OOC: I am simply doing as instructed by the architect, I was told to surround the eldar and speak, then go form there I made a post edit go back a page and check it out
<Aspect Warrior> Rharijem just blinked as the fighting stopped from one second to another. "Alright, that was a more abrupt ending than on the Anam...." He commented out loud for Minnas and his own ears only. <Artisan> Zryas-Vehd steeled his mind and let out a deep sigh as the effects started to wear off. He bent down to pick up the shrines work, just to see his hand was covered in blood - the one that was before on his head. He wiped it off with a nearby nanofiber towel, along with the remnants of blood on his head which was instantly absorbed and automatically cleaned by the material to leave no traces of the blood back. With the shrines work in his hands he started to make his way out of the Halls of Vaul and toward the shrines designation where he would leave them for placement. He was a crafter - not a decorator.
The Warp Spider waved Visethianne's hand away, not from ignorance but from a need to make sure she could stand unaided. With a grimace of pain she staggered to her feet, her injured leg throbbing from the movement and fresh trickles of red blood coursing down her armour from the breach. It was more serious than the wound; without a sealed suit she dare not hazard the warp. It made her less than mobile in all ways. Kara'shanwe cursed, ancient Biel-tan language seldom recounted by the venerated Bards of Twilight. Edging into a position she prepared to cover the Dire Avenger's back and readied her spinners, blades poised in the stance of The Spider Guards the Web's Heart. "Thank you, brother. We'll not perish without a crimson harvest this day!" As the Kroot slowed their advance, then stopped - those nearby, at least - and a leader strode forth, she shifted to follow his movements (as well as she could), eyes alert and watching for any more treachery. But she fired no more shots as he spoke.
Liriasol had found a bolthole. He peered over the remains of Kroot corpses and discretely nudged aside the nearest to give him a better line of sight. The Wanderer listened, watched and waited. They were still hugely outnumbered, and he wasn't about to provoke any sudden attacks.
<Kroot Shaper> "I extend my hand in assistance, as I stated I shall hold up my end of the bargain. Apologies for what had to transpire, I had to be sure..." The shaper trailed off and stared into space for a second then snapped back to attention and stared unblinking at the Eldar that stood before him.
[OOC Since we have a couple of new people - my name on Skype is Syjahel, feel free to add me if you use such things ]
<Desek> Not having engineered this entire situation in the first place he left diplomacy to whoever had started the entire mess they were in.
<Cair> The Reaper painfully stands up, pulling out the three spear hafts that remained in his body as he does so. The pain is evident in every movement he makes but so is his anger. "You...you son of a (OOC: insert word here that relates to being inedible, and offensive to the Kroot's mother)! Khaine damn you wasn't our first fight against your warriors enough? But no, you just had to prove something here didn't you? Well let me tell you something Shaper." As he spoke the Big Reaper walked slowly to the Shaper, speaking in Kroot the whole time. "You cost us one of our own today, and countless of your own. The point of the alliance was to save lives not cost more you fool! Your warriors killed one of ours, and would have killed the rest of us. At what point would you have stopped this madness?"At this point the Reaper is right in front of the Kroot, he turns to walk back to his compatriots, stops, then suddenly turns and slams his fist right into the Shaper's head. OOC: Evicus, retaliate how you will, but allow him that punch, the Shaper deserved at least that Edit: OOC: For our newcomers, Cair is the largest of our party Rharijem is slightly taller, but Cair is massive, for visualization purposes.
