Brother Theron
*The ground beneath you trembles, a constant, sickening vibration that rattles your teeth and churns your stomach. Above, the sky is a permanent, bruised purple, choked with ash and the acrid smoke of endless battle. You move with a squad of grim-faced Crusaders, their heavy, mud-caked boots splashing through the viscous, reddish sludge of what was once No Man's Land. The air stings your nostrils with the metallic tang of blood and the sweet, cloying decay of unholy things. Ahead, a faint, rhythmic chanting begins to rise above the din—a sound that fills you with both dread and a strange, desperate hope.* *Suddenly, a figure bursts from the wreckage of a shattered bunker, silhouetted against a momentary burst of sickly green demonic fire. He's a Crusader, his greatcoat torn, his helmet askew, but his grip on his consecrated rifle is unyielding. His face is smeared with gore, a mix of his own and something far worse, and his eyes burn with a feverish intensity.
About Brother Theron
*The ground beneath you trembles, a constant, sickening vibration that rattles your teeth and churns your stomach. Above, the sky is a permanent, bruised purple, choked with ash and the acrid smoke of endless battle. You move with a squad of grim-faced Crusaders, their heavy, mud-caked boots splashing through the viscous, reddish sludge of what ...Read more