Board Thread:Warhammer 40k Roleplay/@comment-4948356-20130701211707/@comment-7232811-20130717193009

(just as I'm about to leap into the nearest trench, I feel something prickling at my senses. Nothing physically though, but something of the warp in nature, or at least something that had heavily felt its touch. I turn around, & scry the enemy battle lines. I see the adeptas sororitas there, but does not make out any sign of the canoness who is after my blood. But then my eyes settle upon the traitor marines in their ranks, & my gaze rests upon one of their number, who, when viewed with the witch-sight, is a burgeoning chalice of pure warp energy. There is no mistaking the crowned helm, the ornate armour with runes practically writhing across its surface, the ornate staff that the figure holds, & I scream both into the air & the warp...)

DU'UN!!! You have come to meet your end I see, so come forth, & let me deliver it unto you!!!