"Make yourself ready. It will not be long before the next mission is to begin." Caerys replied. Noticing his gaze Uiriel stepped behind Zu'ark, concealing herself from En'rad's view.
En'rad then turned his head and got a weird feeling " what in Isha was that for " said En'rad in his thoughts then he looks at Caerys " i'll be at the my quarters Farseer '
Uiriel is quite opposed to any kind of physical conflict you'll find... It unnerves her. He heard the Farseer's reply within his mind as she had been listening to his thoughts the entire time, undetected by the Warlock.
En'rad then lies down on his bed and thoughts of today's event then suddenly his head hurt's like his mind is being invade with him knowing but he quickly dismiss this feeling when he looks at the Stars , " I strive hard to protect them , Taldeer " he says in his mind " i will keep my promise "
-I am ready- After training and meditation Groliath appeared in the room where more of his kin arrived before to get a hold of their presence he knew they were good people but he didn't like the way of the exiled none the less he didnt care for it was insignificant.
High up in the air ducks, Razauil watched the newcomers arrive on ship. A Warlock, a Pathfinder and a Dire Avenger. They looked capable enough but still too cheerful for his taste. He even sighed when the Shadow Spectre threw curses and punched Warlock in the face, just to make up couple of moments later. To him, threats and prideful behavior meant nothing more than wasting of precious time. He was never a fan of dick measuring, and in his opinion, don't act all righteous if you are not prepared to go all the way. Once the Eldar below started to disperse, Reaper skulked back into the darkness. Until now, he scouted and mapped all parts of the ship that weren't highly secured. Sometimes he even tracked Wayseer or one of his team members, trying to get close as possible until they spotted him and gave him a quizzical look. As always he replied "Hunting Practice," and moved away. Razauil loved this game of hunting, it was something he enjoyed the most, besides bringing death. As he moved further into the shadows he smiled. His game will be way more interesting with a Pathfinder on board. Their tracking skills were legendary and Reaper was happy because he was given a chance to test his mettle with a worthy prey. So he spent most of his time skulking around, waiting for the Farseer's inevitable mind drilling and the start of their next mission.
Elysavar sat in the middle of the room, his aspect armor stripped at some point of the long meditation, giving view to hundreds of scars that ran all over his body. Some of them had come from battles long forgotten, while the majority of them had come from meditative sessions like these. When Khaine's wrath was not fully sated he would attempt to destroy anything - friend of foe. To ensure that none of his allies would be hurt in Khaine's outbreaks, Elysavar locked himself up and tried to calm himself down - This rarely went well with Khaine, and he would slash at Elysavar's body as a revenge for not shedding blood. He looked at his arms, seeing several new wounds - some still bleeding - he twisted his arm and touched his back. Wounds there too, he noted. Deeper than usual. Elysavar looked in front of himself. There, sneering at him with its red lenses was his own Aspect Helmet. It even bestowed the symbol of Khaine on its forehead, drawn ritualistically with blood. Trust not the cattle you walk with, Dragon, they're not worthy, it seemed to say. "Silence, Bloody-One!" The Dragon snapped, his heart's coldness seeping from his voice, "They have proven themselves in the heat of battle and survived. Nothing else is required from them and I accept them as trustworthy" Are you certain about that, little Dragon? It asked, What would they do if they found out about your scars, what would they see, I wonder - a masochistic Eldar who is in coven with She Who Thirsts? A mad one? No, they would see you a threat. They would vacuum your body and scatter your soul stone. He hated to admit it, but it was right. It started to laugh at him. It laughed as he gathered the Armor. It laughed as he dressed. It stopped only when he scraped the mark of Khaine off, locked the helmet to his waist and exited the chamber. The exarch back home would help him if it returned, he thought, he had always helped him. OOC: Have you ever been assaulted by a squirrel? I was just hit-and-run targeted by one.
Zu'ark bowed to Caerys and Uiriel as he spoke. "I have something to take care off if you excuse." (OOC: happened sometimes short after the apology to the Warlock dude) The Shadow Spectre assumed and was well rewarded. The Dark Reaper moved through the ship as in honing his skills, though for the hunter did not know he was the prey for another game. By being one with the shadow mixed with the swiftness of Mymeara, Zu'ark followed the Dark Reaper silently, till one moment when he pulled his Fire Prism Rifle out and shot him right infront of the feet. "Gotcha." He announced proud and jumped down to reveal himself. OOC: In case you try to defend yourself that you felt the presence, etc. Colapse... Check my traits again + the info on Mymeara
