####**_Sorcerer Atun - Client World 576143290-B _**

Finally, after days of seeking, he had found it. 

The third eye upon the giant sorcerers helmet snapped open, radiant with psyker power. The tornado of sand and lightning which had hidden and protected him from the...natives, began to fade. He had found the Warp again - almost. It was a distant connection at best, nor could he 'hear' the Gods, but that could be built upon with time. All he had was time. With the tornado gone, the blue goliath now stood alone in a crater of sand, the rediscovered power of the warp crackling around his decorated armour. 

Normally, Atun's first order of business would have been to figure out where he was exactly, but the inability to call upon the Darker Powers and the majority of his strength was unacceptable. And so he amended that, blindly scouring the 'layers' of reality with his mind in search for the immaterium. Usually this would have taken not a moment, but the Warp... it felt so far, so weak.

The Warp is never weak nor far.

That was the sorcerers first clue to being either A. beyond the galaxy's rim, or B. transported to another... existence, as it were. The second clue had been the positions of the stars, far different from what he was used to. Normally, he would be able to calculate his distance from the Eye of Terror with the positions of the stars alone, but he could not even verify if any of them were the same stars.

On one hand he had an opportunity, and on another he had a predicament. This was a chance to explore the unknown, to discover what none could claim to know within the Imperium, Chaos or the Eldar. However he had no way of 'getting back' as it were, nor was her sure how to react to the perspective this gave him. The Warp, although it certainly shouldn't be, was both far and weak, meaning that it was not as absolute a presence as he once _thought_, meaning the Chaos Gods were not the all-reaching forces he _thought_ them to be.

Atun used _thought_ instead of _knew_ rather hesitantly. He was not one to discredit new information blindly, like some zealot of the false Emperor. He had to learn more about this occurrence, that was his priority as a seeker of knowledge.

With a psychic ping into the surrounding area, he could feel life forms near by, a few miles off most likely and not the natives he had encountered when he had first arrived. No, he felt far more thought power coming from these things. Now proved a good time to make use of his re-established connection. His mind reached into the "Warp", searching for what he wanted, to manifest an entity. 

With a swipe of his hand, a distortion of space and a rainbow-coloured burst of flames, Atun called upon a daemon of Tzeentch. Not only would this alert the god of Knowledge to his continued existence, but it might be able to aid him in returning home.

Atun was not ready for the raw amount of disappointment which hit him like a battle-barge. 

It was...a Screamer of Tzeentch, if it could be called that. A small, lame one about the size of a pet feline which he could barely feel a connection towards, as if the God of Knowledge its self was unaware that this _facet_ of it even existed. The blue, manta-ray like creature differed from the usual of its kind by having a gigantic bloodshot eye at the front instead of the tusks and warp maw of teeth that were so familiar on these things. 

Atun squat down to get a closer look at the runt of a Screamer, his third eye blinking a few times at it blinked dumbly back up at him.

**_"...Not a very proud thing, are you?"_** He grumbled out, his voice ephemeral and distorted by sorcery and the helmet.

It just blinked, not even capable of communing through the link it had to Atun. It was also about as intelligent as a pet feline, it seems. Atun held back a rather ungraceful and unbecoming groan, standing up to full height.

**_"Pathetic, but not useless. To the east by the structure, observe the life forms. I shall watch through your eye."_** Atun decreed. The thing was not intelligent and lacked the hunting instinct, but it was at least obedient. It zipped off into the air at a speed worthy of its breed, the flight only taking a few minutes before it came within range of the commotion. 

Of course, there were the natives and the other humans (of which he could not spot a single piece of Imperium iconography, minus two), but one among them confused the sorcerer. 

The Lamenter. Why of all the sectors would one the Imperium's most unlucky, cursed children be here? In a place beyond the light of the Astronomicon? The Screamer circled around the conflict going on below, its large eye angled to keep constant watch on the happenings. 

Atun considered his next move carefully. To show himself would earn the ire of the Lameneter no doubt, but he required some form of contact.