Tempestus looked around and then spoke to the wolf "I have his gene seed but I am not of his kin" as he spoke he pulled a hip flask from his belt compartment "my master hunted the sons of magnus down where ever he could as do I it is something I feel you should know" as he spoke he passed the flask to the wolf who could see 200 scratches "one for each I kill"
Hearing what the Librarian had to say didn't change the wolfs attitude towards him "these are mere words Librarian, until I have seen different, you will find no friend here" pushing the flask aside not caring what he had to say, Aldrim made his way alongside the Chaplain... "what makes you trust him so much?" he asked, fighting the urge within to strike at Tempestus...
OOC A final update for me before I put on my Skull Helm once more - after analysis and shit, I was diagnosed with a Pneumonia. The flue I had fucked me real good, made a mess of my body and went for the lungs. So first time in my life I got this illness. Duno if you guys had any experience with it, but I heard it takes 3-4 weeks to cure Pneumonia (especially mine since it's only a small one, we found it right when it started). Doctor said main thing is to rest and relax, don't go out and shit etc. So for me, couple of next weeks will be filled with chillin, playing games, sensual sex and most importantly, shouting one-liners with good old Chaplain. That's it, I just wanted to write this down before any posts I make. Now I'm off writing one and I promise I'll try to compensate all this MIA with an everyone's favorite "Wall of text"
OOC: See that is the problem if you have no Codex-Lover around! Where is that whole 'KNOW YOUR ENEMY' kinda spirit? At least Jaccx (if he would be around) should care! After all the DA follow the Codex nicely except their company structure.... Sheesh.... without a 'Know your enemy' char this gonna suck! xD All the beautiful scenery posts wasted on a bunch of crazy genociders! I mean come on! It's a beautiful view and nobody cares, what are your guys? Khorne Berserkers? XD Macha looked away from the sky and turned to Noctis as they walked. "Uncomfortable among them, Orkan Wolf. You know your own kin and how.... Destructive they are without questioning, even now I can sense that the beauty of this world is not taking their attention, but their disputes between eachother." She answered telepathic, enjoying Noctis' voice which was a perfect Eldar tongue in her mind due to the device attached to their heads. How long may she had been in solitude? And yet even if she knows to be surrounded by Humans, their voices sounding like her fellow Craftworlders was soothing her mind, feeling in proper company. Though it did not slip her mind how Noctis might have known about... it. But she did not approach it just yet. A matter that not did not need to be of his concern but hers alone.
OOC damn you guys! just got up, cant fucking work it like I used to ahahhahaahha its coming and its going to be great! (South Park- G.R.R. Martin reference )
And there was darkness. They say when a man is confronted with a huge amount of pain, both physically and mentally, he locks himself in some hidden part of his mind. The idea is to try and preserve as much sanity as you can, while the world around you falls apart. Sadly, some people never come back from that state and they are considered lost to the outside world, completely entwined in the last fragments of their memories. Stevanus never paid much heed to human psychology, because he was Adeptus Astartes, Space Marine, genetically enhanced super soldier of the Emperor. He was in every way more than a human, and he considered himself as such. A God amongst men. So when the talks about him losing focus reached his superiors, Stevanus ignored warnings. Blood had to be spilled and there was nothing else in this galaxy besides that. Of course, he was younger then. He was reckless and foolish, always looking for the next big fight just around the corner. This endless war was something he enjoyed most, and fighting was what he felt he was born to do. But what he hid from his friends at first, was the call of blood. He heard it like music all around him, and he felt it most intensely while in the combat. It propelled him ever further, and its taste opened whole new dimensions to him. Later on he found out he wasn't the only one. His brothers heard it too, some of them even more keenly than him. Those were carried away to the dark tower, never to be seen again. He swore then that it will not be his fate to linger in a dark cell while there are enemies to crush, so he tried to suppress his thirst. Sometimes it worked, sometimes it didn't... Darkness. Stevanus. Stevanus. "STEVANUS!", and he was slapped back. "Wake up brother, you are not lost to us yet" Captain Gorn yelled over the gunfire. "And leave that corpse, you drained it completely." First couple of seconds were blurry, but slowly, he regained his senses. He was sitting atop a mound of greenskin corpses, with one of them in his hands. The wretched thing was completely mangled, like it was attacked by a pack of over-sized dogs. But the creature which attacked it was no dog. When you looked at its bloodied fangs and unnatural glow in its eyes, you could clearly see for what it was. And it was a monster... The smell of oils were strong here. The room was bigger than usual, many books and different ledgers were packed on the high shelves. It was dark, but it didn't bother the man who sat behind a desk in the middle. His enhanced sight allowed him to see in near darkness, and he especially demanded for this atmosphere because it helped him concentrate. He was clad in masterfully crafted suit of armor, ornate Aegis circuit high above his head. He had no weapons on him, except for a strange looking black axe which was on the desk in front of him. You could right away tell it was not a weapon fitting this mighty knight, and even without it, he looked dangerous enough. The silence was broken when another man, similarly armored like the one sitting, only his armor was less ornamented, entered room. "Lord Hyperion", he bowed, "The Flesh Tearer came as summoned, and is waiting in front". "Let him in", the sitting one answered, still looking down on the table. After couple of moments, another man entered, but this one was dressed only in simple acolyte robes. Next to the armored knight, he looked like a child but it didn't made him fearful, for he stood tall and proud. "Stevanus", the man behind the desk finally spoke. "We meet at last". "You passed all tests successfully, and I can confirm - you are pure and clean of any taint. The condition you are in is due to your own nature, not because you are being forced at it by some creature of the warp", the knight called Hyperion said, "If there were any doubts about you before, now there are none. But tell me, how did you survive down there all alone?" "I fought, and fought and fought. And when that was done, I fought some more", Stevanus answered levelly. The knight smiled "I expected nothing less from you. Your spirit was strong enough to survive all of this and remain intact. In few days, another ship will come that will carry you back to your Chapter. But before you go, I want to answer one of your questions you asked my brothers." Hyperion stood up and took the black axe in his huge gauntlet, the two looking oddly out of place. "We have finished analyzing this weapon. It matches your story to a point and yes, it is old as you suspected it is. Actually, I would look at it as a relic of a bygone era which belongs in a museum or some old crypt, rather than battlefield. And your suspicions are again confirmed, when taking note of its size and weight distribution, it was most definitely not made for a Space Marine. And I've never seen this type of metal before. But the strangest thing is, there is a spirit inside of it", Hyperion raised his gauntlet, "not a daemon or anything like that. It's something quite old and only half sentient, and I can hear it only faintly. But there is no mistake, it is there. You should not be worried however, it reacts more to your feelings and channels them through - like an extension of your will, if you like." "And yes, we found out who it belonged to originally. Your suspicions were again correct. But you should not worry, it only holds a small psychic residue of the man who carried it, but that man was lost to us long time ago, he is never coming back"..... When he looked back, Stevanus found that similarity as an omen. Both men lost to the tidings of never-ending war. A wave of emotions emerged that would run down any defenses he had left to protect his sanity, but he pushed it back, like he did all those times before. It hit him somehow as he watched the alien city sprawled in front of him. As he watched the architecture of the place, the aliens moving about their business, Chaplain felt wrong. And the wrongness of it consumed his senses. The city was upon the red soil, like the dead sands of Baal, but this place was nothing like that. It was alive. He shrugged. Those kind of thoughts can lead to the dark places and he pushed them back. And then he saw it. There was a Temple in the middle of the city and that could mean only one thing. The creatures prayed to something, hoping and wishing for whatever made purpose in their lives. Good. Hope was the first step on the road to disappointment. Friendly or not, the main thing was to get out of here alive, and Stevanus had every intention in doing so. He turned to his host. "Zack, can you tell us something more about this place? Does it have a name? I've never seen something quite like it." EDIT "I trust him because he saved my life numerous of times. He shed his blood with me as we crushed daemons and aliens alike. And because I believe that the blood bond forged upon the anvil of war is the strongest one," Chaplain answered. "The blood which flows in his veins is his own burden to wear, and I will not make it any harder for him. I also suggest you do the same Brother Aldrim, for now we have shared the thrill of the battle and spilled blood of our enemies. You are our brother, and our bond is iron."
"Like the name of my own I fear it would be too long and complicated to keep in mind..." Zack stopped and turned around to the delegation. "But I think you are best off describing it as 'Marterra'." The four-armed man with the doctor coat said, but was not done yet. "The city of Marterra is the core of Orichalcum, the capital so to speak. The temple we are heading for is in fact a palace, fit for the tribe leader of ours. It might look like a temple to those who not know that we are without religion, as we believe that there is no right belief. The Tau with the Greater Good are close of understanding the way of the Orichalci, but as long as they cling to the Etherreals they will never find the same path as us." That said he bowed slightly, thanking in the interest and then turned around to march further down the path to the palace. They were half-way there.
