Chaos Epilogues

[IncubiLord]

The Centarius campaign has come to a close, and this world may never return to the way it was - only time will tell. Yet what has happened to those who participated in the war? Here is your chance to end your own tale.

Chaos players, post your epilogues here.

[kaser]

The Thunderhawk set down in the Dark Sun’s landing bay, the ramp dropped and the Warsmith walked down followed by Koriaro and a girl wrapped in chains.

“My Lord Warsmith,” They were greeted by a man dressed in a naval uniform. “Welcome back sir. I trust all went well?”

“More or less,” The Warsmith took of his helmet. “Are all the transports being unloaded?”

“Yes sir, the cargo is being stowed as we speak.”

“And the good Captains Slavic and DeVeen, have they arrived yet?”

“Yes My Lord, they await you on the bridge.”

“Excellent, inform all Fleet Captains to prepare for a warp jump then. We’re leaving immediately.” The Warsmith began to stride out of the hanger followed by his sorcerer and their newest addition. “And Koriaro.” He said out of no where.

“Yes My Lord?” The sorcerer tilted his head.

“Begin sifting threw whatever artifacts we were able to bring with us. I’d like a report on your findings before we return to the Eye.”

“Of course My Lord,” He bowed his head. “And what of the Oracle?” The two Astartes looked down at the creature.

“Commodore!” The Warsmith barked and was soon answered by the naval officer by his side. “Inform the Master of the House that we will require another seat in the dining hall.”

“Yes sir!” The Commodore saluted and went to relay the message to his staff.

“We have a great many things to discuss…”