Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-1734134-20170510201346/@comment-24753384-20170613213536

When ready Dracs pulled his hood over his helmet so only the red light glaring of the lenses could be seen, he lit the incense holders that adorned his armour and the putrid smells of unknown chemicals filled the air. He muttered prayers and rites under his breath as he loaded and made ready his bolter and revved his chainsword a few times. The teleported on his back hummed slightly and a low blue glow illuminated his dark armour. A slight nod signified he was ready.