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*space wolf finds right path but Il be a good hard trek*
*several signs the old wolf slipped or used hand holds tp get up , obviously retreating deep into the Fenris realm to hide and recover*

Route may require a farseer to detect some traps cammoflarged and hidden with runes in attempt to prevent those unworthy of finding him*

...
*Marla finally relises the various emotions she been holding for last few weeks and Marla exe has problems processing*
*kinda torn alot but not wanting to gets hopes up and have them destroyed and no longer can keep it all bottled up*

*sighs as they both pretty mentally fethed up*

...

*Marinalia tries to comfort Morgan if possible and be there for him even if unsure and abit scared by it all*

...

*Furia carries on a carving the woodern wolf now looking alot more wolf like*

Ooc maybe one more post max then I'm hitting the hay*

*Irilis perks up at the sign of an intriguing trail, but keeps her distance and says nothing, sensing nothing of particular interest. Though that should be suspicious, she fails to notice the oddness of it*

*Milo.exe has stopped working for now*
*he just keeps staring into space as Marla stands there*

*Hrorki glances up at the various handholds and then at his missing arm*
*he sighs and starts taking the same handholds, albeit at a far slower pace as he has to use his legs to anchor himiself in place so he can raise up his hands*
*to Irilis*
Be wary, I assume Brother Agmar has set some rune traps along the way. Your magic may actually come in handy here.
*sounds like he had to force that last phrase out, as he REALLY does not like alien magic*

*Irilis draws a little closer, navigating the awkward ground with the grace that can be expected of an Eldar*

*remains silent, not wanting to break the tension now that it has replaced boredom*

*his caution is well founded as a rune trap fire but seemed aimed at a faster paced pursuit blasting outwards that would of forced onto some nasty looking shards of rock*

*there's a couple of both runic, and regular well camoflarged traps on way from simple hand grenades and tripwires to a runic trap that designed to strip your life force, all camoflarged with various means and methods to make it extra fun and odd spectral decoy or false falling boulder *

Ooc have fun. If you want while I'm sleeping.
There's a variety if you want to carry on and add some flavour .

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*Marla sighs and also writes down her room number andnto fond her if he wants /needs help/remembers wanting some time to process her emotions and thoughts*

Il check on you later... I'm ... Gotta process this.
*just follows her gut and kisses him on cheek before leaving for own room*

Ooc night.

*Hrorki takes it super slow, making sure to scan each area very thoroughly for traps before going to far forward*
*is inwardly cursing Agmar for making this such a pain in the neck*
I swear Brother, when I actually find you we are going to have some words....

*Dria is still wrapped in Iris's arms and sobbing, heartbroken*

*Morgan looks over at Perron then down at his father, looking a little as if he's not 100% there*
Morgan: P-perron? W-what?
*He looks at Maril, looking utterly defeated*
Morgan: M-maril?
*He pulls her into a hug and buries his face in her shoulder, ,weeping for his father*


*Billy and Black Hawk are finally getting back on track towards the room*


*Gharn has no idea anything is wrong with Dria or the others*
Gharn: Want? I do not want anything, other than perhaps to help you if I can.

Ooc one last post *

*space wolf finds a Byzantium grenade trap rigged ro seemingly explode in 3 different ways only a veteran space wolf could of made up but can be disarmed also easily if you manage to remove the right part correctly *

Also runicly hidden tp a degree and made to be confusing*

...

*Marinalia kinda unsure if anything she can do will help just holds onto him tightly and is there feeling sad as cal was nice to her and a helped them end up together *
I'm here... Not leaving you.
*reinforces point in her badly accented Danu which she is kinda bad at but can do a few words and phrases curtsey of Morgan*
"no go... Sta..stay you"
Ooc she can be npc abit and generally trying best to help even if unsure or abit scared at having that level of task*


Ooc night.
I just threw in a few traps n such as walking in finding Agmar is damned boring and more fun to have a few challenging moments on your quest to find the old wolf and why he escaped to a degree also.

*Hrorki examines the grenade trap with a critical eye*
You certainly made this difficult didn't you brother?
*he starts trying to disarm it with his one good arm*
*it's rather slow going, as he's trying to avoid blowing himself up, so this is going to take a while*

*Irilis projects her mind through the warp to get a sense of future possibilities*

I recommend a fingertip search of everything you touch or stand on. There are traps everywhere. This could take some time.

*Jake sighs at Gharn.*
Jake: You... haven't heard...
*He finally looks at Gharn his eyes raw with a whirpool of emotions.*
Jake: Denny is dead, Gharn. I am alone.
*He returns to staring out in the distance.*
Jake: I'm... alone.

---
*Roland trails along, look still pretty sad, which is rare to see sense he hides his emotions so well.*

---
*Eddie sits in the mainroom smoke cigarettes.*

*Hrorki nods*
Yes, he seems to have put a fair number of traps here, I'd estimate there's one trap of some sort every couple of feet. This is going to take a while, I hope you have nothing better to do for a while Eldar.
*he bends down and begins to disarm the traps one at a time, those traps that are more magical in nature he calls upon Irilis to help with*
*It's really slow going*

*Gharn's mouth drops open in horror*
Gharn: She is... dead?
*He slumps at the loss of his Ho-Khazet, cause that means something to him, even if he didn't really know Denny that well*
Gharn: H-how?


*Morrigan gets a empty hollow feeling in her gut, but doesn't recognize it and tries to shake it for the sake of the mission, passing it off as grief over Scatty*
*She keeps moving forwards, following the trails of bootprints and black ooze*

*Jake nods slowly, and grits his teeth.*
Jake: She was slain.
*He looks at his magnum.*
Jake: And I... didn't stop it.

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*Roland keeps walking along, not really worried about Scatty, but the things that invaded the forest.*
*They being followed, he knows that, but doesn't know by what... or by who...*

*Somewhere in the wilderness, Athan sets up camp and trains. Though his experience and skill is great, the old Astartes feels incomplete. It has been far too long since the soldier felt the familiar weight of his spear, long since lost*

*Athan looks at his matching blade, a tanto-sized weapon gifted to him by a nameless hero long ago*

Athan: (If the dead could only speak...)

*The old warrior runs his hand through his copper hair, now streaked with silver, and ponders his lot as a meager catch of wild game cooks over a fire*

*Gharn is unsure what to do, shocked that Denny is dead*
Gharn: ...By...By who? Who has killed the Ho-Khazet?


*Morrigan pauses and picks up Maril's combat blade from the ground*
Morrigan: Is this-?
Horus: Maril's. She stabbed her.
Morrigan:...And she's just pulled it out. Hm.
*She dips a finger in the black ooze still on the blade*
Morrigan: Hm... Roland have you seen anything like this before?
*She shows him the ooze. It's thick and almost goopy, like syrup*

[Perron sighs] ..I can't bring Cal back, but I can prevent your last memory of your father from being so ...severe. [Bows head] It's just imagery, I haven't desecrated anything physically.

[Benny looks around cautiously] ...Where's Morrigan?

[Yarrick leans, smoking on the wall somewhere near Gharn and Jake] Damn. That's gak. [Sees Gharn stare] What? It is. No point dressing it up... It's gak. [Goes quiet again]

*Morgan nod shakily, looking a wreck*
Morgan: T-thanks P-perron...
*He looks over at Benny, tears still streaming down his face*
Morgan: Scatty... she and Uncle Horus went to find her...

*Aerin starts heading back towards the room*
A: The eye of an immortal, better be more of a fight than Cal.

*Marinalia kinda just goes with flow and just hugs and lets him rest and cry against her shoulder and feels sad for Mprgan but tries best to help genuinely though a tad unsue how*

Thankyou perron... Benny. Can you find Gharn? Dira plus he was there family almost.
*slightly nervously*
Morgan... So sorry...

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*Marla dat in her room thinking and wondering if what she thinking can be true. *

...

*Furia sat in main room staying out of way but not quite Trust the stranger in black*
*glances over a few times as trying to gauge this mysteriously garbed man*

...

*Yarls traps seem to form more and more some form of protection of a place, and start to though frustrating make a clearer idea off things and his reasoning *

*also runes up above seem to be hiding something *
*there importance is higher as more of them and more powerful and older ones*

...

*Maria hangs about in corridor looking down at news but also unwilling to interrupt after what Marla told her*

*Billy and Black Hawk are on their way back to the room too, but not quite there yet*
*Billy's loudly berating Black Hawk over getting them lost for nearly a week*
Billy: Oh yeah! Black Hawk! Ma-ka-tai-me-she-kia-kiak! The greatest human tracker alive! Biiiiiig help!
*Black Hawk is suffering in silence, knowing his friend will calm down and apologize once he's done venting*

*Assuming that BH and Billy are close enough, Aerin pauses as Billy's shouting carries over to him*
A: (Lucky day.)
*The Cat draws his steel sword and stalks towards the pair*

*Billy and Black Hawk are totally close enough and Billy keeps venting for a while longer*


*Morgan nods to Maril then looks back down at his father*
Morgan: W-we... Someone needs to g-go get mum....


*Iris is rocking Dria gently, speaking softly and trying to sooth her as best she can*
*Dria is back to being detached from reality and just emotionally shut down*

*Aerin steadily catches up to the pair, trusting Billy's ranting to cover his already silent footsteps*
*the Witcher slowly reaches for a grapeshot bomb and tosses it at the pair's feet (when it detonates, shrapnel is sent in every direction)*
A: Better make this quick.

*Marinalia*
Aye.. Morri .. Needs to know.
Gharn too.

Can you ... *sighs as sounds silly* aura call her?
With help. ?

I can ... Fly if we have something. Maybe. Its a long shot.
But I don,t want to leave you to face this alone.

...

*maria sighs and steps in*
I can help on aura.... If you knew how. Emperor knows how your feeling . So sorry Morgan. He was a friend to us.

*Morgan shakes his head*
Morgan: Someone... someone's going to have to go after her... I can't do anything...
*Looks utterly defeated and just... empty*


*Black Hawk reacts instantly, kicking the bomb like a soccerball, but they both still get hit by plenty of shrapnel*
Billy: AGH!
*Both collapse to the ground and Billy draws his gun*
Billy: Th' feth... what th' feth?! Hawk...?
*He clumsily props himself up and glances around, pretty badly cut up*

*Maria*

Il go. Il need someone who can track though.
*thinks*
Gah gonna have tp ask Gharn probably. Might not be a easy sell. Maybe Furia if I can can peusade her.
Marlin, you just look after Morgan. Marla is about though, helping.. Well helping out a patient.

*Marinalia nods*
Sure mum. I ain't leaving even if you asked me.
*looks over to Morgan*
We help you. Promise.

*Irilis is midway through trying to disarm a particularly fiendish runic trap, when she decides to get chatty*

So who exactly are we looking for? They're being really annoying.

*Trap is disarmed after some skilled rune craft but also when translated seems to have somehow worked when made out of 50% Wolf, claw and fang based runes*

*makes sense in space wolf but probably total madness in eldar understanding*

There most of the way there to the spot they need to get too after a few hours work clearing the barriers.

*Hrorki grunts in annoyance*
We are looking for one of the most ancient members of my Chapter. If rumor is to be believed, he is from the time of Russ, and thus making him over ten thousand years old. Now I know that means nothing to your deranged Xenos mind, but to us it means he is an invaluable source of lore and wisdom, as well as one of the last connections to my Primarch.

OOC:
I'm going to be at a 40k event for most of the day, so this may be one of my last posts before late, late in the evening.