A_thousand_screaming_souls

They are the voices of the lost and the void-touched, caught in a triumphant yet painful loop. To some, it is the sound of absolute insanity; to others, it is the only honest music left in a dying universe. To carry this light into the shadow is a bargain—you touch the flame, and in return, it burns your name into the marrow of things. Finally! Not Chrono RP, but still posting. - Twisted MUCK

Every solar day on Holy Terra, a grim procession makes its way to the Golden Throne. They are the "empty" and the "unlucky"—psykers collected by the Black Ships from across the galaxy. a_thousand_screaming_souls

To maintain the Emperor's psychic beacon, the Astronomican, these souls are not merely used; they are consumed. As their life force is drained to light the path through the Warp, the air around the Sanctum Imperialis is said to vibrate with the psychic residue of . It is the silent foundation upon which the Imperium stands—a tragedy repeated every twenty-four hours to keep humanity from slipping into the dark. Option 2: The Tabletop RPG Hook (D&D/Horror Style) They are the voices of the lost and