Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-1734134-20170510201147/@comment-32198720-20170611084853

Gunfire raked across the corroded metal hull of the Charnel Tomb, one shot pinging harmlessly off Mycos' helm. Mycos was no Khornate, he had been about to confirm the allegiances of the mortals around him before opening fire. Still, this simplified it. Hefting the rest of the gear from the hulk, he reached down to one of the dead bodies, dipping two fingers in the pool of blood and brain matter that he brought up to his helm grill. Flickering tongues of the parasites within lapped at the blood, bringing the dead mortal's thoughts and sensations fluttering airily through Mycos' fevered mind.

Well, of to work, he thought as he pulled the Crozius, igniting it with a flash of sickly green light, and bolter spitting death, he advanced on the mortal soldiers.