Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-25684606-20191108235505

'''A squadron of Thunderbolts shot by overhead, the bulky machines spread out in a flat triangle, a momentary change in the constant the descend and ascension of Valkyries to and from Dun Gallin. The fortress was swelling with PDF from all over Sennach, sitting in the cramped rooms of its narrow hallways, lingering in the circular inner yards overshadowed by the Hydra batteries, gambling, swearing, hitting on the women, getting in fights and generally making a nuisance of themselves, at least from the perspective of the fortress’ regular inhabitants.'''

'''Another 2 years had passed and once again it was time for the mustering, an opportunity for chosen PDF soldiers to ascend into the ranks of the true Imperial Guard, of which some dreamed but others dreaded. Traditionally, Dun Gallin had been the sight of this event not only because of its strategic location on Sennach’s highest mountain, the Crown, but also because of its historic importance. After all, the forces of Saint Macharius had touched down on the planet here first and in the following centuries, Dun Gallin had been the planet’s main connection to the rest of Eressa.'''

'''As the Thunderbolts vanished from the unusually clear morning sky behind the grayish ferrocrete walls, the courtyard in front of the Argonarch’s office slowly came to life. A sizable number of PDF troops hadn’t found room in the fortress itself anymore and thus been forced to make camp in the open space before the office’s entrance, much to the chagrin of the local populace, which had been robbed of their usual gathering and market place. The fountain in the center of the circular plaza, depicting the meeting of Macharius and the Clan Gallin elders in withered bronze, had been turned off after a number of troopers had turned to take a bath in it, and likewise, the stalls lining the sides of the yard were mostly closed. Only the food vendors capitalized on the influx in customers, selling hot Grox Buns, roasted bread and strong, dark tea already.'''

'''The office itself was a tall, rectangular building, resting on fat, square pillars. It retained the blank, brutal aesthetic that had been buried under the pomp of imperial gothic elsewhere in the fortress, its walls sleek and smooth ferrocrete with narrow windows designed to be reliable loopholes in case an enemy should ever manage to break into the fortress proper. Imposing and cold, it was the designation of four PDF troopers, from all over Sennach, sent here on behalf of their superior officers to meet with the local garrison commander.'''  