Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-1734134-20180205202802/@comment-30488984-20180401073458

Jarik's visage turns dark with anger and his one eye seems to hold at bay a storm of fury at these accusations and lack of respect for the heirarchy of the Legions. He moves slowly like a predator towards Anat until he is face to face with the Raven Guard, seperated by just a a sliver of space. He keeps his tone low, laced with pent up rage,

"How dare you speak such false accusations against your brothers Raven? I care not for the oath of your lord nor your own oath. I serve the Warmaster and all the Imperium serves him by the Emperor's decree. I will not have insubordination in my ranks and such beligerance will not be tolerated. I have suffered your love of the shadows for long enough but no longer. Speak like that again or fall out of line one more time and you will be marked for the most severe censure capable within the Legiones Astartes."

Jarik glares at the Raven for a moment longer, then marches off barking orders to the nearby Astartes of the various Legions to follow him so that he may finish his patrol of the perimeter and establish a proper defense. He scans the camp for the Imperial Fist, looking for a proper Astartes to accompany him in his duties.