@Grall_Stonefist @Keidivh @Deran_Vendar

Shrugging faintly, Silim turns to his companions and mutters in a confidential undertone.

"So...who else here wants at least a bolter and a shiny suit of armour between themselves and an uncaring universe? I know I do. Packed lunches are practically a dime a dozen here...particularly for those with power."

His fingers crackle briefly with witch-lightning to underscore his point, as his eyes glimmer with an echo of the arrogance and hubris of old, underscored by deviousness and overwhelming will to power.

"looting those ripped apart and properbly looted by the those allready sniviling at Khârns heels will get us little to no where, and the psychopath main defining feature is his unpredictabilty when he is rampaging, we should find somewhere where we could regain atleast some of our former strength, even if we are scorned by the gods, we are still adeptus arstartes. We need to get reinvigorated and learn to not solely rely on the ones who scorned us, lean some self reliance from our blinded cusins." Aphael said, the sentence became much more than what he had anticipated, but he haddent truly spoken for so long, and in his mind prison there had been no communication worth anything.

@Grall_Stonefist

Silim sighs and looks up at the skies, as though for help.

"Why doesn't anyone here actually listen to me?"

Turning to Aphael, he begins to speak, ticking off his points on his fingers.

"In answer to your concerns, Brother:

One: Looting. I distinctly said 'armoury' and 'supply depot'. Enough said.

Two: The Khornates turning on us. The gist of what I said was, 'hang far enough back and move in after they've moved on'.

Three: Packed lunch."

At the third point, he tosses a thumb at the scattered bodies and lumps of flesh in the wake of Kharn's rampage.

"Help yourself. And if you want fresher, well, zap it yourself."

@Draconion

Astoro looked down at his rusty blood-caked saw and sighed internally. A decent weapon and armor would be nice but the risk was great.

"Being near the center of attention would be a very bad idea sorcerer. We need to disappear now and recuperate our strength and earn ourselves a new identity so that we will not be found out. We need to not appear to be part of the problem and I suggest we do that by escaping while the word bearers are busy. Speaking of which we should start moving now while we have the chance." Astoro turned on his heels and walked towards the gateway saying "See this as our second chance. We have to prove ourselves in the eyes of the gods and show that even the beaten and disgraced have strength still." Astoro smiled "We are the scorned and we shall show this world that we have strength still. However first we must recuperate and heal our wounds. I suggest we leave right now."

Astoro contemplated solving his inner madness and redeeming himself. Even now he could hear the voices returning, getting stronger, choking his mind in misery.

"how well did it go the last time you tried to use your powers? my contribution would have done nothing. You think that the word beares will let their armour and bolters lie undefended or simply defended by some cultists? are you really still that arrogant and foolish? Khârn wont just hit and run by some very valueble resouses, and we cant just blast hell for leather, i bet you would barely be able to hurt me if you unleashed your full *might* your arrogance in a place like this stackering," Aphael said growing tired of Silim acting like he knew how everything worked, and how powerfull he really where, none of them could just flaunt powers and just do things at this moment.

@Grall_Stonefist

"Stop wasting your breath on him. Let us focus on the actually good plan at hand." Kaleidos encouraged his rather eager brother, walking up to him and with it more into the sun which rather reflected on his pale skin and burned him slightly. Forsaken flower that has cursed him with such untreated skin. But the pain right now was welcome, he was aware of his wounds and as long as pain accompanied him - so would life. And only in life he could serve Nurgle once more.

@Grall_Stonefist

"My, how the mighty have been brought low," murmurs Silim, turning away from Aphael, rolling his eyes skyward in disappointment, "As for me, I am off to procure myself supplies. Join me, those who may. As for the rest of you - toodle-loo. See you next apocalypse."

With that, he begins to tread the path down towards Sicarus City, following Mordethac at a distance. Not quite as cavalier as he makes himself out to be, he begins to turn a portion of his powers towards aiding his passage, spreading his subtle senses ahead of himself to look down the road for trouble, and surrounding himself with low-level psychic fog that will subtlely cause people to look the other way and get details about him wrong - the infamous Somebody Else's Problem Field.

As he goes, he keeps an eye out for castoffs from the Khornates' passage - weapons (purpose-built or improvised), ritual elements, castoff tech and other assorted handy bric-a-brac. Oh, and flesh - dead or nearly dead - that will help rejuvenate his wasted form.

Alpharius stayed silent as he listened to his fellow group of ragtag rejects argue as to what the best course of actions is... Well, more like everyone disagreed with Silim, but still there was not much to be said. The important thing was that they get away from this place as quickly as possible. Only when they escaped the baleful eyes of their masters would allow them to have any kind of success.

However he wasn't entirely wrong. Supplies, weaponry, armor, they were all things the group were in desperate need for.

@Uriel1339
"We will procure the equipment needed, say what you will, but no weapons and armor will mean our demise. Our worse, re-imprisonment." He looked over the group of escapees, some who seemed to be a step away from insanity. Perhaps going with one other person would give him better chance for success.

@Draconion
"This plan better pan out better than your previous one son of Magnus. And do try to be discrete." That was all the Alpha Legionnaire said as he accompanied Silim. Gods it would be good to have something to actually kill with again.

<Anywhere but Kharn Party> @Uriel1339 @Colapse @Grall_Stonefist @Redthirst @Vulpas
So both parties went their separate ways. Marching down the long road into the great planet spanning temple city of Sicarus they were joined by their other wretched kinsmen who either formed their own groups or struck out alone. No matter what allegiance, however temporary it may be, they clung to they would all be wading in blood soon enough. The low streets of Sicarus were soaked with the stuff here. Forming shallow pools up to their ankles both fresh and old vitae was constantly staining the stone roads, courtesy of Kharn and the numberless sacrifices going on at any one time. They must of been on some sort of charnel lane or at least walking one of the lower streets where all the refuse and run off drained down. Iron fencing flanking their path finally came to an abrupt end, base of the ramp opening out into the city proper where a curious sight greeted them all.

Sicarus was constantly in a state of flux as new chapels and churches were constantly being erected over the bones of the old. No one power ever held sway for long in most areas, only a few sacred corners were permanently aligned to one of the great gods of the warp. Road beneath their feet split and fell apart in several directions. Directly ahead of them was the largest portion of intact path that cut deeper into the city. Kharn and his crew had taken this route and the remains of unfortunate cultists and citizens of the twisted city lay scattered about. An arch crossed this area, formed as part of a bridge that ran right over the path. The top of said bridge was well out of reach for the heretics in their current state, even if they were healthy it was doubtful they would be able to climb up to it. Other paths were available though and to the left collapsing stones revealed a narrow passage through the bridge support. Even further left was a broken trail of stones and worn down dirt that would guide one into what seemed to be the alley ways of Sicarus. On the right was the entrance to a chapel built into the stone work of the humble bridge itself. It would of been invisible if not for the humble knocker visible behind a crusty paint job of dried blood. A skeletal figure slumped forward into the door, legs on the ground and both hangs still clinging desperately to a handle that had never turned.

The streets for now were visibly absent of any hostile eyes or inhabitants that may or may not of been hostile. However down here the sounds of life in the city were very real and the only reason they weren't caught up in a herd of cultists was Kharn driving them all off or killing those that had been nearby. Gorechild was still audible only a few blocks off. That and the distinct growl of a Rhino's engines.

<Kharn's Wake> @Draconion @Keidivh @Virgil_Corbec
Silim found that his secondary processing partner had dropped from his calculations. Despite this the tattooed sorcerer remained only a few paces behind. Exhaustion would creep in on both of them quickly from even that small cantrip, Silim's attempt at projecting his distortion aura failing from the start as he felt a wheeze in his lungs just from trying to call upon it. Freedom didn't mean power just yet, he had little to back up his arrogance. Traveling with Alpharius nearby they quickly caught up with Mordethac.

Keeping a careful distance from Kharn they would be the first of the two main escapee alliances to encounter the regular denizens of the demon world. Lust , admiration, fear or anger, all sorts of emotions were visible among the varied figures that were forming behind the prisoners that had broken free. They were enthralled by what they saw and few on this accursed world would pass up the opportunity to see a true champion at work. This worked quite nicely to the teams advantage as in their ragged state they blended in quite nicely. Astartes they may be, they sure as hell didn't look like it. In fact most of the citizenry around them looked healthier, even the Nurglites in their own diseased way had an aura of vitality compared to them.

The line of cultists formed a hard stop ahead where the rioters were meeting their first real resistance. In a four way intersection set a mid several different construction sites an incense spewing Rhino had come to a halt and deployed multiple legionnaires to halt the advance of the Khornate warriors. Bolters unleashed death and wielders made no point of discriminating between loyal targets and the renegades among renegades. Several of the crowd burst apart from stray mass reactives. Alpharius felt a pair of wasted hands grab his shoulder and haul him aside into the crumbling wall of a chapel that had been damaged by the nearby demolition efforts. He didn't see the bolt that had nearly pulped his chest but he felt the heat of its passing. His savior was none other than the quiet Thousand Son that had been in their company since leaving the Silver Tower.

"If we don't intend to scatter and shelter like the others I recommend we try to intervene and aid the Betrayer. He alone rampaging through Sicarus would not create enough of a distraction to cover our own tracks. "

Taking cover with the others behind the wall, Silim listens quietly to his Legion brother's suggestion.

"A bold move," he says quietly, "Taking refuge at the eye of the storm. Yet, that may be our best chance at survival. First of all - is any of us here personally in Kharn's bad books? I can say that I am not - I have spoken perhaps ten words to him over the millennia. He probably doesn't even remember me."

Glancing from Alpharius to the unnamed Thousand Son, he adds, "I know that trust goes at a premium between our kind. Yet, if we are to survive and escape our chains, there needs to be some modicum between us. Let us start with names - I am Silim of Prospero, a son of Magnus."

@Keidivh @DeranVendar