Board Thread:Warhammer 40k Roleplay/@comment-25239171-20140802095755

It was with pride and exuberance that Domynyck Crypt boarded the Reddest Flame. After the years of traininga at home, and on ship, with his father, it was finally time for him to inherit the ancient ship, and the Warrent of Trade that was so proudly displayed in its stasis field. He could barely contiain himself as the shuttle docked in the main bay, an honour guard of tweny of the family army, the Typhon 1st, standing to attention outside his door. He strode down the ranks of men, taking note of those he knew as he swept toward the bride, respledant in a long coat the color of crimson, bedecked in furs and leather, a fine boltgun strapped to one thigh and a chainsword to he other. Approaching the command throne, he cast about his assembled crew and friends. 