Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-1734134-20161215224118/@comment-1734134-20170307014149

The warp fire boils flesh and heats metal, leaving a number of Autumn's men screaming in agony as their flesh and the armour they wear blends into blackened sculptures of molten skin, bones and organs. Autumn, despite it all, pushes forward, his armour burnt, battered and dripping. He lets out a horse breath - before shots catch his back and flank. He wobbles before falling to his knees and collapsing into the ground, falling unconscious. The air is thick with warp energy - a background static riddled with harsh whispers and terrible voices that call out from every direction.

The Medic trots over to Torki and begins to work silently, while a pair of rebel troops secure Autumn. Brerier, distant as always, inspects the aftermath of the battle with a disinterested gaze as the artillery thunders down on the settlement. Explosions suddenly rock the city as he activates his wrist computer, shaking the ground and collapsing already ruined structures. It's not long before more rebels have reinforced your position, waving black flags and chanting prayers to the Emperor. You can see them empty flamers into basements and roll grenades into shelters - clearly not caring if their victims are soldiers or citizens. Women are dragged out and into alley ways while children and men are led up to rooftops, to be pushed off. Already hangings and lynchings are taking place, while rebel troops move around with clever and bayonets drawn. Even with loose control of this area of the settlement, the rebels clearly wish to saviour their sense of victory.

"I will secure your landing zone, Mi'lord," Brerier says aloud to his men as he speaks into his vox, holstering it as he turns his back to you, gesturing for his troops to move into position.