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12/2/2015 5:14:27 PM
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[i]This great being emits a psychic presence not unlike my father.[/i]
"I simply wander the great ocean practicing my meditations, may I ask what a primarch is doing in the warp?"
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[b][i]The presence seizes you like a vice, a horrific presence pounds on the doors of your mind like a battering siege ram as it simultaneously searches for other routes in. You feel it reading you like an open book. An intense wave of nausea washes over you as you catch a glimpse of this Primarch - all you see are is burning eyes beneath his intense looking psychic hood, alive with bale flames, and burning with pink intensity. "I am the Death Warden, I go where I please. The Crimson King was damned at Nikea, but he and his allies should not fear my legion, we are one in the same. There is a matter that I have foreseen.. I require audience with you and yours as soon as possible. Come to Terra." Says the powerful voice as the aether slackens its grip on your soul. [/i][/b]
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[i]I float free and speak the the primarch[/i] "Where will I meet you lord? Additionally I am the vanguard for a greater force, there is none but myself and my Rubicae near Terra."
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[b][i]You realize that your body is no longer alone in your meditation chamber, and an impenetrable dead zone keeps you from identifying the intruder.. Until you hear his voice. "Open your eyes." Commands Tep-Pharon, in the flesh.[/i][/b]
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[i]My astral form rejoins with my body, and I kneel onto the floor. While he is not my gene father, respect is given amongst the Astartes when in the presence of a primarch.[/i] "Hail Lord of death" [i]I bow my head[/i] "To what end do you require the exiled sons of the Crimson King?"
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Edited by Immørtal Fulgrim: 12/4/2015 1:44:32 PM[b][i]The temperature is dropping, hoarfrost spreads out beneath his feet like icy spiderwebs that crackle and pop as they grow. Whispers emanate from the huge black book fastened at his waist by thick, rattling chains. "Another heresy is underway. We must travel to the Hourglass of Eternity, there a battle will be fought that will change the Imperium forever. We must leave immediately." Says Tep-Pharon, bale-fire burning in his eyes fiercely beneath his psychic hood. [/i][/b] [spoiler]we will continue this in another post[/spoiler]
