Kaleidos took a deep breath. It was not exactly clean, but neither filled with the blessings of Nurgle. Though looking himself up and down... He could not really talk about them as blessings at this point. The rest around him were a talkative lot. From his age just in their behaviour he could tell they were more talk than doing. Yet they all have failed equally their god's agendas, else they would not be here. The tall Nurglite looked around himself, until deciding to walk up to the frowning Fiend of Nurgle.

He did not kneel, but look up at the statue. His little eyes hiding in the sockets of his pale face blinking a couple of times. His own face being a frown, knowing that he has failed, being ever so reminded by the painful blisters and the acid that ate away on his skin and flesh. The very fact that even his sorcery seemed to have been stripped from him. With his thoughts having coped with he turned to the group.

"Space Port." Is all Kaleidos said, reminding them that the war effort here mattered little and their minds should only attempt to focus on it. Once they would find the space port, then they might find a vessel off this world. It did not matter at all on which world they were, it was not home. And it lacked the extraordinary warmth and blights of Grandfather Nurgle.

"The space port is far too obvious," announces Silim to no one in particular, looking out over the city sprawl of Sicarus, casting his sorcerous senses out over it in cursory reconaissance as he turns his war-meditation up a notch, drawing on his as-yet unnamed Legion brother's power to boost the scrying, "They will be expecting it. Likewise the usual targets - armouries, supply depots, the lot. Yet, we will require what is in them to last long enough to make it offworld."

Turning his eye on the red wake of Kharn's progress, he says, "Let us make full use of our wild card. We will trail in his wake and pick over the carrion of his passing. Let him be our shield, sword and compass - not to mention smokescreen - until we are strong enough to break away and forge our own path. He will hit an armoury or depot sooner or later - let us not be late to the feast when he does."

Turning to face the bulk of the gathering, he adds, "Before we go, let us pick over what is available to us here. There must be some usable arms and armour left, however little."

Kaleidos snarled in annoyance. Too much blabbering like the Word Bearers themselves. Preaching their own views, definitions and what not. The fool even brings up problem and solution in an entire paragraph. Of course the Space Port is obvious, but Kharn has all the eyes of the enemy on him - and in fact he was their enemy too. But what this little group could do? They could just sneak into it. And it was time to make his entire plan a bit more clear. His voice coming up once more. "Sneak into the Space Port, during their attack."

The gear was irrelevant to Kaleidos - he had the powers of the Warp on his side. And what wouldn't be good enough for Kharn's raiding men to be left behind, wouldn't be good enough for them to survive here either. They had to work with their wits, not with steel. Typical unenlightened peasants.

"Word Bearers? To hell with Word Bearers, they are not important here," Viator replied to the Dark Apostle, oblivious of his previous allegiances. "And neither is getting to the Space Port. Well, it is important but not yet. Like the others said, we are not yet capable of defending ourselves properly, yet alone seizing an entire ship and flying our merry way out of here. Not to mention - is any of you a navigator? Have you flown through the tides out here? I don't see your third eye so I take that as a no. Yes, you are witches, but that can only help you little when you are so malnourished and, well, weak."

"So I'll get back to the beginning and propose that first we return our strength in at least a decent amount before planning anything so spectacular," he said and tightened his grip around Sa'vr'sen'stvo, "And following Kharn will not be that great in case he decides to turn around and slaughter us instead. Also, all eyes on Sicarus will be pointed on him and his rampage, letting everyone else who is smart enough to seize the opportunity and move in the other way - quickly and silently. We should find ourselves a good place filled with weaklings to feed upon, that would help our cause the most!"

@Colapse + Rest

Kaleidos just grunted at this point. And he knew it was smarter than to argue in the little ragtag group they were right now. So he just flanked the one with the plan to increase their self-esteem by slaughtering fledgling, starving worshipers that served the Word Bearers. They probably will just die from a heart attack when they are approached, that is how impressive a Space Marine to normal mortals are after all. But all the Nurglite wanted right now was to finally get a step closer away from the prison, rather than having to fear to be thrown into that Garden of Nurgle again. It in fact sent a shudder through him. That feeling of that disgustingly warm flower haunting his very soul.

OOC: Vote +1 on Colapse / Viator's plan.

@Colapse + rest

Mordethac snarled. The bloodlust that had turned his vision red was now abating in the new light. Although it was slightly dim it was still bright and he scrunched up his face accordingly. He was surrounding by bickering, it gave him a headache. No. NO! Not a headache! A clarity! The voices...the voices were silenced for now...he tried to enjoy it but the bickering...

"Agh!" Mordethac growled in frustration as he tried to distance himself from the group. He covered his ears and attempted to concentrate. Now he was unassailed by the voices and now he needed to use that time for pla-

"Astoro"

Mordethac turned around and scanned the courtyard for the voice. It called him Astoro, his old name. "Astoro" He looked up as the statues heads turned towards him and said in unison "Don't let him take over...he is still devoted he-" "Ragh!" Mordethac clutched his head, it pounded to the rhythm of his heartbeat and grew in intensity, he was losing control...he-

Astoro shook his head. "The...the voices are gone." he remarked. He had been a prisoner in his own body for the last couple minutes ever since he had succumbed to his thirst for blood. He tried to figure out what his next steps should be. He wanted, no, NEEDED redemption but he was in no state to attain it now. He sighed and tried to clear his mind. He listened to the voices of the others and after a second approached them. If he would have to work with heretics to get off this planet then fine but he wasn't going to be their friend forever. Even now he could feel the voices returning, he would have to act fast before Mordethac came back.

"I believe that Kharn could serve as a distraction while we make our escape. First we should find a place to hide and amass power before we decide on how to get off this planet. Taking a ship is too risky and following Kharn could just get us into more trouble. I think we should head off to where they are unlikely to look for us. This would give us enough time to regain our strength, then we could return to the city and enact a plan to escape."

OOC: +1 vote on Viator/Colapse' plan.

Garrick looked out on the outside world with a snarl on his place. "This is what the world bearers call home?!, bah I have seen better from my legion, better defended positions and trenchs and fortress, mortals working and not just worshiping." Garrick commented as he heard the other marines speaking of what to do next he began listening to there plans before deciding to committing his own energy and little influence he had with a plan.

"I agree with the swordsmen before we can do much of anything we need to regain our strength, we are in little worth of fighting condition we are now in and equipment wise we would have no chance getting a ship or taking any objective as we are now." Garrick said as he looked over to the gate out and Kharn envious of his current mob and almost wanting to join them if it were not for the condition he was in.

Destroying all in his path and blowing to buts anyone who came across him sounded like something Garrick would go for.

OOC 1+ to colapse

"Provisions are certainly necessary, but right now - *this* very minute - arms and armour moreso. Kharn will not be a problem so long as we hang back far enough - he has far better to choose from than a gaggle of half-dead wretches," says Silim, using his talents to boost his weak, rasping voice, "Otherwise, I agree with your plan in essence. Where I disagree is in execution. Let us try this, then - we have sufficient numbers here to split up and work on multiple objectives. Rather than move in a great unruly mob and risk recapture or death all in one go, let us put our eggs in several different baskets."

"Are you ever quiet? We all obviously agree with him, so act with the rest of us or go on your own. We could only split up with adequate equipment and health. We are frail, hungered out, mentally drained and who knows how insane you lot are. But it seems you are eager to die - if that is the case, then go and do that on your own, while we try to regain the love of our gods." Kaleidos spat annoyed at that fool who wanted his own way despite everything.