Board Thread:Warhammer 40k Roleplay/@comment-4948356-20150412000734/@comment-24580172-20150423214818

Achillieus slowly shuffled closer to his Master, standing up to his full height so as to place his beak like mask over his Master's shoulder. He leaned very close and his metalic voice rang out lowly as to prevent the others from hearing him;

"Many of them my lord, many will die indeed. A psyker is leading these pariahs and mutants. Though I have confidence in my abilities my Lord, he was unable to wrestle me from the beast's mind. Do not take this as word that he is weak, he simply lacks the control and strength of will an Astropath of my talent has. He is powerful indeed, I can feel his psychi even now my Lord. How I did not notice it before, I do not know. But he warns us that this is his kingdom."

He slowly gazed around at the soldiers, waiting for his Master's hushed replies. All kingdoms fell, it was something that couldn't be stopped. The dark would come, and devour all that the Kingdom had conqured and created. And this "kingdom"? Well, the dark was already upon it. And it was hungry.