Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-26178112-20170511230727/@comment-26383377-20170529201605

The Inquisitor looked down at his makeshift militia of hive denizens. He had 'borrowed' the planetary governor's palace for the time being. He gazed over his new fighting force from the upper hive, impressed by their sheer amount. "A bolter and a club are both equal both share the same purpose. Being 'refined' matters not when it comes to the harsh conditions of war." He mumbled.

Throgar let his hands rest to his sides. The mechanical hum of his power armor's energy systems were rather soothing. He enjoyed listening to them at times of pure silence. His gaze slowly drifted over to the intimidating fortress of blades that resembled a disgusting stain on this beautiful planet. "Suffer not the witch to live." The Lord Inquisitor quickly recalled one of the most important phrases he has ever heard. "Suffer not the witch to live." He repeated it once more, the truth that was held within that statement gave the Inquisitor a sense of purpose. A purpose that was much more noble than what those disgusting heathens below him had.