Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-1734134-20190911202955/@comment-30488984-20191012211902

Cyradon opens his eyes, instinctively he looks around trying to find the shadow of the thing in his vision.

At the approach of Jerrios, Cyradon stands, his blade held loosely in his right hand as he scans the forest.

"Something is wrong, I cannot say what exactly but I sense a darkness in the forest." Cyradon looks at the partisan leader, his green lenses glowing in the enroaching darkness, "But as you said, we must keep moving. Keep your men at the ready, something or someone will be watching us."

Cyradon walks up to the side of the Chimera and bangs on it with his fist, "We are moving out. Get the wounded and help them in the rear." He signals to his brothers to fall in behind him and the Astartes walks to the back of the Chimera. He turns away from the Chimera and waits for the Partisan to lead the way.