05-27-2015, 05:40 PM
With a heavy thud, Galel's adamntium covered foot hit the road and stopped his momentum. The armour-clad psyker gazed up at the towering structure before him, smirking. His third eye poured over every detail, taking in all the information it could. It will make for a fine fortress. Galel thought to himself, ascending the steps that led to the structure's door. The entire building was immaculate, far from what he'd expected from a warzone. The timber walls of the main building and the stone tower above were both painted a stark white, standing out against the slowly brightening night sky. Had he not known to look for it, he probably would've noticed it anyways, not to mention the bright beacon atop the tower.
Alpha, OmegaLamba. Galel thought as he opened the door to the structure, taking a look at the inner layout. Not the optimum set-up for defence, but Galel doubted that the structure was built as a stronghold anyway. The beacon atop, and the coastal location indicated it's purpose rather clearly. Regardless, it seemed relatively empty. Galel mentally noted where he could set traps or ambushes if needed as he headed to the tower at the rear of the building. The steps were some kind of rock-based substance, not unlike rockcrete. Perhaps a primitive version? Galel speculated as he climbed the tower.
The top was brightly lit by the beacon, which seemed to turn slowly, shining it's light out to sea. It wouldn't take too much effort to point it the other way in order to flood the path with light. Galel looked down the path, then up at the towering mountain of the island. I should go. He thought, then descended the steps in the tower. When he reached the door, Galel stopped. He reached down and grabbed a twig he had tracked into the building. Closing the doors, he wedged the twig between them. There, at least we will have warning when we return. He thought, turning and heading out. The road was long, but he'd make the journey if it killed him...
Alpha, OmegaLamba. Galel thought as he opened the door to the structure, taking a look at the inner layout. Not the optimum set-up for defence, but Galel doubted that the structure was built as a stronghold anyway. The beacon atop, and the coastal location indicated it's purpose rather clearly. Regardless, it seemed relatively empty. Galel mentally noted where he could set traps or ambushes if needed as he headed to the tower at the rear of the building. The steps were some kind of rock-based substance, not unlike rockcrete. Perhaps a primitive version? Galel speculated as he climbed the tower.
The top was brightly lit by the beacon, which seemed to turn slowly, shining it's light out to sea. It wouldn't take too much effort to point it the other way in order to flood the path with light. Galel looked down the path, then up at the towering mountain of the island. I should go. He thought, then descended the steps in the tower. When he reached the door, Galel stopped. He reached down and grabbed a twig he had tracked into the building. Closing the doors, he wedged the twig between them. There, at least we will have warning when we return. He thought, turning and heading out. The road was long, but he'd make the journey if it killed him...