Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-25684606-20180802153703/@comment-30715799-20180907015204

Before he even stepped up out of the stairwell, Marius could smell the death. He had been hardened long ago against the sight of even the most brutal scenes of death, but still felt a pang of grief at the thought of what was lost. With a silent shrug of his shoulders he sent the thought away. The air here still had the faintest trace of rage, though that could easily be a placebo from knowing the scent well. He kept his eyes wide, bolter raised and ready. No telling if one of the beasts might be in some sort of dormant state, waiting for the sound of a "gowd fight".