Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-1734134-20161215224118/@comment-1734134-20170113223447

Sunlight greets you as you open the hatch, blazing hot, angelic light that illuminates your path as you clamber out of the sewer and onto the desert. You're further than you'd think from the walls of the settlement, the hatch opening up into some sort of dugout in the middle of the plains, with skeletal figures lying in the sand, their bones long picked clean. As the hatch closes behind you, you can hear the sound of screeching vermin, descending on the guardsmen in pursuit. The prisoner, still bound, speaks up,

"Oh thank the Emperor, thank you," he pants, "I was terrified of what those heretics had done, the idea they might have swayed more to their cause," he bumbles through this words, tired, delirious.