Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-1734134-20171101093641/@comment-8397818-20171104001115

Ceras understood that Alpharius was no ordinary Traitor Marine.

"Call me cousin one more time, witch, and you will be reunited with whatever abomination that you worship faster than you can comprehend!" - Ceras said slowly with a cold tone.

"Regarding my allegiance, I worship and follow the voice of the Emperor. I couldn't care less for the corrupt Imperium or the so called High Lords of Terra. And I certantly hold no love for the heretics who accept daemons as their gods." - Ceras answered as he slowly made his way to the bolt gun that was on the floor. Once there, he put his combat knife bakc in place and picked up the gun while still aiming his pistol at Alpharius.

He gazed upon the bolt gun that he held in the other hand, then turned his gaze towards Alpharius.

"Alpharius you say? That name brings back memories. I do remeber fighting along side with someone who took that name as his own. Infact, all of his followers called themselves Alpharius as well. We fought alongside them, trying to break a siege in which the loyal dogs tried to hold us. But they couldn't. I must say, those fanatics were dedicated to their lord. Or maybe they gave in to some idea, I can't tell. But they kept fighting, even when a solid shell tore off the head of their leader, Alpharius."

"Nice bolt gun." - Ceras complimented while lookiing a the bolt gun and looked at Alpharius again.

"So tell me, are you ready to meet your god?"