[b][i]The currents of the aether are as tranquil and still as your mind's eye reaches out into greater awareness. You're safe for now. Ahead of you is the rusty door, "QUARANTINE" etched into the rusty, flakey metal. As you move towards the door, you notice a broken scarab insignia laying on the ground... It does not belong to you, not another of the Thousand Sons Legion. You know who it once belonged to... Ahriman. [/i][/b]