Looking into the Eye of Sherrian, Robert's heart sank once again, weighted down with growing anger. "Damn it all!" He shouted as he witnessed a female, a creature of hell, a pale imitation of the Deamonettes of Slaanesh, the Prince of Excess running from the animated remains of Morkar the Uniter.
"If I am really your Everchosen, then you will send me to destroy this wench and help me claim what's mine!" Robert screamed to the gods of Chaos.
All of a sudden, the air shimmered and swirled about Robert. This grew and intensified to such a point that the very floor itself seemed to turn to liquid, which Robert fell through. The next thing he knew he was in a dark stone corridor the same that he had seen in the Eye. Smiling, he drew his scimitar from his bag and began the hunt for Morkar, for only he who defeats his reanimated bones may claim the armor and weapons that covered them.
"If I am really your Everchosen, then you will send me to destroy this wench and help me claim what's mine!" Robert screamed to the gods of Chaos.
All of a sudden, the air shimmered and swirled about Robert. This grew and intensified to such a point that the very floor itself seemed to turn to liquid, which Robert fell through. The next thing he knew he was in a dark stone corridor the same that he had seen in the Eye. Smiling, he drew his scimitar from his bag and began the hunt for Morkar, for only he who defeats his reanimated bones may claim the armor and weapons that covered them.