Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-1734134-20170510201147/@comment-32198720-20170623142203

Mycos took his position with the Skitarii, assuming the Bolter where the enemies were expected. He could barely contain his excitement in seeing the guns fire. He couldn't wait to see clouds of artillery fire blacken the sky, one immense, dark monument to the Father of Plagues. 'Our bodies will rot beneath a beautiful, burning sky. Praise Nurgle,' he whispered across the vox.