Board Thread:Warhammer 40k Roleplay/@comment-14745711-20130831223613/@comment-14745711-20130901100315

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The faint sound of dripping water filled the small space of the chamber. A droplet of water ran slowly down the point of the sword before falling down, down, down. Then plop, the droplet fell cold and wet on his face; not that he could feel it of course. But then, slowly, menacingly, a pale light began to grow from his eyes. The light showed the blood encrusted on the blade and the rust which had accumulated over the centuries on the ancient weapon. A stirring, a slight rustle of movement from one finger. It was only a twitch, but it was movement none the less it was movement at long last.

Now guess what that is.