TemplarKnight07

The Gregorian - Imperium (Warhammer 50K RP, The Shape of the Nightmare to Come)

My reading is that Gregori is having his brother meet with K'Vari on his behalf on the same ship, but that's just me.

The Gregorian - Imperium (Warhammer 50K RP, The Shape of the Nightmare to Come)

@NecroKnight

I've proposed what your role might be in the coming operation, if that's anything. Otherwise, AFAIK nobody's referenced your character yet. You can do what you want with him.

The Gregorian - Imperium (Warhammer 50K RP, The Shape of the Nightmare to Come)

'Saint's Chariot', Personal battleship of Emperor Gregori Amastov, Present day

@agentmanatee@Hecticlord@Thecrash20

Inquisitor Alexius leaned back in his chair and steepled his fingers, he had already formulated an elaborate series of plans to take the Forge-world. It was the kind of plans he had utilized for years when coordinated the Errant Cohort, one which was multi-layered and adaptable to suit the uncertainties reality could bring, and it was also one which didn't so much require his own experience so much as the experience of others, making the blame not entirely his if it all went sour.

"I propose a plan, it is quite complex, but it is one that I believe draws upon most, if not all of our forces' talents, and should serve as the perfect test of loyalty and capability . . . Since the objective is to take this world without destroying or seriously damaging it, I propose we begin with diplomacy. A delegation of myself, Inquisitor Consulve, and the Cannoness Thamus shall enter the Forge-World under a flag of peace and seek to negotiate the world and its personnels' induction into the Imperium. Simply tell us what we have to bargain with, and we will negotiate as hard or as soft as you wish.

Alexius then inclines his head over to Corbec.

"I would have you be the overseer of all that transpires regarding this matter, Lord Corbec. We shall have the might of our fleet fully on display. Appearing toothless would not serve well for appearances, so even if the fleet is never used, the mere sight of it should give others pause and take notice of us by that factor alone. I highly doubt those aboard wish their Forge-World ruined anymore than us.

He turned his eyes back to Gregori.

"Captain Tyros and those of his choosing shall be our delegation's personal protectors. If things turn bloody within the World, I have full confidence in his abilities to eliminate any foes within and extract us, and I do not doubt his loyalty . . . Which if the negotiations are inconclusive, or turn sour, then we immediately enact Plan B . . . We seize control of the Forge-World in a stroke so swift and precise that they won't even see it coming. Your assassin eliminates those who are in command of the world's operations . . . Throne, we may as well sneak him aboard on the same ship we come in so that he's in position . . . Captain Lattore and his brothers will secure the primary systems alongside any Kasarkin units that can be utilized, and Lady Ritske shall be the bait, the center of attention for the Forge-World's forces to focus on as she carves a bloody-swathe through any non-essential systems . . . As to how Plan B shall be pulled off, that is where our bold little Xeno Merchant shall have the opportunity to actually sell us on his technology's capabilities. It is one thing to shock and awe a room full of potential buyers with a demonstration that means as much as a conjuror's trick, it is another to sell said product with a proper field-test. Let him prove his value by sneaking our strike force aboard that world in such away that those aged Mechanicus sensors cannot see them. Such a strike team will be waiting and ready to deploy the moment negotiations turn bad or are concluded without our satisfaction.

Alexius leans back forward, his glance briefly going to the Lord-Militant and rival Inquisitor, the latter of whom he'd barely regarded for most of the time he was outlining his plans.

"Those are my thoughts on how the Forge-World operation should be dealt with. If any of you disagree or have concerns, feel free to propose another plan for his Imperial Majesty to consider."

Silently Alexius hoped that there would not be much argument here that would involve him. He had business to attend to back on his ship if the incessant vox-pings he was getting on his communicator were any indicator, and if his Ordo had done their job as he had instructed them to in his absence they may have turned up more work for him of a more private nature.

Fae Courtis: The Wylde Hunt (Reboot)

Aisling looked to the knight, her eyes fury within themselves. Fury and annoyance. She already could tell from the under toned chattering as she listened at the keyhole in her lavish 'cell's' door that the Fae had their gossip aplenty. At least the Fall Fae did not think to dare say aught to Falk or within his halls. Aisling had heard a few whispers and glances as she passed the Fae when she was sent to the Mortal Realm. The gossip was all the same when it was boiled down of the Fair Folk's fancy speeches. Some thought her a bastard child of the Fall King, others his concubine, others still a pet. The latter was most accurate. Aisling often thought herself a song bird in a free cage but a magical leash that would be relentless if she tried to free herself of the holder's grip. But she was summoned so she left aside the thoughts and stood with her harp. Motioning that she would follow. "I am no Lady, Fairy." She growled, her temper much similar to her hair and this fair would surely dare not lay hand upon the envoy of Fall. "Merely a mortal pawn in some stupid world of games and little sense. Take me to your icy Queen, then you can grovel to her as your kind are known to do."

Dagon lowered his hand and nodding curtly, his demeanour unshaken by her fury. He turned sharply on his heel and held the door, his left hand still tightly gripped to Sioc's pommel. He held the door for her and spoke quietly as he began escorting her through the halls of Winter.

"Very well, though you speak freely and without thought as well, pet of the Fall King. I was once mortal too, though her grace in her infinite generosity and wisdom wiped my mind of all needless memories. I was left with only a name and conception of what I had been, a knight. I am bound to her majesty as much as you are bound to his lordship."

Various Fae of Winter, goblins and Ogres passed by in a hurried pace on errands for their Lords and Ladies, or her grace Arys. Those that glanced over at the Fall Court's representative in various licentious or mischievous impulses were sharply shooed off with a dark glare by the black-armoured Winterborn.

Even Sioc did not relent in his mental pestering of Dagon.

"Such furious fire in her! Enough to warm even the heart of one frozen in ice such as you, mortal vessel . . . if only momentarily. Such exhilaration, such passion. Oh the things we would do to her if we but still had a body!"

Dagon shook his his head like a horse swatting away flies. Unseelie were as Unseelie do, but such things served to test the servants of Winter, and he was no exception. A season for all things, even in Faerie, especially in Faerie.

Beyond that one outburst, Dagon remained silent as he guided his charge, the letter from Summer still nestled in his armlet as he returned to Arys' chambers. He knocked twice before opening the door silently and allowing the consort of Fall inside to attend her grace.

Aisling allowed herself to be guided about the Court of Winter. Discontent with how things were. The Fae Realm were still hard on her, and as Falk often thought- The mortal, yet not, pet was all fire. It was a wonder she had not yet caught the eye of Summer. But then it was the nature that laid beneath that fire that had drew him. A sorrowful longing, a desire of the quiet delicate life. The ups and downs of mortals were a amusement to the Fall king. For after a love gone wrong, when girls were guarded more preciously than gold and their purity cherished... She had fled to the gardens of her estate. Though the gates into the forests. In tears of worry and fright. It was there she had tumbled to the ground, though it was not the ground that had caught her. The strong arms of the Fall King had held her gently, and he had asked her why she cried. Then took her tears and worry away.

For a price.

A price that was almost too steep. No, a price that was too steep. For while she sat in the Fae Realm, next to the throne of bones and fur in the Hall of Autumn, the mortal time had passed. Her parents had died, never knowing what had happened to their child, and she never knowing what happened to her family. As she swept in her skirts towards the Winter Throne she well knew the Courts. More treacherous than any throne sat upon by a mortal. Giving a deep curtsies of her skirts. "Your Majesty of Winter has called for this servant of Fall?" She held her harp in one hand, a offer to play once more. For why else would she call her?

Fae Courtis: The Wylde Hunt (Reboot)

@Belle Got anything for Arys? Your lovely Winter Queen?

@TemplarKnight07 So... That collab?

@LadyRunic

Srry, just thinking on how to proceed and also gotta edit my last post in light of what you told me.

The Gregorian - Imperium (Warhammer 50K RP, The Shape of the Nightmare to Come)

@Wraithblade6

Inquisitor Varius steppled his fingers together and walked over to pour himself a glass of water, talking as he did.

"Curiosity, an uncommon trait in an Astartes outside of the arts of war. I'll indulge in what I know. Our Ordo was honestly, nothing of significance prior to current circumstances. We were a Ordo Minoris of the Inquisition, tasked with investigating and studying the effects of time manipulation on the Warp. I don't know how or what specifically happened, but our entire Ordo jumped forward in time by many millennia and found ourselves in a crumbling Imperium with foes new and old. That was many centuries ago though, I, and everyone else in the Ordo Chronos are merely descendants of those original time travellers, who trained the next generation of Inquisitors from their own progeny or via adoption into the Ordo, just as we do now to carry on their legacy and teachings. Any rumours of us individuals specifically being shadows out of time left by an Imperium write bold on history have been greatly exaggerated. Not that Alexius cares much to dispel such rumours. He believes . . . they are beneficial to us even though they aren't entirely true. I can speak much of what we have recorded on the Imperium before our ancestors' transition, as they knew it. We took great care to record it for their own legacy as much as ours."

He took a long draught of his drink before walking back, his glass still in hand.

"As for such matters as those Captain, as much as they may be intriguing conversation, I regret that only Master Alexius is able to grant liberty to speak on the matters of what our Ordo studies . . . especially in regards to our more "long-term" studies. You must understand that the power such knowledge holds is not only merely one of raw strength and power, but of will and faith as well. And blessed is the mind too small for doubt . . . Perhaps he will deign to discuss such things with you himself, but what I can tell you is that it has become an incredibly more fickle and difficult thing to study at the present compared to in the past, due to the general state of the Warp, let alone our current status. We've actually set about other priorities as our main focuses for now, particularly with trying to regain our status and position as the new foundation of the Inquisition in this Imperium Reborn."

@Dannyrulx

Inquisitor Varius was surprised to see the mercenary Ritske slip in moments behind Captain Lattore without a servitor escort. The fact that it meant she had merely followed Lattore and his escort through the ship from the teleport to him raised some very serious concerns he'd have to give to Alexius later . . . on top of the other concerns with the fleet. Not to mention the fact it was an embarrassment for the Ordo that could play out badly if not handled carefully, and Alexius would not tolerate being embarrassed by his own Ordo when he got back, not even to a mercenary.

Varius promptly turned to address the Mercenary as she was causally smoking after he finished his initial replies to Lattore's curious questions.

"Lady Ritske, Inquisitor Varius Malodrax, I apologize to you too at the lack of a proper escort. As I was telling the good captain, internal problems are causing some hiccups in the system, so to speak. All the same, I am to attend you both until Master Alexius returns and he can receive you. Is there anything you desire? Or have you any concerns or questions you'd care to discuss here?"

The Gregorian - Imperium (Warhammer 50K RP, The Shape of the Nightmare to Come)

@Dannyrulx

I think you're going to have to change your post. Alexius isn't on The Wandering Chronos atm, he's still on Gregori's ship discussing strategy. I'm merely opening up this secondary avenue to keep you guys busy while the other group resolves, essentially.

Cyaиide Suиs

Gideon looked up and over at Crow as he approached and responded to his question, waving back.

"No, I just got up. Couldn't even see where it came from myself."

Gideon was fond of the biergarten, he had become a regular several months ago when he chose to setup a more permanent residence in the village. They had better food and drink than most Gideon knew in the area, and he often gave Max and his crew a first chance to bargain on stuff he managed to find that he didn't already have buyers for. He figured that they could use some of the things he found more than he or people outside of The Zone, and marks were marks regardless of whether or not they came from the hand of people within or without The Zone.

He passed by Crow casually and proceeded over the threshold into the bar and lounge. He saw several patrons already at tables, with a crowd particularly gathered around an Aussie (by his accent, anyway) he didn't recognize, probably some merc going off on another escapade. He'd seen more than a few pass through even in his time here.

He saw Max at the bar cleaning pint glasses and casually waved as he leaned up to the bar and took a seat on one of the old stools, he slipped his pack off to lean against the bar by his legs.

"Morning Max, what have you got on the menu today?"

The Gregorian - Imperium (Warhammer 50K RP, The Shape of the Nightmare to Come)

@Wraithblade6

The Wandering Chronos, High Orbit of Arexia Prime

Alexius' personal battleship was a testament to the baroque and gothic styles of the old Imperium, a dark and imposing vessel, its vastness was as shrouded in mystery as the Ordo whose halls were within it. Nobody entered the vessel without Alexius knowing, or without his permission, though he was usually accommodating to those who asked his permission . . . to an extent.

Crew turn-over on the vessel was historically small, and most underwent a thorough vetting process and even internal investigations in some cases by the Ordo's Inquisitors. Those who were accepted had their whole families were brought aboard, the Chronos having plenty of room aboard for its repurposed owners and crew, and only a handful of people came and went. Supply Crews were outsourced and allowed entrance into the docking bays where personal crews took over, the personal visitors of Inquisitors came and went with their retinues, and black-armoured Stormtroopers and Servitors guarded and waited at the paths further into the ship's organs.

The same awaited at the teleport platform. Alexius kept the platform separate from the docking bays, but even closer security was kept, access was only granted by the acting Inquisitor aboard the ship, which had been granted to Captain Lattore prior to his arrival.

A robed Servitor politely bowed to the Captain, and proceeded to guide the Relictor Captain within the maze of the ship. The Captain would notice that he rarely crossed paths in the halls with more than a dozen people in the ten minutes they were walking. A few Stormtrooper patrols, the odd Servitor here or there, a couple young Interrogators in similar robes to the Servitors (these ones branded with the gold Insignia of the Inquisition circumposed on a top of a chronometer's face, the symbol of the Ordo), hurriedly moving through the halls on some errand for their masters, but otherwise not a soul.

The servitor finally stopped in front of a couple of elaborate doors, opening them by hand, they opened into a small square room with several leather seats, a small wooden table, elaborate rugs, and a banners of the Inquisition hanging from the walls. The table had a small glass bowl of simple sweets, a copy of the Lex Imperalis, and a pitcher of water with glasses besides it all neatly arranged. The rugs led towards a second set of doors at the opposite end of the room that looked just like the entrance.

Standing in the room was a man, dressed in a grey coat similar to Alexius' and an Inquisitorial Rosette hanging from his neck, but his age alone marking himself out as being much older than Alexius and having a hood rather than a hat, the hood was kept down revealing messy brown hair but a cleanly shaved face. He made the sign of the Aquila.

"Captain Lattore? Inquisitor Varius Malodrax of the Ordo Chronos, at your service. Master Alexius is currently indisposed, but we are aware of your meeting and so have brought you here for the moment. I am here to assist you with any questions or concerns you may have beforehand, and to ensure that you were actually received here adequately."

The servitor that had escorted Lattore quietly whirred out of the room, quietly closing the door behind him and leaving the towering Astartes Captain with the Inquisitor.

"Apologies on the Servitor. Normally such an occasion would have necessitated a . . . living escort . . . and normally persons such as myself would not traditionally be ones to attend visitors, but recent circumstances have compelled an overview of some of our less-privy personnel here and where their loyalties lie, and that a more personal hand is necessary of our Ordo. Rest assured that the matter is being attended to and should not disturb us here. Is there anything you require, Captain?"

Fae Courtis: The Wylde Hunt (Reboot)

@LadyRunic I would assume so, just to help speed things along.