Board Thread:Warhammer 40k Roleplay/@comment-14745711-20131122085225/@comment-28917471-20131130195330

IC: Silas had set his camp a few miles away from that of the Marines. The Mercs were frequently scounting the territory that was surrounding the Trader's camp, all they could find is snow and Ice.

Silas had called all of his retinues to speak with him in his Tent. They all obeyed...

Silas: Zein, how are the men?

Zein: They are in Good shape, my Lord. We are slowly running out of food and water, some of them are getting tired of scouting the areas all the time, they wish to fight, Sire.

Turles: My men are more then ready to fight, mortal. While your men were walking upon the foreign lands, I and my warriors were patiently waiting to engage the Enemy. We train, and polish our armour, but we can't wait forever.

Silas: Settle down, Angel of Death. I ensure you that there will be enough time for you, and your brothers to fight the enemies of the Emperor.

Turles looked with an unpleasant look at the Trader, then he looked at Zein and everyone around him, and set his foot out of the Tent.

Silas: Gentlemen, please, let us proceed. Ferguson, is there any news of the Marines?

Ferguson: Not at all, my Lord. They even haven't responed our call when we have entered the orbit. They may be busy...

Silas: Maybe... Verin, did you find sometihng on this Planet?

Verin: My Servitors are constantly looking for everything that the Machine-God could leave for us here. My Scanners have showed me that the Snow-Storms are traveling around the Planet. It would be a disaster if we were caught in one of them. I'll personally informe you if we will find anything.

During the meeting, Jareled had entered the tent, as he was running the whole time towards the tent. He took several breathes before he could speak.

Jareled: My Lord, the hired-psykers have returned. They have some bad news...

Silas: What is it?

Jareled: They have failed to banish the daemons that were in the Fleet.

Silas: It's alright, Jareled. I just wanted to let a hand to the Imperial Nav...

Jareled: They have lost one of their numbers... he was possessed, they had no way but to give him the Emperor's peace...

Silas: Oh... I'm sorry to hear that... let my dealers pay them for his loss.

Jareled: As you wish, Sire.

Jareled left the Tent.

Silas: Anything else I need to know?

Shyen: I sense some psychic energy... it's not too close to us... but it has a powerful signal... I don't know what it is...

Silas: We will find out soon enough, everyone! Back to your duties!

Everyone left the tent. The Trader was left to think on his next actions...