The Screaming Vortex is so named because the ebb and flow of its tides are accompanied by a concomitant wailing, audible to psykers and Sorcerers. The most gifted of psykers can hear the ceaseless, discordant psychic wailing that emanates from the Vortex from dozens, sometimes hundreds, of light years away, their dreams haunted by once beautiful faces turned ashen by fear and shrill, plaintive screams for mercy. The closer those gifted in the psyker’s arts travel to the Vortex, the louder and more desperate the screaming becomes. Soon, it is not only in his dreams but in his every waking hour that the psyker hears the wailing, and most are driven to the very brink of sanity by the experience. On occasion, such as when the tides of the gibbous storm wax, the screams are so loud that even th
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| - The Screaming Vortex is so named because the ebb and flow of its tides are accompanied by a concomitant wailing, audible to psykers and Sorcerers. The most gifted of psykers can hear the ceaseless, discordant psychic wailing that emanates from the Vortex from dozens, sometimes hundreds, of light years away, their dreams haunted by once beautiful faces turned ashen by fear and shrill, plaintive screams for mercy. The closer those gifted in the psyker’s arts travel to the Vortex, the louder and more desperate the screaming becomes. Soon, it is not only in his dreams but in his every waking hour that the psyker hears the wailing, and most are driven to the very brink of sanity by the experience. On occasion, such as when the tides of the gibbous storm wax, the screams are so loud that even th
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| - The Screaming Vortex is so named because the ebb and flow of its tides are accompanied by a concomitant wailing, audible to psykers and Sorcerers. The most gifted of psykers can hear the ceaseless, discordant psychic wailing that emanates from the Vortex from dozens, sometimes hundreds, of light years away, their dreams haunted by once beautiful faces turned ashen by fear and shrill, plaintive screams for mercy. The closer those gifted in the psyker’s arts travel to the Vortex, the louder and more desperate the screaming becomes. Soon, it is not only in his dreams but in his every waking hour that the psyker hears the wailing, and most are driven to the very brink of sanity by the experience. On occasion, such as when the tides of the gibbous storm wax, the screams are so loud that even those born without the power of the psyker can hear them, scratching at the edge of their sanity and seeming to beg them for a mercy that none have the power to grant.
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