Board Thread:Warhammer 40k Roleplay/@comment-4948356-20150412000734/@comment-24580172-20150416222450

The Disturbed Seer slowly walked past the dead mutants that layed brutalized and deceased on the floor. The Seer's night black boots were covered crimson and his cloak's end was dipped in blood, causing constant drips to occur silently. He looked around, admiring the blankess in the eyes of the dead it was something he himself had. A blank emotionless window into his night colored soul. He looked up at his master Sefarius and leaned close to him, he could feel his thoughts pulsing behind his eyes and he spoke up on an instinct that he was needed.

"My Lord, may I suggest my own services? A message across the galaxy is what I was destined for, a message across this ship? Trivial and easily done."