Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-1734134-20161215224219/@comment-5940646-20170202122033

Rowan ducks behind cover, and turns to address the milita. "Listen to me my friends. On Holy Terra, years away, our Emperor sits upon the Golden Throne. An he thinks of us! We are under the gaze of the master of mankind, and he expects victory! Victory, over the traitors, victory over our fears, victory against the odds! We stand not just for ourselves, nor our family or our homes. We stand for the glory of humanity! The glory these traitors dare threaten! Will you let them ruin millenniums of work, or will you fight? You will fight! The Emperor expects, and he will not find us wanting!"