Chapter master Azrael awoke in a cold, dark room. He thought for a brief moment he was alone until he saw the greenskin in the shadows motionless as a statue. Something was wrong with this ork. The only time an ork was this motionless was when it slept and when it was dead. This ork was looking at him. He couldn't see its eyes because of the red glowing goggles it wore but it was definitely looking at him, studying him. Azrael tried to move but realized he couldn't. "Why didn't you kill me foul greeksin!" The ork stood up picking its chair up and walked over next to him sitting back down. The ork was big but not as big as some. Perhaps just shy of a nobz size. "You don't fear deff humie, you welkom it. Your punizhment muzt be more severe." "Torture?! Do your worst, Alien!!!" "Not uv your body humie," The ork looks away, its glowing goggles illuminating some of the darkness. "of your soul." The ork slowly turns it head back. "You humies hope the empeeriooom will be viktoreous. So, we will give da humies of Arkhona hope to poison der souls. You will watch us torture an entire planet becuz der can be no truw despair wifout hope. An when you hav trulee undastud da depths of yer failures humie, we will fulfill Thrakkas destiny..... we will destroy Arkhona. An den when it is dun an Arkhona is ashes......." The ork looks away again and then turns its head back quicker this time. "Den you have Thrakkas permission to die." - Grimgob
