The compact
Ossuary moon of Vittoru. "Grimm" Vashtor said, his voice booming with malignant threat over every vox. "Will you treat with me or must I destroy Brutus?" Vashtor asked. His voice carrying tones of dark amusement. Grimm knew he had little choice. Holding on to the surging tide of warp power Grimm walked to the edge of the warded ruins. "What do you want?" Grimm asked. " so disrespectful, " Vashtor chuckled " Maybe I need to teach you a lesson and leave you abasing yourself on your knees before me." "We are the chosen of your allie Abaddon we need not kneel!" Socratis shouted. Vashtor chuckled harshly. "Abaddon is my ally but our accord doesn't cover you. As for his chosen," Vashtor laughed mockingly "Chosen of what, sacrifice? The disposable? You are nothing but pawns who arrogantly believe you are vital and useful. You a...
