PART ONE
The Skaarj Warrior chosen by The Fallen One to join his unholy regiment of Zealots laid strapped upon the table. He had been there for 2 weeks, fed via
a tube. a high powered concoction of mind-altering chemicals were fed into his brain, forging the Psionic link between him and The Fallen One himself.
The Chemical Concoction gradually altered the mind of Zealots. The Zealot knew that as surely as his name was... He didn't remember his name. his
vision began fading to grey, and a white pulsing aura formed on his chest. his skin began to fade to a deep green, and his muscles stretched, grew
tighter, stronger, denser. The table snapped open. The newly-made Zealot lept out of his bonds, and tore the room apart. If it moved it was destroyed. A
skaarj Taidaris Warrior, a servant of the fallen, entered the room. The Zealot turned, seeing a red form aproaching. He lunged forward, and tore the
warrior he once would have viewed as a comrade apart. Another warrior entered. The Zealot recognised a pulsing white flare across the chest of the
creature, and felt the Psionic link as the other Zealot approached. The two left the area silently, and entered the courtyard of the facility. A regiment of
10 warbrands stood ready to leave, their orders already imprinted within their minds.
