With a flash of greenish smoke, he appears with a smug smile and promptly drops a crate made of black metal and green weaving along the edges "a gift from my lord to those....space marines" and just as fast he was gone leaving the crate behind
Messinius looks over at Aphael, then to Mathius. "Could be a trap."
Seeing all of this unfold, Thyra pulled fumi closer to her "I don't like the feeling of what's inside..."
He flicked his fingers and the crate flew out of the building. Mathis grabbed his swords and gave chase to Tamarind.
Mathius Kothinto wrote:
He flicked his fingers and the crate flew out of the building. Mathis grabbed his swords and gave chase to Tamarind.
He was nowhere to be found, at least on this little plane of existence. But the crate smashed to the ground outside, breaking open and spilling out something horrendous. A gene seed that had been twisted and corrupted in a rather familiar way
"That is the gene seed of Heretic Astartes. Why did he have that?"
"Mathius!" He called out after his fellow Fate's Circle member, but sat knowing full well he could not stop what comes next.
"And this box…I recognize this design. It's Necron technology. I've seen this in the Pariah Nexus. Drael, who is this individual we are dealing with?"
Drael Chæzkath wrote:
"Mathius!" He called out after his fellow Fate's Circle member, but sat knowing full well he could not stop what comes next.
"He wants to fight on Demerium" he looked between Vitrian and Donatos.
"My wife's abusing ex-husband"
"...you won't actually go fight him? That sounds like a trap knowing him" she kept her hand on her husband and still held her daughter close "it would be unwise"
Mathius Kothinto wrote:
"He wants to fight on Demerium" he looked between Vitrian and Donatos.
"That makes sense. The Ultramarines apparently uncovered a Necron tomb on Demerium. But still, he's got a lot of nerve going there, since it's also an Imperial burial world. If he wants to desecrate the resting place of those who gave their lives for the Imperium, he's gonna have to answer to us. I will muster as much manpower that the White Consuls can spare, and we will make him pay for his actions against all of us."
She slowly stand up and stride right to the marines "I have one request. You excluded Dreal from this, do not let him join you." Her mood shifted "I will not lose him. If I find out you let him tag along after that phycopath and he is hurt in any way, I will hunt you down and not even your brothers can save you from that, do make myself clear?" She had used levitation to meet them eye to eye
He spun a small ball of green light from outside this plane of existence, and sent it into the bar, speaking from it "the lost woman fears for her boy toy? How adorable. He will come, because he knows I will not stop...but..I do have one question Thyra...where is my son?"
Thyra Chæzkath wrote:
She slowly stand up and stride right to the marines "I have one request. You excluded Dreal from this, do not let him join you." Her mood shifted "I will not lose him. If I find out you let him tag along after that phycopath and he is hurt in any way, I will hunt you down and not even your brothers can save you from that, do make myself clear?" She had used levitation to meet them eye to eye
"Understood, ma'am. I swear upon my soul I will do all I can to keep him from this conflict."
She nodded in satisfaction before turning and waving her hand, weaving spirit and fire to surround the green orb, the weave slowly tightens "as for you Tamaran...he is not your son, nor am I your wife, know that Drael is more of a man than you'll ever be" then she closes her hand into a fist,causing the weave to suddenly crush and shatter the orb
A rage fill scream filled the air but faded as his magic dissipates a two words come through "your mine" then his magic dissipates completely
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