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[Fallen Angels95]

It is a vast chamber. In the style of gothic architecture and alien tech. "The room changes upon your mood and thoughts" The banshee leaves leaving you bemused

[Draco Ny'ade]

"Where is my companion" the assasin asked the banshee

[Fallen Angels95]

"Which one?"

[Draco Ny'ade]

"Cross, not the scout"

[Fallen Angels95]

"Ahh the prophet. He is in a room similar to this one. Do not worry. We will look after them both" with that your escort leaves you alone with the changing room and a set of black wraithbone armour which is lying on your bed of eagle feathers.

[Draco Ny'ade]

Decides to try on the armour, seeing if it is there for a reason

[Fallen Angels95]

The armour fits you perfectly. It moulds to your shape. Showing your ripped body as easily as if you had no shirt on. You smile , this armours helm is to your liking. Its encrusted with two blood red eye slits encased and above that was the wraithbone protecter and then the blacknes of the seemingly smoky helm.

[ogreninja]

Cross looks at his room "reacts to my thought eh" he muses to himself before thinking of a imperial guards barracks and seeing what happens

[Fallen Angels95]

The room becomes a blur contorting on itself into impossible dimensions. The dark colour scheme becomes a camo green, metal struts hold up the roof and bunk beds arise in rows of 6. the floor becomes a sheet of corragated iron and the air is filled with the of smell of oil and sweat. The smells of home.

[ogreninja]

Cross lies back on the bed a stares up at the ceiling draws a deep breath and sighs " well what now?" he ask aloud to no one in particular before falling into a light sleep

[Fallen Angels95]

Spoiler

I'll let you sleep whilst Draco admires himself xD

[Draco Ny'ade]

Spoiler

I was having fun with that, bitch

tests to see if it cloaks

[Fallen Angels95]

The armous shimmers and then disappears. Your not even able to see yourself and you know where you are. You move your wrist and a hidden force knife appears sliding up the palm of your hand and extending around three inches rom your middle finger. The same is for your other wrist apart from it is secreted in poison.

[Draco Ny'ade]

smiles and sits down to sleep, knives retracted, uncloaked

[Fallen Angels95]

Spoiler

you sit down to sleep? O.o

[Draco Ny'ade]

Spoiler

yes - my character is always alert so doesnt lie down to sleep

[Fallen Angels95]

Spoiler

so be it.

As you both rest you see one another in your dreamns, each slightly altered. The asssassin is dressed in pure a black wraithbone bodyglve with an eldar death mask over his face. He is standing upon a mound of Imperial corpses, surronded by decapitated orks. The sciut is in at the edge of the dream, there yet simply ethereal. Cross stands before the others, resplendent in a form of golden wraithbone. A laurel around his headwith a geat sword the size of a man. Something is definitely up. The Eldar would of not brough you here without reason...it seems your beggining to find out just what it is