Bargov grunted, bringing both knives in a horizontal swing from both sides to get his hits at the Iron Snakes center of mass. "What, that Apothecary with the bone-white chapter pauldron was the Forgemaster's old squad leader?"

Astartes combat knife (3) [1] against Erxandros
Astartes combat knife (3) [1] against erxandros

~~ Psychic Consultation ~~
@lord-watchman

Once Silva locked his librarium and prepared for the long-range telepathy, channeled through an Astropath as his beacon, a mere node to let the connection happen to bend space and time itself. The magnitude of the powers required were immense, but with Silva's experience and intense training as well as some Eldar tricks, it was more than possible. The room was inscribed across the walls with protective runes that would keep unwanted guests out.

Once the connection was established from both sides, the mental images of Silva and Norelia met within a private pocket within the warp. It looked more than unreal as it was a picture forged by their minds coming together. The half from Silva letting it appear more apocalyptic, dark, grim. While the half projected by Norelia's mind was more serene, rich with beautiful Eldar trees and flowers and relaxing waterfalls in the background. And there they stood as they often did in their world that shaped as their minds desired.

"I can sense urgency from you, Silva of Humankind." She smiled soft, letting her hand land softly on his shoulder pauldron that bore the icon of the Blood Watchmen. "It upsets me that it seems we never can meet in a time of peace, to simply talk about art, our cultures and what they have in common, or simply about ones day. Wherever we go, it appears war follows our trails and we must never give up to find solutions that bring our species together and run the archnemesis thinner, for they have harmed our both species too much. Yet... I suppose without them, I may not have met you at all. And without the shadow it throws, how would we see the light?" Her hand went up to his cheek, it was a cold touch, since she always enjoyed the sensations of snow - thus the cold. "Now... How may I help you, Epistolary Silva Drakoth of the Watchmen covered in Blood?" Norelia's voice became more serious, but both knew it was a reminder to stay focused and not fall victim to their desired emotions to share, not while their minds were this far out in the warp.

Erxandros grunted with the effort of blocking the twin knives. He blocked then jumped back to create some space using his reach advantage. "Aye, and our own squad leader was one of them. That hammer of his happened taking on Greenskins under the Apothecary's command. " Erxandros counter attacks with another Axe attack and a Servo arm one.

"I am sory to have to ask you like this, but do you know of any eldar especialy your comeright kin in the jota sector"

Claudius nodded at the Iron Snake's question, "Cheif Apothecary Tellon was indeed the squad leader of myself, the Forgemaster, the Master of defense, the Chief Librarian, and Zuriel over there. This hammer, as he mentioned, was taken from a greenskin trying to imitate a primarch. Though now it has been tailored to myself and is called Calth's Vengeance," he said as he took it from behind his head and laid it across his hands. There was bitterness in his voice at the mention of most of the names except for Zuriel's.

OOC: I setup the scene and everything like that and all I get is this? Ah man you gotta work on your aesthetics skills

"Jota mhhhh...." She accessed the current memory held within Silva's mind to get a star-image of where it is located, not being familiar with the gothic names, but being familiar with star maps from back then as a member on the path of the Mariner. "It has become a popular raiding sector for our dark kin as well as corsairs. It appears to be a well supplied and far under protected zone of humankind. Mechanicus in particular. Other than that I do not know what is happening there. You might encounter small fleets of diversing Kabals and Corsair Fleets. But should you approach in greater force, expect them to band against you. Whatever you mission will be. I suggest diplomatic attempts. The Comorrites may want more... Obscure things. Slaves, Weapons, Passage rights even. The Corsairs might be easier to handle, depending of what their reason of presence is. Most likely you just can offer them another area for raids and they gladly will leave you in peace, just make sure it suits their needs and that you do not send them in an almost-certain death. They may survive and come after you for revenge. I fear that is all the advice I can offer. Craftworlders generally avoided the area, for there was nothing to be gained. It is too far in Human territory and too close to the Ork Empire borders, only pointless battles would be fought." Her face and gestures definitely expressed concern.

Jacen - Training Complex - Battle Cages
@Keidivh | Backpedaling in the face of Zuriel's furious assault Jacen was still caught by the Sanguine Templar's glaive, recieving wounds on all his limbs. A final blow to his head knocked the Rampager to the ground and he let his power spear fall from his hands.
"I yield Brother."

Ooc sory i had 5 minitues before work so wanted to get that post done

As silva listend he smiled "well i may try and convince the dark kin that we will help them gain orks for their gladitorial arenas" as he spoke he looked straight at her "if it had been anything but the dark kin i would have come with a hapier atmosphere"

Bargov kept dodging and trying to gain the upper hand, but now it seems the both were just watching for the other to take a risk. "You sound almost embittered, Brother Claudius. Did one of them offend you in some way?"

"Time changes many things and Astartes are among them. Fifty years as a solo kill marine. Fifty years of pain and suffering alone. Those fifty years could have been much easier with a team, but some have become far to burdened by their title to medal in such affairs I suppose," Claudius said in a numb voice. Though he answered Bargov, it seemed as though he was talking to himself more so. Social skills can be lost when one fights, eats, and sleeps alone and it was clear this was what affected the Ultramarine.