The portal to the warps opens. Things both real and nonexistant flirt at the edge of your concious perception. A marine steps from the portal. His rust red armor adorned with spikes holding a great book on his left shoulder pad, which upon looking at burns your eyes, and your soul. The other shoulder pad is adorned with screaming faces, and skulls that writh around a demonic face that appears to always laugh silently. A black robe covers his armor, but a chain that splits at lengths down with skulls and spikes with more eldritch runes acts as his belt. He clutches and eldritch wreathed Crozius, as incense spills behind his back. A deminutive creature wrapped in its own black robe holds his bolter. It snarls, as its mutated claws hold its charge. The marine pulls back his hood, revealing a shaved, handsome face, covered in cuniform writing. A wreath of daggers crowns his head, as he opens eyes that should belong on a wolf. He smiles, showing his razor filed teeth. "I am Apostle Ezekiel, of the 13th Grand Host. The Word Bearer legion has sent me to spread the word. I will follow out my orders, and convert or kill all present. The gods care not which I acheive first." (Coming from the old Warp Watchers site, I decided to rejoin the fun after some time in exile. Hello all new converts or target practice.)
Welcome to the forums, Dark Apostle. It's always nice when there are more people joining the dark forces of Chaos. Together we will teach these loyalists not to touch our cookies and say that they had them first!
Welcome mortal to this social media. i get the feeling that the secound Cookie war is aproaching us with dangerous speed.
Always prepared to show Loyalist scum the path of Chaos, while digging my stolen cookies from their flesh.
I hope to meet you on the field as well Ultra pet. Ill add your skull to my collection, blast your mind away, flay your skin, and leave your corpse to rot.
