<Arleon> The Harlequin was the first to board the wave serpent, the idea of riding one through a space battle exhilirating. He had been in such a vehicle before of course, and though he preferred the star weavers, this was a fine substitute with him. He decided to stand, leaving the seats open for the Aspects.
<Idralas> He knew the mission and even through his silence the drums of war beat loudly in his heart. He was going to be the one to retrieve it and he wasn't going to let any damn mon'keigh or druchii try and hold him and his fellow warriors back. The only concern in his mind was if he could truly fly within the monstrous beast the mon'keigh call a ship. He dismissed the thought, it was not important. Boarding the craft he stood toward the back, opting to give up his seat and instead find something to grab onto, wings only got in the way of that anyway. His gaze fell upon the harlequin as he entered. "You're a long way from home."
<Arleon> "Am I though? The entirety of the Webway is my home, the stage is my home and what is life but a series of plays? We all play a part Winged One, in life's play, a part we play for as long as we can until we too must bow and exit stage right."
<Idralas> He gave a small chuckle. "That much is true, but what is /your/ part here? You said you were sent here by your troupe, but does Cegorach care for this particular "play?" Or perhaps you're just as much a rogue as the rest of our people label us? I'm just curious."
< Arleon > This one was a shrewd observer of people. "Cegorach cares for all Eldar in his own way. Similar to the Chronicler in there I am here as an observer, to give my report of these events to the Shadowseers who sent me here. I am also here to assist and potentially even do some recruiting, my Masque finds itself low on numbers after recent campaigns, and could use some fresh blood. But no, I am no rogue, and should the forces of your Craftworld find you, well...I'm afraid I won't be able to be much help. I'm forbidden from interfering in that conflict as it were."
"...I knew all of the Eldar we slew, quite personally." Behind the Seer, through the Voidshield, Iyanisa could see the Anam Alqaethyr had entered the Webway. "I have not come to judge you, ta-aesthir," she said, bowing her head slightly as she spoke before looking up and into that crystal regard. "Only posterity will do that, with any surety. And that can only be done fairly if those who would do so are given true knowledge of what you do and why you do it. Thus, I am here." Iyanisa's keen eye took in the background of changing hues as the ship slipped into the webway. Part of her appreciated the nature of the backdrop, seeing the possibilities of an epic painting on a truly grand scale, or a more intimate portrait that - no, the scale must be heroic. Whether or not the deeds would be so, did not lie in her hands. Another part of her was focussed on the words, on the here and now, and the slow, stately body-language of the ancient Eldar before her. She quailed a little at the prospect of asking, but only for a moment. The Chronicler Path was fearless in its own way. It was time to be impertinent. "Why did you do that?" she asked, guilelessly, in a tone that indicated that she would expect there to be a reason of great importance, not that meant it to be questioned as a whim. "You killed them, you did not render them unconscious. That will be the first question that anyone asks. Give them the key to it, and all else will fall into place, or at least the trail of reason will be visible to those who look for it."
<Idralas> "Well, a Rillietann is always interesting company, at least the ones I have met." He chuckled at the thought. "With that out of the way... Welcome, kin. You may refer to me as Idralas." He offered his armored hand to the Harlequin. "Let us show those mon keigh what for, yeah?" He added on with a grin beneath his helm, his eagerness dripping through his words.
<Arleon> The Harlequin took the proffered hand and shook it warmly. "Aye, let's show them what for Idralas. I am Arleon Fueros of the Masque of the Weeping Dawn, Twilight Squad."
<Anthiand> the Warp spider enters the wave serpent and pauses while he takes in everybody inside. He nods to some of the sitting aspects as he walks towards the Harlequinn and the swooping hawk. "Greetings fellow warriors!" the spider turns toward Idralas. "Ah yes I believe we have met before, have we not? aren't you a fellow brother of Amianoloc? I believe we have fought in battles together before." he turns toward the Harlequinn. "But you Son of Cegorach, I do not believe I have ever seen you before. might I ask what interest the laughing god has in us few who fight with our farseer?"
<Arleon> The Harlequin smirked to himself inside his mask. Such an inquisitive group they are, much better than the usually dour Ulthweans. "No you would not have seen me before I think. I am Arleon Fueros, as for what interest Cegorach has in this small yet valiant band...I know not, I know only the reasons that Shadowseer Liutasil sent me. They have decreed that Kraken must be destroyed for its transgressions, and your small band offers one opportunity to do so. I am also hear as a representative and observer for my Masque. And you are?"
