Board Thread:Warhammer 40k Roleplay/@comment-7974155-20140721012547/@comment-6078851-20140729004749

as Darius put his foot through the wall the crash provided another reminiscence for Garion's troubled mind...

the crash of the Razorback's assault-bay door was very loud in the dank confines of the alien structure, quickly followed by the cacophany of clanking power armour boots storming the xenos threat. in his first campaign as a fully-fledged astartes, removing the xeno overlords from planets that belonged solely to humanity, until the calamity of Old Night separated such worlds from the empire, allowing foul races to enslave the human populace. during the campaign Garion had never felt such exultation in purpose, an exultation that faded after that particular war was won, and has never returned... (OOC: this was supposed to be in italics but they didn't work for some reason)

morosely Garion ponders his feelings from that campaign, (IM)*why do i feel as though i am without purpose? i know my purpose! i honour my purpose! and yet it seems......hollow, somehow.*

with a supreme force of will Garion tries to clear his head but only partially succeeds, which in itself concerns him. (IM)*i need to focus, i cannot go into battle with this inner turmoil. doing so will endanger this entire team and above all i must conduct myself as an astartes!*

Garion barely registers the entrance of Orphius as he forces himself to think of only the upcoming mission...