Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-1734134-20171108094439/@comment-1734134-20171111103805

Aison fails to hit the scout but is able to cast the psychic power, but tapping into the warp in a place like this sees real space flucture and splinter, if only just for a moment; howling winds erupt from the psyker, flowing over the chamber and knocking Alexander, his Rubricane, the Librarian and Daniel to the floor. In turn, Verian’s smoke grenade spreads across the entire chamber, leaving you all battling among a now an unnaturally thick smog. The only thing you can see are the flashes of bolter fire or swings of crackling warp-blades, but the Loyalists find themselves aided somewhat by the Sister’s chant. Another Rubricane collapses, but eight more remain, while in the smoke and chaos, Ceras fire fails to reach the Librarian. The Sorcerer and his servants pull themselves up.

With crackling eyes and a roaring voice, the Sorcerer holds out his hands and unleashes a gout of multi-coloured, vibrant fire that washes over the room, targeted at the loyalists. Only the Librarian is able to escape the flames, while the others find their armour scathed, burnt and melted by the viscous blast of warp energy.