Board Thread:Warhammer 40k Roleplay/@comment-28917471-20130921092907/@comment-14745711-20130921211018

OOC: what the ****! Premature I'll say it was premature! But I can-with great sorrow try and move on. You realise that Avatus is gonna come cut off your guy's head now right. Also Markus didn't have a bolter he had a plasma cannon.

IC: Brother Sammuel looks up from the ground and turns too his brother terminators. "I had a live feed playing from Markus's helmet. He's been killed sir." Avatus just stares dumbfounded; Markus, the youngest member of the guard and by far the most kind hearted and loyal, dead. "Who did this?" "I'm trying to figure it out from the blurred transmission but, I have him; renegade Dietrich Frost from the Templars of Justice." "Frost! How can this be? Frost fought with distinction in Savra campaign. I can still remember fighting beside him at the gates of Rotur." "Whoever he is he cut off Markus's head and is now calling himself the blue giant." "Humph, blue giant or no we shall avenge our fallen brother as well as take these heretics down. Come, let us move on".

With that in great sorrow the Angels continue on towards the spire which now looms before them less than 2 minutes away.

Meanwhile a faint tingling runs down Frost's spine and he turns, before swallowed up in some kind of black void. He finds himself in a nowhere place; there is nothing,not even darkness itself. Then there is a figure. This figure is sitting upon a great throne of metal covered in rust. He wears an ancient form of power armour dating back to pre-heresy times. However this armour is also rusted to the extent that the armour and the throne now seem to be one. But they are not.

The figure moves. He gestures with his hand and Frost feels like he must come forward, so he does. "You are the one whom they call Frost." It is a statement not a question. "I am Timor and for ten thousand years and more I have sat here upon this throne, until one if my servant sound his way into the darkness and gave me life once more. I believe that you have potential to be fine servant of mine, I shall not force you to become one, but I there will consequences if you say no. So, what shall it be! Will you reap fear for me as you have already been doing, or will you suffer?"

OOC: you shouldn't have messed with me Dan, this guy is bad news. Not Vulture standard but still, very bad news. Also he's not even really there so you can't hurt him, however he can hurt you if he wishes.