A dark wind blew across the desolate hellscape, a charred and burnt out desert consisting of nothing but plains of ash and scorched rock stretching far into a series of black mountains in the distance. The sky was blood red, filled with noxious orange clouds and with massive tendrils of pure, crimson tendrils of uncontained warp energy coursing miles up into the air across the planet's failing atmosphere.

What had once been a lush, green paradise had now been turned into a burnt out barren wasteland with the coming of chaos. There was no hope for the planet anymore. Only her mission...

Marching through the cursed landscape would be Adrianne, the psyker wearing little more than a purple set of acolyte's robes now torn and blackened by sot. Her silver white hair was covered with ash and grime, flowing freely behind her back. Walking with her staff in her right hand, she would be carrying a cloth bundle under her left arm. Her expression was tired and worn, as if she had not slept for days, yet she pushed herself along across the never ending slopes and hills of the chaotic desert.

In the distance, carried by the unnatural wind haunting the land, she could hear faint whispers from afar.

They spoke in a crude and harsh language unintelligible to her. Though subtle, the voices were angry. Some of them shouted. They were filled with fury, a lust for revenge, a mad desire for destruction.

Yet, there was one word that caught her attention in particular. Someone called her name, a voice that kept going closer. Turning around, Adrianne would suddenly find herself gazing up at the roof of what could only be described as a luxurious apartment complex. She was resting in a bed of clear white sheets and blankets, her head resting on a large, cushy pillow.

[i]"Where... ?"[/i]

As she raised a hand to reach out of the bed, she immediately felt a terrible ache throughout her entire body, as if she had just returned from the galaxy's most intensive workout ever! Her brain was pounding with pain, a headache enough to make her grit her teeth.

Yet from outside of her room, she could now clearly hear Aviza's voice, calling out with her and Stukov's name.

Forcing herself out of the bed, Adrianne would step onto the floor. She found that she was wearing a thin, white silk morning gown. Her armor and equipment was gone.

Letting out a painful groan, she would take her first step; every muscle in her body flaring out in discomfort as they were finally activated once more. Then another step. Then a third step. Finally, after almost losing her balance, she would embark on a calm walk out of the room, heading into a lavishly decorated living room and finally into the kitchen where she found Aviza.

"Fohhn,-" 

Adrianne would open her mouth to speak, only to find that her tongue was dry as a piece of sandpaper, barely able to formulate an intelligible word through her throat. Without saying anything, the psyker would pass by Aviza in a quick march, only to throw herself at the kitchen sink where she promptly began to swallow gallons of water to quench her thirst!