Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-1734134-20180205202802/@comment-1734134-20180406182820

With some time and effort, Vardes successfully peels away at the thoughts of the prisoner, “We created them, they’re servant creatures we produce from birthing pits. They exist to fight and act as labourers”.

The prisoner is left breathless and shaken by the experience, slumping back in his bonds.

The Apothecaries look to Jarik. The first answers plainly, “Varl Mulryan, of the Dark Angels”. The Alpha Legionnaire is blunt in tone, “I am Alpharius.”

The Dark Angel picks up a sheet of paper and begins to read the list of casualties, “5 severally wounded, 7 with moderate injuries, which can be healed. You would need to check with the Word Bearer if you sought to lead them, it is my knowledge that he seeks you continue to currently lead your originally contingent.”

With that, Vroch’s voice buzzes into Jariks’ vox, “Sergeant? If you’ve recovered from your injuries, please come and meet me near the interrogation chamber.”

Near the centre of the camp, the Word Bearers have established a small ammo dump, with several great stacks of ammunition and explosives.