Board Thread:Warhammer 40k Roleplay/@comment-4948356-20150412000734/@comment-24580172-20150607181702

The thoundering of many footsteps brought the Mad Seer's attention upward, and he removed his face from the man's mutilated and shattered skull. The sight of the Guard forming firing lines scared the Seer, did Ramius not recognize him? His bloodied hand went to his face, he was wearing no mask. No mask to identify him, no mask to prevent him from these vile urges. He slowly started to slide away behind a piece of metal, dragging his mask with him. He slowly began to reattach the mask to his face, hiding away the bloodied beast that he truly was. As the lasfire and flames came screaming at him he pulled himself behind cover and cowered behind the piece of cover. He reached out with his mind, harshly pushing against all of the Guard's mind trying to force them to submit. He wasn't trying to shatter their minds, or kill them, just make them submit and stop firing their bloody lasguns at him. For dear Ramius he put forth a more gentle touch. He tried to psychically connect with the man, attempt to communicate with him. How fearful was he, that here and now he would be killed. Not for his life or Emperor no, he was fearful that with his death his allies and Master would be slaughtered without his voice to reach out and deliver messages.

"By the Emperor Ramius, tell them to stop or I will MAKE them stop. And by the Emperor will I make them regret FIRING ON ME if you don't STOP them."