Board Thread:Warhammer 40k Roleplay/@comment-4948356-20130818133646/@comment-7232811-20130818170127

I'm back! :D

(we emerge from the warp in orbit near Lenasau, & can only gawk at the sight before us. The whole of the planet is practically writhing with warp energy like a living thing, & the raw stuff of the immaterium is heaving around it. But the thing that draws our eyes is the pulsating wound in reality in the distance. Maneuvering our vessels to get around the dying world, we observe the roiling maelstrom that is the warp-rift, but then see something swirling around in its depths. A large, spherical object is making its way out of the rift, straining to break free of the warp, & with a sickening, heaving bulge, forces its way out like a splinter from a wound, trailing warp energy behind it. As I watch the spectacle, something starts to prickle at my senses, & I get an uncomfortable sense of deja-vu as I begin to recognise it...)

Lord, I must descend to that planet.

Sakro: Why is that? It could be but a mere illusion or fissure in reality for all you know.

I know things that you do not lord, & my witch-sight tells me that is more than just some illusion.

Sakro: Well even if it is real, I am not about to commit anything to set foot upon that 'world'.

That is more than fine liege, as I alone intend to go there. You can go to somewhere else in the galaxy for all I care, as I will catch you up at a later date.

Sakro: Very well, I will send you in a thunderhawk to the planet. But tell me, why is it that you want to go there?

Because I know this world, & I know it will hold all sorts of relics & secrets which we can use to our advantages. Because, lord, this world is none other that Tartarus...