Board Thread:Warhammer 40k Roleplay/@comment-28917471-20130921092907/@comment-8257990-20130922114003

(After a long time of preperation, Du'un sits on the roof of the spire, almost meditating. He mentally links himself to every single rune and ritual he created in the spire, a wicked grin across his face.)

Greetings brothers...

(A voice echoes throughout the heads of the nearby Astartes.)

You have come to claim me, yet you will find no such victory here... You will only find death in this accursed spire. So come, let us see where your bravery gets you.

(He smiles once more, and waves his hand throught the air.)

The other heretics you hunt have already escaped this place... But you will not be hunting them any time soon, I will see to that.

(A barrier of pure Warp Energy blocks off any exit to the lower floors. A single Astartes charges at the barrier, only to be send flying back, his Power Armour scratched and burned (but not severely damaged). It is clear that the only way the Astartes can go is up.)