<Desek> A command node, how delightful. Hiding his irritation at the sudden switch over forced upon him he resigned himself to it. "Liriasol, aim on the Shaper if this gets ugly I want their leadership beheaded before they can even manage a single strike. " "I would think both our warriors require rest at this point. Seeing as you apparently have new homes to settle and clean I would suggest we part the bulk of our forces and allow them some time to heal while we work out the finer details. Is this agreeable? "
Veillon stayed quiet, though stood by the Eldar with his sword gripped in his hand and his eyes on the Kroot Shaper with an unmatched intensity. It would seem quite clear to all involved that if the Shaper took a single step out of line, the Exarch would be upon him within a second. "I need no rest," he calmly explained. "I can continue to fight if need be, though there may be some here who require an Exarch to steady their minds and preserve their sanity and if so, I will stay and help to keep people away from my own condition."
<Aspect Warrior> 'Or drag them further into the insanity, like my own Exarch...' Rharijem thought silently to himself, darting his eyes at the Exarch. Shaking his head in disapproval of Exarchs. It was not blind hatred, he was just going to be... Cautious about them.
<Kroot Shaper> THe shaper cocked his head to the side and eyed the exarch noticing the tight grip on his sword. After waiting and waiting for a response the shaper spoke again. "I agree to this, my people will eat the dead here and then rest. You can find us here when you need us." The kroot then roars and the warriors disperse and beginning feasting.
<Desek> "Loud and clear. " Like that he fell outwardly silent and began commanding the rest through telepathy. "Everyone pull back a safe distance from the camp, rest and restore yourselves. Veillon tend to our warrior's spirits please. I shall remain here and speak with the Shaper. " Stowing away his Witch Blade he trails after the Kroot. "So then, what is it I may refer to you as? "
<Kroot Shaper> "My name is Turmak'Ma." The shaper spoke once more in his gravelly voice as most kroot do. He then made a tribal salute.
<Desek> Studying the gesture carefully the Warlock spoke up. "You may call me Desek then Turmak'Ma. " It was rough but he made a point of mimicking the gesture as best possible, in his time he had needed to do such with many different races that his Craftworld had come into dealings with through their venerated Farseer. "Can you fill me in on what exactly transpired to lead to this assault and apparent test of loyalty or whatever you wish to call it? "
<Kroot Shaper> Turmak'Ma nodded and spoke." This rival tribe has been at odds with us for centuries. They would take our lands and kill our younglings before they could truly be a part of the pack. My shaper made me promise that as soon as he passed I was to do whatever possible to destroy the Ramaka. With his passing I became shaper and intended to fulfill my oath. That is when you arrived. I never doubted your loyalt or trustworthiness. Simply your mettle, and I know your people, you do no care for others, only yourselves and so the only way for me to achieve this goal was to trick you into fighting for my tribe." Turmak'Ma spoke calmly and his voice didn't seem ti grow in ire when he mentioned the selfishness of the Eldar.
<Desek> "Shrewd. Well since we've gotten past that I would like to know more about your tribe, how large, how strong, what are your specialties and how often have you clashed with the Humans? " Desek crossed his arms behind his back, feeling the adrenaline rush and his own ire dim now that things were more peaceful.
