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[J NOSK36]

Welcome fellow Templar, I am Davian Aurora of the Black Templars Second Purging of Lastrati Crusade

[Armoured Priest]

Tarrus listened to the newcomer's comment as he gave up his last bit of armour. "A welcome addition then." he said.

[Ork Slayer117]

From the same direction that Seig came anotehr figure. His posture is straight and he walks with an air of cofidence, as if the Emperor himself was by his side. His armor it all black save for his right pauldron which is colored yellow with the heraldry of the Imperial Fists in its center.

A Storm Bolter hangs swaying form his acessory belt. A bolt pistol is also holstered on the left with the Storm Bolter right below it. On his right a stylised mace hangs from a loop, But his helmet was the most signifying of his position. A helmet with a grinning skull as the faceplate. A Chaplain.

The Chaplain stops just short of the group and looks at each one, but Seig and removes his helmet. Beneath is a weathered face with a battle scar diaginolly cut across his face. He looks over the group again, the distaste evident. In a similar tone to Seig's "I am Chaplain Lycus of the Imperial Fists, I have heard that unnescary civilian casualities have occured." He looks at each one, save Seig, his face in a scowl. "We are the Emperors' Angels of Death, It is our righteous duty to ensure the safety of ALL of mankind, I'm here to ensure that from you all."

His scowl fades a fraction and he continues while he removes his armor "Now, your two former brothers said that we are to do trial of some sort, if you would be so kind as to provide the information on what we are to do."

[Armoured Priest]

"Aye, so far we know to remove our armour and handover our wargear. But beyond that....well we shall find out soon enough." he addressed the new marines. Standing without his battle plate his dedication to the Iron hand's belief shown true. His body was mostly made of bionics and humming power units. His head a skull of adamantium and glowing red bionic eyes. Perhaps the only organic matter left in Tarrus were a few vital organs and his prognoid gland.

[Ork Slayer117]

Lycus stops for a brief second, he reasured himself that he would be able to handle whatever they threw at him. As his armor is stripped off is is revealed that his left arm is bionic all the way down starting in between the shoulder and elbow. He puts his Crozius down next to his helmet, he growls at the nearest native "They better had be here when I get back and in the same condition."

[Domine Nox]

Alkedere accepts the kill-teams weapons and armor with reverance.

"I give you my word of honor that your equipment shall be as you left it." Once they are divested of their gear Alkedere gives them some skins to cover themselves.

"The Trial of Proving takes place in the Reaving Canyons, home to the most fearsome predators on our world." She says. "Using only your wits you must slay a Diablodon. It is the largest of the Reaving Canyon's denizens. It stalks on two legs, and favors the inferno of the Deadlands." She sketches a distinctively uneven four-toed print in the dirt. "That is the shape of its track." Then she draws their attention to her brilliant red armor. "But most-over, you will know it by the color of its scales. Its hide is patterned like the blazes of hell itself." Standing she looks at them.

"The rules of the hunt are simple. Bring nothing with you into the Canyons. Take no aid from anyone save yourselves. Return with a trophy from an adult Diablodon, and swear an oath that you took its life."

"If you have any questions. I will answer what I can."

[Ork Slayer117]

"Are we able to use self made weapons from the enviroment?" Lycus asks as he pulls on his skin cloth.

[Domine Nox]

"Yes." Alkedere says. "You may fashion weapons on the hunt."

[Ork Slayer117]

Lycus nods his heads. He silenty waits for his brothers to finish their comments and questions.

[Grimaldus]

"i have no questions, if my brothers have none then i wish to depart as soon as possible" said Hannibal as he studied his prey image, already thinking on how to kill it, just like any raptor

[J NOSK36]

"agreed, I have no questions". Grumbled Davian as he too studied the image looking for any indication of a weakness.

[Armoured Priest]

Tarrus scanned the print drawn in the sand with his bionic eye to save if for future use. "I have no inqueries either." He replied.

[Keiya]

Relinquished of his armor and in his provided 'protective' armor, as debatable as it was, Seig retained a single strip of cloth from the folds of his armor which he had slipped carefully over his face during his disarmament. This was both habit and nearly ritualistic - rarely was the face of any member of his chapter seen.

As he listened to the description of the prey, he shifted his weight onto his right leg and heaved his chest with a deep inhale. Being out of his armor, his skin, was very alien for him though he did not doubt his abilities with or without it. His eyes shifted behind strands of snow white hair as he took in the expressions of his surrounding squad. As expected they all look steeled and sound - ready for a challenge. Ready for a hunt.

" You mentioned to take no aid from anyone outside of this group. " His voice remained low and cold. " What are the chances that we'll encounter natives? How active is this area during these 'Trials'?"

[Domine Nox]

"You are not likely to encounter other Aurans in the Reaving Canyons. The stipulation for receiving no outside help is to prevent hunters getting aid from groups not attributed to be part of the hunt." Alkedere says.

[Keiya]

Seig shifted his surprisingly lean and athletically built frame at the reply. He didn't have a care for aid - what concerned him was that they were trudging into a now borderline hostile environment to hunt a monster so as they could pass for being 'acceptable' in the eyes of these natives. 'Jumping through hoops.' He thought to himself. An unfamiliar ground pitted against a local monster? He wanted all of the information he could gather. "What opposition can we expect, given the nature of the creature?" His eyes were locked. " I would assume it can't be too difficult if the need to relinquish our weapons is to put us on level ground."

[Domine Nox]

"The nature of the endeavor is to prove your worth as warriors." Alkedere replies. "I was led to believe the Adeptus Astartes of the Imperium capable warriors, truly skilled in the art of combat. Does this not hold true when divested of your technology? Auran Warriors must all complete a Trial of Proving, but only our most honored are sent to slay a Diablodon." She gestures to scales threaded into her hair.

"Each of these scales is from a separate Diablodon that I myself have slain to earn my position as Sinsir, champion to the Caele. It is by no means a simple task, but I trust you can do what an Auran can." Her tone steers slightly towards a jibing nature.

[Ork Slayer117]

Lycus steps in close to Alkedere " We shall show you just how valuable Astartes are when we bring back the Diablodon head back to you. Our greatest weapon is not our armor nor out weapons, but our faith. Faith conquers all." Turning from Alkedere and towards his brothers "My brothers if you are ready shall we slay a beast?" He asks, his tone challenging them. He himself already eager to be on his way.

[Keiya]

Seeking the direction towards their trail with his eyes, Seig let loose a sharp exhale in agreement with Lycus. He was already showing his more aggressive nature - something Seig kept on a tight rope for his own. He was assertive, but much more refined in his ways. With someone like Lycus bringing his more blunt attitude to the table it allowed Seig to seem far more subtle.

"Let us begin, before age wears our flesh from the bone." He remarked towards the group. One thing he lacked was certainly patience. He enjoyed a fight, and even more - a good challenge and was hoping this 'hunt' would offer both.

[Keiya]

Spoiler

So everyone did the trials and happily ever after?

[Domine Nox]

The kill-team being ready, Caele Rylus Darkscourge and Alkedere lead the team out of town, through winding farmland towards the Reaving Canyons, followed by scores of curious Aurans. The entrance fissure is clearly marked by talismans and splayed human skeletons that warn of danger. The onlookers are silent to a man when the Battle-Brothers cross into the Canyons. Rylus nods with respect to the departing kill-team.

Just past the threshold stands a weathered stone plinth with a selection of worn but reliable Auran weapons: the implements of the hunt.