Board Thread:Warhammer 40k Roleplay/@comment-4948356-20150412000734/@comment-24580172-20150412044151

Achilleus bowed low as Miss Harnar entered her station before turning to begin shuffling away as fast as he could. He knew what she would find, the perpetual truth, but would she listen? Would she listen? He only knew few individuals that heard the truth and listened. It was an experience in and out itself, to hear the truth. But to listen to it, to listen to the mighty truth was something that completely changed an individual. He listened to the screams, the cries, and the pain of those in the dark. It didn't surprise him that the passangers of this vessel couldn't handle the truth, and He didn't care. If you dared to listen, and found the truth to be of great distaste than he wasn't one for caring.

His skull began pounding and his fingers began to feel as if needles were being pushed underneath his nails. Symbols and images began flashing through his skull, as he tripped and barely caught himself from slamming his skull against the floor. He heard words and felt one image be burned into his skull. He stopped "running" for a moment before spinning around for a moment before finding his path and continuing his journey to his Master. He eventually found his way to the Rogue Trader and the small amount of men he gathered, for what purpose has his Master gathered these individuals? The Blind Seer skulks in the darkness, watching them silently. He would follow them, and should they required his psychic might he would aid them.