In a rare act, the Apothecary removed the Corvus helmet and set it on the table beside him, revealing dark hair that was braided in rows close to the scalp. The ends of the braids had metal beads holding them together. The apothecary was scarred up over the face. Obviously the marine had seen numerous battles and experienced torture at the hands of enemies. He had prominent cheekbones and green eyes that surveyed his surroundings with a critical glance. Despite his initial appearance, there was gentler features that the marine carried, such as the curvature of his lips and the soft pointed jawline.

((Sort of something like this...))


He sat down in his more remote corner, fiddling with the narthecium that was on his arm. The marine went back to cleaning it, ignoring the Raptor and Painboy who were now interacting.

Another patron enters the bar but the door doesn't swing open. The next patron a mere termagaunt walks under the door. It quickly glances around the room with the look of a scared animal. It then scurried and hops onto a bar stool close to the apothecary. It glances with a hungry look at the narthecium then a look at the apothecary has it hopping a bar stool away for safety. It glances quickly at the selection in the bar and fires a flesh borer shot at the glass it wants. The drink bottle shatters from the force of the shot. It quickly jumps over the bar counter and starts to lap up the drink off the floor. Several more termagaunts enter the bar and preform a similair feat breaking bottles and then proceeding to lapping up the contents. One gets very close to the apothecary and another few start jumping on the orks table and lapping the orks drink from their glasses. A few termagaunts burst into flames after drinking some of tzencht's special drink and others get too drunk and fall to the ground. At the end of it the only termagaunt standing is the first one to enter the bar. It laps up the remaining special elixir when it screeches and a faint blue light emanates from it's mouth. It then to the surprise of everyone in the room says in a voice reminiscent of a child's " what is this place ?".

The Raptor leaves the ork boys and flies back to the bar where he promptly begins to hang upside down off the ceiling. "Why a den of debauchery and indulgence of course my little termaguant. You and your brood drink your fill of exotic ales and wines, but regal us all gathered here with stories of battle of great victories and eternal war!

The Apothecary tested out the equipment on the narthecium, carefully calibrating it as prayers to the Emperor were muttered. When the Apothecary saw that everything was to his standards, he examined the gleaming symbol of being a caretaker of brethren and geneseed with a slight smirk on his face. However the moment was spoiled by the many termagaunts that decided to plague the bar. The Apothecary had a displeased look on his face as he saw the mischievous and curious xenos roaming around him. He was almost tempted to reach for the plasma pistol he had in a holster on the left hip but he refrained from causing commotion where it was not needed.

In marches through the tavern doorway, or...rather, attempts to, thanks to his substantial girth and height, is Deathwing Terminator Sergeant Samson Sinclaire, who would be plainly unrecognizable by anyone within the tavern, aside from Apothecary Korvellius and Captain Ares.

Bearing bone-white Tactical Dreadnought Armour, his face was completely shrouded by the silver mask and respirator he wore, further obscured by the dark green hood over his head, his amber eyes darting from place to place as he makes an analysis of the area around him. Over his armour, he wore a forest-green robe, and upon it, a chest insignia which was composed of great, white wings and a lambda symbol in the center, denoting his dual, former allegiance to his parent Chapter and his current allegiance to the Alfa Legion. A hand curled and tightened around his red Storm Bolter upon noticing the Termagaunts roaming around the area, though, despite his loathing for their race, he slowly took his hand off, calming himself.

"...I heard there were drinks." His booming, filtered, metallic voice bellowed, with a slight hint of an accent to it. It was clear that he was unlike his rank and file Dark Angels battle-brothers, for this accent vaguely resembled that of the Britanian people of Terra.

The Apothecary lifted the Corvus helmet from the table and set upon his head. Corva secured the helmet tightly in his silent reverence for the armor he wore and the God-Emperor that he served dutifully. As the Apothecary was finishing the short prayer underneath his breath, the former Dark Angel Marine came into the establishment. When the Apothecary heard the booming familiar voice of a fellow Alfa Legionnaire, he turned his attention upon him. Corva would walk out from his more reclusive spot in the bar to greet another one of his Battle-Brothers. The marine strode towards Sergeant Sinclaire with purpose in each step. He stopped and gave a salute.

"Brother-Sergeant. I see you have made it to the party." Apothecary Korvellius would state dryly, although there was subtle amusement that peppered the statement. Training and experience had molded Corva from a hot-headed, stubborn neophyte into a marine with an iron resolve, quiet fervor, and a knack for painfully stating the obvious. "Welcome. I do recommend using prudence when drinking. Some of these beverages are potent enough to affect Astartes physiology, such as the Fenrisian Ale among other concoctions..."

"As I state again, like I said after that incident with Apothecary Zink...Gorox and Ish have honed you into a master of the obvious." Samson jests, a low chuckle bellowing from him. "Good to see you, Brother Corva."

The Dark Angel smiled from behind his mask, before peeling it off his face and unfurling his hood with his other hand, his smile now visible to the rest of the world. It seems...neater, today, less unkempt than previous days, as if he was trying to make himself look presentable. The Terminator put a hand to the Brother-Apothecary's pauldron.

"And I mean it, this time," he would continue. "I have not seen you for long."

Apothecary Korvellius would give a smirk behind the Corvus helmet. Although it was not visible to others, there was something in the movements of the Apothecary that suggested familiarity with the Brother-Sergeant. The Apothecary would place his narthecium hand towards the edge of the Terminator's pauldron for a moment, returning the gesture, although it looked awkward to see a shorter-than-the average marine reach up and pat the pauldron of the marine who towered over his brethren at an impressive height.

"Aye I suppose they have, Sergeant Sinclaire. I was quite unpolished when I was a neophyte. Sergeant Hjalmar had his hands full with me, although not as much as he had when we first had to deal with Brother Bioden's....geneflaw and his attitude. Eventually he was molded into a proper marine of course. Anyways, it is good to see you. I have been studying under the Chief Apothecary Gorox and Brother-Apothecary Ish, if you couldn't tell." Corva would give a soft chuckle. The marine did have a sense of humor, albeit dry.

The acting barkeep had just finished setting up a dart board using a gretchin as a board and squig teeth as darts. The new figure quickly drew his attention, he flew to were the two marines were talking. "Ah a newcomer and in such fine armor, what can I get you a tankard, a cask, perhaps a barrel! I have the strongest drinks in stock from the farthest reaches, and might I recommend our newest drink made from Khornes own bloodthirsters brewery located just south of the skull throne.

The Apothecary tensed slightly and turned towards the Raptor. Though he was not afraid of chaotic forces, it still made him uncomfortable to be around such things.Corva would look at the acting barkeep with a leery gaze from behind the visors of the Corvus helmet he wore.

"A Fenrisian Ale for the Brother-Sergeant here." Apothecary Korvellius would draw a pouch out from a utility pack on his belt. Inside the pouch were a couple of thrones that would be so shiny that it might attract the attention of a particular chapter known for their kleptomania if they saw them...