Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-1734134-20190911202955/@comment-30488984-20191120030400

Cyradon and his brothers stood at either side of Siros and his bodyguards, two upon each flank. He was momentarily surprised to see a Commissar here but such a man holds little sway in the wilds of a war-torn frontier world. He would let the Partisan leader have the first word, knowing full well that his direct intervention at this moment is unwise. He'd see how it played out. His mind raced, thinking about the countless ways this could turn out and preparing mentally for potential violence should it come to that when he felt the intrusion of the psyker in his mind once again.

He snapped a glare through his helmet's green lenses at the psyker next to him,

+No+

Cyradon returns his gaze to the approaching Scions and Commissar, holding his sternguard bolter across his chest.