Board Thread:Warhammer 40k Roleplay/@comment-14745711-20140817201030/@comment-24081662-20140818084645

OOC: im done. I mea- OH WAIT I FORGOT! there is one last thing to do. IC: Standing in the shadows themselves, alone in the cold void a space, a formless figure of unfathomable nature stares through the darkness to the planets below, seeing every shot fired and every life lost. It watches, silently, as the elder are driven off, and further away other lives destroyed, xeno and imperial, chaotic and loyalist. Brooding, it moves between the shadows, from planet to planet, a dark cloud on a hollow breeze. And it drifts downward, far below to the very core of the planet and whispers through the planets, a shudder of emotion without words, penetrating the dreamless sleep of the necrons, and the weak minds of humans. A shudder of Anger and shadow, something to drive the mind to madness. And then the whisper disappears in the forlorn wind, leaving behind not but an echo, yet somehow the world seemed colder.