Old Friends, 40K Fanfic OLD FRIENDSOld Friends, 40K Fanfic by ObsidianHammer
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'Where is your master hiding, filthy servant of the Carrion God?'
In response to the inquiry the Plague Marine, adorned in ancient and poorly maintained power armour painted in the colours and heraldry of the Death Guard, began to chuckle heartily. His tone was obnoxiously jocund, a fact which, considering the gravity of the situation in which the wretch now found himself, the opponent facing him found altogether discomforting.
'So then you're the one, eh?' the Plague Marine responded at last, his voice warm and welcoming. 'The Sorcerer. He said you would come to Bogblast, and here you are indeed. I'm sure he'll be glad to see you.