@Colapse @matt23 @Casavay The words and actions of the snake-mutant that served her prior master, along those of the one who cared about the chapel washed away as the instructions of the daemon came. It was to do as he said or to die. However, that was not the motivation of hers. In fact, it was clear that he intended to use her, but she would only be of use, if she would indeed be able to stand on her own feet and not be leashed. That is why Velodonus himself had freed her as his first act. They do not want her as a powerless slave... Both, the Slaaneshi and now this daemon of Khorne sought her to become an agent of theirs, an extended limb of their powers. Solara rose slowly to her feet. "I shall do so... For I believe that you would not simply nourish me in order to slay me once I am ripe." Confidence boasted in her, she found a new purpose with her three given tasks, and she earned protection by the new lord of the Black Rain. Surely only good come from hereon. She bowed deeply to him, a bit less to Horatius and Aegis before taking her leave - seeking out the Wolf of Beo. OOC: @Grall_Stonefist & @PorOborosCain - I believe you guys are still on the bridge? ~~ Wherever Beowulf is right now ~~ Solara found the Space Wolf she was designated to find. With head and body standing tall, she opened her mouth. "I wish to hear your tales of combat, Beowulf." She was straight and direct, unlike her former master. Not possessing the experience or power, not having experienced what it meant to be truly respected. Pride was something one could only acquire when being worth something. Be it through a bloodline, earned in combat or measured by the amount of servants one had. And this human was far off any of the requirements in order to understand what it was like to have pride.
A Wych, a witch, and a witch. Old habits die hard. The Zhelezan smiled sheepishly at the thought, sincerely hoping that neither of the psykers could hear his thoughts. That possibility made him ill at ease, to have his mind so easily pried open by those around him. Still, there was the matter at hand. As well as two individuals who he couldn't trust to be untouched by the Chaos Gods to discuss these matters in front of.. "By all means, Xeno and Witch. After you." Lucien rolls his eyes before pulling out his canteen. It was as if nothing had happened since the last time he had been watching Krux's daughter, as if he was once more on guard duty. As if a world hadn't fallen into madness in front of their very eyes, or that his mind had not been touched by one of the Dark Gods. On the bright side, he still had fresh water from a stream on the surface. Something to savor.
@Kalle Horatius eyes him a moment, "So your eyes have been opened to the false God of the Imperium. Interesting..." He paused a moment as he thought to himself. "Your shall be accepted into Lord Khorgar's crew but first there has been a recent request from our daemon Lord. He has demanded that three hundred skulls be brought to him to build a throne. As a sign of your respect for your new Captain you shall assist in this task. I do not ask that you complete it in it's entirety but help. This way you shall be full except by Lord Khorgar. Understood?"
After gathering the more delicate samples from the former sorcerer's corpse, Phaust left the bridge to collect the Raptor Marine's corpse as well. The body had remained undisturbed within the Dark Chapel, making the Apothecary's job slightly easier. Conscripting three crew mutants to help move the power armored encased form, while Phaust was able to continue to haul the pieces of Urtus. From there, Phaust would return to the confides of his laboratory within the medical bay. After the mutants had finished placing the intact Astartes corpse on an operating slab, their services were no longer required. Dr, Phaust proceeded to kill the three without a word, heated plasma through the chest for all. He was sure to keep the head's safe, bringing is total to four skulls for the daemon captain's throne. 'Only 296 to go... close enough. This body won't amputate or dissect itself. I have three patients in dire need of a new arm and those geneseed's look particularly stable. I cannot wait to get started on testing.' Dr. Phaust thought with academic glee. Once the arms were severed, He'd make contact with Horatius @matt23 , Damiam @Vulpas , and Vernon @lord-watchman about seeing who would get which. 'Decisions, decisions.' All the while, Phaust waited patiently for his invited guest. @Grall_Stonefist
@matt23 "Very good! Of course I'll help. I assume the cosmos is our hunting ground, or has Lord Khorgar given specifics?" asked the ex-Flesh Tearer. He accepted the task with a wry, arrogant smirk. The recruitment had gone better than he expected. He betrayed no sign of it, but even as he spoke with Horatius he felt a cold wash through him. Adrenaline pumping through his veins, readying his muscles to move and his senses to hunt. Instictually, he started scanning the crowd. "If we were truly bold, we would lock down a portion of this station and slay anyone within," the warrior suggested, looking back at the Chaplain to gauge his reaction.
With the Guardsman offering to let her go first, Latrynix took the offer so she said to Nova "Well, the mission didn't go as planned, so we didn't get any good loot..." The Dark Eldar then whispered into the girl's ear "Something happened during the last mission, and I ended up getting an odd mark so could you tell me what it means?" She moved her hair out of the way so that Nova could actually see the mark, while not letting anyone else see it. The Wych knew that her words weren't telling any details about what actually happened, but she couldn't trust anyone with the truth, not even Nova for now... Lest someone talked, and her head ended up on a chopping block, which is a good reason why it wasn't a good idea for her to enlist any allies who knew exactly what she was doing on board the Black Rain.
Beowulf had been moving about when the small human had looked him up, "a tale of My saga? Hmmm, you are one of the slaves brought from that paradise World right? No matter, a short one, one of My favorites, one you can Understand better, for it was from when i was still mortal. A short prolouge, it was back on Fenris, i was 16 years old, and a champion of My tribe the lightning bringers, our tribe, and another equally Big tribe, had decided we rather fight it out in Dual of Champions than than a devestating war, you see the hell-summer was not far away. Our bout was a swimming contest, to swim to the nearest gletcher mauntain, and now to the good part" he said, before contenuing the tale "we had been swimming for 2 days, we where laying neck and neck, you see i had been conserving strength for the final stretch, when suddenly the ships following us bære their alarms, and not 1 but 3 sea dragons jumped out of the water before diving down again, My opponent just kept swimming as i turned to fight, for Else i knew we would both die, as the dragons attacked again i stabbed at them with My blade Istecr, a Fenrisian goes nowhere unarmed. When they attacked i stabbed the giant creatures and gave them one hell of a fight, one of them finnaly realised what a treat i was and tried to get me from right below, just before it got me, i got to the right and grapped unto its chin, as i was launched Into the air with it. I launched myself away from it as another dragon lept out of the water, in the air i passed just below the other dragon and stabbed my blade Into it, Then momentum did the rest as i gutted the creature allmost from top to butterm, before i landed in the water again, now the water red with blood, as the last of the 3 swam below me, so with a quick dive i Got down and stabbed Its eye blinding it, but Its violent thrashing allmost made me lose My blade, and as i was send through the water, the last dragon once again came up from below This time i wasent ready, so it tried to swallow me whole, it Then reared up of the water thinking itself voctorius i am sure, but im sure it felt as soon as i latched myself at the top of Its throat, and with my sword still in hand, i lurched upwards, cutting My upwards , i was allmost drowning in blood, as i finally got out, i burst out from beneath the eye, the dragon dead, i was painted red in Its blood as it dead body still reared out of the water, and in victory over the sea dragons i yelled at the top of My lungs: I AM BEOWULF. Before i spring right back Into the water to resume the race, witch needless to say, that i won. It was This deed that Got me accepted Into the aspirant halls of the Vlka Fenryka." He told his story in Its entirety, "now excuse me, i have something importent to attent to." He said as he started to Walk away, towards the apothecarium.
Mortia- @Colapse "Yes Miss Nova, I wanted to ask you if you knew anything about how psykers and chaos sorcerers can augment there powers enhancing them, or find ways to learn more about there powers and how they can prevent there powers from back firing on them. Also do you know any of the history of Dorn's Doom before it was sealed away at the shrine Vault?" Mortia asked her politely as she did Rex began sitting down outside. "Also Could I ask a bit about you? Are you also a pysker?" Mortia asked as she waited for a response.
@Grall_Stonefist Solara listened with awe. It was so exciting to hear him speak with passion! The tales pictured in her mind, the dangerous serpents, how muscular and handsome the Space Wolf must have looked when he was even younger, free from many scars, and of actual mortal size and not a monster like he was now. She even had shuddered just from the imagination of swimming in ice-water. All her excitement withdrew the moment he started to leave. "Thank you... Beowulf... I hope you do not mind if I take your tale as inspiration for some of my first paintings I wanted to create?" Solara smiled, her spirit revitalized. Yet, she was not oblivious to the reason why the daemon wanted her to hear his story. Heroes are not born as such. Lords do not deserve their position. Nobody is a man of meaning, unless it is earned. Beowulf looked death in it's eye and triumphed. He was no coward, nor did he rely on anyone. He best the sea serpents because he had to. Where and how would she find that Knives, the blood mage, and Mortia, the woman that talked with Urtus about the gods in the chapel? ... It would take a while .... ~~ Eventually - wherever Knives is ~~ @DaKaptin "Master of Blood." Solara wanted his attention, bowing with her head but keeping her eyes on him. She hoped that he would also obey the rule of the Daemon, to leave her alone. but then again he was a Khornate, she was a follower of Slaanesh. Perhaps he would overstep the boundary? "I come here on instruction of lord Ali....Lord Khorgar. He wishes you to instruct me about the warp, tell me about it's basics, how it works. Please?"
just before beowulf left to the apothecarion he turned to the woman once more, "Paint all you want girl, and perhaps next time i will tell you of how i defeated a troll just before my acention to become an arstartes." Beowulf said, he liked that finally someone other than mutants took interest in his saga, perhaps soon they would realise that a brewing legend walked amongst them.
