Join Date: Aug 2008
Location: Sweden (for now!)
Mordeth Kriss opened his eyes. The soothing sound of the engine filled his ears, and the smooth vibrations made him want to close his eyes and fall back in slumber.
But he knew that would never do. Not if he ever wanted to taste the sweet revenge he would claim from those that slighted him.
With a groan, he rose from his bed, and told his retainer, a tall Dark Eldar like himself, named Hauclir, a former low-born now pledged to Mordeth's service, to help him on with his armour. This done, he and Hauclir left the cabin they shared, and made their way to the bridge.
At the bridge, he spotted the warmaster stand with a few other people, some he recognised, some he didn't. Not that it mattered. Those of consequence he would get to know soon enough.
He silently made his way towards them, and after greeting the warmaster, simply stood there silently, with his retainer behind him, looking for possible threats to his life.
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