Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-1734134-20180205202802/@comment-30488984-20180502193242

As they walk down the tunnel, unholsters his bolter. The weapon brings a sense of reassurance to him, though he can't but help wishing he had a flamer or his power axe. Damned xenos must have taken it as a prize. He thinks to himself, as a hand reaches for the non-existant axe that would normally be at his side. The Sergeant is visibly uneasy, judging he and his men are far too exposed within these tunnels. The fact their armor is of little use against the enemy's weapons does not aid his confidence, but they have a mission to complete.

"The sons of Mortarion or Vulkan would be most useful in this campaign. They thrive on this kind of warfare. Though, Daon, you are experienced in tunnel warfare, are you not?"

Jarik speaks over the vox, deciding to spark some conversation amongst his men, building a sense of comradery in this now morbid situation.

He is slightly intrigued by the runes and symbols upon the walls, wondering what they mean. What message they are trying to portray. Is it a warning? Some kind of informative script? His thoughts are cut shorts as the chittering and crawling of the creature ahead of his party catches his attention.

The insectoid-like creature surprises the Sergeant, was it a scout? A warrior? A peon? He had raised his bolter to blast the creature apart but it retreated before he could get a clear shot on it. The Sergeant stops walking, holding up a fist indicating for the squad to hold position. He doesn't like this, he scours the walls, looking for crevaces or holes that such creatures could try and attack from. This is beginning to remind him of a campaign against an insectoid xenos civilization, where the brutality of this warfare cost many lives of his brothers and Legion.