Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-1734134-20170510201318/@comment-8397818-20170517203332

Varen's thoughts were wandering throughout his mind. Some of them recalled the daemons he fought while serving the Ordo Malleus. He thought of the most vile and dreadful ones, of those that swore that they would return for his soul and torture it for eons, he felt a momentery fear, but did not give in to his emotions. Some of the thoughts took him to his master, who he had embarrassed. He recalled his exile and all the moments he has spend on the planet with his new companions that he had found while serving the Rogue Trader.

He wasn't sure what was comming for him, not even with his most gifted psychic powers. He would not fight back. He knows what he deserves. The question was who would end his life? How shall fate have its way? One thing was for sure, and Varen knew it, he would keep serving the Emperor while he still draw breath.