Board Thread:Warhammer 40k Roleplay/@comment-28917471-20150214113638/@comment-10777613-20150401220034

As Fetrina moved through the endless halls, her mood grew ever sour. She would never admit it... but she had gotten lost... again...

A frequent problem she had since birth was her complete lack of direction on the physical plain... a fact known only to three people in the universe.

So had gotten so lost that, instead of her chamber, she found herself getting closer to some incesant chanting... only to find herself walking into the Cathedral.

Perhapes she could ask, no, order one of the crew to escort her back to her chamber when this 'session' was over.

She watched the harlot cry, and scowled.

These people knew nothing of true heresy, what gave them the right to just have their problems whisked away by the emperor when her own...

Her hands slowly ball into fists and her scowl ever deeper...

...Her own...