Board Thread:Warhammer 40k Roleplay/@comment-28917471-20130921092907/@comment-7974155-20130925092040

(The spirit gets up and with a wave of static all his injuries are gone. He then walks back over to Sindri)

Spirt: Hmm since that will not let you touch me I will do it myself

(The spirit touches sindri's shoulder and then suddenly their minds are somewhere else. It is pitch black apart from the flame in front of them. It illuminates a great bone throne of which a dark figure sits. Its face is unnaturaly white with only a glint of red. The figure stands up and reveals himself, he wears what appears to be space marine bones as protective armour and clothing and its face has no eyes, only blood stained fangs. It walks over to where Sindri is seeing from and a large toothed grin crosses its face. Suddenly Sindri's attention is returned to the real word and the Spirit)

Spirit: He is there, waiting for you Sindri, and we will stop at nothing until you are there with him.

(And with that the Spirit teleports away to the hunter and his new prisoner)