05-16-2015, 06:58 PM
Galel pulled Okor to his feet, then wiped his hand on his robes. "It seems this place operates on different principles than the Materium. Were this not the warp, such a whelp could not have injured you so." He said, nodding to Okor. Galel smiled beneath his helmet, his third eye flicking over to gaze upon the anomaly's device. A moment later, it flicked over to the Luna Wolf as it too examined the device. "A competition. No doubt this is what the Dark Powers have gathered us here for, to test our mettle. That daemon, Omni, is undoubtedly the master of these games." The gears within Galel's mind churned, thinking up strategies and plans, attempting to understand what had happened.
The Sorcerer did not believe Omni's words, he knew better than to trust beings of such a nature. His theory was that Omni was a powerful daemon serving Malal, and this was some sort of attempt to fracture the Ruinous Powers. If so, then he had to ally himself with the other Chaos Marines, and bring the Four Dark Powers together as one. If he could not, then Malal would win, and he would not doubt be punished by Tzeentch. Rousing himself from his train of thought, Galel stepped forward, offering one hand to the Luna Wolf and the other to the Plague Marine. "A pleasure to meet you, Sons of Horus and Mortarion. I am Galel Baraz of the Thousand Sons, soldier and sorcerer both. It seems we find ourselves adrift in the warp, with nowhere else to turn. May I suggest an alliance of three? Together, surely we can overcome anything that the Daemon-Lord of this realm can throw at us." He hoped they would accept his good intentions, he had no wish to confront such respectable and formidable foes so soon after arriving in this dreamscape.
The Sorcerer did not believe Omni's words, he knew better than to trust beings of such a nature. His theory was that Omni was a powerful daemon serving Malal, and this was some sort of attempt to fracture the Ruinous Powers. If so, then he had to ally himself with the other Chaos Marines, and bring the Four Dark Powers together as one. If he could not, then Malal would win, and he would not doubt be punished by Tzeentch. Rousing himself from his train of thought, Galel stepped forward, offering one hand to the Luna Wolf and the other to the Plague Marine. "A pleasure to meet you, Sons of Horus and Mortarion. I am Galel Baraz of the Thousand Sons, soldier and sorcerer both. It seems we find ourselves adrift in the warp, with nowhere else to turn. May I suggest an alliance of three? Together, surely we can overcome anything that the Daemon-Lord of this realm can throw at us." He hoped they would accept his good intentions, he had no wish to confront such respectable and formidable foes so soon after arriving in this dreamscape.