<div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote"><a href="https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=288217.msg14169273#msg14169273">Quote from: Crensler on 27-05-2018, 03:04:09</a></div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">Steinolf rolled his eyes Gaius, though the left corner of his mouth did lift slightly.  "Yes, scraps pawed over by greenskins," he drawled, the idea a rather ludicrous one in his opinion.  "I am certain the Mechanicus will be simply delighted by the prospect."  He grunted in affirmation when the librarian mentioned his companion, Freki.  "I had not planned on it.  He will not be happy about it, I am sure, but better that he remain here this time."  He returned the clap to his shoulder by lightly rapping one gauntlet clad fist against his brother's breastplate.  "I look forward to seeing you unleash your fury upon them, brother.  You are almost as fearsome as a Rune Priest when you become truly riled."  He chuckled and started on his way to the armory, wanting to take his time in selecting his gear after all.  "First Battle-Brother to take an Ork's head may have a drink from my flask of Mjød."<br/></blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br/>Gaius laughed at the russ son's rap on his somewhat metal studded chest. "I know the men of mars have quite queer mannerisms my dear battle brother but they serve the emperor in an almost equal way to us in keeping the imperium's great metallic heart pumping." He quipped, paying the wolf son a rap of his own hand upon the chest-plate when speaking of his dear companion. "What loyal warrior of him on Terra wouldn't chafe at not being allowed to join the slaughter? We will have to be sure to bring him back a memento or something of the sort." He teased, hooking an arm around his comrade's shoulders as they went together to arm themselves. "Alas my rage is not yet wholly within my command dear brother, but I feel I am quite close." He admitted, ducking under Steinolf's arm before leaving him to don the gore soaked armor which had been dubbed the Scorn of Sangunius for its' ability to bring terror to the hearts of the foes of its' wearer. After the proper rites were observed to synchronize the armor's machine spirit to that of his cybernetics the power source roared to life with a low soft growl that would unnerve lesser men. After this he went to arm himself for the task ahead