Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-1734134-20180623132248/@comment-25684606-20180623160150

"Greetings, Brother Chaplain." Consus replied in return, raising his Chain Sword. "Brother Consus, of the Death Guard. It soothes my eyes to see another Astartes." He gestured his men to stand easy as he took off his helmet. Indeed, a brief, subtle smile flashed over his face.

"We need ammunition and repairs on our armors, Brother Chaplain. The enemies have sold their lives dearly. We plan to pursue them once we are aptly prepared."