Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-1734134-20170909231230/@comment-1734134-20171025234443

The corpses are laden with rusting old auto and las guns, some carry seemingly functional frag-grenades. His static laden words fill the voxes of his allies, but they're twisted and malformed, becoming haunting, daemonic chants.

The runes are shifting icons and images that twist and twirl every few seconds, but after several minutes of reading them, you seem to discover some sort of meaning. They describe a band of warriors coming to the world, uniting it's desperate inhabitants, turning them upon the decadent rulers, and casting them out, before turning upon one another.