Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-32600226-20181231192754

The weak will always be led by the strong. Where the strong see purpose and act, the weak follow; where the strong cry out against fate, the weak bow their heads and succumb. There are many who are weak; and many are their temptations. Despise the weak for they shall flock to the call of the Daemon and the Renegade. Pity them not and scorn their cries of innocence - it is better that one hundred innocently fall before the wrath of the Emperor than one kneels before the Daemon. - The First Book of Indoctinations

The Arvus Lighter shakes from a patch of turbulence as it rumbles through the night sky. In the distance can be seen a constant steam of flashes and occasionally the rumble of ordinance can be heard above the noise of the ships engines. The interior is cramped and relatively uncomfortable, though accommodations had been made to make it more comfortable for the warriors who had left the front lines and answered the Inquisitor's call.

Soon those who had chosen to stay near the small windows on the craft could see the that the vessel was approaching the ruins of a city, broken and abandoned only recently in war. Soon the Arvus passed over the outskirts of the ruins and made for a square near the center where the only lights left the city were visible, marking out a landing site.

Standing near the landing site are a pair of individuals, one clad in power armor painted only in black, white, and shades of grey. The other wearing the rust red of the Adeptus Mechanicus. As the craft begins its approach for landing a light snowfall begins. Soon more details of the square are visible, many of the buildings looking burned or shelled. Only one has any light, the one nearest to where the pair are standing.

The snow fall thickens as the craft lands noisely. As the doors open the pilot calls back "Alright, everybody out! I've got a few more trips to make for the Inquisitor and it looks like he's already waiting for you. Good Luck!" 