Conclave of Renegades, RP

[JeanyVixen]

The faceless being turned his attention to the voice which spoke, and almost looked offended (as offended as he could look), when the other lord spoke to the slave instead. He pulled in the leach, to drag the slave back into his hand, which he squeezed slowly over the thin humans head. The slave gave off a small cry, before it turned quickly to the lord. "No my lord. He is the representant." the slave corrected with a motion to the golden armoured one.

[Lord of the Night]

''Quiet, maggot!'' Lord Maskar thundered. ''I speak to the faceless one, are you so arrogant to have a proxy speak to us rather than do so yourself, Or are you just lazy? Or can you not speak at all lord!''

[Dark Apostle Lorenzo]

Outside the asteroid belt, a pinprick of sickly light began to shine. In a matter of seconds it expanded vomiting out 4 ships all painted in a deep blue that shimmered in the light of the warp, the largest a Desolater class Battleship emerged last. Corinth watched the scene before him from the Armorcrys plate on the bridge.

The man in charge of the warp navigation of the battle force, looked up from the data lecturn before him,"My lord."

"What is it?"

"We have arrived, My lord"

"Activate the Hololith." Corinths order was obeyed instantly, and several slaves were killed the blood pouring down into the machine feeding the corrupted spirit with in.

Within Tortuga, A image appeared, his head was bare, and his Armor the same color of the ships without. Save for one shoulder pauldron, it was the color of deep red wine, marked with the Icons of the Word Bearers Legion. His other shoulder bore the Eye of Horus, the gold polished to a degree that blinded one who looked at it for too long. On his back was a Jump pack from the Ultra Marines Chapter, his right arm was not covered by Armor of any sort, while at his waist a Plasma Pistol and Power sword were Holstered, across the knuckles of the right hand a small coin rolled back and forth With the ease of centuries of practice.

The Image began Speaking.

"I am the Lord Corinth of the Warhost Purgatos, commanded by the Dark Apostle Lorenzo. I was sent to take part in this Council as his representative. I await the Councils words." Then the image disappeared as quickly as it appeared.

[Lord of the Night]

''A word bearer? A faithful fool has come to entertain us? Well, we ned more lords anyway. Come here preacher'' the Night Lord sneered coldly.

[Nihil]

"Hold your tongue Maskar..... You are an idiot and an embarresment to our legion..." The Night Raven roared to him as he rose form his seat, his piercing black eyes glaring down at the armored figure of his fellow Night Lord.. "Your arrogence is only matched by that giant mouth of yours." The marine hissed to his brother, now turning his attention to the other members of the conclave, bowing lightly. " Forgive me for my brother's disrespect.... He easily forgets his place..." Nihil muttered to them, taking his seat once again. He gently cricked his neck, motioning his hand towards Brother Caerolion. " Now, as you were mentioning, brother, why do you prupose such a thing.... This planet does not seem to be a very idealistic place for us to take under the cloak of our power. I, for one, see no purpose in such a deal.... " Nihil finished his statement before slouching into his chair. Maskar was not the only one who sought to turn this meeting into a match of testicular fortitude, and as the one who originally suggested this meeting in the first place, he was not about to allow such a thing....

[Dark Apostle Lorenzo]

Corinth listened to the words that were spoken, and the coin stopped rolling for a split second of time and then began its course again.

"I leave the Preaching to the Dark Apostle and to the First Acolyte. I am the Coryphaus of the Host. I will be with you shortly," Corinth turned towards the bridge, "Prepare my Thunderhawk, and alert my Raptors, we are disembarking."

After a few moments the Thunderhawk shot forward from deep in the Bowels of the Desolator, and speed towards the landing bay of the station.

[Lord of the Night]

''Your life is a disgrace to our legion'' Maskar said muttering. ''Am I the only one who has pride in this room here?'' he muttered.