Board Thread:Warhammer 40k Roleplay/@comment-28917471-20150214113638/@comment-4948356-20150401214851

Sefarius looked at the map, if only as an excuse to hide his eyes.

...Another Heretic hunt...

Memories of one particular campagin came back vividly...

...He could feel their eyes, surprise and alarm in both...

...The man, neatly trimed hair, a small stuble forming below, his hand uncertain on his stub pistol...

''...The other one... smooth... nimble, a large yellow gun leveled, and a something resembling a Y in her forehead in the grey blue skin...''

...He could hear his men laughing auidbly back at the camp, where asks where the sarge was...

He shook himself mentally... and looked back at the inquisitor...

"Then I suppose our projected path will stop at Seruce VIII and we will suddenly have need to go to Arpholiun VII... Now then, I believe its time for you to get back to work Ardan... after all, I do have someone waiting."