Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-1734134-20171101093641/@comment-8397818-20171123102836

"Nicely done Alpha." - Ceras complemented Alpharius while looking over the horizon. He took off his helmet and then he snapped. "We have wasted our time and risked our lives fighting the loyalist-scums for nothing! Damn that sorcerer!" - Ceras shouted in rage and punched the ground with his fist, ignoring the pain.

"The Imperials and the Traitors are tearing this planet apart. The servants of the false gods fight between themselves from time to time, but they keep their eyes on the Imperial Forces that are present here."

Ceras took out his scanner, that somehow was still  functioning. He tried to analyze their situation.

"I was captured by an army of renegades, but found my way out and joined a warband who was serving a Tech-priest of Khorne.

The renegade took his eyes from the scanner's screen and looked at Alpharius.

"The warband is dead, and I'm still alive. What's your story?"