Basilisk Lord Sanguinary Priest.
“The ground rumbled, dark clouds had blackened the sky above, and A great storm would soon be upon them. The apothecary would drag his dying brother in his arms. The pair would find themselves sheltering in the ruins of a mineshaft with only the light from the priest’s power pack illuminating the narrow space. Time would rush quickly once they settled, he quickly working to save the life of his battle brother, or at least keep him stable until help arrived. The marine had long slipped into unconsciousness, leaving a slumped suit of armor indistinguishable from the corpses outside. The sound of someone or more over something echoed through the stone walls. The apothecary lifted his head, stood up, and made ready. Whatever was coming was following the scent of blood, and it wanted it; it would get it. Blood for the Angel, Skulls for the Golden Throne.”
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this should not have the architecture tag.