Siegemaster Atreides stood calmly in a room filled with ancient warriors, sorcerers, and legends of the past as if it was a normal occurrence for the armored human to see on a regular basis. Operate with the forces of Chaos long enough, and it was after awhile. He may not rely on the blessings and aid of the dark Gods like some others might, but he was more than aware of their place in his life, and how they were effectively the very top of the chain, a place that would not take kindly to failure.

The Siegemaster calmly stood, arms linked behind his back, standing in the front of the group. His armor was annointed with symbols of Chaos undivided, as was many of his men, those that believed as he did. Others followed the Gods of their choice, as long as they did their job, he didn't care which god they followed. He wore his full ensemble, gas mask, helmet, armor, as if he had just walked in from a tour of the siege lines. He very well might have, considering how fast he and his own were pulled here. But the past was irrelevant, instead, he heard out the Dark Apostle as he spoke and was the first to respond to the giant, speaking calmly, with a slightly mechanical accent.

[b]"Break open the carcass, so you can feast on the barely beating heart. So be it, it will be done."[/b]