The Apothecary would laugh softly at the Sorcerer, slowing his laugh to a gentle chuckle. Holding the Corvus helmet under one arm, Corva would give a tilt of the head, eyeing the Sorcerer with a slight bemusement within dark olivine colored eyes. The marine would brush aside some of the ebon hair that fell over his forehead so that it would not bother Corva. There was something almost pretty about his handsome face, if there were not so many scars marring it. With a tenor voice, the Apothecary then addressed the Sorcerer.

"You are not the first crazy Sorcerer I have run into. Believe me, there are far more odd characters than you that I have witnessed. There is quite an unique chapter that I come from. We call our homeworld Swedesia and we are known for our odd tactics in battle, such as a preference of sending in our marines in an overwhelming strike force of drop pods. It is an odd legion for sure, but our oddities are used in the Emperor's name."

-chuckles menecingly under his breath- Indeed I am loyalist.... Many men tremble at the site of a daemon prince particular one of khorne, your resolve is indeed strong and with that you have my admiration

-he levitates the vial of special brew which had miracuelously refilled and slowly levitated it just below your chin-

You wanted a surprise so will you test your bravery and be at the mercy of my lord?

I have indeed heard of your Legion, I have studied the heretical texts of the Fresh Sorcerer and one day would love to study under him to augment my power... He indeed is gifted with many blessings of Tzeentch your chapter is indeed wise to employ in his services....

There was a 'ZZZZAP!' sound that resounded outside the pub, the smell of iron lingering near the entrance. Those with the witch-sight would know that someone went and teleported nearby. There was the sound of ceramite boots coming closer, and the door swung open as a Space Marine captain walked in.

What was most striking about him is the two tubes sticking out from his Power Unit - each one with an embedded circle near both the top end and the bottom end - and they are still crackling with energy, which died off shortly after he entered. The Power Unit itself had a single glass orb glowing at the center at the back - with a black Lambda set against it. The Power Unit's vents are decorated to

An Iron Halo surrounded his helmet - more of an Adamantium construct covered in brass, reminiscent of a saint's aura around one's head - and a black cloak with yellow detailing flowed behind, shortened to the point of not touching the ground - for practicality's sake. A warrior is not gonna end up well if he trips over his own cloak eh?

The left Shoulderpad is inscribed with many, many writings - presumably oaths, prayers, sanctifications. But it is dominated by a Lambda-esque shape, with a white skull embedded onto it. The other Shoulderpad is of a grey-blue, displaying his Chapter's Symbol; A Circle, bisected in the middle by a surrounding yellow trim. There are two white inlays that are surrounded by a second trim of the same blue, each of which depicts a symbol; One half, a Lambda. The other half, what appears to be a bald astartes in red and gold armour - people may recognise him, people may not. Both of the Shoulderpads have a Black trim.

There is a tunic-like robe covering the chestplate, but those with a keen eye would recognise it as a MK3 Iron Chestplate - with a red gem set in the middle of the brass Aquila.

The Legplates are different from each other - one of them is inscribed with writing, rather like the left Shoulderpad, while the right one carried the number 'XII', and the nameplate near the bottom spelt out 'Lagg'. Who knows what that earned that.

The Captain looked around the room, taking the time to momentarily scrutinise each and every one of the people in the pub - Of course, whenever he looked to a Loyalist, he would nod in silent greeting. Looking to Corva, he uttered a chuckle. "Apothecary Corva." He spoke in a friendly tone, a way of a greeting.

He then looked to the Sorcerer Xelioks, before placing his left hand on his chestplate - over his heart. Strange for such a gesture to be made, but perhaps he is merely being polite, feigning trust. He is a loyalist after all.

"You may know me as Ares Gildeon, Captain of the Alfa Legion Chapter's 12th Company... and I have heard rumours of this little place. So I decided to check it out."

He then looked at the selection of tonics, ales, and what-have-you that is available. He then looked to the Sorcerer, emitting a chuckle, before walking to take a seat.

"A tale you shall hear from me then, in return though... I ask for that special brew of yours. It sounds intriguing enough.

Well, here goes nothing... There was once a dark peroid in our Chapter's History... when all the ale and tonics all the alcohol that we have been hoarding and enjoying vanished in a single night. There is of course, rumours... that the current Chapter Master of the time - Alfabusa himself - heeded the foolish advice of a Sorcerer of Chaos, and... used up all the Alcohol for his rather large underground garden, thinking that his plants would grow bigger and stronger and more... prickly, if he somehow went and drowned them all in it. Of course, this naturally set the entire Chapter into a depression... and the plants died from the Alcohol poisoning, so Alfabusa too fell to depression. Everyone but the few who barely indulged in Alcohol was terribly upset.

The Chapter's home world - Swedesia - is at a peculiar spot of the galaxy. A place where the veil between reality and the warp is thin. So when the majority of us went into a massive depression, this gave cause to effect - some Daemons of Nurgle took notice, and decided it would be a very good opportunity to go and fuck everything up. So a little invasion went ahead. Slowly at first, because it was not bloody easy opening a portal just like that - but nonetheless, they got into reality.

Those of us that were not depressed and wallowing in grief over the loss of Alcohol (or in the case of our then-indisposed Chapter Master, grief over the loss of some stupid plants) tried our best to defend against the invasion. We did everything we could, but the warp portal in the middle of the Ice-blasted wastelands refused to give. It was rather like a parody of the Blood Raven's Aurelian Crusades - except there was no backstabbing failures from the Black Legion to fuck everything up.

Anyway, at one point a Vanguard Veteran Sergeant had a brilliant idea. He got back to the Fortress Monestary, and started spreading news - propaganda would be the appropriate term - that it was the Nurglites who went and stole all the damn alcohol. This naturally got the rest of the Chapter very much roused up in anger. Everyone quickly mobilised - and with a hammerblow, we cut the Daemonic Invasion to the source, and sealed the rift. Everyone was happy.

...well except for the Chapter Master. He had to regrow his garden again. All, but that Veteran Sergeant knew of the truth, and had kept it mostly to himself even to this day... Ehehehehe."

The Captain now reached with his left arm - There is a very strange mechanical wirring as it was extended, as if there is no flesh there underneath the power armour, but rather electronics and metal. His arm must be Bionic. "Now, if you don't mind, I would like to try the Special Brew, unless my tale is unsatisfactory."

"Hmm" I pondered for a moment but i nodded in silent agreement "Indeed your tale is satisfactory, however as a personal question, from which do you take your gene seed? My own hypothesis is that you took the gene seed of Commander Boreale and Captain Diomedes blended it and then infused yourselves... Heh, wouldn't surprise me as that would make any loyalist chapter strong however so that the forces of chaos have tainted me I will admit I do not underestimate the power of the Alfa Legion."

-The sorcerer waves his hands around in complicated arcs and muttering to himself in a long forgotten language a burst of white lightning and red warp energy swirled in a controlled miniature vortex before dissipating into nothingness an exact replica of the same special brew he not so long ago tempted Corva with appeared here if you were to turn to where the apothecary is sitting the same special brew still remained-

-A indescribable noise seems to pass over the sorcerers lips and you cannot tell whether it is a choking sound or the sound of someone chuckling-

"Then i shall extend the same sentiment to you as I had done your brother will you imbibe this tonic and be at the will of my master? The Fateweaver may smile upon you yet legionnaire..."

"My geneseed does not come from either of those two - Diomedes is a warrior, a brave one... but stubborn, and loyal to a fault. Boreale... well... He is no doubt an able warrior himself, but he is not a commander. I would not have wished for my Geneseed to have come from either of them, no... The Chapter's origins are darker, and shrouded in history... Some would say we are descendants of the Vlka Fenryka - The Emperor's loyal Space Wolves. But other theories say that we are descendants of legionnaires that stayed loyal despite the treachery of their Gene-father, or Primarch if you prefer. We may never know the full truth..."

The Captain took the tonic, looking at it for a few seconds. He then placed it down, and took his time to take off his helmet, and set it down at the table - The top of his scalp is shaven, but otherwise he appears to have dark-blonde hair. A combination of a beard under the chin, and sideburns are there, and his eyes are peircing blue.

He seemed quite unsure as he took the tonic again... before taking a good gulp of it, effectively finishing the drought in one go.

He blinked. His eyes widened. He dropped the now-empty bottle of the special brew. Luckily, it did not shatter - instead it simply bounced off his ceramite boot and proceeded to roll across the floor until it slowed to a stop.

He simply sat there, rather paralysed for a few seconds. Then very much involuntarily, he uttered a word - or perhaps a sound - very clearly.

"Meem."

He shook slightly, and then quickly placed his helmet back on, before quickly getting up. "Thank for the drink, I now must head off." He said rather hastily. He then turned and rather quickly strode out of the door. Why he went away so suddenly is up to debate.

-A voice resonates in your mind it sounds alien like it knew what language was but it couldn't convey it in a normal way like it was constructed.-

"You now possess the power of the Witchsight, your prowess with your mind has greatly increased you'll find cognitive function an ease and will be able to process data much faster. You may also see into the warp but your vision is limited as you are not naturally a psyker or an astropath but, it may help you if danger is imminent guard it well child I'll be watching..."

-The voice reverberates in your mind for a while before vanishing into a loud feedback your ears start to bleed a little but, no permanent damage has occurred.-

-You can hear the faint hysterical laughter of the Sorcerer which sounded like rusted gears on a old worn down baneblade-

He grab the vial and drinks it all at once. "Bravery, something heretics have lost long ago."

Corva gave a nod of the head as the marine walked over to Ares, Captain of the 12th Company of the Alfa Legion. The marine's rather boyish face had a grin as he beheld him. As the marine turned, the mark of the 12th company was upon one of the tan pauldrons of the apothecary. Corva was an apothecary that was assigned under Ares Gildeon's command. With a firm salute of the hand not burdened with the narthecium, Corva greeted Ares.

"Captain. A pleasure to see you around here. I had thought you had gotten lost in the Warp."

The apothecary's tenor voice chuckled softly as the marine let his hand go back down after the salute.

"Oh, that reminds me, Captain. The Apothecarion has sent me a message regarding you. Your progenoids are almost ready for yet another extraction. Your last extraction was four and three-quarter years ago."

Corva would then turn to the Sorcerer.

"As for the geneseed of the Alfa Legion, I can answer to that. You see, there are many strains of geneseed that our Apothecarion holds. The actual Alfa Legion geneseed is impure itself, having many components of other geneseeds in the mix, which makes it unique. We have also acquired Blood Raven and even a small strain of geneseed from the Vlka Fenryka, as my Captain has stated. Unfortunately, there are two "hybrid" geneseed types, the most prevalent type being "Alfa Raven". While those of Alfa Raven geneseed do not suffer from the hair loss that is common with 'pure' Alfa Legion geneseed, they seem to suffer from an intense kleptomania as well as the loss of REM sleep."