Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-1734134-20170510201147/@comment-30488984-20170918213002

"Sounds like a plan, I wonder if we will see any familiar faces on the loyalist side. We may even run into those foolish astartes who worked for the Rogue Trader. That would be an interesting turn of events"

Karliel's voice sounds almost joyful at the thought of fighting the Emperor's lapdogs

"That battle would definitely beat getting shot at by dozens of autcannons and cowardly snipers. I wonder if any would meet me in single combat."

He looks over to Kale,

"That wouldn't be a problem would it? Killing fellow Astartes that is, I don't want to have to look over my shoulder should we run into them."

Karliel turns, not giving the renegade time to respond, he heads towards the vehicles that he assumes will transport him and the others to Apollo's territory. He pats Soin on the pauldron, signalling for his comrade to join him. He holds his two handed chainaxe with one hand about half shaft to get a feel for the weapon, swinging it half hazardly to get an idea of the balance and reach of the weapon. He grunts with approval and continues moving.