Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-1734134-20170510201147/@comment-30488984-20170703041351

Karliel groans, his head feeling as though it were on the receiving end of a piledriver from a power fist. He rests his head in his hands, feeling strange, as if not in his own body anymore. In fact, he doesn't feel anything in certain parts of his body. Karliel raises his head and seeing a reflection of himself in some glass across the room.

"I've seen the work of the mechanicum but never thought I would become more machine than man myself." He says mostly to himself, he then looks over to Orion both in a mixture of gratitude but feeling a sense of loss, "What did you have to change?"

Karliel raises his hand to his face, feeling the scarred flesh that was left behind after his helm's lense was destroyed. He then looks down to his right arm, recalling the mangled mess that hung from his torso only hours ago. Karliel also moves his left leg, testing the flesh and machine where the rebel's had found their mark. He recalls the desperate battle in that fortress, the pain he endured and the amount of men he murdered.

Karliel's anger rises, thinking that those lowly mortals were able to wound him so badly that he now has had to give up most of his flesh. His grip on the surgical table tightens as he imagines throttling that rebel commander which he then recalls he wanted to talk to Orion about. Karliel forces himself to stand, steadying himself agains the surgical table which only makes him angrier due to this feeling of weakness.

"That rebel commander, he said that they were not loyalists. Are not these men under Breier loyalists but not fighting for who they believe to be Governor Pryce? He wore a mask and it appeared that he knew exactly who I was. He was a coward and refused to speak to me in person, instead putting me into a room without my weapons and only treating with my via video feed. Something drew his attention and immediately I was shot in the back by his troops. Does that sound like something Breier would do or perhaps someone else you have intel on?"

Karliel thinks for a second and continues, "I made a blood oath to kill him but he ran away before I could tear his spine through his chest. I need to kill this man or I fear Khorne's wrath will follow me."

Looking down at the floor, Karliel looks into Orion's helm's lenses with an expression of complete seriousness, "Speaking of our lord and indirectly of the warp.......what is the possibility of me binding a neverborne to myself or a weapon of mine? I intend to become as powerful as I can become and even these enhancements don't appear to be enough to be a worthy champion of the blood god."