It was almost impossible to tell what was happening to Thraxius as the fluctuations from the Warp struck his mind.  His single eye went wide and dark and his external modifications shed sparks like water from a dog.  A deep rumble went through his form as twisted tendrils of memory invaded his consciousness, old wounds resurfacing and molded into new grotesque new obscenities by a power beyond his understanding.<br/><br/>[Willpower Test] 38/4 (http://elliquiy.com/forums/dicebot.php?r=25230)<br/><br/>And then it was done, the man suddenly jolted back into the present by the communications from the<em>Concordia</em>.<br/><br/><em>"Speak with him?"</em>Thraxius sputtered, rounding on Cortez as though the man had gone completely mad.  Given what they'd all just endured, it wasn't that far-fetched of a conclusion.<em>"Surely you jest, my most esteemed Rogue Trader.  This is a...a follower of the Unclean One, a being more impossibly wretched than you can even conceive of!  His very soul sloughs off corruption and the foul taint of chaos with every idle gesture!  His body should be immolated until not even a scrap of dust remains, and all record of his existence purged from the minds of those present!"</em><br/><br/>He was practically raving now, his vox straining under the effort of actually being forced to convey such intense emotions.<em>"Whatever he might have to tell us is worthless, as are all words that drip from the tongue of a heretic!"</em>