Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-1734134-20180205202802/@comment-30488984-20180515201721

Jarik moves forward, taking in the scene and taking a deep breathe to cool his rising temper. He is disgusted and in shock, never seeing such an atrocitiy committed against the lifeless corpses of his kin.

"''This is an abomination, this defiling of my brothers. Every last mortal and xenos of this world will be slaughtered for this...heresy." - ''Jarik thought to himself.

"Search the room, cover the entrances." Jarik orders the squad. He walks over to one of the tables nearby, placing a his guantlet upon the chest of a defiled carcass of an Astartes.

"Apothecary, is there any chance of procuring geneseed from any of these brothers? Or have the enemy taken the future of our Legions as well?"