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Post by MagusKariusPrelune on Sept 6, 2004 16:32:20 GMT -5
Originally posted by Shard
The silence of the Librarium was punctuated, infrequently, with the rustling of the tome's pages being turned. In the dim illumination of the glow globes, Inquisitor Magnus K'Trael pored over the Liber Viridantis Oculis, muttering to himself all the while. His eyes had narrowed as his hand traced the words he had scribed himself, upon the subject of the entity known as Amon Dull. Little had been gleaned from the Ordo Malleus knowledge banks, and what was there was inaccurate, or unspecific. It appeared as though the Imperium was ill-equipped for facing the new darkness that rose in the shadows. Magnus, apparently, was the only one that acknowledged this. Sighing, he closed the book with a dull thud. It was time for Interrogator Maryll's combat tuition. In the dark days ahead, he would need to know how to perform his duties as a warrior, for the protection of his Lord's domain... Life's too short for DiplomacyLET THE GALAXY BURN!www.nexushive.co.uk
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Post by MagusKariusPrelune on Sept 6, 2004 16:35:11 GMT -5
Originally posted by Shard
The forces of the Despoiler had stretched the Inquisitorial resources thinly in the Cadian Sector, and so the twenty white-armoured Storm Troopers that stood before Inquisitor Magnus K'Trael were all that he could requisition. With a Rogue Trader's vessel impounded in orbit, this band of warriors, veterans of battling the forces of Chaos time and time again, and the capable Interrogator Maryll at his side, K'Trael prepared to face his enemy. It appeared no one else was willing to battle the foes of his Lord, and few heeded his words. To certain death he would go, then. Life's too short for DiplomacyLET THE GALAXY BURN!www.nexushive.co.uk
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