Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-1734134-20170510201346/@comment-27084731-20170706161328

Verian cursed and tool out a smoke grenade and dropped it on his position, covering himself with his camelioline cloak and waiting for the smoke to thicken, he then repositioned himself and fired back with his sniper rifle against the enemy.

"Brother librarian, if you cannot attack with psychic gifts of yours let not your bolter rust! Fire, throne given, fire at will!" Verian shouted