Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-1734134-20180205202802/@comment-1734134-20180329121135

The Word Bearer pays no heed to Anat, again offering a salute, this time directed at Jarik. He carries with him a great sense of presence, something that nearly borders on a physical force. A large golden spear is mounted on his backpack, while his armour is adorned in strange script and markings,

“I am glad to see hardy warriors such as yourselves survived this clumsy hammer fall – the incompetence of this operation has led to the deaths of too many good men,” the Word Bearer says, not removing his helmet. His tone became slightly bitter as he stepped forward, “this has turned from a goose hunt to a stick-up job. We ‘took so long’ because we were fighting through the rear of alien army group – having just had most of transports shot down by anti-air fire. I am Chaplain Vroch,” he extends a hand to Jarik.

“Our goal now is to push closer into this city. From what we can tell, the human element of their force has already retreated, while these aliens do much of the fighting. But luckily for us, we have managed to take a pair of prisoners.”

He gestures to a set of Word Bearer troopers who drag forth a pair of battered, tired looking human men. They wear taught, flesh body armour and are tossed down besides Vroch, “We will need somewhere to interrogate them.”

The Predators roll into position, as directed by Daon, some of the Word Bearers joining him in arranging or assembling the barricades. Vroch looks over the position, “Do you have a command centre? And are there any wounded? We managed to pull an Apothecary from a shattered drop pod,” he points towards an Astartes who lurks behind him, clad in metallic blue armour, “He is of the Alpha Legion.”