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The room quickly broke out in cheers and laughter as everyone finished their drink. Within seconds several Space Wolves were upon TalOS’s sons as if they were already brothers in arms. Such friendliness was something that TalOS had never seen in the reserved ranks of the Mechanicum. Only the Acillians would have reflected such moods between one another and they surely were not expecting for outsiders to welcome them like this.
“So brother,” Leman Russ turned towards TalOS with a smirk upon his brow, “If your people allow, I would like to propose to you a tradition of the Tulker Tribe. An exchange of ideas and mead where after one asks a question and he starts to drink, during which an explanation is given by his fellow. He only stops drinking when his fellow finishes answering the words and is given a question himself to which he drinks and the cycle begins.”
“There are no laws or doctrines preventing me from drinking.” TalOS declared first and foremost as he gave a nod, “Our ultimate aim is information.”
“It is a perfect match of our people’s desires then!” Cheered the Primarch of the Wolves with a boisterous laugh, “Then let me be the first, brother, how in the name of the Emperor did you lose your arm?”
“It was lost roughly a decade ago from this date that it had occurred.” TalOS spoke as Russ quickly began chugging the drink in his hands, “I was on Crusade against a vile Xenos known as the Plastoids. A Psychically gifted race of Pegan worshippers that had attacked Lucius with foolish ambitions. During our flight of retaliations we were attacked in the Warp.”
“The Warp!” Called out the Primarch as he moved his mug to gather more drink from the nearest Space Wolf, “Such creatures were able to attack while in mid transit?”
“I do not lie brother for I believe they were sponsored by a dark and evil God. The attack however was instantaneous as nine of their rank appeared at my side in an attempted assassination.” TalOS reached forward and tightened his newly reforged metal arm, “I killed three of them but they struck me with psychic plasma that I could not dodge. Only through the Machine Spirits inhabiting a series of Servo-Skulls did I escape like this and slaughtered the rest.”
“Its good to know that you have had your revenge against them.” Russ admitted as he gave a devilish grin, “Yourself, brother.”
TalOS lifted his mug and weighed it out as he asked his question, “Tell me of your planet, the Death World of Fenris. More precisely, the kind of monster fauna that exists in such a place.”
And with those words TalOS began his drink as his fellow Primarch began telling the tale.
