Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-1734134-20170510201147/@comment-30488984-20170820073145

"Damn" Karliel smashes his fist into a wall in annoyance as he is met with the static and crackle.

Karliel looks around, he is usure of what has become of his allies, his sprint and the ongoing skirmish seemingly caused him to get quite far from his allies' last known position. He pauses and thinks for a second; he could return and fight with his allies, pushing through wave after wave of Brerier's forces but risking his escape or let them be his decoy while he goes and hunts Brerier himself. He turns back to view the foundry, the sound of gunfire and the thought of his allies fighting without him stirs nothing within Karliel.

After mere moments, Karliel decides to get to the upper city and see if his vox can get a clear message to his forces outside the city walls. If not, he will hunt for Brerier himself and if that is not possible, he will return to Orion emptyhanded and that is not a prospect he is keen on seeing through. If his allies do survive and get out of this mess he will be surprised, part of him hopes Soin survives. However, his emotions are faint, the idea of friendship feeling foreign and not stirring what it used to. All he can think of is killing Brerier and the commander that he has a blood oath to murder.

"Champions of Khorne do not for the weak." he mutters to himself and with that Karliel enters the lift and starts his ascent topside.