Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-1734134-20190911202955/@comment-25684606-20190919200708

Lem emerged from his cover, dust ridden, partially bleeding and with a huge, burned hole in the shoulder off his sleeve. Nevertheless, he was alive and all the strange things were did, so all things considered, the situation was good as far as it concerned him. As he looked around the room, his eyes slid off the Astartes, for stuff of legend they were, their actual existence was something Lem's brain had a hard time to comprehend. Believing in one's good was one thing, but to witness His chosen messengers something entirely else.