Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-1734134-20191209190957/@comment-30715799-20191220031021

"There aren't, there is an investigator that reports to a one Inquisitor Hyrim Gosfoul. I know not his Order. We hunt not the Xenos nor the Heretic. As far as I know, my master is several systems away from here. He dispenses the Emperors absolution upon a lost world, if he told me the truth of it. I have no use for tricks or deceit.", Hen replied quietly to Tarkhan as he paced in front of the prisoners. Occasionally his hand struck one of the xenos, just enough to get the attention." My concern is the end road of heresy, it's black roots. I don't have the words for it, they are stricken from my mind if ever I did, but I've no doubt you have some idea."

Henriksen took a moment to recall the battle, it hurt his mind, but it was brief," During a battle here, a red skinned creature with a horrid figure materialized. It was not of this world, it hurt to look at. It alone could have killed most of this camp, were it not for the Marines. Now is not the time for games, dear Magos, should there be any a foot. If this world is found wanting, none will leave. If it falls from grace, none shall live. I've heard those words too many times to think them a near dramatic touch."

Hen walked back to Tau he had pulled aside, drawing his combat knife as he did. He tapped the blade on the armored shoulder of the Xenos as he looked around at its "mates". Tap. Tap. Tap. Tap...