Tyresius stopped; a short, congested sniff followed by a long one was heard from him. "I smell.....Rot.....Decay.....like my own, but...smaller...younger..." He turned to see a welcoming sight! A Corpse of rotting flesh, beneath an armored shell! Nurgle be praised! He would not be a lone Nurglite on this voyage! "You have indeed found the correct place, Little one! Be Welcome, It warms my Rotting heart that I will not be the sole child of Nurgle on this vessel!"
"Tau. Blue guys, come in five different flavors: Fire, Water, Earth, Air and Heavenly. Pretty nice guys as long as you don't insult their concept of a Greater Good and like to do your fair share of work. Also I appreciate you worrying about me, only means you are my friend, Malrak!" Lurielle smiled wide. Yet the Tzeentchian could sense or observe something out of place, she was not phased at all about the idea of something horrible happening in life and, or death. After all.... How would a nice girl like her survive in this hell-hole to begin with? Perhaps it may start to dawn at least on the Tzeentchian that she is not as innocent as she plays to be. + @seabass "You must belong to the king of the dump, you look like utter Krootox dung." Lurielle noted to the creature which even managed to talk, gesturing with her head to the Nurglite over at the ramp. Immediately a hand was on her nose again, fearing he might stink as horrible as Tyresius. "Just stay away from me, please and thank you. Oh and my name is Lurielle by the way." Even though she was disgusted, she did her best to still sound nice, after her initial insult-introduction.
@Uriel1339 @seabass @TuskatheDaemonKilla @Maleth @Vulpas @Grall_Stonefist @BuriasDempsey @Xaphen Marius seemed a little taken back by the newly arrived servant of Nurgle. He shook his head at Enyo, "You mistake what is offered...*cough*...Those willingly taken from here are not slaves by any stretch of the word." Marius turned back and walked over to Lurielle with the same smile glued upon his face as before. He spoke again in a very interested voice, "You flatter me more than I deserve, Lurielle of Dal'yth. Though that innocence I continue to see within those beautiful eyes of yours continue to just suck me in. I fear that-..." Suddenly a new much more flamboyant, interested, and seemingly threatening voice cut off Marius and echoed through loading dock Alpha Thirteen, causing many of the slaves to work faster or disappear, "You fear that what, Marius? You fear that you will have your way with this girl, who is my honored guest." Yet again this man, dressed in purple and black and walking with a cane, appeared within the station. He began to walk towards the group and Marius. Vilanica was quick to look at the ground after hearing the tone of the man's voice. The man had a creepy grin on his face as he stared at Marius, "I am afraid you fear the wrong thing, Marius. I think you have forgotten the rules of -my- ship, grown to comfortable, and thereby forgotten your place. I -fear- what I may do to you if you do not leave from my sight and wipe this girl from every corner of your mind..." The man paused just outside the group, glaring at Marius. Marius bowed his head and spoke in a humbled voice, "Of course, my Lord." Marius then turned and walked up the ramp, back into the depths of the ship. The man then looked to the group and with his arms extended outward, bowed and spoke, "Allow my to introduce myself, I am the Artisan of Excess, the Promulgator of Pleasure, the Principal of Pain...but you may all simply call me, Lord Asmodeus. I may not be the first to welcome you to the Third Circle, but I assure you that I shall be the most memorable. Now, while I am sure you all have a great deal of questions for me, they can wait until you all have been taken care of and shown the extent of my blessings." He looked to Vilanica and clapped, "You will show our guest to their quarters and where they may freshen up, should they choose. Then ensure they find their way to the great hall where all their questions would be answered. Now, if all would excuse me, I have only a few more things to attend to before we speak again." And with that he walked past them is his very egotistical and formal manor, straight up the ramp, and into the ship. Vilanica raised her head and looked to the group, "If you would all follow me, and do please stay close as this ship can be quite confusing at first." With that she walked up the ramp, leading the rest of the group who would follow behind her. At first, they walked down a long dark hall to a set of doors that opened quickly, making it so the group did not have to pause. The hall the doors gave way to would be a glorious sight to those who had been stuck with The Hole for a long period of time. The walls themselves were a dark, dark purple. The floor was black but a wide royal purple carpet with golden designs covered the center. As they followed the Dark Eldar, they would see glorious and detailed paintings depicting various things from massive orgies to horrific scenes of tortured souls screaming out. Also, every so often they would see large, detailed sculptures depicting various men and women wearing nothing. After a few moments of walking, Vilanica would begin giving each one of the members a room of their own, each room being fairly similar. Upon each member entering their rooms, the would be somewhat amazed by just how nice they were considering they had only just met this Lord Asmodeus. The walls were either that of deep blue or deep purple, with a carpet that would massage the feet should one remove their footwear. Each room was lit by a single chandelier made of some bluish crystal and made with master level craftsmanship. Various paints, similar to those within the halls, hung throughout the room. A large and very soft bed, that had an absurd amount of pillows, sat in the corner of the room. The bathrooms, that each room had, were equally glorious as they all seemed to be trimmed in gold with a bath that could easily fit five within. Once one was finished within their room, a slave dressed in purple with a black veil over their face would be found waiting outside each door to guide them to the great hall. The walk there would similar to the one to their rooms, however; this time they would be stopped by two slaves standing before two large golden doors. The two slaves would bow before using all their strength to open up the clearly heavy doors. The room they gave way to, would further push the senses. Its high, purple ceilings adorned with arches and large chandeliers seemed to almost reflect the room below it was so clean. Large, black marble columns stretch up to the ceiling supporting and accenting the rooms design. The floor itself was constructed of maroon, white, and black title arranged in a beautiful pattern. White-clothed tables covered in delicious food and fine wines, surrounded by golden chairs filled the room. Every chair was taken by various people and aliens, all seeming to have a marvelous time. Some danced or sang. Others drank, eat, and discussed passion. While others seemed to have already have drank to much and could be found embracing each other, kissing, hugging, or on the floor furthering their fun, caring little for who saw. At the far side of the room stood Asmodeus with open arms at the head of the only empty table. His voice was welcoming and when he spoke, continued to party but did so a little bit more quietly, "Welcome, my honored guests, to the Third Circle. Please sit down and enjoy yourselves while we discuss business." He then sat down and quickly whipped a napkin before placing it into his collar. He then took a sip of wine and a bit of food before looking to everyone, "So, who will be the blessed first?" Visual Aids: Lord Asmodeus: Spoiler Rooms: Spoiler The Great Hall: Spoiler
Enyo gave a head nod to the Plague Marine. Even if he didn't show it, or really could he was proud to have another Warrior of Nurgle with him. A Astarte never the less. The Tau women didn't get any reaction, he just stood there with the usual menacing stare and before he knew it the new room was presented to him.It was beyond belief, something that was found only on paradise worlds of the Imperium. It absolutely disgusted him. A remodeling would have to be made before he could set down here. Enyo looked at the nearest bulkhead and let out a long toxixc breath too it. Almost instant a mark of Nurgle appeared on the wall and began to spread its filth along the walls. Before he could see the work of the pestilence complete the room, a human slave disturbed him. At first he thought it was his first meal, how nice of his new lord to already feed him, but before he could nom down the slave began to walk away with others. Obviously he was being led away instead, with a shrug he followed the frail thing to the Hall. It was as disgusting as his room.
~~ The Walk ~~ At this point she wasn't surprised that Marius got another whiplash, even if only mentally this time. Nonetheless she was glad that this Lord Asmodeus showed his face. Even though it wasn't her taste, he still looked good. For go-figure how old he is anyway. She looked after him as he walked past them. One should know and take a good look at the future leader. After he was gone, she quickly followed the Wych, next to her Comorrite-'friend'. The hallways were quite.... Freely decorated. Lurielle found herself more than once looking shyly away and blushing slightly at the various sexual pieces of statues and paintings. Though there was a gasp or two at some of the more horrendous pieces, too. The detailed imagery of tortured souls made her quite think of what Malrak said in regards of Marius. Perhaps she should tread more carefully, then again, perhaps they should treat her with more care, too. The Pulse Rifle was not just for show, after all. Neither was the knife on her waist. But overall it was perhaps a too detailed image of her future. Best was to stick to individuals such as Malrak and Latrynix who seemed more connected to reality and more away from.... That. ~~ Rooms ~~ @Maleth "Well it seems we all get our own room. But, you know. If the adviser even react in such.... Way. I don't want to know what the commoners do. And I always believed in the concept of strength in numbers. Sooo if you are still up to it. I wouldn't mind sharing a room. Given the circumstance of just one bed as it seems, I of course would take the couch to sleep. Wouldn't want a grumpy Commorrite... And well, I slept on the ground, the couch cannot be much worse." Lurielle suggested, standing in the door that was designated to Latrynix, talking while looking into the room, quite taken aback by it's flamboyant design and excessive amount of comfort. She wasn't sure whether this was to be heaven or hell. But surely it was better than anything she had back on Dal'yth and definitely better than even the richest ones could afford on The Hole. ~~ Great Hall ~~ @ Everyone After one way or another clearing the housing situation the former Fire Warrior, still in full gear and only a washed face and straightened hair made it to the glorious large hall. She made sure to give her servant a nice, friendly, sisterly hug before entering - as a token of appreciation. She sighed significantly when lovers were already expressing themselves in pure freedom on the floor, looking instead on the ceiling she walked rather hastily over to the empty table. She took a seat close enough to Asmodeus, but far enough to be not right next to him. "Quite a place you have, Lord Asmodeus. And I simply must appreciate that we get more than just bunks, much more. So I am not sure whether it is to lure us further in, or if that's just how you treat your soldiers. Either way, I am most gracious for you having made a stop on this forsaken station and giving the most simplest of individuals a new, better home. But it almost seems too good to be true." Lurielle admitted, fixing herself by pulling closer into the table. "Oh my manners, forgive me, Lord Asmodeus. My name is Lurielle, I come from the humble world of Dal'yth. And you shall have my rifle." There was little question that there was even room for negotiating anything after this sort of display. And she wanted to have him only good memories of her. Because if anything should happen in the future, she had better luck with him on her good side, and she somewhat owed him already in chasing Marius off.
@matt23 Tyresius made his introduction to Lord Asmodeus. "I am Tyresius Locudus. Plague Marine of the Deathguard. As long as what tasks you have for me to do in your service are satisfactory, I will fell your enemies in the name of the Plague Lord!"
Before entering Malrak was considering his next choice of words when an even more flamboyant figure came into view who indrocied himself as the lord of the ship. Thank Tzeentch is all Malrak thought to himself as this man clearly had authority over that other one that sought to take the only person here that is energetic enough to genuinely amuse him during conversation. When they were lead inside by the other dark eldar woman he placed his feet back onto the ground and walked with them. The walk The trek through the halls of the ship was, interesting but not totally unexpected from followers of Slaanesh. Malrak personally had no need for such things and simply ignored the explicit paintings but also taking note if they made any of the other proposed crew members uncomfortable. The edition of another devotee of Nurgle was, disappointing to put it politely but it could have been worse. As much as he would have liked it having another Tzeentchian psyker aboard would only greatly complicate things and a Khornate would just be a screaming blood fueled maniac. So those undivided or uninitiated would suit him just fine as companions or at the very least gun toting shields to be infront of him during times of unavoidable violence. He would continue pondering until he was directed into a room that supposedly would belong to him. The room Upon entering Makrak was actually surprised in the level of quality his accommodations were. Then again for someone that had been living in a homeless man's shack for an undisclosed time anything that had an actual bed in it was impressive. Non the less he imidiatly took off his cumbersome armor and weapons that he figured he wouldn't need at the moment and placed them around the room where he saw fit. Now just dressed in his cloak and the simple robe he wore under his armor he felt much more comfortable and with his cloak on he really didn't look that much different without the armor though his face was only hidden under a large hood now rather than the helmet. He obviously wouldn't be nearly as well protected but his comfort took priority and if anyone was stupid enough to attack him they would simply be turned to dust. He then noticed a slave was at his door so he grabbed his staff and used it like a walking stick as he was lead to the great hall. Great Hall Once again the sight of beings engaging in physical displays of love and passion didn't take Malrak by surprise but unlike lifeless pictures these made sounds that even his usually uninterested mind was having a hard time ignoring. He simply pulled his hood down further with a blue clawed hand and followed the rest if the group to an empty table. He took a seat far away from where the nurglites sat and leaned his staff agianst the table. "My name is Malrak Skyruss and if this ship has a library I would like to have access to it. I have come aboard this ship to seek knowledge that can not be found on that decrepit excuse for a mining station and if I must serve you to gain the knowledge I seek then so be it." He said bluntly but not without some respect after all he still valued his own life. Without his mask distorting his voice he sounded much younger, not as young as Lurielle but still younger than most of the group.
-Entering the ship Felana followed the group as they were lead to her rooms in her mind she was amazed and also disturbed by the level of detail some put frigfhten in her others amazement and a bit of embarishment by the figures in the painting. As Felana walked by the Marble statutes master crafted detail that she had never seen not even in the spire on one of her more bloodier missions against a noble. -Room As she was taken to her room she wondered if sure would have to share with one of the others only to find that she would be on her own in such a room. A partial tear went down her eye as she thought what possible goods could come from this and a possible future working for the Lord asmodeus. Deciding it maybe could to show up a bit cleaner for the lord Felana decided to clean up her armor and her own body as she began taking off and assembling her armor piece by piece and placing them on the other side of her room beside her back pack and power pack charging her main suit. Only now in her body suit she tool herself a pair of cloths to wear after bathing before taking a shower. As she did this she began to think more and more on her current situation she began wondering about the added dangers it would likely bring. Failing or angering the lord could possibly result in a fate worse then death, wondering back on the pictures in the hall she wondered if they were done by a artist that watched the events. Dispelling the thoughts in her head she decided not to stew on what could be and what was now. Felana finishing her shower turned off the water at helped clean her pale skin. Putting on grey tank top, a white dress shirt and her black jeans and black bomber jacket and tying her hair back in a knot she gave herself a final look over. Looking to her left hand and its in human features she decided to put on some leather gloves Felana had from her carapace armor, looking to her mouth she looked at her teeth Felana knew she could hide those but she could at least makes herself presentable to her employer. Heading into her room she went to clean situating her armor with a rag she had for the job taking a few minutes to clean it before taking her belt and leg pieces off and puting them over her dress cloths, putting her side arm and her whip on her belt she was greater by a slave seamingly waiting to guide her to the great hall. -Great hall Following them to great hall Felana was struck with amazement and surprise as she entered the great hall the amount of people partying to the amount of people in the room enjoying themselves and eachother was overwhelming to her senses and herself. Making her way through the great hall she reached the table that was set out for them and sat near Lurielle. As Felana heard the others speak a part of her face changed situating to suprised to hear of Malrak's last name. A named poping up from the pass making if she was related to someone her mother and father knew pushing those thoughts back she looked to great herself to Lord asmodeus. "It is a honor Lord Asmodeus to be invited aboard your ship, and I would like to ask the honor of working and improving my skills as a flesh shaper and medicae working for you and your forces and my name is Felana Lumen " Felana said being polite and professional as she could be to give a good impression on Lord Asmodeus.
As they where shown around the ship, Beowulf kept to himself, he attempted to accustom himself to the smells and sights, though that could indeed be somewhat overwhelming in due to the sheer amount of slanneshy influence upon this place, Beowulf was one who did enjoy luxury, way more than many of his kin, but much of this was too much towards decadence, a thing he did not too much enjoy, but now he atleast knew what to expect. Their rooms where much the same, he would rearrange it himself, something more fitting for one like him, it wouldn't be too hard given the sheer amount of material present, stuff surely nice for a mortal. Everything about the great hall was as expected by now, Beowulf not finding himself taken aback, he had seen slanneshy dens, though atleast this one despite some was fairly clean, no visible humongus fuses of flesh and whatever could exist. Beowulf let people introduce themselves before once again needing to introduce himself. "My name is Beowulf, i am a slayer, and i have rarely seen a ship with same decadent grandour" He said, though he knew that the cleanliness here could only mean that the foul had been stowed else where, the slaves properbly lived as usual slaves of chaos.
If the things that a person owns speak anything of their owner, the word opulence would be practically be shouted right about now. Passing dozens of statues of little importance, carpeted hallways, and paintings of vigorous 'activities', she thought to herself 'And the bastard adviser said I had something to prove?' she mused to herself. Though the paintings of pain being inflicted on one another shook some of the mirth out her mind, reminding her that their hosts were not always just about doing normal things of pleasure that average people would partake in and this was a lord and vessel dedicated to the Dark prince. The rooms they were given were just served as more examples of their lord's taste and while they were certainly nicer than any place she found to sleep ever in her life, it still didn't sit quiet right with her. Like she's being forced to owe something she didn't agree on by being given something so nice that there had to be strings attached to it somehow. She wondered what the others thought of these rooms, seeing them go into them without much hesitation. Well, except for Luriel who was chatting up that dark eldar woman again. What she hoped to gain by doing that she would never know. After entering the room that was designated to be hers, she took off her armor and gear with some reluctance before putting them on a stand with great care. She wore now only the a black fatigue shirt and pants with her leather combat boots while keeping a holster with her bolt pistol at her hips. She would be polite, but not unarmed. Undoing the tight bun her raven hair was in, she gave it a combing to straighten it out before being satisfied that she was presentable. A not a moment too soon when she saw the slave waiting just outside her door. Being brought into the great hall, she began wondering if every square inch of this ship had the similar treatment in being so thoroughly decorated. The slave areas were probably where it ended, or some 'alternative' decorations might begin. She would be lying if she said the food and drink didn't smelled good to her, if there wasn't a bunch of humans and aliens going at it on the floor like dogs next to them. "Eva Kronen from the Tyrant's Legion, gun and blade for hire Lord Asmodeus." She introduced herself after the Space wolf, keeping it short and simple. These people didn't seem the kind to entertain the slightest insult if what happen between the lord and his adviser earlier was anything to go on.
