Chaplain thought for a second. "Yes, there is. Has anyone ever completed these challenges of yours and claimed the prize? You spoke of an Inquisitor, but from your words it seemed he left this place on his own?"

"I am sure the chef will find something for you, you cannot find it as he only lets it be served. Nobody touches his 'special' ingredients and resources of his kitchen, not even Krauz." The Guardsman said and saluted as he headed off to the kitchen to get the Space Wolf what he desired.

"Heinzrich and his delegation... Yes.... They decided to complete individual, and he was the only one who won in his challenge, all the others have failed. Though of his prize or what happened to his delegation is nothing I can speak of. An oath that all in the hall will swear as well once your decisions are made. The Challenges are of holy nature and so an oath comes with it. It must be sworn or otherwise you might not participate, and not to participate is a failure by default." Zack said and upwards the stairs, towards the huge front doors.

The Palace was a beauty of it's own. Standing at this hour right between the star and the moon that were on the sky. Covering the one side of the palace in a light-orange, while the other turned in a cool blue. The Palace itself was built of something like white stone, like a mix of wraithbone and ceramic, yet completely different. Perhaps it only seemed different through the unique setting? Or was it a unique material? It could be not said for sure, but no other building was made out of the same.

OOC: I know bla bla too much scenery bla bla, but come on to jump from event to event is not much better! What is a RP without a good atmosphere?!

"Chaplain." Noctis stated in a private vox. "We have already agreed to continue as a group unless this new information has changed that. I worry for Macha though within this group."

"Well then we shall soon find out if our Eldar companion really holds you in high esteem Noctis," Chaplain answered via private vox. "Nonetheless, we shall continue as a team because that is Space Marine's best surrounding. But if you ask me if I trust her with the lives of my brothers, well...I'll say - I trust you brother".

Stevanus watched the finery, the exaggeration in colors and materials in which the Palace was covered. Rich and fancy it was. For a person who lived his entire life by a martial code, Chaplain was not impressed. He studied his surroundings, careful of any ambush or such. It's not that he didn't "trust" his hosts, but he was still a Space Marine, and some instincts never died.

In silence, he followed Zack...

As they aproach the frontal gate jaccx was shocked about how a xeno culture could optain so much beauty yet soo much power, speaking to the rest of the group.

¨You know i kinda envy them a bit.....how they have obtain such peace and tecnology, how they co-exist with their surroundigs, the whole place is clean, the.....people seem soo calm, soo relaxed as if they never had to wage a meanless war....and that sun, its heat isnt annoying....more like a warm welcome and the dawn at the horizon is.....beutifull.¨

¨We are astartes yes...engenireed and born to kill and conquer, to let cities like this in ashes under our wrath, but i sometimes wonder how the universe would be without all the war without all the hate....if the universe didnt need warriors like us...it is true hope is the first step on the road of dissapoinment but still hope really is the last thing to die...¨

¨Ahhh im sorry brothers, forgive my chit chat....ive just been away from home for soo long that i cant remember when was the last time i thought not going to war to comtenplate such peace....¨

¨But i cant wait for a good fight either!¨

AS he kept following the rest of the squad inside the palace.

OOC: i do care about the codex urian but not like that, and happy? i just noticed your punny town and yes im a freaking berserker, bloooooood!.

After droughting the bottle of amesec the guardsman gave him and there after making a mental note that this now should known as brown water and boring.
He rises "little brother you are excused, thanks for the help"
Then startet to walk towards canteen and then vaulting the desk, looking at the chef/clerk " no reason to be loud, im a friendly fellow". Then take a big sniff to locate the smell of distilled acholhol, then going for the smell. (And if there is a locked door, then that door is now dentet on the floor ).

As they entered the palace it looked of the same material in the inside. The white of the walls glowing within naturally as no light in any form was present. No Torches, no lights hanging from the ceiling. The Stone Bricks of the walls emitted a pure white. It was bright, but not the kind where you had to close your eyes because you were looking at the sun. A warm, good, well feeling bright.

"Grhmah'zak'li'hir'du'mng'tur'kis'bin I see you brought our guests!" Orichalcos said as he stood up from his throne, being more gigantic as a Carnifex. He was a giant among giants. Like a smaller Titan. His four arms each being as big as a single Space Marine Terminator, even bigger. The power and authority he emitted was felt by the Astartes and the single Eldar. His voice echoed through the halls, like a roar of a lion on top of a mountain.

He was the Lord of the Planet. The Leader of the Orichalci, ruler of the creatures that only existed in fairy tales. "My name is Orichalcos, though my own name had been washed off my soul as I ascended to the king of this world, deep hidden from so many curios eyes." The creature bowed deep before the Astartes that seemed like dwarves in comparison to him. It did not help that left and right behind his Throne had been some kind of cannon, a sword and an axe arranged which seemed in perfect size for his huge hands to be wielded in. They looked like uber-sized versions of weapons for smaller titans to wield, but their well maintained looks easily revealed that they were true weapons of combat, constructed only for Orichalcos and nobody else.

"You stand today before me as you had arrived here, willingly or by accident. But it does not matter as the tradition continues. Each outworlder has to go through the Trials of the Orichalci to earn their right to leave with what they had seen and with what they experienced. It will change your life forevermore and you will be forever different to everyone of your own kin." He warned but continued on.

"As Grhmah'zak'li'hir'du'mng'tur'kis'bin already explained to you, you will have to decide... Will you perform the upcoming challenges as Individuals or as a group united? But beware that you shall only continue as a group if you fully trust each other. The slightest distrust between only two members alone, can mean the destruction of the whole group altogether. Though you might still have a chance of leaving this world if you win at least 4 out of 7 competitions. Even if you should fail the first three. As long as the total of succeeded challenges is four, you shall have succeeded and return to your homes.... Though additional to the right to return to your point of origin the group, or each succeeded individual shall be granted a reward of any kind! If it is the group that succeeded, one reward must be named and shared among all. If the Individual succeeds, he or she may get whatever the ego desires."

The huge creature took a deep breath in. "Last but not least... I ask for a representative of yours to step forwards and make the decisions. Only that person and nobody else makes the decisions! It is in his or her hands if the group is to perform alone or together. So what shall it be?"

The Chef stepped out of the door, the Space Wolf had headed for. "If you want some beverage of true power.... Try this." The ordinary, but very old human, handed Thain a simple small chalice with a dark-purple to black color liquid within.

Chaplain heard his brothers musings and answered. "Brother, War is the only place we can be complete. Battle is the only activity at which our excellence can be meaningful. Do not believe that you can be a scholar, or a philosopher, or a leader of men. You are a warrior. When you are not inflicting death, you are not justifying your life."

OOC will add answer to Urians post in a sec