(Pre-Show) The Lobby

[Okor]

Okor nodded his helmeted head in agreement. "You speak.... the truth, something I'm sure you are unaccustomed to." He chuckled, hoping Galel would see the humor in his jest. "I... believe your third hypothesis may be... correct. I... remember The Broken Temple, standing atop its peak. The furies circled, the storm raged, and decay was ever-present." He took a moment to gaze down at his chest, inspecting the bullet holes, a reminder of his prior heroism. The xenos was a strange breed, armed with stub weaponry, on top of strange abilities. What sort of reality did it come from? He wondered. There were mutants, Xenos, men, Daemons, and more, all in this Colosseum, mingling without fear, boundaries, or any other restraints. To propose that they all came from the same war-torn reality of the forty first millennium was madness. There were entire realities out there still untouched by war. Still soft. "No god could... hope to have influence on such sacred ground. This... Omni operates differently. He has... stolen champions to amuse him, stripped the greatest warriors from their.... battlefields." He laughed, and gestured towards the crowds.

"Look at them. Thousands... crowded, to watch. Even the most diligent Daemon would not devote such... effort, to acquiring souls. Could he give our... 'Prime' abilities to so many?" He shook his head. "It is... Improbable. We stride as gods amongst men in this realm. We are fresh, still covered in the viscera of our coming." To illustrate his point, Okor manifested a glimmer of Omnillium in his rotten palm, turning the iridescent substance over. "Every moment we... live, we grow in power. Can you predict the outcomes of facing a true veteran of this realm? While... pathetically incapable of matching the Legions, the sheer power of Omnillium may grant them... an unexpected advantage." He pushed off of the railing, beginning to walk towards the portal from the registration booths. "Come now. While... Tartaros may still be viewing the world through the fog of the Great Crusade, I doubt he will take as long to fill out a form, as he does... opening his eyes." He chuckled once more. "While I have utmost faith in our Gods, our skills, and our Fathers, a... refresher would not be totally unwise."