<Architect> The Pilot now just had to find out where the Kroot tribe exactly would be hiding at... She doubted they would just jump out and try to pierce the Wave Serpenthe t with their primitive weapons or throw a bunch of Krootox upon them... Or would they? Alas, the Wave made it's way through the thick jungle in search of the northern Kroot Tribe.
<Farseer Aranethyr> "In the Amphitheater, with the Exarch." Was simply replied, obviously not having the patience to deal with the Comorrghan or giving him the chance for his wrong humor and other unnecessary comments.
Kara'shanwe looked out of the window, taking in the view, both the lush forest and the wonders of the lake. She looked around the cabin, watching the faces of her team-mates at rest, enjoying the simple moment of not being at war.
<Architect> Across the lake "I bet Exodites would ride those to battle, if there were Eldar settlements here," said Minna. "And I would love to have one of their jawbones complete with teeth! I could put it around my bed and wall, circling the dragon skull with the daisies," she mused.
"I don't care if you despise me, or wish to kill me or see me killed," the Exarch told the Artisan, barely an emotion showing in his tone. "Just do your work and I will never speak to you again." He turned, immediately leaving the Artisan to his work. He had no desire to be near someone who clearly held such disdain for him, whose tone was filled with an aggressiveness that angered him. He kept himself to himself on his journey up to the chamber the Farseer had told him to use, not bothering to risk another conversation with these strangers. He would help them, die for them if necessary, but he would not be friends with them or even suffer their presence beyond duty's requirement if they were going to act like the Artisan did. When he reached the chamber, he began his communication with the infinity circuit to set up the shrine itself. It was a basic, classic design that could be created in a short amount of time - a triangular base, with a curved buttress rising from each corner to meet in the middle above the center of the platform. The area was not complete, but hopefully the Artisan would work his craft quickly so the Exarch didn't find himself waiting for too long.
<Artisan> The man sighed and shook his head in disappointment of him. No Eldar would wish to see any of his own kin killed. But that was what Exarchs were about and only could see: Death. That is why he disrespects them as he does, if you lose a sense of everything but the darkness that comes with death - Then why are you even still living? Just to deliver death, nothing else. And the only thing to save one from such never ending duty was to die in combat. But no matter of his personal preferences or emotions, he had agreed to perform his work. And so the man started to make his way over to the Halls of Vaul.
<Architect> Past the densest of the northern jungle, the Anamnialocii Serpent found itself upon a tangled cliff side, overseeing an enormous spiked wall with spiky barricades surrounding it... There were also helmets - trophies, from the Imperial Guard. "We have arrived..." Sighed the pilot. The Guardians shifted uncomfortably on their seats. "We can still turn back, say 'screw you' to that Shaper." Added Minna.
