@matt23 @TuskatheDaemonKilla

Wazzog's eye narrowed as he heard the other Ork threatening him, after taking insult at the usual name the Weirdboys were called across the galaxy. Being from the Goffs clan, throwing threats around was not something he would tolerate, especially in front of the Crimson Fist.

"Wuz dat? Wazzog kalled ya Eadbanga coz every runt of yourz kind iz an Eadbanga, dats wat Gork said, dats what Wazzog said. Dis ere iz Umie ship, so Wazzog wont bash ya big ead with his choppa unlez you say sorry," he said and turned his full attention on the Weirdboy now, hefting his big choppa.

OOC there you go mate, not backing down now after the insult.

"You should know by now , Dazastra, that knowledge is power." , Galedan said in reply to the Wytches question. "And power", he continued with a suddenly stern voice ,"always comes with a price." He suddenly started staring at her and spoke:"Let me make a proposition: I will tell you my name and you will stop calling me a son of the bastard lion; let me assure you, if you refuse this offer, they won't even find what's left of you." Anticipating further escalation, Galedan ostentatiously grabbed the hilt of his sword. "So tell me xenos, do we have an agreement?", he sneered with an aura of finality in his voice.

@matt23
Allerius wanted to simply get up and leave when he heard that these men were just as new to the ship as them. But he had to remain somewhat cordial. For now. "I left my war and to go hunting for a worthy cause. I had stopped at the Rift to resupply when Tyranus came. I just hope he isn't wasting our time."

That was most of the truth anyways. "You lot have been here longer than us, even if for a little while. Have you any information on Tyranus or his goals?"

@Colapse @matt23
If Kargback could grim he would as the other ork geared up for a fight. "Well come on dem ya git Iz came ere ta fight so let's fight!" He brought up his left hand and cleated it into a fist one finger at a time first his pointer which was painted red then the middle which was white and the last which was blue. As each finger closed it released a short gust of air showing that it was locking into position. "Let's go!" He yelled through his respirator as he went to smash the ground to his left. The combat stim injectors were starting to activate making him overly aggressive even for an ork.

Hegon had never been good at waiting... especially for lords to make decisions. He gave a dissatisfied grunt at Lucian's words; and he turned and strode up the ramp heading into the bowels of the ship without further comment.

He roamed the ship, looking for a room as the tamed wolf had suggested he do while he wait for lords and their endless debates. The whispers and the shadows drew him towards the area known as 'the Barracks', knowing that someone like Hegon would hate the other areas and he was drawn towards a series of rooms, each much like that last: simple, plain and without conflict. Hegon's home was in struggle and war, whether it was amongst the thunderous sounds of a planetary invasion or the intimacy of a brawl in a darkened ships corridor. No room could contain him and he wouldn't want a new prison such as these to hold him.

After seeing and dismissing the fifth room, Hegon stopped paying attention to the subtle directions of the shadows and he simply started to wander the ship with little purpose. As he walked the ship he became restless. The endless gunmetal grey corridors and the ever-present smells of machine lubricant and incense made him wonder what new prison he found himself in.

All ships that travel through the void are large city-sized monstrosities and each has many miles of hidden and forgotten areas. Areas between the colossal guns and the cavernous landing bays, the access corridors, the street sized pipes, the chaotic forests of spars and bracings where ship repairs have been done to previous void battles damage, warrens of hidden places and barely accessed corridors that are of little interest to those that work the ship. It was to these places that Hegon wandered, not out of any desire to get lost amongst the endless hidden places he just desired to wander, to explore, to challenge himself, and to do.

The irregular rhythmic beat of his boots on the metal deck plating pounded in his ears as he walked the darkened corridors and his blood sung with the possibilities of new challenges this ship offered. But soon his soul chafed at the simplicity of walking. He desired conflict. He desired blood. Not the regulated blood of a training bout or the stymied spilling of blood that the apothecarion had, but the blood of a real life-or-death fight. Without consciously thinking he thumbed the activation rune of his chainaxe, it roared into life and its growl echoed through the dark and dirty corridors as he began to prowl the spaces-in-between.

The blood-stained World Eater was a terrifying sight in the half-light of the maintenance tunnels, his fearsome helm and his battered and scavenged armour were splattered with blood and gore, each crimson drop was a promise to any who crossed his path of more to be spilt. Anyone who stumbled across him would only hear the sinister rhythm of his heavy boots and the menacing growl of his chainaxe.

His thoughts turned solely towards preying on the weak and spilling their blood. The whispering shadows guided him onwards towards whatever he would find...

"Then if it is needed it shall be done." Taking out his combat knife he cut his hand and offered a droplets of blood to the book. Parts of crystal and blood came out from his wound to reach the book. Rouland then boarded with many of the other crew.

The Abyss

Making a decision on where he made his quarters carefully Rouland chose the deck called The Hole to find a living quarters for himself finding the quite and the peace to be a better choice over being near the forge. finding a empty room for himself he began placing his things and getting ready to make a trip to the forge to examine it and to see possibly who he would be working with.

@Casavay
The large figure motioned for her to lower her arms as he spoke, "I can see from here what you are, Zamaryel. You are indeed a work of art." He then turned from her, placed his helm upon his head, and grabbed the glowing sword that whispered and seemed to stand on its own. He walked back towards Zamaryel and with a very strange tone spoke, "I am sure you have many questions of me, but you are not alone in that aspect. For I believe it is time to summon those who have placed their names in the Black Book." Suddenly a circular altar of sorts became slightly lit in the center of the room. The large figure walked over towards it, face the blade of the sword down, and pushed it into a sort of fittings in the altar, which it sank into. The sword paused a moment in its movement before the large figure pushed it down completely locking it into place and sending a blast of cold air shooting out in all directions from it, filling the room with whispers that seemed to echo all around.

@Colapse @TuskatheDaemonKilla
The Crimson Fist laughed slightly, "Two Orks at each others throat? This should be a good battle! However, I should warn you that there are rules on this ship, rules that even Orks will have to foll.." The Crimson Fist was cut off by a sudden rush of cold air that pushed across the room. It seemed that everyone else within the room had stopped what they were doing as well. Both Orks would feel the cold breeze, but would not feel the same snap the Astarte would. "You both have been summoned to the Throne Room. The shadows shall guide you there. I would put your fighting aside for now and hurry. The shadows will guide you," the Astarte said as he pointed to the door. Once the Orks walked out of the Cages they would notice that it seemed as though all other paths and doors had become dark, with only one choice remaining dimly lit. It was clear the way to go and after following it for a while they would arrive at two large doors.

@Maleth
The Eldar nodded as he listened to Therax's brief story. He then sighed, "The best way to explain how I go here is to merely say I was lost in the dark, and Lord Tyranus found me. He did not kill me on sight, an Eldar, but instead excepted me here with open arms. That was when I knew that thi..." The Eldar was cut off by a blast of cold air that seemed to make him freeze a moment and act as if he were listening to something. He looked to Therax with a smile, "The time has come for you to meet him. Go to the Throne Room and you shall have your answers." Once Therax walked out of the Cages she would notice that it seemed as though all other paths and doors had become dark, with only one choice remaining dimly lit. It was clear the way to go and after following it for a while she would arrive at two large doors.

@KorCharon
The Wych nodded with a smile, "Sounds like a deal that is easy enough." She then stood to her feet and took a small bow as she spoke, "You have my word then. Should you tell me your name, I will stop referring to you in the manor you have done so far." Just as she looked to him and awaited his answer, a chilling wind blew past them both. The Wych looked off in a random direction a moment before turning back to Galedan, "The time has come for all your questions and suspicions to be put to rest. The Lord calls to you now. Follow the ship to the Throne Room." Once Galedan walked out of the Cages he would notice that it seemed as though all other paths and doors had become dark, with only one choice remaining dimly lit. It was clear the way to go and after following it for a while he would arrive at two large doors.

@High_Adept_Zeth @Azathoth
As both Izakdor and Azulon sought out answers within the Librarium something strange happened. All talking within the room stopped and after a few moments a blast of cold air moved across the room causing many to turn and look at both Izakdor and Azulon. The older looking man spoke to the cultist, "Go now to the Throne Room. The Lord of this ship has called you and you should answer with haste." Azulon, however; did not need another to tell him as the whispers that seemed interested in what he wished to seek, now had turned into annoying voices telling him to go to the Throne Room, 'Go!....Lord Tyranus has called.....Go now and you shall find what you seek!' Once they both left the Librarium they would notice that it seemed as though all other paths and doors had become dark, with only one choice remaining dimly lit. It was clear the way to go and after following it for a while they would arrive at two large doors.

@Grall_Stonefist
A glass of a very dark beverage was placed in front of Morek by the servitor bar tender. From the smell of it, it was easy to tell that this was not some trash or sewer water, but indeed very fine liquor. Just as he was about to take his first sip, a blast of cold air moved past him. A random Eldar patron walked up to Morek swiftly and spoke to him in a stern voice, "You have been called by the Lord of this ship. You will find him in the Throne Room." It had seemed that everyone within the bar had stopped and looked at him, which was a clear sigh to leave. Once Morek left the bar he would notice that it seemed as though all other paths and doors had become dark, with only one choice remaining dimly lit. It was clear the way to go and after following it for a while he would arrive at two large doors.

@GoreWrencha
Though Hurmos had only just decided it was not the time to get comfortable, he would soon understand just how right he was. While walking about his room he would feel the blast of cold air move past him. He would then hear whispers in his ear that would seem to lead him out of his room and back into the halls of the ship. Once in the halls he would notice that it seemed as though all other paths and doors had become dark, with only one choice remaining dimly lit. It was clear the way to go and after following it for a while he would arrive at two large doors.

@Keidivh @XV-878
The Black Dragon nodded to Allerius' question, "Of course I have information on him. Though I suppose it is not so easy to just tell you what I know. For Lord Tyranus speaks to each of us differently and..." The Black Dragon and the others in the room felt a blast of cold air rush past them with enough force to blow some blanks off the beds. The Black Dragon stood from his bed and looked at the human before looking back to Allerius and Korchel, "The time has come for your questions to be answered. You must meet the Lord of this ship. The ship will guide you to where you need to go." Once Allerius and Korchel they would notice that it seemed as though all other paths and doors had become dark, with only one choice remaining dimly lit. It was clear the way to go and after following it for a while they would arrive at two large doors.

@Nurianis
Hegon had just begun entering the deepest parts of the ship when the whispers fell silent. If he looked around he would notice that the shadows began to close off other passages, leaving only one way lit. It was clear that the ship had changed its mind as to where he was needed, and the way had now become very clear. After following the only lit path for about half an hour, Hegon would arrive at two large doors.

@Vulpas
It would not take long for Rouland to find he way to the Forge doors as the whispers and shadows seemed to pull him there. However, just a he was about to open the doors to the Forge, the whispers fell silent and the darkness seemed to close in around him. It engulfed all areas but one. The path the ship wanted him to take was very clear. After following the only lit path the ship showed him, he would come to two large doors.

@Vulpas @Nurianis @GoreWrencha @Keidivh @XV-878 @Grall_Stonefist @High_Adept_Zeth @Azathoth @KorCharon @Maleth @Colapse @TuskatheDaemonKilla @Casavay
-The Throne Room-

Once each of the others entered the room, they would see a very large and dark room that was only dimly lit by a few candles throughout. Imperius was about 10 meters in the room and on his knees bowing his head, while to his left was a Wrack that seemed to be watching something. In the center of the room they would see the large figure in a very strange armor that seemed to constantly change between dark colors which made it somewhat hard to focus on, though at the same time was a thing of beauty. The cloak that hung behind him and down to his feet was very similar to the armor, but seemed to be even dark. The figure was standing on some sort of circular altar in which he had placed a sword into a special fitting. Upon laying eyes on the sword each member would hear strange and loud whispers in their heads about their past. The large figure, who was clear an Astarte of sorts, quickly stepped between those entering and the sword. He place a black cloak over it just as a group of candles seemed to light themselves at a large table off to the side of the room. The large figure then motioned for everyone to join him at the table without saying a word. Imperius was the first to move to the table and quickly to a spot next to the larger figure at the round table. Once everyone came to the table, the figure then addressed them, "Welcome wanderers, lost, damned, seekers, fallen, and followers. I am Lord Tyranus, once a captain of Alpharius and now a leader of the lost. I have heard you all have questions of me so allow me to explain what is going on here."

Tyranus took a very deep breath as he began to speak, "Some time ago, when I was still a part of the Alpha Legion, I had been tasked with the duty of taking a Shrine World by the name of Placidus just south of Cirillo Prime. Myself and five other Alpha Legion Head Hunters arrived to eliminate the infrastructure of the world's defenses. Sounds easy enough and so I was not prepared for what was about to happen. Upon stepping foot on the planet, I could feel that something strange was happening though at the time I could not put my finger on it. So I ordered everyone to split up and figure out what was going on. Unfortunately within minutes I lost contact with all the other five member of my team. Regardless of that I continued to push into the city, however; their was not a single sign life, anywhere. So, without any defenses or anyone to stop me, I immediately made my way to the great cathedral in the middle of the city. Upon entering the large cathedral, I saw it standing on the alter waiting for me. Everything I had ever done until that moment was for this. I could hear the whispers, they spoke to me and told me of a different world. The whispers came from a sword, the same sword you all just saw me cover. Without hesitation, I took the sword and left the city. Once outside the city I attempted to make contact with my ship, but there was no answer. For several weeks I tried to reach any vessel within vox range, but with no such luck. Everything changed when the whispers began again. They asked me, 'What is it I needed?'. Again, without hesitation, I asked for a ship to take me where I needed to go, but what came was beyond what I expected. A pure black Gloriana Class Battleship appeared within hours in orbit of Placidus. A small and unmanned drop ship picked me up and took me to an empty ship, this ship. Though it was vacant of life, it was far from empty. As some of you have seen and heard, it seems that this ship is very much alive. I now had a ship, but no crew and will still stuck. Again I asked and the sword answered. Over the next month thousands, upon thousands of Eldar, humans, Astartes, and other varies species began to appear saying that I had appeared to them in various manors and saved them. All that is, but Imperius here who I have known for some time. Seeing all these races and aliens coming together for one cause was a sight I had never seen and something that the racist and purist Imperium would never allow. Nor would any other race or alien. All of them are blind to the true potential. This Ship and Sword were gifts from the gods meant to be the start of the new times. A place where all can come together without fear is what is needed. If the knowledge of every race can be brought together as one, think then what could be accomplished. However, my goal is not to wipe out the Imperium, the Eldar, the Tau, or even the Chaos Legions, for you see that is not what is wanted by the Gods. The gods need Chaos and a unification would collapse in on itself as quickly as it was formed. No, instead I wish to start an Empire of my own, one where each of you would have a place on a Throne, at the head of an army, overseeing research, causing pain, or whatever it is you wish. That is why I am here and why I have called out to you. What questions would each of you have of me?"

Izakdor knelt before the Astartes, averting his eyes out of respect for his new master.

"I have one question, my liege." He said. "I came to Inferno Reach seeking a prophecy. From what I've heard, their is a hidden significance to Inferno Reach which, if unlocked, will tighten the grip of the Dark Powers on the Galaxy. I will serve you if I am allowed to follow this path of knowledge. What do you know of this warp rift?"

<at the bar>
finally something to drink, and then som knife eared basted comes and says he needs go.
on the outside, Morek just sighed audibly before taking a good chug of the black alchohold, before getting up and just dropping the glass to shatter on the ground before leaving for the throne room.

<throne room>
As the arstartes to be their leader started talking, a tale ending in an unlikely unison and dreams of his own empire, Morek just listened and said nothing , to think even a great arstartes could be so naive, but hey, the place wasent too bad to live in.
So while their Lord tyranus talked, Morek lighted another bac-stick.

<Throne Room>

Knowledge is power.
Azulon learned much from the master of this ship...or one who thinks himself master.This...Lord...Tyranus...was an obvious thrall to the Powers in the Warp that it was painful to look at.Obvious signs of doctrinal manipulation.He was not even a psyker...not born with the gift at least.A dull mind was easy to control and a self-conceived delusion of destiny was easy to sell.
He is a puppet, manipulated.Ironic...considering his primogenitors.

The wretch he followed through the corridors of this starship wasted no time and already debased himself before Tyranus.Azulon was not amused.

"You are no sorcerer, Tyranus." noted Azulon, standing among the diverse group of individuals, of which some he saw aboard the Loading Deck...and some did attract his curiosity.
@matt23