Blood Claw Stafngrímr Blackjaw of the space wolves was falling, his braided hair whipping past his exposed and tattooed face, his power armor scorched and battered. Not less then a hour ago Stafngrímr had been fighting for the fate of the imperial fortress world of Cadia. He had been spearheading a charge when a Black Legion sorcerer had taken to the field and began to cast foul magicks, he had slashed his way through the sorcerers body guards with his chainsword and emptied his Bolt pistol into the sorcerer before the psyker could finish casting, then everything exploded into madness and knew true terror as he was sucked into a warp tear located where the sorcerer had once stood.
It could have been days, or it could have been centuries that he spent in that realm of madness and evil, Stafngrímr only noticed the difference when he emerged from that realm into a twilight gloom 130 meters in the air above what could charitably be called city, and so he fell. Stafngrímr fell only 100 meters before crashing through the roof and 10 floors of a small building, as he struggled to his feet he came face with a scaled mutant who blinked at him from across room, a room filled with bound, cowering civilians, "who the hell are you?"