[Flirting] This is the most beautiful duel you have ever been in. Fighting your brother Wolves is all fine and well, but they are all descended from the same lineage of combat. This is an exotic mystery, a tradition founded in silence and spiral, a pattern of defensive steps unraveling all that you are while offering nothing in exchange. You could fight this warrior forever. You would lose every time. You truly understand in this moment why the Lion and the Wolf will be remembered forever.

[Art History] Everything about the Dark Angels is written in secrecy, but still it is written. What is commemorated on this armour in the glimpses you catch of it through whirling robes are not battles and military actions, but duels. Marked in emerald and silver are stories of battles with exotic champions - lords of the deathless stars, shapes of fire and terror, and of course bloody victories against champions of the Hive.

But the entire left pauldron commemorates one battle in particular: a duel against a blademaster of the Aeldari.

This conflict must have been and taken everything, a pivotal moment in an extended campaign, a triumph against every odd. In the center of this display is a radiant pink-violet gemstone, glittering with an otherworldly light, a trophy of an impossible victory. And you can see - yes, there! The Ancient One took [i]both [/i]of Eunicornus' arms before the end. These hammer blows raining down on you are driven by cybernetics, injuries so extensive that some would be interred into a Dreadnought Sarcophagus before recovering. 

I tell you now, if you were to somehow extract the full tale from this Angel then the Great Wolf would call you to recite it in the Great Hall on Fenris. As it stands, the basic fact is that this is a close combatant without peer - sword-sage, bladeguard, company champion, a thousand names to describe one of the Astartes' finest.

[Tradecraft] Yes, yes, yes. But the operative question is how do they handle a bolter?

The murder was not done with a blade, it was done with a gun. Eunicornus has a bolt pistol holstered at their side but they have shown no interest in drawing it so far. Are they deliberately hiding their skill? Do their cybernetics allow them the kind of perfect reflexes that would be required to have assassinated the Archmagos? There is no way to tell -

[Intimidate] scream

[Tradecraft] What?

[Intimidate] scream... loud 

[2 point spend to make one of the Emperor's Chosen feel fear and fire their bolter in a panic.]

*

[b]Ramona![/b]

"I wish I could say this was due to my training," said ZBD_ZEN, descending the staircase on a grav-palenquin. It was crawling with eerie cherubum - lobotomized and winged fish, monkeys, flute-playing servitors, a cacophany of flesh and steel bought together into an eerie symphony. ZBD herself wears a sleek and clean biomechanical body, with divinely structured muscles and an eerie beauty that stops at the impassive facless mask. "But Eunicornus has always been very talented. How may we assist the Dynasty?"

[Negotiation] Listen to how close they're playing it. They're afraid they'll let slip some precious wisdom if they speak freely. Some of the cogheads are like this - afraid that an offhand comment will let valuable knowledge fall into profane hands. Your best course of action is being extremely specific about the information you require, and being prepared to pay for it if they put their hand out.