Board Thread:Warhammer 40k Roleplay/@comment-4029377-20141113221003/@comment-11526152-20141118143123

On and on the possesed old man tumble in the darkness, seeking the darkness of the lower city/hive for sanctuary away from the prying eyes of the watchful planetary guards. After some time, the daemon possessed old man found what it was looking for. A tiny crag from which it could change this pitiful form to something to its liking and so the old man curled into a ball and the transformation begans.