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Will I ever come back? Maybe! Probably not! Who knows!

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Yeah. I have tomorrow (Wednesday) night off. The Wolves will make their march through the enemies between them and the Relictors.
Aboard Bjorn's Will


"Captain Aristov," Master Gunner yelled over the blaring klaxon as a ship entered realspace within range of the Space Wolf Battlebarge. "An unidentified ship has entered realspace in immediate proximity. They've begun amplifying shields in our direction."

"Re-direct and ready bombardment cannons and await further command," the Captain said, frowning at this news. First there were the swarms of tech-priests making emergency repairs and demanding access to every bit of the ship, then there were the failing engines, and now there was a ship bearing the markings of a lost traitor legion. Having as much as hesitated to open fire on them was likely to gain him all of Tyrfingr's ire, but the only ending they would see from an engagement would end with them being pulled into this Forgemoon's atmosphere to hopefully at least land on some heretics.

Merrill turned to the captain, her face leading him to believe they were being hailed by the traitor legion ship. He held up a hand to the communications officer and went to open the channel himself. Relief washed over the captain at the lack of threats and, if anything, the congenial nature of the captain. "Hail Master Lattore. This is acting captain Imperial Navy captain Aristov, in place of Wolf Lord Askeladden Tyrfingr. We welcome your peace and your support. The Wolves are directly supporting Magos in sector I-z1346 where they're currently finding success in repelling the advancing cultists. My men in sectors I-z1354 through I-z1361 are in need of immediate support. We'll upload the coordinates post-haste. And beware, It's to my understanding the Magos intends to detonate the moon should losing it to the cultists seem inevitable. Best of luck to you, Captain Lattore."
Really sorry. Was planning to post tonight, but things got away from me.
If I don't post by tomorrow night, go ahead and make me into a Haemonculi's plaything.
Expect one by tonight.
@rivaan <3
@rivaan I'm sorry, but it looks like I'm not going to be able to keep up with things. When I applied my schedule was a lot more permitting! Sometimes life has a way of sneaking up on you.
@Wraithblade6 The Hand of Bjorn is awaiting your transmission.
^same
Judge



Location: The Square
Featuring: Voices, Aesir





"The light beckons you."
The lights flickered in the distance, calling to him like dancers in the night. He watched the lights, its luminescence growing and receding to the beat of his breath. He couldn't recall the light when he first came down this street and, while he was new to this town, his memory was sharp enough to recall such details. He began to move down the road, Were the lights meant for him? Perhaps another. It mattered not. He
made a career off of believing there were no such thing as coincidences.

Judge scratched the crow under his chin, the small creature rubbing his body against his nail, peeling a lose feather from its plumage. It cawed in a pathetic way as he approached and ultimately passed the street where they'd be finding rest and a meal, but stuck to its master's shoulder and watched the flickering lights with its blackened empty eyes. "We'll see what it is and get food in our bellies after," the arcanist reassured his pet. As the distance between themselves and the source of the light dwindled down, Judge's pace slowed accordingly. Caution had been as much a part of his career as anything else.
"Seekers are the first to find what they were never looking for."

Judge stopped, some distance before the lights and rose his left pointer finger at them. "Awaken," he commanded, drawing the smoldering ball of living flame from within his finger, "and show me what there is to be seen." The willowisp complied and drifted forward, casting a warm red light across all within arms length of it.
Hopefully gonna find time to get a post up tonight.

Edit: oh god, why do my classes require so much reading. Pls kill me. Okay, if not tonight then tomorrow. Double pinkie promise.
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