05-15-2015, 12:27 PM
Tartaros was nearing the figures now, and as he walked, they slowly became clearer... A battered and broken youth, lying on the pale white ground... a hulking, and rotting mass, tightly gripping a large blade and lying on the ground alongside the youth... a strange, large man, with armour of shining azure... and finally, a curious, squat creature, darkly coloured and carrying several oversized blades...
As he approached, the situation became far more apparent, both the rotting giant and lithe youth were clutched over, clutching slashes and bruises over their broken bodies, while the imp-like creature simply watched contently and, what was now appearing to be a fellow astartes, extended a hand towards the giant. Desiring to know more, the marine starting running towards the scene.
Eventually reaching the site, Tartaros slowed himself, and slung his boltgun along his back. "Well then... what's going on 'ere?...
As he approached, the situation became far more apparent, both the rotting giant and lithe youth were clutched over, clutching slashes and bruises over their broken bodies, while the imp-like creature simply watched contently and, what was now appearing to be a fellow astartes, extended a hand towards the giant. Desiring to know more, the marine starting running towards the scene.
Eventually reaching the site, Tartaros slowed himself, and slung his boltgun along his back. "Well then... what's going on 'ere?...