Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-32600226-20181231192754/@comment-32600226-20190325053006

The pistol fell in snow near Jackson who picked it up and struggled to get up on his feet. Limping heavily he pulled his hood down and pulled the cloth and mask from his face revealing a round face and curly brownish-redish hair. "Bloody hell, of course he had ta get me in the one place I can't see well," he muttered turning his gaze to the checkpoint.

As Waycrest continued his investigation he pulled off Basil's hood. Underneath Basil was anything but ordinary, his face was a blueish color, his still open eyes had yellowish sclera and his teeth were a horrendus mix of molars and canines. Waycrest had never seen anyone like that in person but he had seen pictures of similar creatures during his training; a daemonhost. Jackson looked and flinched before immediately clutching at his leg in pain. "Wot the hell is that?" Jackson exclaimed. "Is that Basil? I mean he'd been keeping to himself ever since he went to that briefing for vetrans and officers but what the hell! God Emperor protect us!"