Board Thread:Fun and Games Forum/@comment-26355186-20150630204932/@comment-24306135-20150714170019

(I am of the opinion that the divisions of this Platoon cannot be washed away but with blood.)

Karak sat in his quarters in Hangar Five, reading document after document about the old Earth battles Avgust had used to convince Sauron to kill himself. He dug up atrocities on both sides. Bayonets, fire, and death in the snow. The Vanguard was correct, he did what he had to do. He would sacrifice life after life for nothing, if he believed that would complete his mission. Karak knew this would end only in the death of the entire platoon, despite whatever victory would be achieved. Avgust would gain glory, perhaps, even if he fell alongside the others. He would be the honored one. The others would surely be forgot. After all, these Vanguard, like the squabbling Barons of many a House, remembered only those of their station, with the lower left for dust. Karak knew that if he could not do anything else, he had to save these "lower" apes from their commander's folly, in memory of what Sauron had tried to do. But how?