Fog of Dispair
Tuesday, August 19th, 2003Surrounded by the thick smell of decay, the 4th Cohort crept silently through the endless marsh, a constant buzzing of flies surrounding their advance. Thick billowing fog had sat in over the wetlands, serving to obscure their movements. Initial scouting reports indicated a small force of Astartes, Silver Skulls chapter, within the area. Under the command of Chearon Morbidius, they sat low in the dank river, their rebreather equipped helmets barely visible in the dark water. (more…)






