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由Inquisitor Vaax編輯：
6/6/2016 2:21:03 PM
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[b]Astrid rubs one of the symbols, curiosity filling her eyes as she looks around.[/b]
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The land around her was flat and barren, for the most part. It was a dimension of the warp, as the sky was an ever-changing cloud of purple, red and orange hues. Her pocket watch began ticking. It was working? It seemed to have been repaired, except it was counting the time backwards. The marks of Noiratrom were etched within her skin like a tattoo, as were her previous marks of Slaanesh. She could feel them ripe with power, they were warm... In the distance, she could see a massive palace. A voice boomed out of the air. [i][u]"Welcome to my realm, Astrid. The formless wastes. My kingdom."[/u][/i]
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He was sitting at his throne, and a mere gaze at him made her fall to her knees in admiration. He was massive, his arms were as thick as a space marine, and his legs were even thicker. His height around forty feet, his armour was built around him, as if he even needed any. It was heavy, like the armour of Khorne. It was the same colour as the rest of the palace. His facial features were absolutely beholding, immediately making the Daemonette infatuated, her knees basically like jello. [i][u]"Hello there."[/u][/i]
