<Command Meeting> @matt23 @Draconion @Vulpas + @Jorimel @dx144 "White Scars agreed to offer us the necessary supplies," Nykar spoke but the stopped as he saw Khagan's gaze. Primarch's voice was melodic, strong and commanding, just like every other son of the Emperor had. "The Raven speaks true. We shall give you what you need, as much as we can spare. Ships, ammunition, crew," Jaghatai continued, stretching in his seat, the act disturbingly similar like that of a bored feline. "As for my brothers, the situation is grim." "Horus fooled the Wolf King into burning Prospero. I went and saw the ruins myself, as well as proof that Magnus finally decided to let go of the chains. We spoke of moderation, but he ignored it all and brought his sons with him. XV Legion pledged themselves to the Warmaster fully. As for Leman, the last I saw him was in Alaxxes nebula where he fought against the Alpha Legion. They also attempted to practice their warfare on us, but the arrows of Chogoris fly much higher than their veiled daggers." "Of the rest, we are unsure. Roboute is out of our reach as long as the Ruinstorm rages. Of the Angel I have no word and the last I heard from the Lion is sporadic reports we found on traitors. Dark Angels seem to be fighting the Eight on the Eastern Fringe." "If I might add," Reclusiarch Kul's ashen tone interrupted Jaghatai, but Primarch didn't seem to mind it, "My father, Lord Corax, survived the Massacre and he continues to wage the shadow war against the traitors. Of Vulkan, there was no sight and many claim he died on Isstvan V, although no body had been found." There was a moment of silence as Khagan's eyes went a bit wide, the Primarch offering a smile and a nod to the Raven Guard. "What Khagan speaks of, the Ruinstorm," it was Lord Yesugei who continued, up until then silent, leaning against his staff. "It is a...disturbance of the Warp, very hard to traverse. Traitors summoned it with their yaksha allies, cutting us off from Ultramar and Terra as well. This is why we came to Ios, to find another way." "But..." the old legionary's brow tightened, "I will require more time to understand it. But for you, loyal brothers of the Third, path through the Ruinstorm is impossible to navigate. You need psykers which you don't have and the loss of your Chief Librarian troubles me deeply." "Be that as it may," it was Jubal Khan's turn to speak now, a monster of a warrior the Lord of Summer Lighting carried himself with a certain savagery that was a direct copy of his father's aura, "While you lack a potent force, the wars are won by the strength of arms and martial skill. I'm in accord with Chief Apothecary's and Forgemaster's words. War should continue but we must shorten the front, fight smaller battles instead of this...unfortunate deployment. After all, what use are we on Terra, sitting behind the tall walls, where there are traitors still here to kill. Leave Rogal and his sons to do what they were born to do and let us do what we do best." It was obvious that Jubal spoke to his father more than actually answering Jendon and Vitaly, but Jaghatai didn't seem to take his officer's words as an insult where some, if not most Primarchs, would probably fling Jubal out of the closest airlock. Another silent moment which was once again, broken by the Raven Guard Chaplain. "Lord Commander Minteril reports that his campaign against the Night Lords was a success. The humans were saved and their supplies as well as a contingent of Imperial Fists defending that fortress joined Minteril's force on "Battleborn". He also sent a second message, requesting Lords Jendon's and Vitaly's presence on his ship, although I would leave that decision up to whoever of you decides to help our wounded Praetor and take the reins while he is in this state."