The Time of Seers.

The oldest, and wisest of all Farseers of the Craftworld Cordatus stood, and stared at the young seer before him. He stayed that way for many a minutes before he spoke.

''Young Torvus, you have been summoned to our council of seers for a purpose, you shall be the next member of are council. During this age of strife, a new enemy as emerged. They make there way to Forge Primus, and they must be stopped.''

Then the young farseer spoke.''But why great Certus, do we meddle in the petty bickering of the Mon-Keigh? What makes this planet so important?''

The old farseer smiled, he knew that this young seer would do well, he did not fallow blindly into anything, he was sensible enough, nay, courageous enough to question these great seers of the council.

''If this planet were to fall into the wrong hands, it will open a causeway to many a dark secrets, secrets the people of this millenia are not ready to hear of. This is why it is of dire importance that it is protected''

At this Farseer Tolerabilis stood.'' Will you, Seer Torvus, on the path of the seer, join are coucel, and begin the long journey to the infinity matrix?''

'' It would be the greatest honor of my time in this realm master seer.''

''We shall see...''

With that, Torvus took his place on the council of seers, to better the path of there craftworld.