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I may be interested in joining in, The Inquisition is hands-down my favourite branch of the 40k lore and Eisenhorn and Ravenor are my two favourite 40K novel series.
Took the liberty in being the one to catch the message for Winter, hopefully wasn't overstepping my bounds, but I think it works fine. Ball is in Aisling's court.
Dagon briskly left Queen Arys' chambers along with the goblin Grexx, informing the goblin he would see to Falk's pet human, he made a quick detour to his former chambers on the way to the Guest Quarters of the Court. Spartan, but still a few steps above in comfort that were luxurious compared to his cell, he formally prepared himself, laying Sioc aside as he changed.
He opened his wardrobe to find his armour arrayed there, still kept in as prime condition as when he was stripped of it. Black as the winter night and shining with an icy blue-white sheen, with a clasped cape bearing the colours of the Winter Court upon them, it had been worn by The Winter Knight for centuries, and was as much a symbol of his office as Sioc was.
What with the goblins all in a scurry throughout the court, Dagon deigned to put on his armour himself, taking several minutes to do so and strapping Sioc to his belt when he was finished.
Finally, our Queen can hardly be served by a mostly naked Winterborn Knight.
"And here I had grown used to all of the time you were not constantly whispering into my head, Sioc. I see being bound in ice hasn't squelched your tongue."
I am Winter far more than you will ever be, Knight. You would do well to remember that.
"And you would do well remembering that that our lady gave us a task. Bickering will hardly be becoming towards wooing Falk's pet."
At this, the spirit within Sioc let out an indignant huff, the blade dropping several degrees in temperature, but spoke no further for now.
Now fully armoured and formally dressed, Dagon marched off through the halls, his steps now clinking through the halls as he walked past various goblin and ogre attendants, some of the respectfully bowing their heads and uttering quiet welcomes back to the forlorn Knight, though most just set about their tasks as whatever was happening outside set Winter into a fit.
Was Spring truly destroyed as Grexx said? The Goblin had claimed to have seen the Lord of Spring devoured with his own eyes, and the Goblin was trusted by his Queen, evidently, the penalty for lying would have been grave indeed. It sent Dagon's mind spinning as to what types of creatures could have pulled off such a feat with such swiftness. He instead focused on what he would ask of the Fall King's pet. Probably a name first, he didn't even know hers.
As he passed through the main hall on the path to the Guest Quarters, he spotted a Salamander teleport in via an old hearth and wait by the entrance of the Court. They had traditionally been the messengers of Lord Feoras, the Summer King, if he remembered correctly. He gripped Sioc icily as he stopped and stared at the thing. It held a small message, presumably addressed to Arys, she likely would not be pleased to have to read it.
Either way, if Spring was truly dead then this was likely in regards to it. Without saying a word, Dagon took a few steps towards the Salamander and took the rolled up letter from it.
"Your duty is done, her grace will receive the message, though whether she'll read it or respond to it is up to her."
He carefully put the sealed message up his armlet for when he next saw his Queen, and left the Salamander to its own devices as he resumed his walk.
Finally Dagon reached the Guest Quarters, which he knocked on the door before entering in search of the human girl within.
@LadyRunic@Belle@BlackPanther
He opened his wardrobe to find his armour arrayed there, still kept in as prime condition as when he was stripped of it. Black as the winter night and shining with an icy blue-white sheen, with a clasped cape bearing the colours of the Winter Court upon them, it had been worn by The Winter Knight for centuries, and was as much a symbol of his office as Sioc was.
What with the goblins all in a scurry throughout the court, Dagon deigned to put on his armour himself, taking several minutes to do so and strapping Sioc to his belt when he was finished.
Finally, our Queen can hardly be served by a mostly naked Winterborn Knight.
"And here I had grown used to all of the time you were not constantly whispering into my head, Sioc. I see being bound in ice hasn't squelched your tongue."
I am Winter far more than you will ever be, Knight. You would do well to remember that.
"And you would do well remembering that that our lady gave us a task. Bickering will hardly be becoming towards wooing Falk's pet."
At this, the spirit within Sioc let out an indignant huff, the blade dropping several degrees in temperature, but spoke no further for now.
Now fully armoured and formally dressed, Dagon marched off through the halls, his steps now clinking through the halls as he walked past various goblin and ogre attendants, some of the respectfully bowing their heads and uttering quiet welcomes back to the forlorn Knight, though most just set about their tasks as whatever was happening outside set Winter into a fit.
Was Spring truly destroyed as Grexx said? The Goblin had claimed to have seen the Lord of Spring devoured with his own eyes, and the Goblin was trusted by his Queen, evidently, the penalty for lying would have been grave indeed. It sent Dagon's mind spinning as to what types of creatures could have pulled off such a feat with such swiftness. He instead focused on what he would ask of the Fall King's pet. Probably a name first, he didn't even know hers.
As he passed through the main hall on the path to the Guest Quarters, he spotted a Salamander teleport in via an old hearth and wait by the entrance of the Court. They had traditionally been the messengers of Lord Feoras, the Summer King, if he remembered correctly. He gripped Sioc icily as he stopped and stared at the thing. It held a small message, presumably addressed to Arys, she likely would not be pleased to have to read it.
Either way, if Spring was truly dead then this was likely in regards to it. Without saying a word, Dagon took a few steps towards the Salamander and took the rolled up letter from it.
"Your duty is done, her grace will receive the message, though whether she'll read it or respond to it is up to her."
He carefully put the sealed message up his armlet for when he next saw his Queen, and left the Salamander to its own devices as he resumed his walk.
Finally Dagon reached the Guest Quarters, which he knocked on the door before entering in search of the human girl within.
@LadyRunic@Belle@BlackPanther
Ignatius saw the carnage playing out several hundred metres away and was not too perturbed. The Clan Rats and Irregulars traditionally bore the brunt of assaults like this. They were easily replaced and hot-headed, and could only be tempered through the fires of war. Those that were lucky enough to survive would be forever changed, and truly become a Vermin, just as all before them had. Those that didn't . . . well with any luck their lives will have gone towards the greater good of the Under-Republic.
The Clan Rats and Irregulars themselves were fighting valiantly, but against such disciplined units and disciplined fire, they were slowly being torn apart in much less adequately equipped and trained selves. Were it not for their numbers giving them false courage, they probably would have broken and started running back already.
Winning strategies often necessitated sacrifice though, every Rodent general worth their skin knew that, and Ignatius was no exception.
If Ignatius could pull off a victory, that is. And now was the cue for phase two since the Berserkers had engaged. He eyed the lines for enemy positions and shouted down to the orderly lines of Vermin beneath him.
"Vermin, Twin Fangs! Giganti, spread out! Everyone, charge!"
Twin Fangs was Vermin-code for a type of formation. Too complicated for unruly, divisive, and eager Clan Rats to pull off effectively, but easy for battle-hardened Vermin. The Vermin Guard formed up along the lines as they charged in a steady pace, forming four sets of triangular formations connected by lines, the Marksmen behind them and at the sides, Rattus Giganti punctuating the lines with their taller and bulkier frames.
The number of remaining Rats were close to double what they had already thrown at the Dwarves, and with such vast numbers their formations could be huge as they showed, with the inner two triangular sets of formations or "fangs" set to smash into the engaged Berserkers and fellow Kin, while the outer two fangs would keep going beyond the front lines and up the hills.
Ignatius charged with him, his officers, fellow Ring members, and handfuls of others in the Berserker attack lines taking Fevered Blood potions to give the Blood-crazed Dwarves some of their own medicine. He felt the euphoric bloodlust almost immediately.
The cannons and waiting cavalry were his biggest concerns, everything else he was confident he could overwhelm with superior numbers if he could eliminate those two elements. With any luck, his Vermin units would prove their worth.
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Like Avner?
Yeah, kinda like that sort of stuff.
In any case I switched the words, we're good?
@TemplarKnight07 I apologize, but what do you mean by Illusions and Speechcraft?
Illusionists in today's world can pull off sleight-of-hand tricks and stage magic that are not magical at all. Think like Oz from Oz, The Great and Powerful and these are the types of Illusions he'd be familiar with, basically.
As for Speechcraft, its basically just a fancy word I'm using for his ability to bullshit an audience through his skills in talking.
@Belle
Dagon did not feel the change in temperature in the room, Winter was in his veins, and he'd suffered colder punishments. Though that did not mean he didn't notice the changes in his Queen's demeanour. She was not pleased with this state of affairs, and hated that she could do little about it despite all her power. Dagon felt all the more helpless that he knew he couldn't be of much more help to change the situation either that his beloved Queen was in.
Bemoaning fate shall bring us little good, especially not for her majesty whom hast given us a task. We'd best have learned that if we desire to not be locked away again.
Dagon's eyes flicked at the blade now set against his side, Sioc was truly awakening now. He could feel its power and the entity within it regaining its sense of awareness and now fully its sense of self. It wouldn't be long before it was fully restored.
It was right, of course. Better to focus on the now and not what might be or might have been. He returned his focus to Arys.
"As you command, my Queen. I shall court this pet of the Fall King, learn what she knows of him and his machinations, and protect you from yourself, from now til whatever end awaits me."
No sooner had Dagon finished his promise than his ears caught the distant and faint sounds of crackling that echoed over the vast silence of Winter and penetrated its way even into the depths of the Winter Court. It reminded him of the sounds of vast, titanic chunks of ice shifting and crunching. He looked back in the general direction towards the door. Even in his state, he could sense something was amiss.
He looked back at Arys, his body already half turned to begin leaving to investigate the source of the unfamiliar noise, even in his still mostly naked, though not necessarily inadequately equipped, state.
"My Queen?"
Dagon did not feel the change in temperature in the room, Winter was in his veins, and he'd suffered colder punishments. Though that did not mean he didn't notice the changes in his Queen's demeanour. She was not pleased with this state of affairs, and hated that she could do little about it despite all her power. Dagon felt all the more helpless that he knew he couldn't be of much more help to change the situation either that his beloved Queen was in.
Bemoaning fate shall bring us little good, especially not for her majesty whom hast given us a task. We'd best have learned that if we desire to not be locked away again.
Dagon's eyes flicked at the blade now set against his side, Sioc was truly awakening now. He could feel its power and the entity within it regaining its sense of awareness and now fully its sense of self. It wouldn't be long before it was fully restored.
It was right, of course. Better to focus on the now and not what might be or might have been. He returned his focus to Arys.
"As you command, my Queen. I shall court this pet of the Fall King, learn what she knows of him and his machinations, and protect you from yourself, from now til whatever end awaits me."
No sooner had Dagon finished his promise than his ears caught the distant and faint sounds of crackling that echoed over the vast silence of Winter and penetrated its way even into the depths of the Winter Court. It reminded him of the sounds of vast, titanic chunks of ice shifting and crunching. He looked back in the general direction towards the door. Even in his state, he could sense something was amiss.
He looked back at Arys, his body already half turned to begin leaving to investigate the source of the unfamiliar noise, even in his still mostly naked, though not necessarily inadequately equipped, state.
"My Queen?"
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Reminds me of my Grandfathers who were in similar situations. We can wait as we have always done.
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