Having “persuaded” the Head Nurse for a Letter of Recommendation Grythan, who let a slight smile cross his face, removed his helmet. Hearing Dyson say he instantly remembered how robotic the Iron Warrior was. Grythan lent back against the wall and resumed his well-practised nonchalant rest, his body language once again making it clear he was not going to any drudge work, and he waited for the Head Nurse to return.
"I hail from a band of nobody barbarians in super human clothing. " Turning his head to regard Dyson the warrior was currently lugging around the body of a flesh hulk, deciding to aid in clean up after all for the sake of not wasting any more time. "What of you though? I'm not terribly familiar with any Legion or Chapter Heraldry and aside from those chevrons I'd say you're probably in the same boat as myself? " A groan rose up from the flesh hulk currently part way unconscious over his shoulders, earning it a quick head first smack into the wall to make sure it didn't do anything more than that, at least not while it was still their problem. @DaKaptin
- Dyson Dyson was taken aback by this response. An Astartes with no knowledge of their origins or those of the Rebel Legions? "You do not know? Fascinating. I hail from the IVth Legion, The Iron Warriors, of the original founding. The foolishness of dividing power among minimal numbers is only practiced by loyalist slaves, decreed by the little Emperor of Ultramar and Primarch of the Ultramarines, Roboute Guilliman of the eighteenth legion... or should I say chapter? Like his Codex, he was simple minded and a bloated ego. That was a long time ago..." A look of nostalgia passed over Dyson. Remembering the glory days of the Great Crusade. Then turning back to somber at the thought of their as of yet unsuccessful rebellion. "You do not know your history, but do you know your lineage? As a Astartes, it's your duty to uphold the honor of your Primarch by kill their enemies. I know where I come from, in your ignorance do not assume otherwise... Why are you bothering with that lump of flesh?" Dyson says, once again interested in this newblood. 'It's been so long since I spoke of the past with such a fresh mind... I could get used to this.' He thought.
Argyle lofted a brow at the rather sudden tirade, slamming his current piece of flesh weight down onto a stretcher and binding it down before sending it rolling off to join the rest. "They called themselves the Crimson Shrieks, Iron Warrior. My name is Argyle Voncarr and I was recruited from Argarius by the aforementioned Warband. I know precisely where I come from, just not my 'gene-sire'. I believe that mad man they called an Apothecary had mentioned he was going to outfit me with ' a harvest taken from the fallen Griffon's whom howled no longer'. " Rolling his eyes as he recalled the quote Argyle shook his head, letting his actions answer the Iron Warrior's other question.
-Seth "As you wish Madam." Seth said as he finished placing a examining table back to its original place. He followed her into her office as she wen't his senses still working on overdrive as he heard Arglye and the others chat. He followed her to the office. -Alexandra Alexandra watched as Seth wen't into the back room with the nurse she some what had a fear of that women. Lots of needles and poisons likely and likely the knowledge of being poisoned by her from a nurglite poisoned seemed like a gruesome end. Likely best to keep on her good side she looked around to her fellow sorcerers a thousand son a ancient warrior and the other psykers did a good job of supporting them. She decided to lean on a wall as they finished with patches standing beside her loyally.
<Head Nurse - Office> The woman grabbed one of her stationary letters and started to write as she talked to the Apothecary. "Didn't had one of your kin around. I want you as apprentice. Fact is that I am getting tired with patient contact, and if you do well. Who knows. You could make it to Master of the Apothecarion. The only thing I ask is.... Your support in Nurgles work. Creating, testing and using various poisons and toxins. Your Narthecium has the perfect tools to do his work, would be a shame would I not try to make complete use of you, mh?" Novae asked casually, being half-way done with the letter, judging by how much space she already used on the paper.
<Inferno> The teeth of Satharn's chainglaive whirred and whined as they hit first armour, then meat, then ground on bone. The bastard was still moving, not even screaming. He twisted to bring his fist to bear, aiming to crunch it into the side of the Black Dragon's head, but the other Astartes got there first. The Night Lord bellowed in rage and pain, thrashing himself loose and tearing at the powered weapon buried deep in the Black Dragon's chest. He felt his ear fill with fluid. Already clotting, the blood formed a seal but meant he was even more deaf on that side. A son of the Sunless World wouldn't be too badly affected for balance, if he hadn't also been flung aside by a combination of his own momentum and the sudden drop. Satharn scrambled for his bolter, cursing in Nostraman as he tried to focus.
-Seth Seth was interested in the Nurses offer He had spent time with Nurglites before It interested him greatly. The use of His Narthecium Would be quite Useful for her. And he could likely gain some more knowledge on Nurgles works and expand his own knowledge of his field of works. He smiled Under his helm. "This sounds Quite Like A good Deal Mam. Will I have to Begin In any worshiping Of Nurgle?" he asked as he looked to the Head Nurse through his helm.
