"my tempelar brother is not fond of psychic beings" as silva spoke he removed his helm "i have on time met some of your kin, my mentor even taught me somewhat about your race" as he spoke he peirced his staff into the ground to stand up on its own and leave him with no weapon in hand "i searched the city to try and find the forge but it seams some in the city want it to remain hidden."

he watched the xenos for a moment before he then spoke again "my name is silva Drakoth of the blood watchmen and death watch" as he said this he then looked straight at her "which craftworld do you belong to"

"We have come to the same conclusion, Silva Drakoth of the Blood Watchmen and Deathwatch." She repeated his full title and name out of respect. "I am of Mymeara, so are all who fight here in attempt to prevent anything worse to happen." She sighed softly, relaxing as she mirrored his gesture and planting her spear into the sand.

"We know for a fact how much power the artifact requires, which is also why it is not constantly powered, as the fluctuations would be far too obvious for you to find. But they, whomever they may be, appear to not realize that the most of the power they feed into the Forge even takes the shape of warp energy. Have you seen all the mutants wandering here? Those are not just false operations. We have made a count, and approximately one million of those Servitors live here, and our Healers who have attempted to aid some wild beasts also came to the conclusion that they carry poisons and ailments created by the warp." Norelia showed her deep concerns and worries in honesty as it was written across her face in her mere expression. As Silva's mentor had taught, Eldar were a hundred times more emotional than any human being.

"That is why we started to stage multiple attacks at once, always aiming at the only places that could produce such power amounts to even just turn the forge on. Whatever is even used as Power Source, I fear... It is not of human origin either. A myth tells that when Vaul made the forge, it was in fact a thought gift to Khaela Mensha Khaine, the god of war, in order to appease the angry god when he failed to make him a helmet that was indestructible. After five-hundred-fifty-five blows of his mighty weapon, the helmet shattered and he throw the fragments before Vaul's feet, ready to add his skull to them. So Vaul forged a forge for the Wargod, that could be powered even through blood, so that Khaine may create more weapons for him and his followers. However the Wargod found it an insult, wrapped the forge up and sent it away. Nobody knows what happened with the Forge ever since, until today. We have learned that a handful of Eldar Artisans on a quest found the Forge and wanted to bring it to Yme-Loc, the crafter's home. But they failed and crashed here, it was so devastating that this wasteland we now stand upon is the result of their crash, the canyons being cracks from the mighty earthquake that rippled the ground. The Imperium colonized this world at some point, and just recently re-discovered the artifact, as you can see. And now that you know the history, I hope you understand that even if we fail today, that more Eldar will come tomorrow until the Forge has been secured. And we don't have much time, as Irillyth, the Shade of Twilight, plans an end-game scenario for in less than a month. Only with your help we all can live on without losing more kin than already unnecessary sacrificed."

"i could contact the inquisitor, my boss and see if she can send some of my brothers to find the location of where the most power is generated" as he spoke he smiled "i have to admit i was woried that your ice warlock would attack me as i stepped out of the portal" as he spoke he lifted up his melta bomb "if i had been attacked i would have used this, i am glad i did not need to, i prefer to be diplomatic if i can"

as he spoke he looked at the farseer "there are many xenos who ive killed that never decided to talk, i am only saddend it has forced us to shead so much blood before we could talk, though your warlock didnt give me chance to talk when i met him"

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Claudius looked over to the soldier with a great deal of disinterest. "Claudius and why are you here, whoever you are?"

"Vahn last of the 274th Penal Legion. Silva approved of me being here and told me to follow any other Lord Astartes..." He thought to himself not remember who he was told to listen to orders from. "Yeah I remember I am suppose to listen you if you would like me to move elsewhere I shall."

"I care little for where you sit. As long as you do not get in our way or hold us back, then do what every you wish. Should you interfere with our duties though, I will bring you before the Inquisitor to explain what happened," he said in a very cold tone.

Vahn realizing not all Astartes are nice and humble he stiffened and looked around for somewhere, where he would be easy to get out but not in peed the astartes. He moved without a word he wouldn't want someone smashing his skull in with out hesitation but he knew every single one of them would hoping someone would have a nice 'playful' quality to them.

"The one you fought is a bit more aggressive, younger and more naive than I, much like your Templar. As for the power generation, I am not sure if you will succeed any better than we have, it appears to be well shielded and the activity around the world is not helping, which is why we started to destroy one Manufactorum after another, so we can narrow down the spikes. However as it stands, you seem to be a valuable ally in this tragedy. Thus I must ask you to indeed return to your kin and push to find the forge. Once you have discovered it, please contact me, reach out with your mind and I shall answer. We have only little less than what you Mon'keigh would call a month worth of time."

She approached him and stroke his cheek, much like she did to Athenallas while staring into his eyes. "I can see the sadness in your eyes, the void that the horrid death of your past leaves, the scars you bear on your very soul... Almost as if an Eldar soul found it's way into this body." Norelia smiled, a bit wider than before. "May your path before you be less of pain and more of gain, yet. We both know that our paths pre-determined us to be parts of eternal war."

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Zuriel laughed lightly as he listened to the Ultramarine shrug off the human that accompanied him, "Come now dear brother, is that any way to treat a fellow servant of the Emperor?" He teased, always enjoying prodding him. He then took a seat across from the Penal Legionnaire. He took off his helmet, looking carefully over the man, curious as to why he was here.

"Greetings child, I am Zuriel. Forgive Claudius, he doesn't care to talk unless it's about his precious book." He prodded again, grinning at Claudius. His gaze then turned to the dog tags Vahn had on his gun, and his smile faded. "I am sorry for your losses child." The words carried their own sorrow, he knew the pain of loss.

The Thunderhawk once loaded with all who was following the Death Watch psychic follow a straight line path towards his beacon. Alderson had his helmet off for now, enjoying flight and oneness with the Thunderhawk's machine Spirit. So far he wasn't saying much as the conversations in the passenger hold had nothing to do with him. His finger and Servo Arm danced over the controls like a master musician with his instrument. He felt an ease that he felt no where else even among his brothers.