Dominion Bryn'adûl | Dominion of Maldra IV

[Fomoris]

Post: One
Objective- Follow the tenants
Tags- Galak Hraelga Nacht

As the Marauder and General had their conversation to the side, Fomoris and his fellows were working upon the computers nearby,vextracting all the files they could. A low growl emerged from deep within his gullet as frustration began to build.

His monstrous appendages were designed to rip and tear, to wield weapons of a monstrous size and the speed in which he was using the weakling technology of this world was not as fast as he would like.

The stench of violence and bloodletting permeating the air around them.

His huge lumbering form stepped away from the computer with a growl as he returned to look upon the vivasected corpse of his brethren. Deep within his torso, Fomoris felt his heartbeat begin to spike as the scent of spilt Baedurin blood flushed his nostrils.

The blood of his fellows always brought his rage to the fore as it meant there was a foe capable of harming them nearby, something worth putting himself against. This cowardly way of ruining the monstrous perfection that was a Baedurin disgusted him.

A sharp movement in his peripherals brought him back to the current situation and he instinctively raised his glaive up, the movement mirrored by the other Brutes with him.

The General and the Marauder both displayed body language that betrayed the tension they all felt. Tensions that looked close to breaking.

Charging forward, Fomoris stalked around the pair like a hunting canine, the low growl breaking forth into a threatening bark. Staring at the other Brutes it took all his discipline not to break into an attack although the two before him far outmatched him both in power and prowess.

If I attack now, it means the end of us but also shows weakness in the General.

Fomoris had complete faith in the larger Baedurin, but continued the threat display, hoping that further Bryn’adûl blood need not be spilt.

 

[Bazh'Thu]

[ MUSIC ]​

Objective: Discover.
Post: 1
Tags: Primarch Drek'ma .

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The Great Conquest of the Bryn'adûl continues north, and those who will stand in the path of the inevitable Nightmare will soon perish upon the unrelenting force of the Draelvasier . Those eager to falter and resist the Bryn'adûl's advances are blinded by their own ignorance and ambitions, for terror will be brought down upon them. Soon, Weakness will be vanquished upon the frail worlds stepped upon by the brood of the Chieftain. and so they will be crowned victors, with their names rightfully branded all over the Known Galaxy. Death to those who allow Weakness to persevere, glory to the Bryn'adûl!

.......

The smell of sheer self-destruction lingered upon the arrival of the Bryn'adûl. Such a cold reception for visitors of considerable might. The Shamans had been dispatched as reconnaissance, with the purpose of surveying various regions across the planet, in hopes of discovering rich deposits of natural resources that could be siphoned for the campaign efforts. They have came in conclusion regarding the previous inhabitants of the area, and their dreadful fate. Only one thing is certain, that fear, possibly upon hearing the impending wrath that would eventually come for their people. caused the eventual downfall of this civilization. Whatever remained of them, the Bryn'adûl shall salvage unto their righteous cause.

Word was relayed down from the Chieftain that the cadavers are not to be manipulated or touched in any kind, to leave a cold embodiment of what will happen to those who stand in their warpath. Bazh'thu, in the other hand, partially did not agree with this idea. He believed that by careful examination of the specimens of their enemies, the Bryn'adûl will be able to extract viable information regarding the enfeeblement of their adversaries that they can use for the advantage of their advances. Bazh'thu stood tall. akin to a stone totem, naturally-cl;ad in metallic grey carapace that covered his pale, milky flesh, which resisted the frigid temperatures of the planet. In his right arm, he held his quarterstaff, constructed in the iron-forges of Draemidus Prime. His armor-plates were branded with the crest of the Bryn'adûl , marked to bring honor to their upstanding campaigns, and were embezzled with spoils of previous wars. Nine years of existence in the grueling world had brought him up into his current position - Shaman Beast-Master, but never in his entire life would he oppose the orders of the Chieftain, except for such notion.

" Inspect the surrounding sectors for viable assets. We must obtain strategic data and transmit it to Primarch Drek'ma. "​

Traversing through the isolated, wintry wilderness, the Beast-Master suddenly felt a familiar sensation. The Cosmic Force was unfathornably strong within the forgotten lands. As he delved deeper into the icy shadows, Bazh'thu sensed its sheer power, only growing as hr moved closer towards the unidentified source from which it emanates.

 

[Hraelga Nacht]

Objective: Hide the Truth
Post count: 7
Tag: Galak

It was a flaw within the brute to assume his frame and muscular strength were far enough above that of the Marauder to simply overwhelm her. For sure his raw power was leagues ahead of her, but he seemed not to account for the variety of applications Hraelga's physique allowed for when compared to the lumbering, hulking mass of muscle that were the baeldurin. Though the general managed to grab her arm, he seemed to forget that he was still holding her when he punched the marauder. To mitigate the shock and force of the blow, Hraelga braced herself with her legs, remaining in place even though she could feel the force of the punch running through her entire body.

"My turn," She in turn went to grab hold of the arm which held hers, attempting to use it as leverage as she launched her lower body forward with the intent to drive both of her feet into the Brute general's face with full force, displaying the difference in agility between the two. "Your raw power is exhillerating, but not enough...general."

 

[Hrajlmak'Natok]

Objective: Discover
Post: 2
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Primarch Drek'ma drew Hrajlmak's attention away from the Chieftain and his progeny. What ideas he had brewing had to wait. He strode toward the console, greeted the Primarch with a brief nod and turned his many eyes to the curious display. As the Primarch had observed, many distinct locations across the planets icy surface were hotspots of cosmic energy. Why this was, Hrajlmak struggled to decipher.

"Both life and the cosmic energy are bound. When one undergoes flux, so does the other. Perhaps the cowardly deaths of so many has formed these spikes" Hrajlmak's talon passed over the display, softly tapping a hot-spot. He peered up to the towering Primarch, "If you wish, I can investigate these spikes?"

Primarch Drek'ma​

 

[Primarch Drek'ma]

Objective: Discover
Post Two
Tags - Hrajlmak'Natok | Bazh'Thu |

The Primarch nodded in response to Shaman Natok's words, they both grasped the connection. That was good, a start.

"Yes, that was my belief also." He responded to the comment, returning his gaze to the display. The force was strange in its methods, but it was their duty as Field representatives of both the Barricas and Seers to review it at first glance. Besides, the anomaly was interesting and the Primarch would rather investigate first than have Seers such as Ehud meddling in his affairs.

"You will assist Shaman Bazh'thu in his research of the anomalies. You will we directed to his location via Orkale." The Shaman Primarch would remain put, to oversee the conduction of all Shamans currently in the field.

"Go."

 

[Bazh'Thu]

Objective: Discover.
Post: 2
Tags: Primarch Drek'ma I Hrajlmak'Natok

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Closing in the presence of the unidentified phenomenon assumed to permeate the cosmic energy felt by the Shamans, the Beast-Master, along with his cohort, finally came upon by what seems like a colossal geological formation, situated atop the mountainous landscape, surrounded by endless planes sheets of crystalline ice.. The structure of the geological construct was carved in an odd manner, which gave the Shamans an assumption that it was artificially-made by the precursors. Beneath the amassing facade of the unnatural structure, the mouth opens through multiple passageways that lead to utter void.​

" Sending current location to communications control. "
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Shaman Bazh'thu bellowed mellowly, emitting a very deep, hoarse sound. Being a Shaman, he had accustomed himself to directly notify the Shaman Primarch regarding the unanticipated occurrence. The Draelvasier valued their chain of command with enough reverence, and treat their authority with considerable eminence. They were no mere savages, but rather they were people of substantial tradition. They often communicated with intimacy to their comrades, inter-weaved with a little bit of natural Drael ferocity, thus they eventually become great strategists for the Bariccas. By this practice, they successfully carried out their past raids on various planets scattering across the Wild Space, drenched in the tears and blood of the already-perished. One by one, the heretics' lands collapse in righteous hands.

" The Primarch intends our fellow brethren to primarily investigate this divergence.
He stated that Shaman Natok will join the investigation. Now, we are to wait for his arrival. "

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[Hrajlmak'Natok]

Objective: Discover
Post: 3
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Hrajlmak waved his hand in acknowledgement and disappeared from the outpost. He opened communications to Bazh'thu as he boarded the gunship. The Orkale drifted across the icy wasteland, disturbing a trail of snow and ice, further revealing the extent of the self-decimation the planet's populace had resorted to. Billions motionless, pristine. Hrajlmak hoped there was space for industry. Surely the planet was not blanketed in cowardice. Surely there was some use to it.

The gunship began to rise. Higher into the mountains it climbed, further and further from civilization. Hrajlmak looked down upon the surface of Maldra IV and regarded it with envious eyes. But soon it was blocked from his vision as the Orkale slowed to a halt upon the mountaintop. The cosmic energy was strong here. It reverberated with a strength Hrajlmak was almost unfamiliar with. He exited and wasted no time in approaching the source of the powerful field.

Among the planes of the mountain-scape, a jarringly unnatural formation rose into the air. With undivided attention, Hrajlmak could feel, almost taste the energy emanating from the structure. He drifted toward Bazh'tu and his group of shaman's without taking his eyes off it.

"How curious" Hrajlmak's gutteral voice pondered. Finally he looked to Bazh'thu.

"Unless you have discovered something, I am void of knowledge". A pair of his several eyes looked to the passageways that led into the structure. Into nothing.

"Where do those paths lead? Have you explored inside?"

Bazh'Thu / Primarch Drek'ma​

 

[Galak]

Post: Seven
Objective: Show no weakness
Tags - Hraelga Nacht | Fomoris

The General was shocked by the Marauders resilience, taking the full brunt of his punch. Her feet dug into the ground, holding her in place as she immediately retaliated, grabbing onto his arm and using it as leverage to deliver her own blow. The Marauder kicked the Brute in the face, at least the momentum allowed them to escape each others grasp.

Galak was knocked back, but not phased. He shook his head, refocusing on the Marauder. His eyes shifted to Fomoris and the other Brutes, standing ready to kill her. He raised his palm out.

"No! She's mine." Galak snarled, raising both fists as he started to close the distance.

 

[Hraelga Nacht]

Objective: Hide the Truth
Post count: 7
Tag: Galak

As the two Baeldurin were forcibly pushed out of eachother's grasp by the Marauder's retaliation to the Brute general's grip, it looked to Hraelga that not only were these brutes becoming a danger, but general Galak was also an obstacle to her personal survival. even if he had managed to hold off his soldiers at bay by snarling at them, proclaiming Hraelga to be his to take care of, the former zealot was becoming increasingly frustrated with the general completely rebelling against the orders she had given, his continued refuting of her desire and the complete disregard of their individual rank. However, it also worried Hraelga that she was most likely incapable of outright being victorious against this brute in close combat, as she had not expected the general to be this resilient.

"I wouldn't mind if they joined in, my dear general," The marauder started to bounce on her legs, raising her own hands with their palms opened and in the general's direction. "Are is your confidence in their ability to survive that low? Are you that affraid that I will be able to do that which you refused to do?"

She looked at the other brutes for an instance before suddenly rushing towards the general, aiming to strike a one-two jab with her sharp tallons towards his gut. "I already told you... their life is now your responsibility...even if they don't understand the problems at hand, you will."

 

[Bazh'Thu]

Objective: Discover.
Post: 3
Tags: Primarch Drek'ma I Hrajlmak'Natok .

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Bazh'thu anticipated the arrival of Shaman Natok, as ordered by the Primarch himself. The contingent stood silently as the evening clouds quietly shrouded the mighty peaks surrounding the mountainous landscape, tinted in deep-blue color. Tinged in the dullness of the night skies, the anomalous geological construct stood tall. The turbulent winds had become more intense in force as it flowed through the high pass. Bazh'thu had thought to himself - the place was tranquil, yet so desolate. at the same time, as the scent of cold fear and death permeated. His feet were weighed down in thick layers of white snow - ankle deep, gradually hoarding from the jarring snow blizzard. His malabast quarter-staff pierced the flurry beneath the ground. as the Beast-Master held it in his hand, Beside him stood a humble contingent of Shamans, assigned to assist the investigation.

Up ahead in the distance, an Orkale suddenly appeared from the wintry mist. As they watched the gradual descent of the gunship vehicle upon the surface. the Shamans assembled in a line formation. Bazh'thu motioned closer to the entrant, dragging his quarter-staff across the flurries of white snow.

" I see that you were sent by Primarch Drek'ma to aid
our efforts. Come, join us. We are to investigate the interiors soon. "
Bazh'thu voiced out with a cold, raspy sound.
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The harsh winds eerily whistled as the two Shamans came face to face. The members of the investigatory contingent stood ground by the side of Bazh'thu, clad in their natural bone armour . They carried various sorts of field equipment, all with the general purpose of extracting the needed information during the investigation. Some held navigational trackers, while some held specialized tools to understand, describe, and analyze the geological structure for recording use.

" We sought to pursue the location of the energy source..
Trackers estimated the coordinates of this geological construct. "
His thin, lengthy fingers pointed at he massive structure.
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Due to absolute curiosity in the influx of cosmic energy around the planet, the specific contingent of Shamans, spear-headed by Bazh'thu, were assigned in the inspection of its undetermined origin. The swelling of cosmic energy became more evident and conspicuous. Assessment within the area of research eventually came through under Bazh'thu's overseeing.

" I personally advised the investigatory team to set camp here,
where we began to examine its exterior. We have not entered inside,
yet topographical visuals foretell numerous underpasses that lead to a single cavern. "
The Beast-Master explained to Shaman Natok, as they drew closer to the research site.
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Bazh'thu came to discern the visible interest of his companion concerning the nature of the investigation. Members from the investigatory contingent were similarly inquisitive, being able to feel the sensation that was becoming more inconceivably powerful in nature. Bazh'thu mustered the researchers near the entrance of the prodigious geological structure. At that moment, members of the contingent were preparing their paraphernalia for their ingress to the under-passes. Carrying their field equipment with them, they gathered unto the entrance of the construct.

" Now, we are to extract information from the inside
source, and its relation to the sudden flux of cosmic energy.
Maybe your curiosity be satisfied with what we discover. Come, follow. "
His muttered under his breath, leading his fellow Shamans in front of the mouth of the construct.​

 

[Galak]

Post: Eight
Objective: Show no weakness
Tags - Hraelga Nacht | Fomoris

Galak knew mind-games when he heard them, he wouldn't listen - he refused to give any time to whatever spewed from the Marauder. Yet still the frustration, the anger at her heresy was obvious. The Brute seethed with every breath, drawing closer with a roar of ferocity as the Marauder drew closer. He could see the rage in her face, one born of entitlement rather than a justification.

With a brief but powerful roar in response, Galak would use his strength to his advantage. When the Marauder came in close, the General brought his arm low, blocking the slashing blow for his gut with his gauntlet as his other arm swung with a blow aimed for her jaw. No doubt this blow would make her reconsider her attack.

 

[Hraelga Nacht]

Objective: Hide the Truth
Post count: 8
Tag: Galak

Hraelga's eyes widened in confusion, everything seemed to go slowly, as she could feel her sharp claws nearly break through the Brute's gauntlets, yet not enough to actually cause any damage, only to be meet with an unfortunate blow to her jaw with such strength and ferocity that it actually cracked the hard carapace which protected and obscured her face, revealing the bare flesh underneath. The marauder could feel her consciousness slipping, her balance and control had been swept away by a single blow.

Unable to control her fall, she landed backwards upon a large shard of the metal slab Galak had smashed to smithereens earlier, the shard unfortunately breaking through the already weakened carapace from the wound she had received on Lowick, lodging itself deep into her abdomen from the back and protruding out of the front. Dazed, in pain and...affraid, Hraelga made a bad move and backed away from Galak, driving the shard even deeper through her gut as she leaned against the wall, slumped down and looking up towards the brute with a mixture of fear and seething hatred.

Spoiler

As blood started to gush out of the wound, one of her zealots entered the facility, looking confused at the Brute general and at the marauder.

Wheezing in pain, Hraelga coughed and suddenly chuckled. "It seems your conviction was stronger than mine..."

Looking at the Zealot, Hraelga laughed. "Guess you better run, before he kills you too."

 

[Galak]

Post: Nine
Objective: Show no weakness
Tags - Hraelga Nacht | Fomoris

In a moment, the fight was over. Quicker than anticipated, the Brute had seen the Marauder fight before - whatever this was, it wasn't a fight. Rather a quarrel, a amateurish scruff. Not something worth dying over, all the same. She'd threatened his Drael, and now she'd paid for it. But she was still a valuable asset to the Bryn'adûl, and to the Crusade.

Galak sneered, unapologetic in his domineering over the wounded Marauder. He could feel in his gut that he got lucky, but nobody had to know that but him. "The Warriors under my Command are not your play things. Not ever."

Galak turned to the Zealot, eyes locking with the Aeravalin. "Apply a Field Kit, we can stifle the bleeding." The Brute raised his gauntlet, walking away from the Marauder as he spoke into his Coms unit. "Marauder Nacht has been wounded by the Research Facilities Defences, immediate Medical Assistance is required." The Brute's Command would go through to the Central Unit.

Medical Evacuation would be on its way, but no doubt everyone in that room would have to give their own Report.

 

[Primarch Drek'ma]

Objective: Discover
Post Three
Tags - Hraelga Nacht | Bazh'Thu

The Primarch oversaw not only Bazh'thu's Operation in the snow but also various others. The Shamans had been spread out across the planet in discovery of this Cosmic Phenomenon. Drek'ma watched the on goings through the eyes of the Shamans present; using the Stones to communicate with them via the Terminal. The geographical construct was fascinating. It was clearly not of natural design, something had made the construct. As to how or why, that would be discerned by the Shamans present.

"Be wary, I can feel my connection to you is becoming weaker as you draw closer to the construct.."

Whatever was within the cosmic source, enveloped his own prowess in the Force. His vision was clouded by the presence of the anomaly, so much so that maintaining contact begun to provide some small strain for the Primarch. The white circular orb of energy located in the hilt of the Primarch's staff began to pulse gently, the force energy bound in rhythm with the Primarch's own power.

If the Cosmic Energy became too much, the Primarch would step in.

 

[Fomoris]

Objective: Follow the tenants
Post: Two
Tags: Galak Hraelga Nacht
Looking at the two monstrous leaders tearing into each other it was akin to watching a serpent fighting against a gorilla, the genetic perfection of the Bryn'adûl being matched against the only force that could ever stand against it.

Itself.

As Hraelga tore into the general’s gauntlets, Fomoris watched impassively, marvelling at the destruction that his people were capable of. While the other Brutes grunted their excitement, Fomoris felt an unpleasant confirmation begin to form within his mind. The genocide of the galaxy’s citizens was a certainty, this was known to all Bryn'adûl, and they would never stop until it was a reality. But what then?

Seeing the Baedurin and Aeravalin exchanging blows, agility and precision against raw power and strength, Fomoris saw the future he knew his people would one day be a part of. The Bryn'adûl were designed to destroy and when there was nothing else left but themselves, they would then find weakness to destroy. Watching Hraelga impaled on the wall as the dominance duel was finalised, the other Brutes slammed their fists against their chests in a salute, one mirrored by Fomoris seconds later before he stalked away with his General without at a glance back

It was a dark and bloody future they were creating, where weakness and monsters would no longer exist. How ironic it was that it was the claws and blood of monsters that would bring it about.

 

[Tathra Khaeus]

Objective: Discover
Post: Three
Tags - Galak | Fomoris | Hraelga Nacht |

It was the Titan himself who received the call for Medical Assistance from the General, there was no given reply from Tathra himself. He relayed the General's transmission to the Vessels above. It was a disturbing notion, Tathra had maintained an appraisal of the situation, they'd found something in the ice. Whatever had transpired to lead to the injury of one his Marauders; the Titan would know immediately.

He raised his Gauntlet, activating the Com unit located on his gauntlet; and opening a frequency to the Orkale Gunship outside.

The Titan himself would see what on-goings had lead to this, debacle. Descending from the Communications tower, he clad himself once again in his Storm Cloak; the heavy blacks clung to his form as he entered the Orkale, hunching to enter as the Orkale dipped into the air, the beast roaring as it set off. This was troubling news, the fall of a Marauder meant more than the simple loss of life. But also spoke to the quality of his decision. Word of a Marauders fall, especially against Security Defences of some derelict facility and not in combat was a whisper that would embarrass their entire institution and as the head of that institution, it would also smear his reputation as well.

The prattling gossip of sycophants was not something the Chieftain of the Bryn'adûl should have to endure, and he wouldn't. As the Orkale arrived, he'd received word that the Medical was on its way. It was good, it would give him time to interrogate those involved. The vessel descended, and those outside likely expected anything other than his arrival.

The Transports door opened, and his visage was met with shock and awe. Descending, the Titan was greeted with bows and salutes of fists slamming into their chest. Tathra marched into the facility, with haste he arrived at the inner-lab. Opaque, golden eyes fell upon the scene. A dissected corpse, a wounded Marauder and a visibly panicked General. His cheek twitched, molars grinding against each-other in the adjacent part of his jaw as the scene turned his stomach.

 

[Galak]

Post: Ten
Objective: Show no weakness
Tags - Hraelga Nacht | Fomoris | Tathra Khaeus

The Brute General for all his might, grew a tinge paler as the Red Titan approached. Under any other circumstances, the approach of the Chieftain would have brought joyous zealotry to the soul. But now, in such a complicated situation it did nothing but stir dissent and anxiety in him. The Brute could feel a shiver jolting along his spine when those opaque eyes glanced toward him.

The General fidgeted for a moment, hands collapsing to his sides as his mind froze. All he could think about in that moment was the fact he was here. Not why, not what procedure to follow but simply that an entity he couldn't punch his way through was standing in that doorway. A doorway to his childhood was suddenly unlocked by that intense fear. He'd never seen Tathra as a threat before, but he felt it now. And it was truly horrifying.

His instinct to survive shook him, muscles acting on instinct without his own thoughts to drive them. The Brute bowed slightly, placing his fist against his chest - immediately mirrored by the other Brutes within the lab.

"Sire." Galak had no immediate report for Tathra, he hadn't expected his arrival.

 

[Hraelga Nacht]

Objective: "Hide" the Truth
Post count: 9
Tag: Tathra Khaeus | Galak | Fomoris

Hraelga noticed it, while she was being tended to by her own zalot, she could see the shadow looming over her, but also the rest present within the research facility. Not sure if it was because of the bloodloss or just because of the basic medical attendance by her zealot, but she hardly felt any pain and unlike the others wasn't entirely beset by fear, though she DID think the cause of the latter was a delirium due to bloodloss.

Tossing an arm around the Zealot who was taking care of her, she motioned him to help her get up, at which point she gave a small nod towards the Chieftain, the act itself feeling rather stiff and sore due to the cracks in her carapace. "Sire...no need to worry," For a mere instant, she glanced into Galak's direction, before clacking her tongue. "I was careless and paid the price for it, I'll make sure to get the appropriate medical attention. The general can fill you in on what happened."

 

[Tathra Khaeus]

Objective: Discover
Post: Four
Tags - Galak | Fomoris | Hraelga Nacht

The whole room was wrong, he could smell it. Tathra could see the scratch marks, the bruised carapace of the Marauder, the sweat on the General. The Titan put a hand in the way of the Marauder and the Zealot carrying her, something was amiss. Those same opaque eyes narrowed, looking around the room for any sign of defences. None, no spiker rounds fired, nothing.

Tathra stood tall, exhaling hard from his nostrils in a stream of molten hot air. The navy and black cloak clung to the edges of the Titans biceps, his collar amour were erected like horns, poking into the close, the unmistakable lump over his left shoulder, the pommel of his Long-Axe. Tathra could smell the blood on the wind, the heat of battle. His eyes shifted among the Brutes gathered, an ultimately random selection. He removed his hood, looking with a stern gaze among the cattle before him.

Those eyes, dimly glowing like a Predator in the night clasped onto the quiet frame of a Brute Minor. Fomoris was his name, yet he personally did not know it. Tathra would get to the bottom of this. His warriors did not lie to him, they were bred from his flesh he would know. They knew the price of deceit.

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Tathra's voice reverberated through the Lab. A stringent, deep and undeniably hostile tone was unmistakable from the Titan.

 

[Hrajlmak'Natok]

Objective: Discover
Post: 4

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The biting wind blew underfoot, gently ruffling the Shaman's cloak. Soft clinks from the assorted decorative metals adorning the drapes echoed endlessly around them. The pair, accompanied by the other Shaman's made steady pace toward one of the many paths.

"We are cautious, Primarch."

Every step closer and the chilling energy from inside became more apparent. Hrajlmak struggled to discern physical cold from the influence of the cosmic energy. Death was on his tongue.

"Hmph. My personal curiosity is certainly battling to keep atop my nerve. I am no stranger to the cosmic energy but this is alien to me. The cold. And not the cold of this world. The cold from this place. It is unnatural."

Hrajlmak's eyes analysed the entryway they were nearing and the surrounding space. The small group carefully passed into the formation. Hrajlmak craned his neck up and around, taking in the world within. A hidden world of rock and blinking lights.

"As we assumed. This is no natural formation. It is a heretical construct around which this world has grown."

Hrajlmak spied the mixture of ice-rock and planar metal. His innate disgust at inorganic material flaring up. It was a curious sight indeed. And only begged more questions the further they ventured.

Bazh'Thu​