Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-1734134-20190911202955/@comment-30488984-20191020072936

Cyradon remains silent, he rests on a knee looking over the warband's sigil quietly a few moments. The librarian takes off his helmet and massages his temples, his face grimacing as though in deep painful thought. He opens his eyes and they are bloodshot from the usage of his powers and his face visibly exhausted. He releases a sigh.

"This man was a champion of the dark pantheon." he says aloud to no one in particular. "For a man of his stature to be out here alone means that he was either a scout or lost control of his mind to the daemon. Either way, this location is no longer safe."

He looks over the marine's disfigured face again, "What happened to you cousin?" he asks softly. The broken helmet interests him and so the Epistolary grabs in and inspects it a moment before latching it onto his belt. "We might be able to use this later down the line."

He slowly stands up, supporting himself with his blade dug into the ground. "Hen, you may be rid of the body if you wish...."

Cyradon's words trail off as he turns around, he had not noticed the guardsmen arriving as he had been engrossed with the corpse. He smiles and gestures for them to stand before turning his attention to the officers. He raises a fist to his chest and offers a small nod.

"A pleasure to meet you, Siros Uriel. My name is Cyradon, Epistolary Librarian of the Blood Angels Chapter." he offers a somber nod. "Jerrios is correct. I intend to build an army..." he glances over at the Magos and the Scions, "and I hope they to get them working together better than that lot." his gaze returning to Siros, "Moving to the stronghold is a sound plan. I have many questions about your situation and that of the region. The Governess provided as much as she could but you have been in the field."

Cyradon smiles, hoping to flatter the officer, "She can only give me so much in comparison to a man who has been fighting alongside his men on the front. But of course, we can discuss this once we are on the move or once we arrive at the stronghold. The decision is up to you Siros."