[i]Tick... Tick... Tick... You hear the sound of a pocket watch ticking on the rusty deck plates directly in front of you as the temperature in the air drops sharply - the lights begin flickering, drawing your attention to your breath vapor in the frozen air as it halos an imposing figure standing in the shadows... A figure who's been watching you all along. The watch begins ticking slower and slower, getting louder and louder. Time has seemed to stop for everyone else around you while low bass notes emanate from his direction. [b]Thick black chains shackle a massive book, covered in glowing runes of sacred geometry, to the heavily armored hips of the hulking Primarch before you. His glowing, chaotic eyes flare with etheric power as he regards you coldly. Tep-Pharon says nothing. The ticking drowns out all other sounds but the freezing deck. Hoarfrost reaches your feet and begins creeping up your armor as the cold sinks it's daggers into your armor and flesh... You begin to shiver despite your superhuman physique. Tep-Pharon opens the book, glowing runes illuminate his sinister face as he makes eye contact with you. The ticking stops, your consciousness connects with his towering psychic presence - he's inside your head. [/b][/i] [i]Your body locks up and falls flat on it's back with a resounding thud that echoes through the halls for hundreds of meters, spooking the dead souls lurking about in madness. You look down at your body on the floor, catching a glimpse of your bare, semitransparent foot on the dark metal of the deck. Your soul is bare before Tep-Pharon, Primarch of the Death Wardens. Your vulnerability becomes blatantly obvious to the ravenous denizens of the warp, they go into a frenzy but remain in check for now. "Now that I have your full attention, it's time that we speak." Says Tep-Pharon in an inhuman voice. You notice that none of your allies are moving, they're just staring at you with empty eyes. [/i]