Zerelith waited for a moment and though for a momment.. They might as well go togther she readied herself and went in after them.
OOC: Yea.... Probably keeping my act together just to keep this running. Is unfair too Shady to drop this ; also sorry for only having it announced in other RPs and PMs.
The beauty of dusk consumed the clear, open skies with the crimson glory of a new day. The moist air illuminated the ground in a minor, crystal clear fog that coated the grass with a gentle watery atmosphere. The river he walked besides flowed across the rocky terrain with salmon fish that resonated with a brilliant silver brightness, their scaly hides reflecting the rising sun like the water that they swam in. They breezed through the stream without effort, full of life and vigor. The trees nearby were scattered and spaced, but exotic birds nested in them with their calls mildly echoing into the sky. The wind blew a nice, cool air as it flowed against his robes. It was so peaceful, so beautiful, so soothing. Yet even as Airthas walked elegantly yet steadily with his walking can in the sandy surface near the river with his robes coating his feet as if he floated in thin air, he found not the rest he so longingly sought out. He had to watch his old master, old fiend, become one with the Craftworld. It was the same as dying in his eyes, no matter how many times they tell him otherwise. Their words would not bring him peace of heart. So he left, escaping to his true home as to get away from it all. From the dying, from the war, from all of it. Where everything was simpler... yet fate had other plans. Like it always seemed to do. Tormentor, cruel and unrelenting. How he has tried and sought desperately to go against fate rather then accepting it as a sick reality. Accepting it only brought ruin and death, and he was tired of it. But fate seemed to be on his side for once, as a vision graced his dreams the night prior. The Strikeforce was here, on his homeworld. Looking for something... but he wasn't sure what. All he knew was that he would meet someone near the riverbed. It was here that he would meet one of the team, or at least that was how the vision went. So for now, he played the waiting game. But that was fine by him. He was home, and he had all the patience in the world.
Jyraielle waited patiently. She could feel the cool water up to the knees of her warsuit, the dark marbelled green making her blend in (she hoped) with some of the pondweed so far as the fish were concerned. She rather hoped that the creature was a little smarter, or more curious, and that it would come close enough for her to distract it with her catch. The Scorpion looked down at the fish in her hands, taking in every detal: the silver scales, touched by a fading rainbow as the sunlight caught them, the black, beady eyes, the tiny scarlet pinpricks where she'd removed the mandiblaster needles. Such a delicate way to die, stitched by crimson thread. Sentimentally, she hoped it had felt no pain. Only the War-Self exhulted in violence.
It was not long before an emerald figure came into view, the sunlight glimmering mildly on the armor ahead as he steadily made his way closer to the mysterious individual kneeling next to the riverbed. Airthas realized it was the Scorpion he had meet in the training room as he silently approached the unsuspecting Eldar before positioning himself next to her just enough to prevent his reflection in the river's celestial waters. While he had no doubt that she would have detected him in almost any other situation, this however was his home. He knew just how to step in just the right way, having walked these lands many times over the course of his life. Quietly standing just out of view, he patiently watched as the Scorpion skillfully made her kill on one of the fish in the river. The creature withered in pain for the briefest of moments as the life drained from its eyes. Blood began to taint the water while the creature's corpse floated lifelessly to the river's surface. While it was an impressive kill, he wondered why it was needed at all. Deciding it best to get her attention, he lifted his walking cane and carefully returned into the sand bellow them. He made sure that it brushed the sand gently enough to be easily noticed by the hearing the Eldar were known for yet not in a way as to startle her. "A clean kill, Scorpion. Though I hope that the creature's death was meant for more then just sport out of the boredom residing in your heart." He spoke in a calm vocal tone as the Scorpion observed her kill.
Jyraielle's keen hunter's senses were allayed by the naturalness of the tiny sounds the Seer made, sounds much more natural than a moving patch of silence would have been. Under his skillful audiocamouflage, the Warlock was able to approach her more closely than an enemy. His staff stirred a gentle pattern in the sand, half of the rune of welcome. The patter of the falling grains gently alerted her that someone was here, and wished an audience rather than a blade. Jyraielle knew that voice. She had spoken with the warlock before, though not at length. It seemed that Fate had taken a hand in remedying that particular situation. "Sport and boredom?" She shook her head. "No indeed, Aithrashka." The Scorpion smiled; after all the older Eldar had not had much time to form an impression of the woman from Saim-hann. "This little gift of Father Kurnous is not for myself, but one who dwells in the lake." She turned to face the Warlock. Aithras was looking better rested than when they had last spoken, and his eyes were clear, though they still wore a hint of that heaviness that comes to those who read the strands of Fate. "You look well, Seer. The air here must agree with you." Jyraielle paused. One did nof often ask the Seers why they came to be in a particular time and place; they knew, and that was enough. Still, she could not help but wonder what manner of sign had brought him here. And in any case, meek was for other Craftworlds. "What brings you to this place, so aptly timed?"
"Fate has graced me with a vision during my deep slumber over the course of the night, enlightening me of the strike force's presence on the planet. An oddity, considering this is my homeworld and that I happened to be visiting just as you have manifested yourselves onto the planet's surface. The larger question, I would think, is what task is set before us that is of the such import that our destinies have required this reunion to take place." He remained as still as death as the soft winds elegantly flowed against his robes, his posture indicating a kind of tranquility with the environment.
Zerelith followed the others as they went down the corrider hands near her weapon incase of a ambush.
-Catacombs- The hall was dark and damp. Little out of the ordinary could be seen amongst the untold amount of graves. But the hallway continued on, from which, a subtle glow was being emitted further down. -Su'iris- The bird peaked out a bit more over the next and ruffled its feathers as she approached. It extended its wings as well, likely trying to make itself look bigger, more threatening. -Lake- The creature appeared once again in the water. It was moving rather quickly and Jyraielle was able to make out a decently sized fish that it was chasing.
-Catacombs- Teras peered forward at the glow and immediately stepped forward with some greater speed, his Targeter locked onto it trying to identify the source while alert like he for anything down there that may be alive. "Got a sight on something sisters, can you see it?"
