<Kadara> @Kalle

From up here, the view was stunning. Even though it was impossible to see the entirety of the Dark City from any point of view within it, nonetheless from here it looked like Kadara could grasp it all in her clawed hand. Spires big and small, walled areas, fortresses, strongholds, hive-like buildings, all of it was in below her as if just begging to be commanded by her. The only thing she couldn't grasp was the Dreaded Tyrant's citadel up above in Corespur, the giant statues looking down at her in turn, as if to remind her of her place. That, and the stolen suns of Illmaea were kept forever out of her reach.

Anyhow, the more important thing was right in front of Kadara. The spire she landed upon was completely thrown into darkness, the murmur of hundred voices hitting her enhanced senses. Gawks, whispers, screams, all of it was combined in a melody of terror. The spire itself was made to resemble a roost, its edges surrounded by piles of bones accumulated here over the course of countless centuries. There were other shapes as well, the shapes of creatures Kadara was still in the process of getting familiar with, all of them huddled all around the spire in a chaotic mess of wings and fangs.

As she took a step forward, a shape appeared out of the shadows and blocked her way. "What do we have here? A new blood joins the skies?" this Scourge was a male and was quite larger than Kadara. His wings were reinforced with metal, his armor reflecting what little light there was in a strange manner as if forcing it to dance on its whim.

"Who do you work for new blood? Must be a bad master when he bought you such lousy set of upgrades."


<Kholivaz> @Skarboy

Sitting on the small outcropping, Kholivaz's reverie was eventually broken by a familiar sound of skyboards whooshing through the air and distinctive dialect of Lower Commorragh's tube-born criminals. There Hellions flew close by and spotted Kholivaz sitting, signaling each other and stopping their trek to fly towards his position.

"Well well well, ain't it lovely," one of them, a bald female with a tattoo of an open eye on her cheek spoke, her voice seductive or at least attempting to sound like it. "Look what the Ur-ghuls dragged in! Do you know my pretty, that you are sitting in a place owned by Saghiar's Lotus Wing Gang? And you definitely ain't a member, but since you are quite pretty, I'll let you guess - do you know what we do with intruders?"

OOC Kholivaz's mission to "acquire" his gear reward is on

The Roost @Colapse

Kadara regarded the large male who had approached her. As was customary, she bore neither arms nor armor to cover or protect herself. The pilgrimage to the Scourge roost was undertaken with only her new enhancements for help. She overheard the jab at the quality of her implants --- she was confident in Yrara's ability, despite his eccentricity --- and leveled her cruel, yellow eyes on the senior Scourge. "They got me here. They are good enough for that," she replied smoothly. "And what difference does it make who my patron is? Up here, there are only Scourges and hopefuls. Those below walk the earth, we rule the skies. They mean nothing here."

Allowing that statement to sink in, she looked around at the other Scourges, then back to the apparent leader. "I have made the pilgrimage. I have earned the right to be tested."

~It shall be done, my Master.~

As Thû breaks contact and prepares to withdraw from the Warp, he perceives his unwelcome, unidentified observer. Fighting back the instinctive revulsion of looking at what his mind perceives to be a red-eyed bird perched in a dead tree, he holds his ground to stare full on at the manifestation, making sure to note down every detail so he can reference it later in the waking world.

Kaesar was a bit startled by this sight. He blinked a few times, not really wanting to believe what he was seeing. Kaesar hadn't really meditated or cared for things not of the physical world, at least that's what he thought.

"What's this then? Another test?" He whispered to the reflection, not really sure if it was him finally going mad or something more "real". Kaesar took a few steps closer to the mirror, intrigued by the woman's figure and the fact that she was inside his mirror.
"I don't take intrusion lightly, lass."

The Recently promoted Syarbite Ave'ras wasnt ancient but he was by no means a novice or new and his life time was respectable by Eldar standards ; in all of those years and decades of existence he had never ever been this frustrated with any Dark kin , at least with this side of himself.

These recruits , foolish and full of themselves couldnt even use their knives properly ! They close combat prowess was pathetic and their skill with their ranged weapons , by the dead gods ceograch must be having one damn good Laugh out of him . He'd never seen anyone who claimed to have trained in the shrine shoot worse than a damn ork ! The Craftworlder guardians were better soldiers and they were bakers and artists for khaine's sake ! At least there was many of them at least 3 times larger than his last group. It would've been impressive if they all werent useless, even a slave had its uses.

It when was then that the idea struck him "Gather your gear , Uravel get these Motley lots onto raiders we're going on a little trip. I will join you once i have obtained a few items" he hefted his weapons the phatasm Grenade launcher a pleasant weight on him as he went to the beast masters Pen (@kanila )
Upon arriving at the pens , creatures growing and shaking their cages, he knocked on the door and called " oh Aesra my good sir i have need if you for a moment"

Kholivaz stumbled to his feet, wiping a trail of wine that had seeped from the corners of his lips and barked out a laugh that echoed off into the winds, seemingly too drunk to care what precarious position he was in, both on the ledge and with the Hellions about him. "If I've had a night with the Ur-Ghuls and you still find me pretty, I hate to see who beds you each night." Of course while he had gotten a pleasant buzz from the discarded wine, there was certainly an exaggeration to his inebriation. His black eyes seemed to struggle to focus as he absorbed every detail he could from the Skyboards that surrounded him, eagerly drinking in the sights of what had once been an extension of his will, before he had abandoned his own to the void of Realspace, cursed to tumble through the darkness between stars whilst imbedded into the frozen chest of a Tyranid Hive Beast.

"And Lotus Wings? I imagine you take after those flower tending Exodites with a name like that". He scratched at his bare shoulders, for he had only worn the barest essential of his Corsair armor on his time off, thermoplas plating his midsection and legs. The sash at his waist still flapped this way and that as he straightened up, eyes settling on the bald female who had made the mistake of thinking him a victim. The bare skin of his chest and shoulders was a network of battle scars and burns, worse for wear than his own armor. Kholivaz wasn't some Hekatarii to worry over the slightest imperfection, fearing that he might fall out of favor and be placed against insurmountable odds.

No.

Kholivaz Scarnax was a Hellion of the Middle Darkness. Each wound had been a game played with She Who Thirsts herself and as of yet, she had never claimed him. And she never would. "Lets see how you deal with trespassers, and see if you're worth that Skyboard."

The Incubus had mostly, now just wandered around the halls, armoured and armed as always; her mind now was as wandering as she.
She had many thoughts going through - admittedly, some more carnal than others - that kept her from resting herself, even as she thought of... 'Better times'. Desires to be in some more trustworthy civilization certainly were common to her, if only so that she could sleep without the paranoia of someone invading and attacking her.

Or, just the thoughts of... Being a person. She'd seen how the humans acted, however primitive it was with their inept senses. But it was something that she still envied. People could be people, and not all constantly had to war against one another.
Her grasp on her Halberd tightened briefly, as she looked towards her partner's door - thinking of numerous things at that point - and...
Waited, thinking.

<Aesra> @kanila

After leaving the spire, Aesra was quickly informed by nearby guards on the whereabouts of the Hellion gang he was looking for as well as the place from which his tattoo mistress gave orders to her slave cohorts.

Saghiar and his Lotus Wings were currently engaged in a series of skirmishes against a local Reaver gang, even though the Heliarch's ranks swelled after assimilating the three remaining Kabals on the tier, he still couldn't completely enslave the Reavers, who despite allying themselves with the Crimson Moon they still held to their independence especially in things like this, so they staunchly fought back the Hellion gangs. Archon Zar'uil of course, supported such behavior for it would cull the weak from his ranks and in the end, all of them swore their allegiance to him so a little bit of infighting was good for the spirit of the Kabal. Gang's current location was somewhere between the outlying walls and the void between the tiers, so Beastmaster's best chance to find them would be grabbing his own skyboard and going off to hunt.

As for Eliria, she was currently located in the newly-restored factory complex where she bossed the slaves around so they would finish building what was unfinished and\or would start working on multitude of machines found there, which were previously repaired by Kabal's artisans, and begin with setting up the fire of Crimson Moon's progress.

OOC If you chose to go and find Heliarch Saghiar, with your next post you can reach @Skarboy char, he's in that area


<Hetax> @Grall_Stonefist

Indeed like he guessed, this time around the arena was pretty much a ghost town, most of the Kabalites either enjoying the concert or busying themselves with whatever else they were doing. Of course, this didn't mean nobody was here, quite the contrary as many stands were filled with all sorts of Dark Eldar, even Dracon Kouron himself was here sitting in one of the central seats and simply relaxing from a long day.

If Hetax wished to fight, he could join in with the next wave of "meat" - the battle would be a group of wracks, mostly those failed experiments from their Haemonculus which the Kabal took as its due versus a horde of mutated humans in another world called the Beastmen, who were ferried there after being captured in one of the ruins - the Kabalites always productive and not wanting to spend time or ammo purging the things, they simply gathered them and threw them in arena to be slaughtered there instead.


<Heltherith> @Maleth

As for Heltherith, her situation indeed became a way more precarious but what kind of life this was if you were not living it on the edge? Stopping by at the kitchen where pretty nobody prevented her to take what she wanted (as long as she left the pile where Gorm's food was, although she was smart enough not to fall into that trap and get hunted down by the Archon's cute pet), Heltherith was on her way towards the slave pens when she was intercepted by the familiar cloaked figure.

The meeting happened near the entrance to the pens, most of the slaves either down underground waiting for their shift to start or away on work, so outside the place was somewhat empty and was perfect for a meeting like this. The spy approached her from behind one of the shacks, his attire pretty much the same like before.

"Greetings Heltherith, how did your mission go? I've heard that you were busy exploring an ancient palace of our misguided kin, so I'm sure there's quite a tale behind it and I'm happy to hear all about it!"


<Kholivaz> @Skarboy

Two Hellions standing behind the loud-mouthed female looked each other and took "a step" back, seeing that perhaps bullying a man who came all the way out here by himself to get a drink was perhaps not the best of ideas. Female Hellion, while either she came to the same conclusion or not was pretty much irrelevant at this point, had to go through with her threat especially now when the "prey" talked back.

Growling, she launched her board forward, going straight for Kholivaz, aiming her descent in a way that she would cut through the place where he was currently standing and if he tried to jump away, she would strike down with her hellglaive and catch him in the passing. She knew that she only needed one good hit and this pretty talker would be sent plummeting straight to his doom.


<Kaesar, Venessia> @Wata @Vlayden

Approaching the mirror, Kaesar saw that the reflection in it began shifting a bit, as if trying to come into focus. What was also interesting is that there was absolutely no reflection of his own, just the one of the strange girl looking back at him with a beautiful set of green eyes and even more beautiful smile, the smile that became wider and wider...and wider.

Her face twisted in a parody of a grin but before Kaesar could process the strangeness of the sight, the girl in the mirror opened her mouth and screamed. A blast of sonic energy smashed directly into Kaesar, sending him across the room and into the opposite wall, breaking one of his ribs in the process. He hit the head so hard that he almost dropped unconscious and for a second that his sight blackened, he thought he saw the girl standing outside the mirror now, right above him actually, stretching her pale gentle hand straight towards him...

Outside the room, Venessia heard the crash of something heavy hitting the wall - but knowing Kaesar, that could be anything. Perhaps he was having a party she wasn't invited to?

OOC @Vlayden Venessia didn't hear any scream, she just heard Kaesar hitting the wall if you chose to enter the room, you'd find Kaesar slumped on the floor, alone and without any sort of a strange Eldar girl chilling around him

His cheeks pulled back just above the corners of his grotesque, unseen smile once against matching the menacing grin he permanently wore. Eyes snapped into focus and his killer's instinct came to the fore, a suddenly screaming chainsword flying from his hand along a horizontal plane even as his knees gave way and he fell on his back, body collapsing "drunkenly". The whirring buzzsaw was aimed at knee level to the woman who now sought to run him down, to catch the chain which secured her to her mount and even eat into her legs if she were too slow to maneuver out of the way.

As the former Hellion's back kissed the ground, he weighed his options. He had no room to move, very much rooted to this spot lest the wind or the woman tear him off into the abyss. And given how the wind's howling increased he could guess which outcome it preferred. Challenge accepted. Kholivaz took a deep breath as he prepared for a game of chicken. At least that was what he thought the mon-keigh called it.

Seeing that the beastmaster was absent from his own place of work Ave'ras crept inside the building of the beastpens and procured 3 large humanoid sized cages , enlisting the help of a few loitering kabalites in carrying said beast cages onto the raiders currently holding the bad batch of enlistees though he left a note in the beast pens "Gone hunting, bring these back soon hopefully with presents".

"Uravel , rakesh, Helais , Start the raiders !" and soon the convoy containing the ugly red headed step children of Ave'ras' training career set out for the Seneschal and group of slaves where they were hunting and luring the Ur-ghuls. While he had the raiders full of misfits nearby his own as he called The Seneschal "Hello my fellow, might i ask how goes the hunt ?" He asked as he looked down to the slowly dwindling quantity of slaves