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*cocks head*

It sounds like it all traces back to a fear of being alone. Not just for periods of time, but forever. As in, no army to serve, no one to fight for. Just endless wandering, without cause, comrade, or conviction.

OOC Philosophical Kroot is philosophical.

*Brushes snow off shoulders*

I feel out half way up.

*Drinks a hot drink*

You guys should try these.

*Chucks everyone a hot drink*

It'll keep you warm.

*takes the note* 106467, 544655 wait... That's the das iarae breach point during the seige, why would they want to meet me there....

Why am I half way up a snowy mountain with a bird, a kroot brid man and a commisar on a quest? Why did you even take me with you fools.

[Rests on ledge] Perhaps. I would root it more in failure. Failure of my duty, failure of my purpose, and failure to protect her...
[Swigs hot drink] Steam appears out of ears] Woof! That was certainly efficient. [Looks up mountain] I think we're nearly there.

[Voxes BC and whispers some instructions] [Looks uneasy]

*takes drink* hmmm, odd human custom...

It's a tall mountain. Sooner you get up this, sooner I can get off fething here. Now . *smashed boulder off a partially caved in pass*

Keep up if you can.

[Looks warily at pass] ...Following a fallen Primarch? [Looks around at group, mountain and map] No less strange than the rest of my day, I suppose.
[Starts moving faster] I'm sure I'm holding most of you up, anyway. Kroot can move outdoors easily, and a Primarch is an Astartes... I'm just a moderately athletic officer.

Ahh nothing like a trek through the mountains.

I do wonder what monsters we might run into.

We got a good chance of running into a Giadrome but they are no threat.

Fallen or not your a whole lot safer with one.

What up here can match the lordof iron!
Slower yes, but this ice coming up even a kroot and a space marine would have to slow down.

Kroot? Never heard of them before, only race that matched is the bird men we exterminated on the eastern fringe during the great crusade.

*Teleports inside of Pertuabo, still intangible*
*Floats out of him and lands behind BC, making self completely tangible again*
Back.

*mind is unreadable and granite hard edged and dark*

Get out my head you vulture and scavenger of minds.
You rad nothing here. I feel your multi part mind and your dying decaying nature.

*looks upset about the repeated mention of 'bird men'*
*sighs and takes a swig from the hot drink*

I assume that the greatest fear will appear differently for everyone? It would be odd for all of us to take on the quest taker's fear, and only that.

Wait a second if we have to face our greatest fear would it not be wise to enter one by one to avoid overlapping fears?

Also where are we headed anyway?

Or if we go as one we confuse the spirits that guard it.
It idea of greatest fear will be confused..

This sounds very much like chaos games they play.
Tree of Odin for a aspple to save that female space marine ...

Why I'm here, chaos only knows

I am only decaying whilst I have an avatar, Primarch. Normally, I expand as the universe does. It is odd that I cannot read your mind, although hardly unprecedented. As much as you like to think, you're not unique...

Cannot read us, minds of granite. Like the thunder warriors resistance to magic but fasr far more refined and advanced than what came before.

Plus once you relise the logic of chaos all is so much more powerful.

[Looks confused] You guys don't have to face your darkest fears unless you particularly want an apple.

I mean by all means go ahead, but it's not mandatory.

Chaos' logic is flawed. There is no underlying structure to the universs besides chaos and the whims of gods. All is Yog-Sothoth, Yog-Sothoth is all.
*Phases through floor and picks up a quarter from a meter underground*

[Pauses in tunnel] You come within tentacle reach of me or Amelia again, and I'll show you how intangibility mixes with the Emperor's Wrath.

I suppose I should apologize for saving her life, then?

You call that living? [Points back towards room]
She's dead in all but body, and that's your fault as much as the genestealers!

[Rubs temples with hand] I haven't even had time to sort out the fact I'm probably a genetic carrier as well, because we're up here fixing your first mistake.

I could have consumed her mind as well. There was the equivalent of seventy humans in her head, the Hive Mind was warping her to it's own ends. I know you didn't want the world to die.

Chaos has put much study into weaponizing the genestraler for our own ends and improving its effectiveness.

There contact is not 100% transmutable. We where seeking to correct that. You may not be infected..

Do you know what is 100% transmutable?
Basic elements.
*Turns all the iron in Yarrick's hat into gold*

You may as well have consumed it, you broke it! [Slips while climbing due to anger]

[Pulls up onto ledge and pulls blackjack up] And as if I am to believe you did that out of altruism? I'm no centuries old Primarch, but I know if it had suited you, this world would be left to ruin whilst you pursue your goals.

[Looks at Jhe] I'm so damned angry that I wouldn't even know.

I don't think this is the place for an argument. The weather itself is a common enemy enough.

*gestures to snow falling heavily*

It's almost as if we are being challenged to even reach the tree, let alone face our fears.

*lighting strikes a nearby peak sending a small land slide behind*

this kroot is right, the very power of gods dwell here! now it gets exciting.

Feth the weather. Feth this mountain. [Kicks a rock off the edge into nearby clouds]
... How high are we? [Looks down] Surely there must be an end to this.

[Still wearing a greatcoat and Commissariat dress uniform and apparently entirely unbothered by the weather or Verviedi's messing with the hat]

As high as we need to go. Simple, we carry on and feth this damned mountain.

*clears several rocks like there nothing and marches off along a valley side path high on the walls*

Perhaps someone is scared of heights, and this is just an illusion...