Quoted By:
The Tech Priest gave a small laugh as he heard the question, “It is an understandable question. Perturabo is quite the person who does not bring people to him that easily.”
“He pushes them when they are near in his single minded pursuits.” Rogal Dorn clarified his position with a straight and simple statement, “You need to be active to push against that.”
“To that extent I am.” TalOS said as he leaned in his chair, “Our brother needs care. He cannot speak the words he wishes to and constantly drags at himself without care for himself. As that is the case, he needs the assistance that we can give him in order to continue standing and not fall into damnation.”
TalOS could tell the two brothers he was with seemed uneased at his use of words. As Rogal Dorn did not hold back his words he was the one who spoke, “You speak as a Priest more than a brother.”
To those words TalOS could not help but chuckle a small bit, “If that was true I would not be the only one trying to help our brother. Lorgar should be by my side.”
Rogal took this time to think about the revelation that TalOS delivered while Roboute shook his head at the matter, “Lorgar is not the brightest of the Brotherhood. While his loyalty is at its greatest among us, he is the greatest fool of us all.”
“Those are damning words.” TalOS told Guilliman as his eyes glanced towards the Ruler of Ultramar, “Why would you suggest such a thing?”
Guilliman reached into his pocket and took out a small package that was much smaller than his hand. He flicked one end of the package open and revealed a series of cards that were before him.
“This was a gift I recently received from our brother.” Guilliman said as he furrowed the cards across the table without much rhyme or reason to them, “He calls them the Emperor’s Tarot, that we will be able to channel the power of our father. He claimed that even the lowest of mankind would be able to use it if their heart is given to the Emperor.”
TalOS felt a small bit of skepticism as he reached over and picked up the cards. His eyes looked upon the crystalline structure and his soul felt out the material that they were made of. Small runes of unknown origin dotted the card, each of them being a pitiful mockery of the true symbol and arts which governed the Universe.
It was sorcery, the most plainest and simple kind there is. TalOS’s mind, which had consumed millions of psykers, knew for a fact this card was the genuine artifact. It was only the will of Guilliman to see it false that caused it to be false.
The worst part, TalOS recognizes the material.
