Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-26178112-20170511230727/@comment-26383377-20170521073117

"We've made good progress." Haucross's voice was deep, and low. His armor shone bright, reflecting light despite the fact that it was painted black. He clutched his legendary Hellblade with his right hand, allowing the rage that was infused into the weapon to empower his words. His cybernetic legs allowed him to stand taller than most men, and his augmented physique easily made him an equal match to the adeptus astartes. "The last bastions of the imperial guard have all but fallen. My newly aquired Shadowsword has become the bane of their fortresses. My men have personally seen to the destruction of not one, but two Warhound-class scout titans." Haucross gazed down at his red weapon, he noted the lethal spikes that jutted out from it's edges. "But we've left some of their last fortresses standing, including the Inquisitorial fortress. We don't want those fools to resort to Exterminatus now, do we?"