Board Thread:Warhammer 40k Roleplay/@comment-14745711-20140301201100/@comment-14745711-20140316201550

OOC: in an unknown location....

IC: an armour clad figure twists his head slowly from left to right. "At, at last. I can move again!" His hand slowly tears from the seat he is locked into. Rust flies through the air as his hand, long restricted rises into the air. "Tantibus!" The black armoured sorcerer appears infront of him.

"My lord Timor?"

"The time has come. Begin the operations. Summon the shadow born, we need to prepare. The dark legion must rise once more. Our time is short however, there is a stirring in the warp, a power I have not felt in a very long time. Thelician will open the way, Vulture is coming."

Tantibus's eyes flash red under his helmet at Vulture's name. "That scum is no match for you my lord. He will be crushed!"

"No. Something is different this time. Find Amarok, we will need an army."