Below posted on behalf of Jason:
Colonel Shaeffer chewed his cigar as he read over his penal legion profiles, discussed by all the waste of breath listed. He looked over to Sister Stern of the order of the eternal gate. "You sure about this? These scum mixed with those xenos eldar mercs/pirates can bring no good." Sister Stern paused her prayer as she clicked her rosery beads. "We have reason to believe the artifacts below are of the most importance, as for our Consortium of Seekers, we sisters seek glory for the emperor, the last chancers seek redemption, and the Eldar seek to fulfill a debt owed me."
A robed Eldar strode through a crystalline room, his silken robes reflecting the energy souls jumping from crystal to crystal crystalon the ceiling above. As he approached his throne he dropped his robe and set nude. Eldar maidens approached him and began to paint bloody runes upon his flesh. As the runes each were finished they burned into his flesh like molten lava, and his skin darkened and hardened like stone. He lazily opened his eyes and the irises were of fire. The Young King felt wraith and hate filling his being. This Consortium of Seekers fit his plans for now. A maiden world had been found, a debt would be paid, their foes would die. The eldar maidens finished their work and stood placing the banshee masks back in place, the brides of khaine stepped back as their avatar stood. The young king, Em'ery stood the Avatar of Khaine. War had come to Delteron.
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