Battle Report: A fistful of Teeth
The rain battered down hard on the makeshift barracks in the mining district. In a corner laid the company Astropath beating his head against the floor. “Black Sun. Black Sun.” he kept repeating. He had done so for the last fourteen hours. His face was in a pulp, blood, gore and vomit covered his clothes. […]
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