Out of the putrid stomach of the station Hades awoke a sleeping son of Nurgle awaiting the call of a true leader to help him spread pestilence, famine, and death across the galaxy. He could hear the echoing of the voice which seemed to call to him. So Tyranus planeted his scythe into the ground and rose up once more to spread his father's gifts.

@Uriel1339
The audible noise of a pole connecting with the ground could be heard before he could be seen. That was until out from the shadows of a dark hall came Tyranus leaning as he walked, against his scythe. His weezing through his mask was almost as loud as the thumping of his scythe. Tyranus saw the one who had called, this Thanatos, and knew this was the body to match the voice.

He walked over continuing to lean on the scythe and weezing. He finally reached him and spoke, "It would seem that......even the most favored sons of Sanguinius.....are not above tempation." A labored laugh came threw faintly as he continued, "I believe I maybe of service....I am Tyranus....former member of the Death....Guard." He lowered his head slightly still using the scythe to retain balance.

OOC the "....." are him weezing in between words

"That I want indeed." Thanatos replied simple, his arms still crossed not impressed by the look or demeanor of the Night Lord. "But I wonder what you can contribute? I assume the usual torture, inflicting fear even upon your Astartes fellows and launching murderous assaults?" The masked lord had a monotone, bored voice, the Night Lord bored him already.

"Believe what you want, witch." The Angel spat from behind his mask. "Just be glad I am no insane, overly zealous Black Templar or Exorcist who would put a bolt into your head the moment of seeing you." He squinted his eyes behind his mask. "But.... I will give you a chance to redeem your existence as witch by showing your usefulness, and I already have the feeling that you will be an interesting.... Guest to have around."

"Another walking corpse of Nurgle? Do you all crawl out from the same hole?" He shook his head. "Alas, who am I to judge my not-even-yet crew? I hope you fight faster than you talk, or else you will die rather fast, and I have no place for weaklings. Get inside and drag your Seeress along, grab some quarters or tend to Nurgle in the Dark Chapel, just don't infect the rest of the crew with your thousand diseases." Either Thanatos was still annoyed about the witch, he didn't like the smell of nurglites or perhaps he just hated Nurglites. Only time would tell, and how useful they would be.

@Uriel1339 | "Impudent youngling!" Knightmare was vaguely offended by the Blood Angel's tone. "What exactly will you contribute beside that which you have listed? I would have thought you would welcome any help."

@Uriel1339
Tyranus laughed in his weezy tone, "Rest assured, this body answers to the call of war....And yet a member of the most faithful of the Corpse Emperor's....and his blind son's falls into the lap of chaos....Perhaps even the sway of purity....and loyalty no longer hold the chains so tightly....as they used to within the Imperium." Another of his weez filled laughs came through his vox, "As you said, who am I to judge. I shall find my way to my quarters then." He walked past the gold figure Thanatos and up the ramp still leaning on his scythe and weezing.

@Uriel1339

The witch shook her head condesceningly. "Our accord is made, and there was deviation. That proves me right, golden warrior." Regardless, she still seemed quite mirthful, the crooked woman supporting herself on her tainted staff. Below her robe, all of her many eyes were transfixed upon the man, on Thanatos, while she turned to adress the Night Lord.

@Avenging-Angel

He hadn't been in her visions before, but then again, divinations were never too exact for the future was constantly in motion, the present muddled by the Empyrean, and the past a construct of collective minds, nothing but a fleeting impression invoked by a few exploding neurons. "Don't fret. You too will find love and a warm embrace eventually. We all will. In the end, we all die, don't we? And then, then you'll feel the fuzzy warmth of the Plaguefather."

@matt23

She fell silent, but bowed towards the chosen of Nurgle regardless, offering him the very same, bright smile everyone else had gotten.

@Casavay
Tyranus was stopped dead in his tracks when he saw the small woman bowing to him. He made his way over to her using his scythe as he had before and weezing. "My my my....What have we here," he said as he leaned over taking in a deep breath through his nostrils. "You reak of my father....Nurgle." He then looked over her arms seeing the eyes all over. What caught his eyes were a trio of eyes on the hand that was free, "So after this long....my nose still holds well to it's uses....Tell me, what is your name daughter....of Nurgle?" His weezing continued while waiting for her answer.

@matt23

In the tone one would use with a child that had just accomplished one of these many trivial things that you nonetheless complimented them for, Sarcopha offered in chuckling, "Your nose tells no lies."

"The nature of my pilgrimage means my flock is transient as life itself", the seeress replies, stroking the largest bird skull of her staff almost like a pet. Pausing a bit, she licks her lips, wetting the cracked, bloody folds of her mouth as if to taste the words yet to be spoken. "But an ephitet that has stuck among the little birds that come to me and ask for tasty, juicy worms is the prophet of vultures. I can see you are a raptor and not a scavenger though. This brother of mine does not feed on carcasses, he exists to give corpses for us happy little destruents."

She took some weight of the staff and stood up in a semblance of straightness, shifting so that her good leg carried most of her negligible mass. "Sarcopha was her name, and she is most pleased to see that Papa's loving embrace is found even in this darkest of corners, where love is forsaken." The prophetess flinched as she ran a hand through her dirty blond hair, obviously getting some in her eye.

Simeon returned to the ramp, recognizing the Blood Angel and the Night Lord, but failing to recognize the two others. His eyes sized them up, each in turn, and then he sauntered over to the small gathering. "Well, my Lord, I look forward to when the plunder begins, so we can afford better girls. This one looks like you were on a budget," he remarked, grinning toothily and peering at Sarcopha.

Knightmare just stared at the female when she talked to him, a sneer of condescension replacing his smile. Putting his helmet back on, inhaling air that wouldn't kill him, the Night Lord hissed with laughter when the second of Sanguinius' sons returned and spoke, the sound rolling out across the dock.

"You do not know my age, nor do you know my strength. But If you wish to truly challenge me, you would have to get past Bob and Bobby first. Which I doubt you could overcome. So let us try this again.... What do you have to contribute? What are your strengths? I am not a pathetic weakling who relies on others. However, I am not insane enough to take on the Maelstrom just by myself."

"If you are so capable of divination, then you might be useful indeed. It is only because of that, why I even still hold respect for Mephiston, beyond his betrayal to death and the Angel's Curse, alas. Another story for another time. Make your way inside witch, and you better are capable of prophets that actually come true, else you will be shortly thrown out of the closest airlock and vented into the nearest sun." He growled low at her, almost like a hound of death. She could feel his desire to murder her, to tear her apart from limb by limb. How he had to hold on to an every strain of his nerves to stop himself from such action.

"I have no such mortal desires, for they are signs of weakness and just lure you into the lap of Slaanesh, which is a hole of submission through lust, pride and mindless desires. You can court all sort of girls if you like, for I care not how one appears, but one is capable of." Thanatos said in a rather neutral tone, after having taken a deep breath to relax a bit from his murder-hunger.