Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-1734134-20170510201147/@comment-30488984-20170603235349

"Good luck." says Karliel to Soin. "Hopefully we won't need you to bear those guns down on this position. I will vox you if things go south, do not hesitate the fire if I give the order. I will get out just fine."

Karliel preps his gear, checking his weapons and armor before heading out to talk to the rebels. He takes the head and places it in a corner and throws some dirt atop it to hide from anyone walking by.

He takes a deep sigh, stowing his rifle over his shoulder and grabbing a white cloth from one of his pouches on his waste. Walking slowly onto the bridge in full view of the guards, Karliel raises his right arm with the white cloth and waves them down. His left arm held out at his side, but not so high that it would take more than a second for him to reach down and grab his bolt pistol which was mag-locked to his upper left thigh.

"I come to negotiate with the commanders of this fortress." Karliel calls out to the renegades.