"[color=0072bc]These will cause whoever breath in their particles to go into a hallucinogenic rage, attacking anything and everything around them, regardless of friend or foe.[/color]"

[i]"[color=a187be]Do those even work against Power Armored astartes or deamons??[/color]"[/i]

Adrianne didn't voice the question, although she held doubts about the effectiveness of the grenades. Against unprotected flesh and blood beasts and mortals, sure, but the Psyker doubted they'd be much use against otherwordly deamons and astartes firmly sealed off in their power suits.

Still, no reason to shake the Sister's optimism!

"[color=a187be]I have a few notions about who Zirael is... as to how they tie into this I honestly have no clue.[/color]" Adrianne said, while placing one hand on the face of a multi-limbed shadow with a forked tongue, before pushing it away from her. An act that might have looked like an odd gesture to the blunts in the party.

[i]"[color=f49ac2]You know full well, little Adri, that I would never turn down a gracious invitation to join such a 'party!'[/color]"[/i]

"[color=ed1c24]is anyone in need of healing? Step forward now.[/color]"

Adrianne gave the rest of the party a look, to see if anyone would take the White Scar apothecarian up on his offer.

Part of her doubted anyone would though. For starters, the Imperium seemed rife with stubborn hard-knocks that would attempt to walk off any injury; even death itself; if they were given a chance to do so. And secondly, there was also always a degree of perturbation for most mortals regarding the idea of going up to an 8ft power armored killing machine and asking him to to heal a simple limb or close a wound!

"[color=a187be]I can walk second or third to the front.[/color]" Adrianne said as she suggested a marching order.
"[color=a187be]My powers will allow us to foil any traps or ambushes that might lie ahead, and give us the drop on any hostile elements in these tunnels.[/color]"