@Colapse - Xorgal, the Rampager @TuskatheDaemonKilla - Konstantin & Brutus, the Datasmith @Jammysod - Fortissimus, the Dark Champion @GobMaw_HellSmasha - Rotticus, Helbrute of the Death Guard @Maleth - Therena Vastra, Looter of the Mechanicum @High_Adept_Zeth - Lanius, the Silver Baron @dx144 - Solithar, the Thieving Apothecary @Vulpas - Sareth Lumen, the Weaponsman @Casavay - Stakh, the Steel Shaman @BruticusTheGoreHound - Forrick, the False @Azathoth - Ishmael, the Cultmaster The trip towards Krexis Capital was an arduous one - many Chaos ships all being brought towards a darker, nearby world known simply as 'Scarabis'. There was little in the way of knowledge on its history, though even as the numerous dozens of warships hovered overhead, all could see the literal Chaos underneath. It was almost industrial enough to be considered a forgeworld, were it not for the gargantuan flames and the large patches of barren wasteland between each 'city' of factories. Such a thing was irrelevant, however; upon each of these ships came an emissary. A slender, hooded figure with a voice that sounded more like wind than any real person, each of them being offered a slip of paper and told to get a shuttle from the Hangar, to leave to a Frigate known as "Sun's Fury". This would be their own ticket to the true Capital, to meet alongside the numerous Chaos Lords that were within. @GobMaw_HellSmasha - The Helbrute however, had to be... Coaxed, into a large adamantium box, sealed and warded to keep the rot within. 'A formality,' the emissary had said, ignoring the diseases that could kill a grown man in seconds. 'Show them that you aren't a mindless monster, and let them cage you. The peoples below do not all see how one as... Strong, as powerful and joyous as you, with Father Nurgle's gifts, could still remain sane. Prove them wrong, and allow them this small comfort.' From within the Frigate, it seems that each of the numerous Lords that came to pledge their allegiance to the Vindicators, none were given as much privilege as those given such a slip of paper; once given to the guards upon entering the Frigate, all were given their very own room (With the exception of Rotticus, from which he would have to endure being within the 'cage'.) Such rooms were all found quite close to the Bridge's upper sections. At the end of the pristine hallway were two Space Marines in shined, Iron power armour with golden trimming and their left legs given a black-and-yellow colouration akin to that of the Iron Warriors. Seems as though the warband itself at least originated from that Legion.. Both equipped with combi-meltas, as well. They didn't seem so much there to keep watch over them, as much as.... Protect them. The other Chaos lords, in their arrogance, naturally were quite displeased with seeing such 'inferior' mortals take their place to the Capital. Though the rooms themselves were quite... Luxurious. Each couldn't quite be considered a 'room' per se, as much as in truth be entire apartments - comfortable and large. If anything, there was practically no real sign that this was a Chaos ship, aside from the Eight-pointed Stars, and Iron Warriors symbols every now & then; oddly pristine, uniformed crewmen and Renegade Marines who weren't slaughtering Cultists when displeased. If anything, the sole thing that seemed to differentiate the Vindicators from Loyalists, was how they didn't worship the Emperor. They weren't Chaos-worshipping to a dangerous extent, nor infighting like a pack of rabid dogs. There was a single message that they all got, however; it was clear that what they were to do was their own responsibility, but... Meet upon the Bridge upon noon. The Ship-time itself was at 10:54. A little over an hour to themselves.