Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-1734134-20170510201147/@comment-1734134-20170914004932

“So be it,” Strasse says, losing interest in Ceras and Karliel and returning to Soin, “Just remember who you’re dealing with, and who I am fighting, mercenary.”

Orion is quick in his work with Soin, working with whatever materials he can find. In the process, most of Soin’s original body is destroyed – while whatever remains is left trapped inside a clunky, Astartes sized automaton. The thing is layered in bulky ceramite plates, with hydraulic and piston driven limbs. A battle-computer has been built into what remains of his brain, his thought process shaved down to a somewhat more narrow view of the world. A large, baroque carbine is handed to him.

After a few hours, the party is gathered together again. The Skitarii of the camp have their weapons constantly at the ready, their gaze levelled upon both Karliel and Ceras, while Strasse, or what you believe to be Strasse, inspects you, “Considering the failure of your previous operation, I am eager to hear your next plan of action.”