The millenia do nothing to lessen the hideous visage of the Ork, it seems. Return to the mud-pit you and your kind have dug, and bother us no more.
Most of my time has been spent - and is spent - in the Chamber of the Seers. Guiding an entire Craftworld leaves little time for personal indulgences, meaning that when I do eat, I eat little. Clear water and bread. A full stomach is nothing but a distraction, a small pleasure that is soon gone. And such small pleasures are, I find, the most dangerous ones as they are the opening steps in a path to damnation. . . . forgive a Seer for his doomsaying, it's in my blood I fear. But perhaps I shall indulge myself during this Crusade with a few cups of fine wine. It has been far too long since I drank one of the products of the Craftworld's vineyards.
as an exarch i have had a similar isolation. perhaps we may meet in the transport ships, to disscuss the coming battle. i feel a seer could make great use of our aspects philosophies.
Ah, an Exarch of the Dark Reaper Shrine! Yours is not a familiar sigh upon my Craftworld - and when I do meet your kind, they are usually grim, not given to conversation. But I can respect that. You do Maugan Ra proud, Exarch.
thank you seer. we talk little to maintain our aura of darkness, and for your benifit. i find troops fight to their full potential when they feel death himself is on their side.
For the love of Isha, Farseer, so that was you! We are honored indeed by your presence amongst us in these dark times. Your spirit must be incredibly strong to not let your body crystallize in such a long time of your practices. I hope that some day I revive my talents from the days when I tread the Path of the artist and give your revered look another (and hopefully worthy) portraiture.
Oh, I feel the pull of the Wraithbone choir each day, but I cannot join my ancestors yet. As long as I may serve the Craftworlds, I cannot rest peacefully and shed this flesh for a more beautiful form. And I would be honoured to have my memory preserved not only in crystalline perfection, but also upon a canvas. Luckily for you, I spend most of my time perfectly still in my chambers - I'd imagine that would make it easier to create an image of myself. I'm afraid I cannot practice the skills I learned from other Paths any longer - a sad fate, perhaps, but a necessary sacrifice. Besides, I fear that what I learned upon travelling the Path of the Baker is little use during times of War.
i don't know i use the the knowledge i got from that path to keep my rations from going stale, locate and spoil enemy food supplies while advising in the use of ours. and make my special 'death cookies' on the eve of battle to help my shrine don their war masks.
