Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-1734134-20170510201147/@comment-1734134-20170906132151

“They are Tzeentchian mutants. It appears they have built up their forces and have launched a general offensive towards Brerier and the Imperials in the north. They’ve yet to turn their attention to us, but I doubt that will last long. Come,”

The machine creeps forward, it’s limber form guiding you toward a series of smashed open pipes, large enough for the Astartes to move through, though it is forced to duck as it pulls inside, “These will take us outside the city, and lead you out of this disaster of an operation. It guides you through them, and after several hours of climbing and trudging through mud and waste, you emerge from the side of the city, slinking out behind it’s aged walls. The battle is far from you, but not far enough that the sound of artillery disappears, nor the roar of gun-fire,

“We cannot make use of any sort of air-transport without danger of being shot down. We will have to return to our lines on foot, for the most part, unless any of you have your own plans.”