Board Thread:Warhammer 40k Roleplay/@comment-4948356-20150412000734/@comment-24580172-20150422220256

The Seer chuckled again, this time a bit more loudly. What an interesting man he was, his Master. Here he was ordering a messanger, a very deadly messanger but a messanger none the less, to assassinate a target by entering the minds of his subjects and bringing about death by mutiny. If he wasn't certain before, he was now. Achillieus was going to very much enjoy this trip. He nodded slowly before slowly gazing around, extending his mind to feel about through out the ship for any individuals to dominate;

"I see my lord, you desire a message of death. I shall deliver it on wings of betrayal. "

Achillieus continued his searching, trying to find a presence he could properly manipulate. Hundreds of countless individuals came to his mind, begging to be shown the truth. Yet he was searching for no Imperial Soldier, frightened civilian, or even a engimatic Techprieste. He was searching for one of his close kin, a mutant. A mutant of the flesh, not of the mind as he was. His mind continued to poke and pull at the countless minds he felt, searching for suitable mind to possess.