Kholivaz snickered at the Farseer, it hadn't taken long for him to wear thin on the ancient's nerves. "Zryas-Vehd, old one. Do you know his whereabouts?"
The Exarch merely pointed to the decorative markings adorning his armour. "These, with the same colour pattern," he instructed, caring little if the Artisan was exhausted or not. The Farseer had given an order, and he would obey it, despite need to rest himself. An Exarch should never show weakness or exertion, however, so he would not even allow himself to think the complaints he had lingering in the back of his mind. "I will wait in the dome, by the chamber of the Solar Sails. The Infinite Matrix will create the shrine itself, I simply require your artistic vision."
"I doubt you need to explain to me, my own craftsmanship. Or do you think of yourself higher than a mere civilian?" Zryas-Vehd rose an eyebrow, curious of how arrogant this Exarch would be. He did not directly hate them, but he hated their inconsiderate behavior. Nothing but blood remained in their heart. Nothing but the infinite cry after more bloodshed. He was certain earlier or later a deprived Exarch would even kill his own kin just to satisfy the never ending lust for blood. This was the definition of the path of damnation for himself, on the other hand he would not even be able to kill anyone if his own life would be depending on it. He rather die than finish someones life.
OOC: Somehow I stopped receiving notifications for this RP Was wondering where everybody went! <Cair> "Minna, I suggest we skim across, we were warned about creatures in the water, but honestly if we go fast enough they won't even know we were there until we were already gone."
<Architect> "Swift as the wind! Gotcha!" Minna replied with a smirk that showed the desire of advantage. With a sudden boost the Wave Serpent skimmed straight through - evading the monstrous beasts which were amphibious but not fish-like lizards. A hundred teeth they must have! Or so it seemed. Their body in length several meters - Tail not count. They would attempt to jump and leash upon the Wave Serpent, but they could not keep up with the pilots talents and the machines prowess. As soon as the first line of defense of the creatures were avoided, the others realized they would not catch the prey either and would wait for the next one. With peace more or less settling, Minna and the 'cargo' had the chance to take the view of the forest and river completely in. It was a wonderful world, colored and shaped in all one could imagine. Red, long but thin grown flowers. Blue, short but very wide and circular flowers. Seemingly adorable, little dark green creatures which had poison that could even knock a Haemonculus out. Rainbow colored birds in the size of the Wave Serpent, far in the distance upon a hill, barely visible from the Wave Serpent which were not just pretty but also peaceful - being herbivores. The tinier, more dangerous beasts would hide deep within the forest, the trees, the branches, even under leaves and underground. Scorpions, Spiders, Bees, Wasps, Mosquitoes - Not everything was beautiful and peaceful here, nature was an ever waging war between neighboring rivals. OOC: Regards from our RP Queen, she is quite busy so I do my best to takeover; please let me know if I do anything wrong / off!
<Cair> The Reaper's eyes shone as he watched the magnificent beasts leap out of the water at them. "Truly astounding are they not? Such magnificence!" The Reaper's voice was full of excitement as he watched the creatures. "Would that I could attempt to interact with one, but sadly they seem to be of the 'kill or be killed' type that is all too common in this universe."
OOC: I don't dare to write Minna beyond one-liners so I ain't reply to that, I fear ^^ who else is on the wave serpent? #RequiresRandomNPC
Liriasol settled in for the journey. There was an almost soothing beauty about the ride over the lake, even with the daring doging and weaving the pilot took around the rearing beasts that darted and dived beneath them, as if soaring on reptilian wings through cerulean waters. Even with the need to hang on tightly and, in a couple of cases, a swift prayer to Khaine. He glanced in the direction of the cockpit. The raven-locked young girl was bouncing slightly in her seat again, hair shaking out around her as she listened to Wraithbone Maiden. Well, strictly, everyone listened to Wraithbone Maiden. The Ranger wondered if all Saim-Hann dances were war-dances. "Martial Biel-tan, ordered, each row moving in time. Each dance a step toward a great future performance. Saim-Hann, a war-dance, feral and wild, Even as Kurnous revelling in the hunt! Stern Alaitoc, stiff and formal, lest one stray. Asuryan forbid there should be music and merriment. Iyanden a funereal pavane, Empty halls resonating with the sound of silence. Grim Ulthwe, a black procession, Let us dance one more dance before the grave! Altansar waltzes alone. I have seen all these dances, Children of Cegorach, And only you know that they are one." Liriasol knew the rest of Jorinion's poem by heart - there are a lot of empty hours on the Path of the Outcast - but he realised that he had been declaiming aloud, and it was possible (even with the strains of The Aspect in all their ears) that everyone else could hear him. Talking to oneself was an easy habit to pick up on the Wandering Path, too.
[OOC I am in the Wave Serpent as Liriasol and Kara'shanwe. There are either five or three Guardians, I forget which, and I know there are at least two of them who are girls. *nod* We've also got both Giant Reapers, Amriel the Pirate and Visethianne the Poet-Avenger!]
