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OOC: S'okay, we still like you <3

BIC:

*Irilis glances over her shoulder at Hrorki*

That's impressive for a Mon'keigh. I once witnessed the full duration of a breeding program of Mon'keigh, it was comedic gold. They somehow got bigger, uglier and stupider, and I was beginning to wonder if they were about to turn green, too.

How did your one survive this long?

*Hrorki grits his teeth slightly and yet again contemplates shooting Irilis in the face*
That's what I intend to ask him when I find him Witch. Among other things....
*he then slowly continues disarming the myriad of traps that are in his way*

OOC:
That's what important to me Selym above all else, is that you still like me.

*after most traps disarmed eventually it opens out ontona small ledge that has what looks like a small cave on it heavily inscribed with stasis and runes of camouflage to barely survive the whole invasion*

*inside the Jarl is resting, injured and using susmembrane to with life signs so low he barely registered on anything*
*needs some medical care too as also took serious injuries in various fights and running battles*
*armour is rather battered and missing in places*

Ooc aye, long as ya happy.
...

*Marla is still highly confused talking to self trying to work out of this stranger is "Milo" and why she feels so utterly and insanely confused*
*emotionally utterly confused *

*Irilis starts probing the Jarl's mind for information, but his suspended animation just gives her static. Internally ruffled, she decides to wait for him to wake up, like some sort of peasant.*

*Jarl is a Rune Priest. (Liberian) *
*passive defensives exist mentally but mind is so slow mo that they not active much at all*

*cannot tell much about him from sus membrane and runes that supress outside and semi stasis effect *
*once you wake him up then you can have more fun*

*Roland keeps walking along, looking for any threats.*

*Jake rounds on Gharn.*
Jake: Does it matter?! They are fething dead! And so is she.. just.. stop..
*He takes a long drag then hears Yarricks comment and his eyes burn with rage.*
Jake: Gak... gak... You know what's gak Yarrick? The Yankee's losing the world series, That is gak... or I'm eating dirt again! That's gak.. Or maybe I'm stuck in a gak box full of idiots, who only care about their own selfish lives! That is gak!..... Losing the one thing in my life that keeps me happy? No that is far beyond gak... That's like losing a piece of yourself, knowing you can never have it back... you know what that's like?
*Jake's hands are so fast, that his movements are a blur. Two magnum shots sound off, and Yarrick is suddenly missing his big, and little toe.*
Jake: How does that feel Yarrick, like fething gak?
*Coldly looks up at him, daring him to draw his pistol.*

---
*The armies of the red robbed figure, build themselves a huge spire, which is heavily defended.*
*Also hordes of monsters run around the forest.*

OOC: The sus-an membrane on a marine is typically sufficient for self-sustained stasis for extended periods. They usually don't also require stasis mechanisms, as the point is for a stranded marine to hibernate himself until rescue arrives. Does he have stasis mechanisms for a reason?

Ooc when the planet was overun, it was more meant as a plot device to slow his life signs to be extremely hard to detect.

Basically masking amy life signs as to make sure he was not found by his enemies.

I needed a semi logical reason why he managed to go undetected and it was best I could come up with that respected plot but kept my avatar alive for use.

*A crossbow bolt flies towards Billy, which is quickly followed by the Witcher himself*
A: Hope the bomb didn't hit your eyes.

*Gharn looks slightly taken aback by Jake's outburst*
*He stands up and puts a hand on Jake's shoulder*
Gharn: Jake, please, do not do this.
*He feels really sorry for Jake as he knows what he's going through, from when he lost his own family due to Maiev*



*Billy takes the bolt in his fleshy shoulder and cries out in pain*
Billy: Y'ain't that lucky pal!
*With his metal arm he empties his revolver at Aerin*

*Aerin's Quen shield breaks as the bullets hit, and he growls*
A: Already better than Caladrius.
*springs forwards gracefully, his sword glowing brightly with green runes*

*Billy awkwardly reloads with one hand and fires off another 2 shots before Aerin gets him*

*Maria heads off looking for Gharn as knows he one of faster and best trackers out of those at the room right now and try to explain the situation as gentley as possible *

Il find Gharn... We need a fast tracker. And no one else here fits that bill so well.

...

*Marla remains confused about the milo that's bot milo but milo at same time.*

..

*Marilania nods to Maria and holds onto Morgan worried for him not hered him that broken ever*
*tries to be gentle*
You want anything?
Food, quiet spot, maybe some time to think?

...

*Yarl Agmar remains in the cave in state of sus coma, but still able to be woken if they get to him*

...

*Furia is kinda getting rather worried as no sightings of thoeth ay All and wondering of he was killed out there slightly*

*asks toubd main area*
Anyone seen.. Thoeth, or small child?
Missing... Need. Information on them, getting worried as so long.

Ooc night. Got a busy Monday ahead!

*Morgan nods and looks over at Iris who gives him a reassuring look*
Iris: I'll take care of her until Gharn get's here... You go...
*Morgan nods then turns to Maril*
Morgan: I just... I wanna go to bed...

*Jake remains silent.*
Jake: Gharn, you don't know what's going to happen... but you will...
*He sighs.*
JAke: Everything is a fething wheel.

---
*Roland frowns at the black ooze.*
Roland: I have seen all manner of things like this, it could be anything.

*Marinalia*
Course.. Come on, lets get some sleep and maybe a shower in the morning.

Thanks Iris.. Il look after Morgan.
Do my best anyway. *gives her a slightly nervous glance as leaving giving away she not entirely sure how but genuinely means it*

*holds his hand and leads him back to her room and starts changing out her armour into something far more comfortable before snuggling or sleeping on sofa whichever he prefers*

...

*Maria goes looking for Gharn to pass on her message about both cal, and the fact Morri and Horus do not know*
*tries to be gentle as possible but also get info across quickly*

*greets anyone passing/in area if fond gharn*

...

Meanwhile a ship loiters miles out on the systems edge past the outer most planet where it is out of the way and not aiaming to enter close to room planet having stayed on the very furthest edges of room system out of the way of anything*
A figure speaks to richly and rather creatively clad captain of the ship.

Lord Captain... We have the system. It is mostly un mapped or categorized.
The planet you requested is known for being a death world but no communication has been hered .
Estimated population is in the millions from old reports but has a reputation for being highly variable.

That is the one... Ready the black shuttle, tell me when it is ready.

Lord captain. That shall take time after...

Begone... Tell me not of problems but when.

Ooc night for reals folks.

*Gharn frowns*
Gharn: What? What do you mean? What's going to happen?



*Morri nods but still can't shake the bad feeling*
Morri: A-alright... Let's go on then...
*They're nearing the mountains and the trees are becoming sparse as the ground becomes rockier*


*Morgan cuddles up with Maril and just lies there, unable to sleep at all*

*Irilis speaks to Hrorki*

I take it we are to bring this "Jarl" back to the Imperial Base?

What do you intend to do with it once it is there?

*Hanna walks out of her room and heads into the kitchen for a drink*

*She is still a little shaken and she sips a cup of water quietly*

*Hrorki slowly approaches the Jarl*
You certainly led us on a merry chase didn't you brother?
*examines him and notes the injuries and the missing armor*
We need to get you seen to brother, you appear to be about in as good of a shape as I am.
*he gets the Jarl into an awkward one handed hold and slowly begins working his way back out of the cave*

*to Irilis*
Once we get back I intend to revive him, and then after that I do not know. The original intent was for the Rune Priests of my Great Company to talk to Agmar at length and discern what lore he knows. He is the second to last living connection to our Lord Primarch, he is invaluable to my Chapter. But since I was the only one who made it to the planet...

*Irilis appears to understand, and perks up at the intent to get off-world*

Can you not call your kind and get a transport?

*Hrorki grunts as Agmar is surprisingly heavy*
I can try, but the Strike Cruiser might not be in range. Last I heard they were under assault by an alien cruiser, and they were being forced to retreat. I have no guarantee that they're anywhere close enough to be hailed. I may have no choice but to wait here and pray they come back.
*his facial expression indicates that he has no real hope that they're coming back anytime soon*

*Milo continues staring into space and trying to piece his thoughts together*

*Irilis casts her mind into the warp, hoping to divine the secrets that the linear progression of time has withheld*

*She places her hands on her ghosthelm, as though she had a migraine*

*Prophecy eludes her, but as she whispers to it, the warp whispers back*

OOC: Should I lead on what Irilis divines, or should I let someone else give pointers?

OOC:
Up to you really, the cruiser was just a plot device to get my characters onto the planet to begin with.

BIC:
*Hrorki continues his slow journey with Agmar*
*notes Irilis' struggle, and is ready to shoot her in the head if she shows any signs of becoming possessed, even though that doesn't really happen with Eldar. But he don't know that*

*Irilis withdraws her mind, deeply unsatisfied with the excursion. Details always eluded her, but she had been hoping for at least a scene, or some sort of narrative. All she got this time though, was some of Agmar's experiences in the Great Crusade*

*Perplexed as to why that would be relevant to her future, she decides to probe Hrorki for more information. She decides to try this verbally, at least for now.*

What did Agmar do in his time in the Great Crusade?

*Hrorki grunts as he nearly drops Agmar*
From what we have learned from the Great Wolf, Agmar was one of the first Rune Priests of the Space Wolves Legion. He was one of the first who was able to wield the powers of nature, the power of Fenris, and channel it. The title of "Jarl" that he has implies that he also held some sort of high rank, so it seems to us that he was one of Russ' inner circle. Or at the very least he was well respected.

*This connection with Leman Russ strikes a prophetic charm within Irilis, but not one she recognises*

Well that would certainly explain the traps he set. I take it you know not his purpose on this planet?

*Aerin grunts as the two bullets slam into him, punching right through his armor, and making him stagger backwards*
A: Mistake.
*casts Aard on Billy (telekinetic blast) before following after him, ready to plunge his blade into Billy*

*Hrorki shakes his head grimly as he walks*
All we know is that he showed up on this world some time ago, and that word of his presence here took some time to arrive at Fenris. He seems to have had a part in setting up a Fenrisian inspired lodging and eatery area here, but the reasons for that elude me currently.
*he sighs heavily*
Very little about this place makes any sort of sense.

*The ESCHER is time-paradox-ed, aborting the fracture and entering a universe containing a Federation that fell to corporate rule*

*The Computers hardly note this, as parallel universes are common*

*Light years ago, everyone's favorite oblivious crazy guy stirs*