Board Thread:Warhammer 40k Roleplay/@comment-4948356-20130818133646/@comment-8257990-20130818214014

(Alhendors feels a strange signature in the Warp, he does not share this with the rest of his company. He whispers to himself so none may hear, a sentence that sums up the visions...)

Power...Demands... Sacrifice...

(He snaps out of it and returns his attention to Avain, as he draws an object, shrouded in arcane cloth from his robes, he keeps it under the table and does not show the others.)