There was a slight twist of the lips as the businessman regarded the conflict already evident in the team. Inquisitors and Astartes were not possessed of passive personalities and the butting of heads was inevitable. Still, this had to be record time. He stepped forward to place a placating hand on the Inquisitor's shoulder, " I meant no disrespect to our Astartes friends. I'm sure they can manage quite well and would do much to put me at ease knowing there was a bolter aimed at the less.. cooperative individuals I'll be sure to meet. As for my plan, it is as I always do. I'll find the best informed players on the field and start making connections, as I've done for the Inquisition for centuries."
Dorallius ignored the bickering that had been started by the inquisitors sheer lack of knowlegde about arstartes, but he was not one to jugde the inquisition, and he was not hear to sneak, "i request to be send the capital or another world of importence, we of the excoriators are masters of atrition, and i can make sure the city is well defended, i am not a stealthy man, and neither do i have much experiance in rooting out cults, but i know atrition and defence" he said well knowing he was changing the subject.
Steinar stepped forward, quite close to Marmaroth. "Cut the chit-chat already and tell us where to deploy! I kill whatever enemy there is! Put me wherever you want to see blood. I won't get out of my armor, for it's machine spirit would never let me go without exterminating at least a hundred foes! Send me forth as your champion and all shall shatter from my mere voice!" His fist was strongly hit against his power armor, the loud sound echoing throughout the hall. The Blood Claw being quite without any blood. The regular wrestling with the Salamander-Astartes that resulted in total 10 wins and 10 loses for each having increased his devout for justice only more.
(OOC: I hate the fact that I don't get update emails anymore. I don't know why... I normally got notifications as soon as someone responded, but I don't get that anymore)
Draconion's smile grows a little wider as he reaches out to pat his new friend on the pauldron. "Patience, Brother Steinar. The Emperor will reward your zeal amply in His good time. But first, the likes of us must needs sneak about to find said enemy for you to kill in droves."
Go here: http://forum.eternalcrusade.com/account/preferences and check that "and receive email notifications of replies" is checked "Pah! I kill a few of their followers and then they see my strength and reveal their champion in order to win! I say we provoke them and let the fools reveal themselves!" The Space Wolf complained, being no man of stealth. How should he even? Just look at his size!
"A little patience first, Brother Steinar. If you like, we will call on you a little earlier so there is time to call them hurtful names before laying into them."
Hugen Goirdano was a patient space marine. The concerns and conjectures of his new flock amused him. Most asking the right questions, many Hugen had himself. Choosing instead to let others speak. His skull helm was at his side, unmasked for his first real encounter with the others. His head was hairlessly bald, in contrast to an impressive grey beared he sported. His eyes were bright amber, in a fixed harsh gaze. He'd been aware of his fellow enlistmates, but they had not seen him. Choosing instead to spend his time in isolated prayer to the God-Emperor and the noble son Dorn in the ships chapel sanctum. Clemtched in his crimson left fist was his prize and symbol of his position, the Crozius Arcanum. In the shape of an eagles face, wings spead, wraped in lengthy purity seals of significant age. Raising his eyes to meet their host, he spoke in a voice of calm zeal. "The Emperor asks no more than we can give, everything is a small price. How do we proceed after we've made contact with your source? Will Exterminatus be on the table?" Hugen spoke this last question with less concern and more judgment of Marmaroth's conviction.
