Arabar smiled widely, nearly all of his chosen inner circle were on the bridge, and he had now blessed them, shown them the way. Unsurprisingly Quel began work repairing the damage to the bridge as soon as Arabar was finished, good, his industrious attitude and loyalty would serve the Black Hands well. Amphion had quickly departed, leading the remainder of his mutants to purge those Night Lord's who had not been present upon the bridge and still drew breath. Sorthraal... remained strangely silent along with the rest of his squad. Arabar assumed that they were coming to terms with their fratricide. It was Lentus of all of his chosen that gave voice to his concerns.

[i]"If I may give voice to one concern I believe several of us are occupied with at the moment.  What is our next course of action father?"[/i]

Arabar stepped down again from the throne, [b]"Why, I am delighted you asked good Lentus! As you all know by now we are currently on our way to the Eye of Terror, gateway to the home of the Gods. But, that is not specific enough for you is it? No, specifically we search for a planet within the eye, and Eldar crone world I only know as the "Forbidden Grimorie". I know neither it's location nor form, so how are we to find it you ask? Simple, the whispers in your heads shall direct us.[/b] Arabar smiled, hands open to his msn, [b]"once within the eye they will become more clear to me. I shall use them as a guide. Once the world is reached, I shall explain the next stage, if our unholy pilgrimage! Now, you are dismissed! Repaint your armor before again you see me, should you wish to speak privately I shall grant any of you an audience."[/b] With that Arabar moved to the command throne and sat, content. In s matter if days the eye would be within sight.

What an odyssey they would have! Tails of the pilgrimage if the Black Hands would be recited by mad poets of chaos for centuries to come! Soon... very soon the gods would know their names...