Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-1734134-20161215224118/@comment-1734134-20170402235026

The air around Varen is heavy with taint - the taste of blood filling your mouths as the warp-drive further melts down. You feel like a well-spring of power has been opened up - though the source is far from pure. The ground pulses with ethereal runes as nine hideous, screaming, gibbering, and singing creatures pull themselves into the material realm. They defy all natural science, their bodies a mess of twisted, gangly limbs, teeth, eyes, mouths and tongues - alight with blue and pink fire which they toss and vomit fire onto nearby rebels. Their bodies melt - leaving them dying in utter agony - before they turn their gaze towards you.