-When suddenly a chaos portal opens but oddly enough nothing come through then you all hear a sound- -to our local sorcerer it sounds like millions being tortured to an imperial guardsmen but to you all it sounds like a name, a name loyalists drink to, heretics fear, and Xenos fury is aimed towards- CREEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEED!!!!!!!!!!! ( sorry xeloiks but you talked so much about tzench I had too it was too good an opportunity to waste )
-as you drink the tonic the veins in your eyes turn flouerencent blue and you become entranced in the warp you start to see things which you cannot even conceive and a blood vessel in your brain hemorages luckily due your space marine physiology the bleeding stops rapidly however, you are forever scarred- -this causes a negative to your willpower and in times of great stress will make you turn insane killing friend and foe alike however, your right eye has the ability to see in ultraviolet light and you have increased visibility when immersed in substances but, if immersed for too long in ultraviolet radition or liquid you will become blind in that eye for several hours-
OOC: won't use that in lore-purposes though that shall give me quite a few ideas for my Deathwatch RP, thank you very much. The Devastator stood, grabbing his Heavy Bolter. "My chapter needs me." Is all he says before leaving.
*A small warp portal opens as a Crimson plated and gold trimmed Sorcerer enters baring the mark of pre-heresy Thousand sons* we i must of taken the wrong turn some were but well might as well settle here for the time being.
*The door blows open and a blizzard blows in from outside (regardless of the actual weather), and a hulking Astartes in armour of the coldest grey enters. He kicks the door shut and you're all finally able to get a good look at him. His pauldrons bare the insignia of the Sons of Russ, and his armour is adorned with fetishes of bone of varying sizes, and belts of trophy teeth. A huge black wolf pelt clings to his pauldrons and cascades down his back, and as he removes his helm, a great black beard and untamable mane of black hair spring free from their former confines, and what you CAN see of his face is a mass of scar tissue, and cold, grey eyes that seem to pierce into your very souls. He approaches a the bar and slams down his gauntleted hand, depositing a jingling sack of coins* A pitcher of the Special Brew, please.
Brother! Last time I touched Badab, I did not have the time to stop by for a drink. Business kept me occupied, now I am here and free of my duties. Tell me do you have any ale from my dead home world of nostramo, if so please deliver a cask to our ship I do believe my brothers would enjoy it.
It appears not child of the dark gods, If you read the list upon the data archive I prepared you may find something else to satiate your dark appetite or perhaps you can try your luck with the special brew...
-takes a look at the coins and using warp energy pushes them back into your hands- I do not require money... If you want a drink you must regale me with a tale first...
A bottle of warlocks respite then! As for payment, I shall tell you of the sacking of planet 8B-217 on the eastern fringe. It was a small agriculture world that home to roughly a billion souls, we approached quickly and destroyed all orbital defenses. In moments we were planet side laying waste to the weaklings we found the slaughter was glorious! I fashioned myself a new cloak from the skin of the governors family needless to say he was not pleased to watch. The marines errant were quick to send a ship, a ship to investigate the planets pleas for help. When they touched down our attack was swift and furious none survived beyond the first encounter, we took many trophies and feasted well that day!
