Board Thread:Warhammer 40k Roleplay/@comment-7232811-20130913205549/@comment-7232811-20130913212632

Here is how we will commence things. Incase you remember from a while back, I had scavenged a suit of old, but functional, power armour, an antiquitated boltgun, & numerous supplies for more mundane tasks. Oh, & a luckless human who was the only survivor of the crash (link to the post below, it's quite a way down the thread)...

http://warhammer40k.wikia.com/wiki/Thread:39334#106

(I turn to the trembling man at my feet, & pick up the Tome of Lies from where it hangs from my belt on a thick chain. At my touch, its covers open up, & its pages begin to be flicked through at a ridiculous rate, even though I am not even touching them. I begin to whisper an unspoken language as the power within the book takes effect upon the mortal, & glowing, tangibly alive runes appear on its pages. As I chant, he begins to spasm wildly, & he begins to suffer from bone-breaking seizures as he writhes around, utterly helpless to prevent his fate. I begin to chant faster & faster, louder & louder, unitl a black mist begins to pour from my mouth in time with the words, & flow into the man. At this point, his limbs splay out to all sides, just as his body levitates into the air. I then change tack, & the words take a different tone, with different notes, though my concentration remains locked upon it throughout. Gradually, the mortal begins to change, slowly & painfully, into the body of another...the body of an Astartes. His muscles & bones bulge into new & mighty shapes consistent with that of a space marine, & he takes on the dimensions of one too, nearly doubling in height & almost four times in bulk. Finally, his face begins to take on the appearance of another. That of a man whose own body was destroyed not so long ago...)

(several minutes later, I'm still leaning on my staff, exhausted from my efforts. Normally, I would never even think of conducting such a spell by myself, alone & in such haste, but such luxuries had to be discarded in the face of desperation. To put the essence of one being into another was nothing, but to completely resurrect someone from the dead, & morph a new body for them was in a realm of its own. I look up to admire my handiwork. The body is still lying there, seemingly dead, until suddenly, it twitches. Slowly, very slowly, it pushes itself into a sitting position, before standing up, & facing me. I smile in satisfaction, for my plan has worked, before weakly saying:)

Welcome back...brother...