Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-1734134-20170510201147/@comment-32198720-20170613223719

Numb pain slowly registered in Mycos fevered mind as his ceramite cracked and his skin ruptured like ripe blisters. The noxious scent surrounding the Nurglite astartes intensified to near corrosive levels as the flies eagerly dug into the new wounds, to breed a new generation.

Mycos was aware that the others around him might not appreciate the blessings he offered, so with a wistful sigh,  he pulled a Plague Grenade and tossed it up at the rebels on the second floor.