The First Mission, part 3

This Story Takes Place In The Warhammer 40k Universe

Caffus took in the ruins at the top of the hill. The ancient stones had been crumbling for centuries, and whatever carving or ornamentation they may have had were long erased by the elements. At first Caffus couldn’t figure out why Ishta had drawn her swords, but as they drew closer to the moss covered ruins he heard it.

A low chanting was drifting toward them from the far side of the ruin. Caffus couldn’t understand what was being said, but his companions looked grim. The drew, as stealthily as they could, around the ruin.

“There’s our entrance,” Ravion said, indicating a large hole in the ground at the base of the ruin.

“Looks like someone beat us here,” Lug pointed out. All the joviality had left his attitude.

“Any chance they didn’t find the book?” Ravion’s question was directed at Ishta. The little woman shook her head, her hard face a grim mask. Ravion swore. “What are the odds that chanting isn’t related to the book?” Everbody knew that the odds were slim, but no one wanted to say it.

They moved around the side of the ruin. An orange flickering light grew in intensity, providing light to the now dark world and casting dancing shadows all around them. Caffus could see impossible shapes in the shadows, things that shouldn’t, couldn’t, have been there. Once he nearly pulled the trigger on a bush.

As they drew near the chanting grew in volume, and with it a strange sensation in Caffus’ skull. It was as though the words were living things, burrowing deep into his head and dancing about. They were words no human was meant to speak, they were all certain of that. The little group rounded the ruins.