Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-1734134-20190911202955/@comment-1734134-20191014232717

(Cyradon casts Inflict Pain on a roll of a 19 out of 8 Required. Dion casts Precognition on a 21 out of 6 required. No miscasts).

The creature gallops forward, moving on all fours now, loosing guttural inhuman roars that fry coms and riddle vox channels with static. Tarkhan’s sensors bleed data and sputter out black sigils and runes across his field of vision in attempts to track the creature, the space around it becoming a negative void of light. But Tarkhan’s words stiffen the resolve of the Partisans and the Guard around him, They draw closer; Jerrios breaking free of his cold sweat and waving ahead, “This way, keep close to the Tech Priest and be ready!” he commands. The Partisans break into an ordered strut, moving deeper into the forest. Jerrios turns to Tarkhan,

“It isn’t far, my Lord, just through this clearing and we will be at the entrance.”

The woods seem to open up for a moment, opening up to reveal the bodies of more guard and partisan – and Tau. Their remains are scattered across the clearing, oozing out onto the grass.

Cyradon’s power causes the creature to screech and spasm in agony for a few moments, it’s run reduced to a staggering halt as it crashes into the earth, rolling across the dirt before managing to bring itself to its cloven feet. Laying its eyes upon the Librarian, its jaw falls open, oozing acidic mucus dripping down across its chest plate. His brothers move to back him up however, laying down suppressive fire in an attempt to pin the Possessed Space Marine.

The sound of bolter fire rings out through the forest, birds darting out of trees overhead while flashes illuminate the battleground.

Hen and Dion swiftly arrive behind the trio of Blood Angels facing off against the possessed heretic. Letting lose a deafening, bone rattling roar in lunges forward, crashing into Cyradon. All Precognition grants Dion is a sight of a howling, snarling warp beast.