Board Thread:Warhammer 40k Roleplay/@comment-14745711-20140210200623/@comment-14745711-20140220044428

OOC: impressive, but this is just a trial of what shall beset you in the future.

IC: the marines bring down a hail of bluets against Kakarot, the survivors scrambling out of the reach of his grasp. They all tear off their own helmets, and are the same underneath as the sorcerer, black smoke with what Kakarot thinks are empty eye sockets, and a toothless black maw for a mouth. Black tendrils reach out a wrap themselves around Kakarot's head, strangling him. As the Chapter Master fights for air, and to escape from the dark mist, he hears a voice echoing through his mind.

"Astrates. I can feel your mind, I taste your soul, and I smell your heart. Sayian I believe, strong in both mind and body, but still feeling limited by the greatness of others. Great balance of mind, but effected so strongly by rage. He he he, Kakarot. You are a symbol courage to your followers, but are you to yourself?"