The figure slightly raises its staff into the air and draws an oval like shape in front of his face. A sudden orb appeared out of thin air and hovered directly in front of the hooded face of the figure, his voice echoed from behind the veil. [i]"Do not attempt to breach the walls of my mind... I feel your presence, but I am not the other mortals; a play thing...[/i] The orb followed the being as he glided toward one of the hallway's walls. Slowly the figure traced his finger along its surface before pressing his massive palm against the wall completely. [i]"You may revert your claim of this freight, however, no one is in utter control."[/i] The figure glided back to the center of the massive hallway and kneeled mumbling something while tapping the ground in a rhythmic pattern. A flash of light emitted from the ground and there was drawn a large circle surrounded by burning symbols. [i]"I summon thee..."[/i]

[b][i]The sound of sinister whispering fills your ears as the reality before you buckles and snaps out of sync. All of the color drains out of the air, leaving your vision a sickly green. The ground before you trembles and hisses as burning runes come to life one by one, scorching fiery symbols that become one larger, complex sigil. It creates an 8 pointed star of emerald green flames that burn wilder and wilder until a flaming vortex of swirling warp energy engulfs the space before you. A thickly armored, 14ft tall figure is silhouetted within the flames, backlit by a kaleidoscopic maelstrom of strobing chaos - you realize you're seeing directly into the warp with your physical eyes.. And the Summoner is solidifying before you. The green flames reach a roaring crescendo before being sucked all at once into the eyes of the Summoner as he steps into this reality, the same runes that appeared on the floor flash briefly in his eyes before fading, but the green flames of pure warp energy remain, crackling and smoking. His hulking battle-plate armor writhes as the enslaved demons within it make strange, inhuman expressions, regarding you with interest. Some of them are silently screaming in horror, you hear their echoes in the warp all around you. He steps closer, reality continues to twist and contort as the being before you exists in both realms, each realm repelling the other like powerful magnets of the same, negative charge. The Summoner's consciousness mingles with yours, exchanging images of war, history, and powerful memories. He brings you up to speed on the current situation of things without uttering a single word. You learn languages and the meanings of symbols, then you realize where his great power comes from. He is the chosen champion of Slaanesh, a Primordial God of chaos. Slaanesh allows the power of the warp to flow through the Summoner freely. 20,000 years of unholy campaigns, destruction of worlds, and Immolating countless souls in the name of chaos, floods through your consciousness all at once. He locks eyes with you. "Welcome to the Prison of Exiles." Says the Summoner [/i][/b]

Your eyes meet the glowing embers of the figure's own, seeking you through the veil. Still kneeling the giant who was a few feet taller bowed his head further, his staff clutched in his right hand. [i]"Greetings, I see you are the rein bearer among this ship; I... Appreciate you taking me as a guest. However-[/i] The figure stands to his full height once again and looks at you through its veil. [i]"-You have my service. You will not be interfering with this body or its mind, even present with your... Capabilities. My name is Uune and it has been the best of meeting the Summoner. [/i]

[b][i]"Your service is appreciated, but not required at this time. You are welcome to feed on the denizens of this vessel until you are called to serve, but consider this a warning: you are not the only predator in the depths of this vessel. Tread carefully." Says the Summoner as his consciousness shows you images of a terrifying demigod of power, the vampiric Primarch known as Sarris-Sanguine. It becomes apparent that this is the Summoner's brother, a being who has fallen from grace and plagued by episodes of uncontrollable bloodlust. Simultaneously, another image of a shadow shifter known as Armageddon, a powerful Imperial Commander known as Libreous-Tibrarium, and a giant, 21ft tall Draconic warrior known as Ømen. Other flashes of dangerous threats pour through your mind as well, ranging from tyranid monsters, ancient Necron xenos, demons, and rebels roll in as well. It seems this ship is full of dangerous killers. [/i][/b]

Uune quietly peers at his left arm, raising it slightly as it ignites into an ashen black flame. Small runic symbols float around his body within a double ringed orbit. "[i]I see... It seems I will have some cleaning to do then."[/i] With that the ashen flame engulfed Uune burning his robed body to ashes; before his hand disappeared his two fingers jabbed into the air banishing the summoning symbols below your feet sending your minuscule piece of your conscious used to communicate back to where it had resided comfortably before.