OOC Van Morten is in his quarters, so feel free to continue from there, like you wanted <Canteen> But the other figure didn't even move from his seat, his scared face showing blue eyes staring intently on Steinar, however there was no hostility in them, only curiosity. <Tavec Team#1> "Well Sister, I have as much idea about it as you have, perhaps less since you are the expert on Imperial Faith here, not me," the smuggler sighed as he fought against the weather. Soon, high spires loomed in front of them of a tall building defying the strong wind, a symbol of the Imperium standing amidst the darkness of the universe. Couple of torches burned on some of the towers, but they were few and far between. Also, couple of lights could be seen behind windows further around the Cathedral itself, so it didn't look completely abandoned but the lack of personnel was obvious. Their shuttle landed on a landing platform on one of the spires, four twin-linked heavy bolter defensive turrets not even acknowledging their presence. Not to mention there was no one to greet them, only cold wind and rain. "Here we are," Soriano said as he opened the ramp, "Say hello to those who you find inside, I'm staying here and guarding the ship." <Gaius Team#2> Rows upon rows of graves filled the surface of Gelorn. Eventually, the Howling Griffon landed the Thunderhawk one one 'crossroad', not wanting to defile people who were put to rest here. "Source of the signal is couple of miles to the west and it seems it's coming from somewhere below the ground." At the same moment, all four of the teammates were shown a red dot on their hud map, pointing them towards their objective. "I've landed us here in case of possible attack, so you could advance on foot and perhaps surprise those who have placed the signal there. I'll remain here and defend our transport. May the Emperor watch over you brothers," Gaius said as the ramp slowly opened, the team greeted by strong wind and rain.
"Thank you brother" as he spoke tempestus walked down the ramp at the front of the brothers his searchlights turning on to iluminate the path infront of him "shal we brothers" with that he waited for the others
<Steinar GREYWOLD!> OOC: Can I recognize power armor color, chapter badge if it's deathwatch like my own, etc.? The Space Wolf narrowed his eyes and marched up to the figure. "You are interested in me. While I know we children of Fenris are always quite an interesting view... I can smell that your intentions are different than simple curiosity. Talk, if you don't want to be embarrassed in front of the Angelfalls crew by failing in a challenge against me." Steinar said with gritting teeth, that uncanny feeling from before travelling down his spine.
Draconion stands in silence, unable to reply as Van Morten leaves the Librarium. As the doors slide shut behind the Inquisitor's departing back, Draconion's brow furrows in consternation as he considers Van Morten's ominous hints, turning them over and over in his mind. Already, the team has had not one but two traitors in its midst, and the possibility that the rot could go all the way to the top is not something to be easily dismissed. And yet, Marmaroth's record was nothing short of stellar when he first made inquiries into the man upon first receiving his invitation to join his team, and that had been his first impetus to accept said invitation. Quite apart from anything else, without any clear evidence of wrongdoing, it would go against both honour and etiquette to invasively investigate both a commander and a brother Astartes, simply on the word of an Inquisitor he did not know well. That said, getting to know the man better through more honourable means was the prudent middle path. Running a new search on the Librarius cogitator, he calls up all the history he can on Marmaroth's service record, both under his current name as well as the name he previously bore - Stevanus. [OOC: Details dependent on Colapse.] Once done with his research, he secures the cogitator workstation and files his notes away in secure storage for future reference. Leaving a message for Van Morten as to his whereabouts, he betakes himself to the observatory deck, located on the highest level of the aft spire, well above the bridge. Stepping through the airlock into the void of space, he removes his helmet and maglocks it to his armour. The meditative discipline of holding his breath in space has always been a useful focus when reading the stars, and he needs all the focus he can for this reading. Taking an old-fashioned brass sextant from his belt, he takes sightings on several different stars, beginning with Sol. With a piece of red chalk, he makes markings on the deck plates at his feet that correspond to the stars, sigils of seeking and revelation, of piercing the veils of fate and unravelling the threads of causality. Most importantly also, with a small, handheld crucible and burner, he traces wards in molten lead against delusion and malevolent deception in a circle about himself, the metal cooling and solifying rapidly in the frigid void. His preparations done, he kneels and sights along each row of markings at the stars they point towards, allowing his focus to soften and his mind to open to the patterns they form as they drift with infinite slowness across his vision. Each time, he slowly thumbs a rosary of teeth and bones while reciting silently, Blessed Emperor, Ordainer of the Stars, Open now your servant's eyes and enlighten my mind. Pierce the veils of fate And reveal unto me the truth: What hand guides Marmaroth? Is it a force for the good or ill of Mankind? [OOC: Performing Divination using a star-reading methodology, while employing his psy-focus (drake tooth and bone rosary).]
OOC you can recognize everything It's bro Kajar! The man smiled, his black Deathwatch armor bearing a symbol of a white skull with three red lightning bolts shooting from it at 120-degree angles, as he kept drinking his water. "Cougar growls at the still water. Does he feel threatened by the circles on its surface?" was the only thing the man said to the Space Wolf before he went back to his food.
<Steinar 'must act careful now' Greywold> OOC: NOOOO WHY THE SUPER CHAMPION! TAKE HIM AWAY TAKE HIM AWAY NOOOOO! "You must be the Angelfalls champion..." Just now he recognized the way of talking and the symbols, which means the uncanny instinct must come from somewhere else, or the power of the Storm Lord radiated until Steinar himself. He was perhaps a foolish Blood Claw, but this would be almost as if challenging a Wolf Lords personal guard, Steinar was not THAT foolish. "I thought you for someone... Something else." And with that the Space Wolf walked back to the ordering desk.
<Storm Lord Kajar> But the figure spoke before Steinar left, his scared face somehow showing kindness before anything else. "Sniffing before pouncing," the man nodded in approval, "He wouldn't be the king of the savanna if not for that. The dark wind blows, but the water stays still and smiles."
<Steinar 'I don't like Riddles' Greywold> "I challenge only if I know I have a chance of success. I am a lone Space Wolf in the midst of a suspicious pack. I cannot yet rely on the other members, if I would be among those of Fenris, no question, I may have challenged you, Riddle-Champion." Steinar grinned playful, with his back against the desk as he looked at the Close Quarter Combatant master.
Silently, Amraphel enters the Canteen through one of the back doors. He was barely visible, his ancient armour was mostly covered by white robes and where a chapter insignia should be there was none. Tied to his waist with adamantium chains were his Plasma pistol and power sword. "You have recovered from your injuries, space wolf, he said with a plain voice", im am glad to hear it, a good team always needs a crazy Berserker, who draws all the fire", Amraphel said this with a hint of a provoking undertone in his voice, expecting the space wolf to yell and rage at him, or worse.
<Feron> "Very well, we'll advance a bit easier knowing you've got things secure here. " He trusted the Howling Gryphon to such a duty, it felt rather natural to. "Lets move Brothers, Volorox the terrain appears mostly level aside from the larger crypts and few walled off sections so advance at your discretion, Broad Head patrol formation for the rest of us with Temptestus taking point. We'll cut the most direct path toward our target, keep your eyes sharp for any foes advancing past us through the cover of the graves to try and clip our wings. Respect the dead beneath us but if things turn ugly do not hesitate to do whatever it may take to ensure our survival. Any spirits that still cling to this world will understand, otherwise I've a feeling they will opt to rise against us no matter what we do. " With that he signals to Volorox and Tempestus the all clear to advance with a decisive punch of his fist down the Westernmost road.
