Board Thread:Warhammer 40k Roleplay/@comment-28917471-20130921092907/@comment-14745711-20130921234956

IC: Avatus and his followers have reached the spire now and are ascending the stairs. Suddenly they encounter Lord Setekh (he is still in the spire right?). Before the traitor can do anything Avatus lands a blow against him with Narsa Galdra sending him flying back into one wall. The chaos lord rises to his feet only to find himself totally surrounded. "I will give a choice heretic. Tell me where the traitors Du'un and Sindri have gone and I promise not to hand you over to the Sentinels and through them the Order of the Pure Soul." Avatus levels his blade against Setekh's neck; "well, it is your choice."

Meanwhile in nowhere- The figure laughs at Dietrich's insolence. "I said I have sat here for ten thousand years, not I my self am ten thousand years old. To me you are but a mer pup wailing in the darkness. I ask again," and as the figure speaks Dietrich begins to feel agonising pain creeping up his arm as well an unreasoning fear begin to flow into his soul; "will you reap fear for me, or must I set you to burn? You should be taking this as a compliment, I was just impressed by you and I believe you have potential, you would still be free to do as you wished and only to obey when I called. The only catch is that whatever fear you inspire in your foes does not simply disperse but comes to me instead. Once again, what do say?"

By this time the pain is agonisingly strong and Dietrich astratesor not now genuinely afraid as the figure exerts pure terror into his heart as he has done for so many millennia before Dietrich was even conceived.

OOC: this guy is actually really old, and I mean really old, as in older than humanity itself. How's that possible, like I explain that now, you guys will just have to wait to find out.