Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-1734134-20161215224118/@comment-1734134-20170120224103

The red dots still marking your heads, the rebels emerge from the shadows, keeping their weapons steady as they surround you. Clad in scathed grey and black armour, they wield hotshot lasguns, as well as serrated knives and las-pistols. Their leader, his helm marked by a number of large, scope like protrusions, marches ahead of them and approaches you - his voice mechanical and stern,

"We saw you at the enemy encampment. You killed dozens of our own - and from enemy radio chatter - you're out here because you pissed off Autumn."

Your witch sight tells you this man is dripping with raw aggression, clearly furious at the thought of the group only coming here out of desperation.