Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-1734134-20180205203006/@comment-1734134-20180410111635

“I have no reason to speak, filth,” the man manages with a croak as his throat is seized, “You all grossly overestimate your abilities, and you have no idea what is coming – so kill me or release me but do not waste my time with your empty threats.”

The Astartes with the vox-caster begins to tinker with his equipment, and after several minutes, a pair of Thunderhakws sweep through the sky and land not far from your position. From their holds a host of astartes, mostly of the Ultramarines legion pour out, a captain in ornate armour at their head. He offers Consus a salute as the others secure the permitter.