<back on the Arcadia, once the Chance had flown>

"Do you think he found it yet?"

"What I don't understand is how you could be certain he'd sit there."

"Have you not met our dear Felarch? One does not need to be a Seer to predict who would fly the shuttle. Especially with a lady to impress."

"Ladies, surely."

"Ahh, but only one special one."

"You sound like the chorus to a terrible play."

"And you sound like the sour grapes fit for only stern Ulthwe wine."

"Anyway, why the Chance?"

"I am a subtle, patient man who knows that true vengeance takes time. Also, I doubt he'll find them all at once. And because this way, he's far away when it happens."

@DaKaptin

"I suggest a landing here nearby. But further away from the water. It will be a popular spot for gathering water. Animals and Eldar alike, if you intend to remain hidden, the further away from water, the better. But only an hour, perhaps two or three away on foot. Since I doubt we will get back on the Arcadia for resupplying ourselves, which means we will rely on Faenkon and Talis' knowledge of what is edible and which is not." Yareli chimed in from the passenger seats, being rather relaxed, trusting in Iktomi's talent and skill. She has once and was rewarded to have kept her soul even if it bore scars now, but a life is a life. The Noblewoman leaned back and sighed softly, relaxing. There would be not much work of hers required, only whenever conflict would arise she would have to soothe the storms of personalities. Which at this point may mostly, if not solely be coming from Morvan.

"We could teach you the path." He looked at Talahin. "Not trying to force you to just figured that your experience far outweighs my own." Thinking back to when Faenkon first met Avrielle, he thought that she would enjoy the path. It made him feel proud that his assumption was correct, even if it may only be fleetingly so. "There is no pressure of course, but I would be more than happy to teach you what I know."

< @Jorimel and... I suppose everyone >

Talis had taken the time to close and stow his journal in the belt-pouch when the shuttle took off. The others seemed to have drifted off from the topic, and since he'd little knowledge of these paths, he didn't think to jump into the conversation. Although when they reached the height where they could see, he couldn't help himself from gazing out intensely. "Wow... so much to explore. So similar to my home. So different." his eagerness to get out and explore as well as sketch was visible in the shivering of his entire being, and his trembling hands.

~Warlock Morvan Jain of Craftworld Iybraesil~
char. sheet: https://forum.eternalcrusade.com/threads/casting-the-runes-character-thread.44004/#post-676423

Seer did not mind the bone-jarring turbulence as the shuttle reeled from the violence of atmospheric reentry.He did it many times before and even if he preferred to travel via psyhic-means - sadly he did not had the opportunity to do so as of late, Arcadia not having the means to do so.There is something in the buzzing act of teleportation that is incredibly appealing and pleasurable to Warlock.Just when the bright light overtakes you, the subject flickers out of existence and is transported to another place in a different form of matter, or rather energy.Seer could not point his finger at it, never being interested in the craft of Vaul but he did not need to understand to like it.Not this.

In that spanning moment of transference, he would be truly at peace.Even if he spawn few decades on the Path of the Seer, he had much more to learn.

Llyr, curled in his lap seemed to project Seer`s own thoughts as he vied to find his own form of escapism from the unknown and rather unpleasant environment of planetary deployment.An expression of emotionless content plastered across his face, he looked at his gyrinx friend as he clutched with his paws gloved thumb of his left hand.Morvan made no effort to placate his simple thoughts nor to ease up his feeling of discomfort psyhically.He must get used to sense of discomfort.He will help him, but he wont make it go away.Llyr has to do himself.Knowledge given is no worth at all.Until he comes to realize some things on his own - he cannot possibly start to treasure them truly.

As Morvan cuddled him gently with his right hand with simple touches over his white-fur, Seer thought to him, without any hope of gyrinx actually understanding him.In truth he probably did it more for himself then for his little friend:
Sometimes we must suffer and bear pain so that others do not.Sometimes we must do uncomfortable, ugly things that others wont do, for good of all - in the end.Many don't see it as we do or try to understand it.And that is fine
.I am sorry my friend, but that is the path I took, and you with me.

As Chance, leveled out, the turbulence over - as Chance`s atmospheric star-engines shut-off a mix of a roar and gawk sounded from outside,.He looked though the window and saw flock of pterosaurs flying nearby, obviously distressed at the sight of such a strange animal in their midst.
He did not know why, but such a sight made him smile.

Change came to Mirienh and under his stern hand, he will see it be in favor of all the Craftworlds.
As the call for landing ensued his,expression changed to that of strained concentration and he donned his white helmet.

@Uriel1339 | Grunting softly as she agreed with Yareli about the Exodites, it was the duty of Biel-Tan to keep them safe after all, Astarielle closed her eyes as the shuttle took off.
"I am not so averse to talk, in the right circumstances, as I said. In fact I left Biel-Tan to talk more."
Having taken a seat away from a window all Astarielle could see, when the shaking made her crack open an eye, was the sky and the tallest mountains, a lone thought in her head when she noticed the pterosaurs. This planet won't be welcoming to us.

Stowing his fusion gun in an upright position would be a foolhardy thing to do, he mused to himself. If something happened and it went off, it would blow a huge hole in the roof, and there was a lot more vital equipment up there than there was, say, where the door was. The doors were designed to be open or have holes blown in them in emergencies, and at the distance he sat from the door, his helmet was just wide enough to temporarily plug a hole caused by his weapon.

Amriel was also close enough to be among the first out the primary exit method for the shuttle. He would mostly keep to himself, noting with a wry interest the rising pterosaurs, and that the other members seemed to notice as well. That was a good sign, they were observant. His grip tightened a bit as the reptilian fliers approached closer, ready to act at a moment's notice.

'I'm a feather on the wind, watch me fall.' Iktomi thought as the Chance and his away crew fell through Mirienh's atmosphere. "Hang on to something, we're almost there or we're crash landing! Hahaha!"

Turning to glance at Yareli, nodding to her before turning back to the approaching planet surface.
"An excellent idea, my dear. We shouldn't waste the effort to hide, not in this already hidden place." Iktomi said with a smooth turn towards the water, better to see the large flying species. "Would you look at those! Bet their wings would fetch a fine price. If we're lucky they'll try to get closer, if we're not then they'll try to attack. Worth the risk." The felarch said in his best guide impression.
The lake had the most open terrain for landing the Chance.
'While it's not the biggest, thick jungles or rocky mountains might complicate the landing. Nothing I can't handle, but we can easily hide the chance within the lake as well... So long as we remember which lake that is.' Iktomi thought, remembering what happened to the last shuttle.

Avrielle considered the matter. She looked quite thoughtful for some minutes. As the pterosaurs rose and flew, spooked and making sounds that could not be heard within the sealed shuttle (but their beaks were moving), the terrain below flattened slightly around the lake. Iktomi, resplendent in his Captain's hat and somehow carrying off the look despite being covered in a frosting of glitter like the dust from an angel's wing, surveyed the lands below, and opted for the water.

In a banking turn, the Chance of Cegorach kicked up spray from the surface of the lake, scattering lesser wildfowl as they scooted free from the crazed trajectory. Lysandriax let out a wild warcry as the ship hit the lake, skipping like a stone. Avrielle clutched her seat as the wild manoeuvre nearly catapulted her into Faenkon's arms. The shock of landing made Llyr scramble up onto Morvan's shoulder and then try to perch on top of his head. The Chance settled to a stop a few feet from the far lakeshore, floating like a single feather of swansdown, like the lily pad waiting for a frog princess. Which is to say, unlikely and very, very lucky. Of course, Iktomi had totally meant to do it.

"I think on reflection," Avrielle said, "I may not be ready for the travelling life, definitely not without some specialist training. I will take you up on that, Faenkon, if you have the time and patience after we have been through this - given, of course, that we are favoured," she added, with a glance up and to the left. "Do you usually get to fly your own transport?" She looked at Valandil, but as she did not know him it was clear that the young radiotech did not want to presume on any lessons.

Outside, the spray was beginning to frost on the Chance's windows, even as it cooled off the outside of the shuttle from the heat of re-entry. Such was the marvel of the Eldar's technology that the hull would be safe to touch, even with a bare hand, yet a little heat remained to steam and curl vapour from the cracked and shallow ice of the lake shore. The deeps were free of it, but on the edge amid the reeds, winter's touch froze the shallows.

The lakeside was free of any signs of Eldar occupation, save for an old, tumbled set of walls that edged out into the water. The lake was surrounded on all sides by mountains, and to the north the cliff was sheer. On all other sides an Eldar might find a path or trace a rocky ascent, but there was no obvious road or pass.

The Aspect Warriors and those fresh from the War Path could see no signs of recent fortification. Amriel could see the lofty aeries of the pterosaurs, but the bones beneath them looked to be mostly fish. Some large specimens, judging by the indigestible parts, including jaws with dagger-long teeth. Astarielle took in the sweep of the shore, and could see nothing in the shallows to catch and hole a lake-borne craft. No sign of traps or stakes concealed in the weeds. Talshin noted the lack of low cover, the sparse nature of the lakeside foliage and the small bushes and trees clinging to the edge of the rocks as the cliffs grew closer to the shore. Some cover, yes, but not enough for anyone save perhaps a scout or two.

Lysandriax looked at the readings with a practiced eye. "The atmosphere is good, but the air is cold - we will need our coats, Children of Eldanesh," she said, grinning at the prospect of planetfall on a new world. She tapped open the door, and cold air swirled in.

Llyr leaped out of Morvan's arms and jinked out of the door as fast as Kurnous' arrow, straight for one of the settling waterfowl.


@Uriel1339 @kanila @MetalDog4 @DaKaptin @BadDo9 @Avenging-Angel @High_Adept_Zeth @matt23 @Valonox

Even with no signs of hostiles in the area Faenkon sent the drone to scan the nearby area. He then began his own search of the area immediately around the Chance. He breathed in the crisp cold air, happy to be planetside. What wonders did this planet hide? He kept a watchful eye, looking for signs of life as well as things that could aid them in their search. Besides a fresh meal was always preferred to a galley aboard a ship! The waterfowl would make a good meal, once he identified them of course.

"Talis, can you identify any of these plants or wildlife?" Faenkon figured that asking questions could help to bring the young exodite out of his shell. Hopefully helping with his confidence, and his love of sketching.