Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-29194274-20190321143814/@comment-26120744-20190321145816

The Erebus soldiers are speaking in codes, firing anti-matter and even Causality bending weapons to fight the Insurgents.

The insurgents have similar weapons, similar attire, but...

They’re chanting.

Dear God, it hurts.

The chanting is ugly, calamitous, unrythmic and chaotic, but even then there’s an underlying pattern. And the pattern itself is even worse than the ugliness.

They chant in a language that was old when the gods were young.

Their gear is painted in shades of red and black, papers nailed to the outside of their armors, covered in cthonic sigils and other alien symbology.

Some, those who’s helmets have grown horns of black ivory, don’t carry guns, instead moving their hands theatrically in the conjuring and throwing of black and red and purple magic.

Finally there were some who didn’t carry weapons at all and simply charged the Erebus soldiers. These were no longer human. Glowing orange eyes like those of a serpent, four or more, oversized, lipless mouths circled with fangs, hands warped into oversized claws or talons, warped wings ripped from their backs. Some were screaming. Some chanting like the more sane ones. Some laughing.

But all of these had many voices each. And only one was human.