Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-25684606-20180802153703/@comment-27830834-20180805084007

Agrios slowly disassembles his Stalker Bolter, checking every component for signs of wear or carbon build-up. Satisfied, he reassembles his weapons in a series of metallic clicks, aiming down the sights to check accuracy.

"May our blades find their throats. Deliverer, Thy will be done," He prays aloud, with a meaningful glance at Ciaran.