Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-1734134-20170510201318/@comment-30715799-20170531155525

Rosalind pushed herself against the wall of the tunnel and moves back into the tunnel, not bothering to see if her trick works. She drops the shrub, quietly smushing it into the thick waste under foot. Everything is cast in the red light of her helm-lenses, giving the tunnel a forbodding look. The sound of the Ogryn ecohed down the tunnel to them.

With her pistol up and a hand on her hatchet she waded through the muck looking for a side tunnel or a hatch of some kind.