[ he highlights marazhai's choice of "evening" and gives it a ✅ emoji. evening it is! ]
I am perfectly adept at hand to hand combat.
If you would not mind, I can form weaponry for us. Though I do know there is a gym with blades, and the hunting lodge is equipped with rifles and shotguns — but, we would have to fight there. Some of these freaks that I do not respect have stolen nearly every loose weapon in the house.
Oh! Speaking of them. You are not human, thus you must have an entire culture and understanding of the world as your own. Have they tried explaining your own knowledge to you in that condescending way of theirs yet?
I understand your point, but I also can't fault them. I would take any weaponry I'd find as well.
[ Now, granted, he thinks he should have it because he's the superior being, but. ]
Your weaponry or the gym with blades. Firearms have their use, but they're too quick for my taste. The intimate pain of being close to your fight is better.
[ But, ugh, again. He'd much rather talk about fighting, weaponry, and the decadence of pain... It's easy to sense the special haughty disdain in the answer to Set's question, even through text that seems to be haughty and disdainful by default. ]
Only when it comes to their use of the Warp. Magic, most of them seem to call it here. It is typical of the mon-keigh to toy with the forces that they think they can control, but these witches are especially arrogant. When reality unfurls and releases the horrors of Sha'iel, they will be reminded of their fragility, and I will tear a bloody concourse through every demon and witch in my way.
[ normal! ]
Otherwise, though. Our knowledge does not overlap.
Mon-keigh are prey and livestock to the Drukhari, god of war. It is only recently that I have deigned to listen to their prattling.
"The intimate pain"? Who cares about that? Weapons are for killing. Who cares if it's fast or slow? A firearm is just as lovely as a knife, to me.
[ normal!
but, when every part of you is a lethal weapon, you don't really end up with a preference. whatever gets the task done in the best way is all he thinks of. not weird shit like causing the most pain ( not anymore, at least ) ( pain, to him, is better applied to the mind and emotions ). ]
My my! That is close to the crux of my own annoyance with them.
Mortals harness power, and forget that even if they spend their lifetime learning how to utilize it, their life still ends. Even what they pass on diminishes with time. Other mortals, in their arrogance, destroy important knowledge of how to work with that power. Or disagree and change things. Nothing remains pure in the hands of life that knows an end. That is why gods exist! So, you need not worry about Sha'iel's horrors emanating from me.
Just mine own!
Come seek me on the open grounds, Reaving Tempest. I am impossible to miss!
[ The majority of this message is more than Marazhai really expects, but it does help convince him that maybe this really was a god. Either that, or someone with the same stuffy arrogance of his Aeldari cousins. It’s intriguing either way, and if it’s more the latter case? It’ll be an extra delight to tear into him. ]
I care, as do all Drukhari. But it is something better experienced than explained in the first place.
So, I will find you. I believe you will find that I am just as difficult to miss.
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I am perfectly adept at hand to hand combat.
If you would not mind, I can form weaponry for us. Though I do know there is a gym with blades, and the hunting lodge is equipped with rifles and shotguns — but, we would have to fight there. Some of these freaks that I do not respect have stolen nearly every loose weapon in the house.
Oh! Speaking of them. You are not human, thus you must have an entire culture and understanding of the world as your own. Have they tried explaining your own knowledge to you in that condescending way of theirs yet?
1/2 even if it's only to change the icon
[ Now, granted, he thinks he should have it because he's the superior being, but. ]
Your weaponry or the gym with blades. Firearms have their use, but they're too quick for my taste. The intimate pain of being close to your fight is better.
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Only when it comes to their use of the Warp. Magic, most of them seem to call it here. It is typical of the mon-keigh to toy with the forces that they think they can control, but these witches are especially arrogant. When reality unfurls and releases the horrors of Sha'iel, they will be reminded of their fragility, and I will tear a bloody concourse through every demon and witch in my way.
[ normal! ]
Otherwise, though. Our knowledge does not overlap.
Mon-keigh are prey and livestock to the Drukhari, god of war. It is only recently that I have deigned to listen to their prattling.
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[ normal!
but, when every part of you is a lethal weapon, you don't really end up with a preference. whatever gets the task done in the best way is all he thinks of. not weird shit like causing the most pain ( not anymore, at least ) ( pain, to him, is better applied to the mind and emotions ). ]
My my! That is close to the crux of my own annoyance with them.
Mortals harness power, and forget that even if they spend their lifetime learning how to utilize it, their life still ends. Even what they pass on diminishes with time. Other mortals, in their arrogance, destroy important knowledge of how to work with that power. Or disagree and change things. Nothing remains pure in the hands of life that knows an end. That is why gods exist! So, you need not worry about Sha'iel's horrors emanating from me.
Just mine own!
Come seek me on the open grounds, Reaving Tempest. I am impossible to miss!
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I care, as do all Drukhari. But it is something better experienced than explained in the first place.
So, I will find you. I believe you will find that I am just as difficult to miss.
[ And, impatient thing that he is, he immediately sets out. ]