Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-1734134-20190911202955/@comment-1734134-20191013235050

The Partisans begin to gather up the wounded, moving them from the Chimera on makeshift stretchers. Jerrios men keep them guarded, while a number of Partisans begin to move ahead, leading the assembled mercenaries through the dense forest. They display a great familiarity with the area, easily weaving between the trees and guiding the group along narrow paths. That is until the group comes to a halt, with one of the Partisans calling out to Jerrios in a low, hushed tone. The rag tag troopers stagger to a halt, quickly falling into position as the stand-sergeant in sergeant freezes in place.

Its presence washes over the party, particular Cyradon and Dion. The air suddenly feels frosty, and a crushing sense of emptiness strikes even those who are not psykers as their eyes are laid upon it. The Scion's vox channel is reduced to whining, screeching static, spliced with the screams of the dead Guardsmen as their last moments are played out over it.

A ragged thing, the hunched creature is posed over the remains of several Guardsmen, its maw buried in their guts. Its body is a twisted mirror image of image of Cyradon’s form. Long antlers push out of the sides of his helmet, while the Space Marine’s faceplate has split open, reforming into a large fanged maw. Blood runs from its shattered eye lenses, while bone talons sprout out in place of fingers.

Flesh tears and armour cracks as it turns its head towards the party, its jaw falling open. Several of the partisan’s balk at the site of it, fleeing while Jerrios simply cannot bring himself to move. The Possessed Chaos Space Marine stands to its full height – steaming blood and viscera dripping from its far-too large maw. Tau helmets hang from its belt - while the dog-tags of fallen Guard are wrapped around one arm. It inspects the party, some horrid, alien intellect lying beneath its eyes.

But it does not stay. It lurches away, taking with it a chunk of Guardman. It moves fast - faster than any being it size and height should, lunging between the trees and into the forest.