"These markings...I do not recollect them. What say you, my fellow collaborator?" Malignus inquired, eyeing the strange markings and symbols along the street.

Regardless, after a few brief moments, the roaring call of war was heard bellowing from the bowels of the hive some distance away. Noting the rather massive crowd, and their distinctive banners, the Raevan knew all too well what would happen if they were to stay. Oh, but he did indeed revel in the chaotic turn of events. With a wide grin and a cackle of his whip into the thin and stale air, he beckoned to Embra.

"We should watch our steps, and progress upward to more solid location. The buildings here would not last more than a minute against angry mob of such...caliber. They would certainly string our entrails out like rope, drink our blood like flowing basin." He suggested. 

After turning around swiftly, he gazed upon a fellow cultist, with hair gleaming a silver hue and metallic works sprouting all around. A wicked half smiled creeped up the right side of his scruffy cheek, and he whispered loudly to himself.

"Oh, my lord is most certainly having a day with me. I absolutely admire how things have changed, and rightly so!"