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Beyond where the Warriors, Generals, and Priests all discussed the manners of war was the place where demi-gods and their Father rested themselves. The room was a massive circle with a series of indentation within the wall for where the statues of future conquests were to be rested. Already one of them, of Horus’s hand slicing into an Ork, was prominently placed within its hold for all within the room to see.
If TalOS understood the history correctly it was the moment where the Emperor’s life was in danger. At that moment it was Horus who had saved their Father’s life. Thus it was understandable for such a moment to be commemorated by the building of such a powerful statue.
As the room was a circle, so was the table. TalOS had read tales placing forward the ideal of ‘The Round Table’ and how it was a signifier of equality among those that were present. If that was the truth TalOS wondered just how much of it was really true.
About the room eleven seats were empty, one for each of the Primarchs who had yet to be rediscovered. TalOS noted that the 20th, who he knew as Alpharius, was not present. Thus his existence was still a secret amongst all their brothers. Against these eleven seats were ten seats that were all filled with his brothers. Each of them were in order of their discovery running clockwise against the seat that was the Emperor’s which sat at what could closely be called the head of the table.
TalOS was first, being that he was the 2nd Primarch by his birthright. None of this other brothers were all close to the Emperor as TalOS was for the seats of the twentieth and nineteenth were still empty. The Primarch would not have thought much of it unless his neighbor, Fulgrim, was not looking upon him with a scornful eye that would have hurt him if the man had had psychic potential.
Next, several seats down, was Leman Russ who was happily chewing out the ear of Rogal Dorn who was next to him. Compared to the tense silence which was between TalOS and Fulgrim these two seemed to have a much better relationship. It mostly took the place of Rogal putting him three to five sentence statements to whatever tales Leman was wanting to talk about in that moment.
Two chairs from the Imperial Fist was Ferrus Manus, who was one of the many who sat along with little company on either of his sides. He did not mind it as he looked upon the throne of the Emperor waiting for their Father’s arrival.
