Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-26120744-20190601213005/@comment-29739190-20190601231800

In a twisted and ominous dimension known as the Twilight Cage, a man sits in a floating chair on the island of Nocturne and ponders something. The man's fur has grown long and grey with age, his presence radiating an air of menace and at the same time, calm and tranquility.

His quiet thought is interrupted by a figure dressed in black armour entering his throne room. The armoured man kneels at the elderly leader's feet. "My Lord, the warp belts have passed the tests and are ready for use."

The elderly man's mouth transforms into a crooked smile of pleasure. "Excellent, the plan is to go ahead." He replies, pointing his golden staff towards the door. "Tell Procurator Shade to take a small group to Mobius. We will soon know salvation."

The man in armour rises and nods in understanding before exiting the throne room.