Lord Perikles's celestial thread

Personal thread.

Lord Perikles' vanguard has found the small settlement that should serve as a base camp. The first greeting is not exactly welcome, though.

While most the farmers there bow deep, shaken by the golden giants walking among them, there is someone who is standing upright. An hardy-looking man, surrounded by his family, and standing in front of a longhouse. "Lord Perikles. You will forgive me if I don't bow" he mutters, nodding to the lack of limbs he has. "I'm Franz, and I happen to be the leader of this small people. I was wondering...".

"I apologize for my rudeness, but your kin here usually means trouble. Why are you here, my Lord?" he asks, almost defiant. It's Ares who whispers to Perikles' ear.

"My lord, our scout have found reports of orks teeming around this town".

Perikles eyes narrow before responding,"trouble? For whom, Franz?"

Before the man can reply, Ares interjects, "we are the protection and vengence of the God-King. The only trouble we bring is to those who deny His Sovereignity with deeds. You wouldn't be serving green skins by any chance would you, Franz?"

There is a moment of pause as the man reconsiders his options. "No, of course, m'lord" he hurriedly but vehemently states. "Thing is, trouble tends to follow you... your kind, and, so, we didn't want no trouble..."

Lord Perikles takes a step forward and opens his arms in a gesture of reassurance before speaking, "Franz, we do not bring trouble, we deal with it. Alas, trouble is coming or, as our intelligence suggests, it might already have arrived. Be assured, we are here to help and protect you and all species and individuals of good-will within Ghyran. Rejoice in the fact that we have arrived before 'trouble' has doled out it's measure upon your people. Now, will you share with us what you know of the ork incursion in this area, and anything else, no matter how trivial, that might help us determine what is attracting the forces of chaos, death, and destruction to your land?"

Lord Perikles' arms drop to his sides as he holds Franz's gaze, unblinkingly. Meanwhile, Ares momentarily regards the celestant with an expression somewhere between disdain and concern, before surverying the host ranged before them looking for any movement or muscle twitch that might suggest hostile intent.