A simple nod and the Khymerae disappeared leaving silence. The silence Last only a moment before their otherworldly howls returned, accompanied by an unfortunate slave that happened to be the slowest of the group to react. An evil grin was worn beneath his mask, ah the agony and suffering really recharged him!

"Well the sabarite pup is still trying to nip at my heels it seems. No matter, he will meet his end soon enough. But the Heliarch is the one I'm most interested in. It seems not only will I be leading my beasts in battle but the hellions as well. I highly doubt he knows this yet, but word gets around fast." He watched as the Khymerae were busy devouring their meal, the other slaves working at a feverish pace to ensure that they would not be the next victims. Even beaten and broken was better than death.... or was it?

The Incubus chuckled a bit at that, reaching to pat his hand and give it a slight squeeze - her gauntlet wrapping around his hand in a friendly manner.
"That wych might be the only close second in those I'd leave my back open to -and with her that might only relay to in battle where I'd have no choice." She remarked. "But; I will not go looking for that yet. I'll be spending a while here with you and the others. I'll only look once I feel my prime slipping away and the excitement wearing off; 'till then, I guess you'll have to suffer my miserable presence." She teased, glancing up at him with slight amusement.

Kaesar only managed a light chuckle. This day's tone had shifted radically from what he had expected, to which he had not been prepared. He was out of any meaningful words and very tired. Venessia was not what he expected her to be either.
Kaesar had an amusing grin for a moment once the memory of what they did with Hel during the last mission came to mind. He caressed her cheek and ran his fingers along her throat and jawline while he gathered his thoughts. He chugged some wine and carelessly placed it on a nightstand.
"I'll be here, suffering with a smile."
Kaesar eventually said after a brief silence, his usual carefree/malicious smile creeping back.
@Vlayden

Aesra finished his talk with the Slave Mistress, learning about yet another possible rival he might have in this Kabal. Whether it was bad luck or something else, but it would seem that lots of different Kabalites wanted (or looked like they wanted) his head and there was something he definitely had to do about it. Heltherith on the other hand gathered the food and went into the underground slave "city", where she acted like a beneficent benefactor and fed the starving, who in turn promised to do her bidding by feeding her the information she sought. The rest of the scions similarly went through these couple of "less interesting" days and relaxed, gathering their strength end enjoying the down time as they saw fit. As always, time for action came sooner than expected and once again they heard the Archon's summons...

<Mission #4 Briefing> @kanila @Draconion @Grall_Stonefist @Maleth @Kalle @Skarboy @bossaroo @Wata @Vlayden @Vulpas

This time around, the throne room was rather empty, if you don't count the Incubi bodyguards and other types of Kabalites skulking around in the darkness and acting as guards of sorts. Seneschal Kouron was there, standing next to Zar'uil who this time chose to wore his dark red silken robes with a matched diadem in which a purple gem shone with inner light. He was standing in front of a holo-display where a grey orb was being shown, crossed with black marks surrounded by green color. Contrary to other times, the Archon was deep in thought, working the console and looking at different shapes of terrain and points of interest.

"Come closer," he waved at them to approach, without even looking at them as his eyes were locked on the display in front of him, "And gaze upon the mon-keigh world of Agrax. Hive world, center of Imperial might in the system and currently besieged by a Greenskin Waaagh which destroyed couple of systems before this one on its way from Charadon sector. We do not know who is leading the Orks, but their numbers are great and they are pretty much about to overrun this entire part of the Ultima Segmentum, breaking the important trade and transit routes from here to Segmentum Tempestus and beyond. To combat this problem, the Imperials have deployed both their Imperial Guard forces, so-called Tallarn Desert Riders 112th Regiment as well as two companies of Space Marines from the Hawk Lords Chapter," Archon spoke, sounding perhaps a bit bored, reading from a list written on a datapad in front of him, the information required Khaine-knows how.

"All of it is quite tragic and whatnot for every ape engaged in the conflict, but ultimately having little importance to us outside listing battlefield conditions. The fights are currently being fought all across the globe which is pretty much an irradiated wasteland, but the hardest battles are located around couple of hive cities, especially around the capitol of Agrax, the hive city of Helenia."

"Your task lies within this city, the target of your efforts a man called Ludwig Kraus. I want him captured alive and brought back here. Even in such conditions in which this planet was it wouldn't be that hard of a mission to evade mon-keigh crude systems, not to even mention Orkish tech, however this man is not an ordinary cockroach. He's actually a very elusive insect and a member of a mon-keigh organization called Ordo Xenos. He's an Inquisitor if you like, charged with the defense of the sector and probably the most protected person in the city as well as on the entire planet. He holds the key for the next leg of my plan and his capturing is paramount to our advancement as a Kabal from this middle tiers into High Commorragh."

"The good news is, we have a contact within the city. A sympathizer of our cause which I recruited many years back and backed his advancement within mon-keight power circles, the fact he was most thankful for. Also, he's both a pain addict and has affinity for certain drugs which could only be acquired among our kin, making him a perfect agent and a conduit for our plan. His name is Albert Ebelhardt and once you are in the city, you will meet with his men who will escort you to a safe house from which you'll plan your next move. He's also the one who will give you the information needed on how to take down the Inquisitor Kraus so I suggest you indulge him a bit and not kill him right away."

"You'll enter the hive city via an old Webway gate hidden deep within the Underhive and from there proceed to the meeting spot located in the Lower Hive, using your feet in order to stay out of sight. Since a larger force might be detected you alone will be going to the meeting however a force led by Kouron here will also enter the city with you but will remain hidden in the slums and await for your signal to either attack from within or serve as your escort on your way back."

"I think that's about it. Any questions?" Zar'uil asked but then smiled, more to himself. "Ah yes, I almost forgot. There's another person who will join you on this mission. A valuable asset of mine which I acquired some time ago who is now going to once again prove its worth. Bring her in," he said and the door opened to reveal two Kabalites bringing an Eldar female, who despite having some sort of an armor on was still chained while also having a familiar null device locked around her neck. "Meet Baeleris, my sweetest and most precious of all Bonesingers," (@bossaroo ) he said and Kabalites removed the chains around her (she still had the null device on tho), freeing her for the first time in quite a long time actually, although how "much" was she exactly free in such company was perhaps a thought left for another time.

OOC Any questions - ask away!

His steps were lighter than usual if that were possible, the brazen and outright demeanor of this former reaper of Realspace temporarily softened as his heart was made light. His feet were covered but the soft padding of flesh on ground revealed that the soles of his boots had been removed in favor of control of his skimmer, secluded away in his room and trapped every single way to Emperor's Day so that no one might tamper with his trophy. His eyes still glared daggers at anyone that might look his way, but even with his mask on there was no mistaking that Kholivaz was very much pleased with himself. The screaming wind and the maddening vistas he had seen, all whilst tearing his way through the skies.. Reborn.

Exactly what he had sought.

His armor remained the same but the plates had shifted or been outright removed in some places, the thermoplas Corsair Armor made lighter and so that his speed and flexibility wasn't weighed down in the slightest. Sash and plate still covered his midriff and up to his left arm, completely covered. The right pauldron of his armor was gone and the armor ended at his shoulder, the arm left bare and revealing a network of scars across wiry muscle. His weapons had remained with his skyboard, barring paired pistols from very different offshoots of the Eldar Empire and his normal array of hidden knives.

He was even content to remain silent during the meeting, until Zar'uil once again threw them all a curveball. Kholivaz took a step toward the bonesinger, eyes alight with dark promises that he had not imagined since he had lived among their kind. "And how does the Craftworlder tie in with this mon-keigh? I assume she must be returned here alive as well?"

Shame.

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Baeleris wasnt having a good day , not in the slighest. And for someone who had been held captive by the foul dark kin for some time , she had lost track of how long , having a particularly bad day was an acheivent of some particular variety . With the slave mistress busy with the wide variety of construction projects going on the bonesinger had been run ragged adding to the structors

As the two kabalites led her to the main building she felt anxiety building up into her but she calmed down remembering lessons and tasks from her path to still her mind. As she was led inside she tried not to think about all the others who had been brought and the only thing of theirs that had left was their screams , she paid it not a thought....none what so ever at all. Nor did she glare at the floor and think about throwing the kabalite who had either been so heavily drugged and debached he forgot personal space or was getting overly friendly screaming off the edge of the tier or an airlock she wasnt picky.

As she was brought in she stared at her feet and rubbed her wrist with the bracelet but stiffened up as one remarked her in the same regard as if she were a mon-keigh absolutely disgraceful. She bit her tongue and stayed silent hoping to keep it in her head as they hopefully decided she could stick around a little longer in this life. She did not like any thoughts of what they would do to her soulstone

<Briefing>

@bossaroo "Come now Baeleris, don't be shy," Archon purred, smiling with his wicked smile at his newest guest. "You have a lovely voice, do us all a favor and speak up. Make my halls grander and more beautiful with it, I would appreciate it a lot!"

@Skarboy "Also, to answer your question, the sharpest of all of my reforged blades," Zar'uil now turned his attention to Kholivaz, his mood as cheerful as before, "Yes, she is to be returned here in one piece as well. You see, the mon-keigh Inquisitor holds the secret I need close to his heart, or more precisely, close to his brain. He has a piece of our misguided kin's technology lodged inside of him, a chip if you wish, that has the necessary information."

"Sadly, we need him alive for that implant to work and also, we need my dearest Baeleris here to operate it and extract the information once you are back. So you can see that both of them are quite important, little pieces in a big puzzle. That is, until their task is done. Afterwards, well...let's just say we'll rethink their usage to me and my Kabal. But we'll talk about it once the time comes."

The Archon this gods forsaken Archon. If the treatment from the slave mistress wasnt horrendous enough as it was the Archon always seemed to know just how to further worsen the situation, coupled with the fact that the chances of her ending up dead had skyrocketed exponetially from what they'd be doing alone the fact that even after her job was done that she'd still die was equally terrifying as repaxing. At least the dark kin were predictable in their actions if its not debauchry it was murder

Trying to ignore how pleased the Archon sounded with the situation she spoke with the best attempt at a courteous tone she could muster " As you wish my lord , i do hope the day finds you and your Scions in good health and i assure you sir i would gladly sing your praises now but our dearest friend The Slave Mistress has been working my voice hoarse" she said bowing apologetically and trying to better evaluate her newest captors from the breif glance

The one who wished her dead appeared to be carrying a small arsenal and that worried her greatly. A scourge because lets give these bastards wings ! Thats a great idea for no one. A man wearing a Bird mask , obviously the most sane of the bunch with such fashion. A Haemonculus and a Wrack , best friends she imagines . A pair of incubi and That Wych ? She had seen her around the slave pens frequently not a good omen for Baeleris

Kaesar was lost in thought for now. He stood in place, helmet held under his arm and stared forward, grip tight around klaive's hilt.
Hopefully he would find some victims to slaughter on this mission to give him his focus back. Mention of Space Marines was promising, they could prove a worthy challenge. Orks might as well, provided they found one big enough. As for why Za'ruil needed an inquisitor eluded him, what only mattered was getting the job done.

When the bonesinger entered, Kaesar offered a half hearted glance at her, he had other things on his mind and it looked like she was about to be eaten alive anyway soon enough.

The other Incubus on the other hand was focused - barely even passing a glance at the Bonesinger unlike her counterpart, her own gaze focused on the Archon and whatever words he spoke.
The idea of Astartes being fought was an interesting one should it ever happen; she'd not gotten the privilege herself but seen it done in person once before; they were blunt, bulky savages, but there was an awe-inspiring amount of agility in them, able to move their points to their limit in the armour without anything getting restrictive, with heavy weapons that were swung like twigs.
She relished the thought - which was a deflated hope as she heard of this... 'Inquisitor'. She could tell by the title that it was an important man, for the Mon'keigh were oh so obviously subtle in their naming department; something with such a bizarre name was certainly important.

This 'Albert' will be mildly interesting; she'd hoped that it may lead to more than just a dead end, given the... Unreliable nature of the Primitives. She admired them for their tenacity and strength, but that was about it. She couldn't bear to think of them as cunning, in any meaningful, Eldar manner.
The only outside gesture that showed any hint of emotion would've been the ever so slight squeeze on her Halberd's haft.
She was ready to kill.