Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-1734134-20190911202955/@comment-30488984-20191030140301

Cyradon looks over the map, pondering a moment as he comes up with a strategy. “The armory is the primary target here, but we need to draw forces away. I can lead an assault upon the town with my brothers and whatever volunteers from your men are willing to go while a strike team hits the armory once it sends reinforcements to deal with the unexpected attack. Though, we will need those leman Russ tanks to make the assault dangerous enough to warrant reinforcements. The idea is to take both objectives, but should the town assault be repulsed, we will have secured much needed supplies and war gear for you and your men.”

Looking over at the party, now fully Intermingled with the partisans and civilians, “In the mean time, an ambush or two upon those patrols at the armory would make a good distraction while we await those reinforcements from the other strongholds. I will see what the others think.”

At that Cyradon offered another nod To Siros and was about to walk over to Hen and Dion when he noticed the scouts escorting Aeldari, Penal Legionare, and Conscript. He folds his arms across his breastplate like a father would when about to scold his child.

“And where have all of you been skulking about?”