<Minnaloushe the Intemperate> "We're all ready to go. Maybe we should move now and use what night-cycle remains as cover. You're going to have to track this northern Kroot tribe yourself," the pilot stated. "Aspect." "I'm afraid I have nothing but a couple of topography readings and the course of the river to lead the way," she added.
<Amriel> "Zzzzzzz..." <Cair> "I agree, we have to cross the river at some point, and it will be dangerous, but I think if we just sort of fly over it, we can avoid the nasty creatures inside. As for finding the tribe, I have a feeling they will find us." The Reaper regains his seat next to the Corsair, and the Serpent starts moving forward
<Kholivaz> The former Hellion jumped slightly at the runes, a wary yet undeniably conflicted look chasing after the departing Healer. Despite Astora and the late Tyrelhien's advice, Kholivaz couldn't deny his own attraction for the woman. Perhaps it was her loneliness that drove him to her? Just as Astora's grief made her beautiful in a way that the Commorrite had never seen before, so too did loneliness provide a tempting lure for his kind. Ultimately he looked to Astora, a question clear in his eyes. Surely not all Healers acted like that, surely there must be something more? ((OoC: Off to work!))
<Astora of Arché> "They... Are meant to be that way, Kholivaz. It's a trait of the Path, like the need to protect is to the Dire Avenger, or how detachment is to the Seer. I would again recommend you not to fall for it - it's a ruse. Healers will be who we need them to be to show us the better sides of the material realm."
<Architect> The Wave Serpent moved as high as it could without alerting the Imperial radars - it ultimately ended up binding her again to move through the forest and go around the Cliffside instead of just hovering down. Minnaloushe moved as swiftly as possible, though, and with skill she dodged tree and rock alike. "This is the Intemperate Serpent - come in, Visethianne." Silence, the unfamiliar sound of the wilds around Visethianne was all that answered. Then his voice, a newly-awakened cello. "This is he. What news, Liss Aetherios?" The Avenger, on the other side of the forest, gestured Kara'shanwe to go rest - he would take it from there. "We are moving north through the river I'm relaying through your holo. Cair may or may not have made a deal with the locals... I think he has a plan, a devious one," said the voice from the Anamnialocii's comms gem.
<Farseer Aranethyr> The man leaned back down with a pained expression. "Very well, then. Tell... Tell what remains of our crew that this should not be used as an excuse to separate our people. Tell them we must still stand as one - Commorrites, Exodites, rangers and craftworlders, against the rising darkness. Tell them I would go to war to save even one Eldar Soul, not judging its origin -" the Seer touched his old friend's chest, where the heart laid. "But by what is inside. The capability of doing good is in all of us." "Now hurr-" the man coughed. "Hurry, before they hang Kholivaz and the other Commorrites aboard." As his friend departed, so clearly regretting he volunteered to speak those words, Aranethyr grasped his hand. "And bring me those Striking Scorpions, I'd like to have a word with them."
<Cair> "I would hardly call it devious, I simply like Kroot more than I do the Mon-keigh, and would rather see them own this planet then the Imperials."
<Kholivaz> The ways of the Craftworlders would never truly make sense to the Commorrite. At least the healers of Commorragh would.. Well, Astora knew better than most just what his kind's "healers" would do now. The result was in her hand. Kholivaz awkwardly raised his gaze from his friend's soulstone, working his jaws to test the progress of the runes. Already he felt bone reforming and muscle fibers reconnecting. He spoke slowly and with some remaining pain. "And what of.. You, Astora? What does.. the life as an Exodite leave.. you inclined to?" ((OoC: yay for break time post! Back to it!!))
<Artisan> "I shall, Aranetyhr. Just focus on your regeneration." Zryas-Vehd smiled soft and gave him a re-assuring nod as he took his leave. "Also... You may wanna talk to that one." He pointed toward Rharijem, then left the Chambers of Isha. Making a rushed way to the Bridge of where he grasped the core-communication orb and made off with it toward the Amphitheater, while a command was going through to let each free Eldar attend there. Once the elderly Eldar arrived at the podium, he placed the orb on the podium that was placed there, holding it with both hands. It would broadcast the message among the entire Anam. "Kin of mine and our Human guests." Zryas-Vehd started, choosing his words carefully. "I spoke to our beloved Farseer Aranethyr and he instructed me what to say in his name, as I felt as close friend that he should not stress himself with such trivial task that could hinder his regeneration even for a fraction of a milli-cycle." Speaking to crowds was never his thing... "We must stand together. Those that attacked us were raiders, aiming to destroy us. But that shall and won't mean that the Dark Eldar and Exodites that stand among us are traitors. In the very opposite it shows how much they are devoted to Aranethyr and Anamnialoc. I met Kholivaz myself and if he would be a traitor he would have poisoned me! He would have inflicted some sort of pain to me or at least had been aggressive toward me! Yet, he was more open than a few of you toward me. And the Exodites? They saved a Craftworlder through aiding Aranethyr in an ancient rite! He would have succumbed to his hatred and rage, but through the Exodites and Aranethyr he prevailed and saw the truth!" "So I, Zryas-Vehd, Artisan of Yme-Loc, Scholar of Vaul ask of all of you to not let these events turn against those that fought on our side. It is not their fault, it was not in their hands. If you are going to harm anyone of those that you deem not of your kin and intend to do anything toward them, keep in mind that Aranethyr would disagree. Why else would he accept to be in the same room as those you could think of potential enemies? And if you hate those traitors so strongly, then to turn upon those that aid Anamnialoc and the Farseer would make you the same thing. A traitor to those who thought to be save on the Anam Alqthyr! Choose your next actions soon and let not your emotions mislead your minds. We all feel rage and sadness in our hearts, for we are Eldar. But do not let it out on those who do not earn it. You would behave like the Comorrites that killed your brothers and sisters, you would behave like the blind and zealous Imperialists, you would behave like bestial animals. Show what it means to be an Eldar and present your Anamnialoc-Pride accordingly." As he ended his speech, he used the Orb to speak directly to the Striking Scorpion Exarch. "The Farseer wishes to speak to you, you should not let him wait, Exarch."
<Astora of Arché> "What do you mean by 'inclined'? Are you asking if I like males?" There was something, a phantom of a smile, creeping onto Astora's lips.
