Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-1734134-20170510201147/@comment-30488984-20170529074916

Proud of himself, Karliel steps back and crosses his arms. A wide grin appears on his face as he imagines himself leading a mighty host to conquer this world and many others. ''There will be no peace, my empire will wage eternal war but these fools will follow whomever promises them peace and prosperity. Too bad...''Karliel's train of thought is cut off as he hears Soin's angry reply to an unknown entity.

He turns to look for Soin but cannot find him in the thick of the Skitarii. Tilting his head in confusion, ''I wonder if he was perhaps telling me to shut it. Why? I have not done him a wrong? No matter, we have a task at hand''.

Jumping out of the Chimera with his Silenced Astartes Rifle in both hands, twin chain axes on his back, bolter and bolt pistol mag locked to his legs, and multiple ammo packs and melta and krak grenades lining his waist. Karliel's initially full black ceramite power armour now a mixture of copper blood and scorched silver, he makes his way to the rally point of where he wished to gather his strike team.

Calling over his vox, he decides to assemble his men and Soin at once.

"Skitarii strike team, meet me besides the our perimeter of the camp closest to the mountains. Bring as many silenced weapons and high explosives as possible. Soin, we are moving out to deal with their artillery. Be sure to bring some explosives, we'll need your expertise in dealing with whatever we cannot pick up and take back with us. These rebels won't have the luxury to bombard us any longer after this."

Leaning on his rifle in one hand, Karliel scours the mountainside. Too far too see any enemies, he merely takes in the sight. ''Imagine that, this can all be mine. I can be lord of this world and build an empire. I will avenge my family and my people. The Imperium will fall and I will become a true champion of the blood god.''