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6/20/2016 7:37:28 PM
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The very faint sound of joyous voices was heard in the distance, like there were people, having a good time. Or, well, a generally okay time.
"Oh? Hear that? Civilization.. Well, suppose we still have time for another question.. No need to thank me for being interested, by the way.. Tell me about your beliefs, if you wouldn't mind."
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Edited by Moot: 6/20/2016 8:12:11 PM"our beliefs? Well, I suppose they're fairly similar to the religious beliefs of other races... the Eldar believe in several gods, nearly all of which however were slain by Slaanesh during the war of heaven, shortly after her birth. The only gods of ours to survive to this day are Cegorach, Isha, and Khaine." "Isha is the goddess of the harvest. She is the mother of our race, being the Goddess who physically created our very first ancestors. Craftworld Ulthwé's worship of her is greater than that of any other Crafyworld, for we see our creation into this realm as our greatest gift. Many eons ago, when our gods walked freely among our people, Isha's daughter, Lileath, dreamt that one day the Eldar would rise up against and defeat Khaine, the god of war. Khaine took this as a foresight into the inevitable future, and so he attempted to prevent his demise by waging war upon the Eldar to wipe us out. This act of genocide caused Isha to beg to Asuryan, king of the gods, to stop Khaine's slaughter. In response, Asuryan created a barrier that forever separated mortals from gods... and while this worked in halting Khaine's rampage, it meant that Isha would never be able to see her children again; us... she wept and wept, and from her tears came the spirit stones: arguably the most vital piece of technology the Eldar possess." "Cegorach is the laughing god. He was a trickster and an artist among our pantheon of gods. When Slaanesh was born, Cegorach fled from her into the Webway, where he currently resides today. The Eldar harlequins are worshipers of him, and they have the greatest of privileges to speak directly to him. Having survived Slaanesh's wrath, Cegorach is the only God of our pantheon to still possess his original form." "Khaine, as stated before, is the god of war and murder. When Slaanesh was born, it was Khaine who rose up to fight her. The two deities waged a war within the fires of the Warp that raged and raged... But, powered by our fallen empire's selfishness and sadistic ways, Slaanesh eventually defeated Khaine. However, she was not strong enough to kill him. Instead, Slaanesh shattered Khaine's body into a million fragments that flew out of the Warp and took root into the cores of every craftworld that lives today." "When the Eldar summon an avatar of Khaine into battle, it is a literal fragment of our once mighty God of war; plucked straight from the core of our craftworld; a walking shard of his boundless wrath... there are far more stories to tell of our transcendent pantheon, but those can wait..."
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The man, once again, had listened in silence, loving the feeling of his questions being answered so well; his curiousity being sated. He adored it. His feelings of joy and other... Happy stuff were pushed back down when he went around a corner, and exited a darkway into a very light area, it almost being blinding. There were makeshift houses, tents, and other things. Actually, I don't know what there was because it was never described to me. People wandered around the area, some talking to each other, others meditating or performing maintenance on their equipment. Point is, there was civilization! People! The man stopped, his eyes adjusting to the change in lighting as he spoke, "And here we are..."
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Kolandra stopped besides Skatai, her mind instantly drawing attention to the scene before them. "what the-- how did this-- ok... [i]this[/i], is unexpected"
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"I... I don't know what I expected, honestly, but it sure as hell wasn't a boy scouts camp." The man chuckles, looking over the 'boy scouts camp' with some mild curiosity. "Looks... okay, I guess. Perimeter being patrolled, as far as I can see.. And with all of these folks, we're.. Damn. I wouldn't be surprised if every Imperial on this ship is here, honestly."
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Kolandra gulped. One space marine on board a ship she had no way off was almost too much already, but an entire camp of xenophobic imperial humans? "... Oh dear"
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"I could keep you safe, probably. Somehow. Doubt anyone would assault an accomplice of a Black Templar. But then again, you are still a Xeno. My favourite Xeno but still a Xeno..." The Space Marine turned his head to look at the woman next to him, and spoke softly, "I'll do my best to keep you safe."
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Edited by Moot: 6/20/2016 8:58:56 PMShe crossed her arms over her chest and huffed in a frustrating manner as the marine turned to her, almost like a child being told off. "Oh wow, I'm [i]soo[/i] flattered" Even though her remark came with a tone of sarcasm, inside, Kolandra was greatful that there was at least one person nearby who she might be able to count on. She also felt a hint of flattery at being called a 'favourite xeno', even if the word xeno was typically used in an insulting context by humans.
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The Marine looked away, and at the ground, muttering the word 'ouch' to himself. He felt a jab at his poor feelings, too. Basically, his feelings were hurt because he's a whiny little bitch.
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The warlock could sense the feelings of pity and rejection within. "... Wow, really? What kind of organs do they give you guys, extra ovaries?... ok, my apologies. You're actually a lot better than I was expecting."
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Edited by CPU Purple-Heart: 6/20/2016 9:19:15 PM"Yeah, well, you are too. I guess. At least you haven't tried to murder me, which is a definite plus. And you make for some good company." The man's Chainsword slides back into his arm, a series of clicks following, and his hand was back.
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The templar's arm had been intriguing to Kolandra for some time now, her curiosity about it scratching at her. "... what happened to your arm, if I may ask?"
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The man clenches his prosthetic hand into a fist, but swiftly let go. He wiggles his fingers a little, thinking of answer. "Ripped off by a Tyranid..."
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Edited by Moot: 6/20/2016 9:38:31 PM"ouch... I'm, sorry to hear that... shame that I don't hail from Alaitoc. If I did, then maybe I'd be able to relate to something like that. I've never encountered the Tyranids before; they're perhaps one of the only threats out there that truly scare me... it's the idea that they're potentially infinite in number haunts me. We have no clue as to wether this galaxy is just the latest in thousands of other galaxies they've rampaged across..."
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"You're lucky that you haven't run into one yet. Bastards are.. Shall we just say... Unpleasant. Very unpleasant. Worst thing is that they're a hivemind so when one sees you, they all know you're there. And it allows for highly strategic group attacks."
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"yeah, I've heard... Eldrad and the other Farseers of Ulthwé's seer counsil once tried to destroy the Hivemind by psychic means, channelling their combined detective thoughts towards it. Barely even started before one of the seers already went insane and they had to pull out of any further attempts... what could possibly possess such a strong unbreakable mind?"
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Edited by CPU Purple-Heart: 6/20/2016 9:57:34 PM"Something that I do not want to run into in a dark alley. Or anywhere, really. I'd rather stay alive for as long as the Emperor needs me." The man chuckles, though his words were true. I mean, who's want to face something like that? I sure as hell wouldn't.
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Kolandra was pondering on what to say next, but standing still, she suddenly became aware of how drained she actually was. Still lacking any memory of how she or anyone else arrived on the Bloodwrath, she only assumed whatever process that dragged her her must've been a tiresome one. "I'm actually feeling a bit tired now. The sight of soft beds user tent tarps isn't helping either..." She clenched a single fist and raised it up to her helmet, letting out a weary yawn.
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The Templar next to her, on the other hand, wasn't tired in the slightest. He was actually feeling rather.. Energetic, though maybe he could use a rest, or maybe a bit of meditation. "Yeah.. You go take a rest.. I'll find something to do. Hmm.. Meditation or training. Or some maintenance on my gear.." [spoiler]Inb4 she invites him over ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)[/spoiler]
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"yes, meditation is most likely a good idea... might be able to drown out all those wails I can feel out there... and um, thanks for not 'cleansing' me when you first found me, by the way"
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"I could get flayed alive in front of the Emperor for that, y'know.. Anyway, I'll go on my own way, now.." He takes a deep breath, looking back up, and at the camp, before walking away, his long legs quickly carrying him forwards.
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Kolandra instead chose to stay put where she was, close enough to the camp to be safe, but distant enough so as to not attract too much unsavoury attention. The portrait of the camp before her was deceiving; she could almost taste the distrust and disbelief within the minds of many of it's residents. All of them had their own grim stories to tell, dark horrors to rekindle within. Perhaps it was best if Kolandra blocked that out for now, she didn't need the worries of young beings to be scratching at her thoughts as she tried to meditate. Calming her mind and soul, the warlock lowered herself to the floor, sitting upright with legs crossed and face sternly forward. Deep breaths were all that she needed, that and some rest of body and mind. Some peace and quiet for once. [spoiler]je suis finni?[/spoiler]
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[spoiler]What.[/spoiler]
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Edited by Moot: 6/21/2016 9:39:38 AM[spoiler]'should we Finnish there?' in French basically[/spoiler]
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[spoiler]I mean, unless you wanna do something. [/spoiler]
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[spoiler]nah, I think this is a good place to stop for now. Gives me the chance to start a new post some time.[/spoiler]
