Morrigan remained in the shadows cast within the deep recesses of the towering Gothic halls and watched the eclectic group from afar. Each of the half-dozen Astartes sported the livery of different legions, with specialties just as varied. Morrigan spied another Assault Marine like himself, as well as a pair Tactical Marines, an Apothecary, a Mechanicus-enhanced Techmarine, and a psychically "gifted" Librarian. At the very least, Morrigan concluded, they had not been singled out for their conformity.
When ordered to report to the Imperator Somnium, Morrigan, succumbing to his dark and brooding nature, had feared the worst. Unconsciously, his hand gravitated to the recovered Corvia of his fallen Dark Fury Battle-Brothers, all chained together and hanging from the Assault Marine's belt. Now, amongst the bustle of naval activity aboard of one of the Emperor's shining golden flagships, he... lessened his apprehension.
"Make no mistake--we would not be summoned here to the Imperator Somnium were any of us the least among our legions. None of ye are fools. The Emperor would not suffer them aboard his flagship." The wisen words of the veteran Death Guard cut through Morrigan's calculating demeanour. Internalizing the situation would only get him so far. The Raven Guard quietly stepped forward.
Taking a cue from the Luna Wolf, Morrigan removed his beaked helm to reveal his rather stark complexion. As a result of the Raven Guard Melanchromic Organ's unique mutation, Morrigan had ivory white skin, eyes of gleaming black orbs, and hair the colour of raven feathers. Once fully exposed, he was left with no other recourse but to announce himself. "Edryc Morrigan. Nineteen Legion." The Raven Guard was not one for protracted conversation, preferring the economy of brevity when possible. Though in this particular exchanging of introductions, he felt he should add, "There are those in my Legion who call me Shadow." Morrigan did not elaborate further.