#//at this era hes ready to just fuckin burst at the seams and is (vaguely) tempted to join khorne in collecting skulls

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@iamomegon continued from here.

Such a simple question and yet, even with the usually deadpan Aurelius, something about it seemed to have genuinely brought him to have some sort of emotion to his telepathic voice. His head lulled back, unknowing on how to truly respond to such a question.

" My sons and I endure. Despite what has happened with Leman. "

A simple reply. His grip tightened on the staff of his standard, suddenly swinging out at another unlucky poxwalker that dared to step foot near his brother. He slammed his standard in the ground with fury, earning audible war cries from his beloved sons. And while they charged without fear into battle, Aurelius absentmindedly returned his greatbow into his hands, pulling an arrow from beneath his cloak and pulled back what could only be described as an invisible bowstring. Light crackles of energy formed at the tips of the greatbow to create the very string, pulled back hard by Aurelius's careful hands... and the arrow was fired across the battlefield with nary an issue.

Aurelius said nothing. He was not one for speaking-- and he certainly was not one to just go rambling to his brothers about such matters in this era.

" How do you fare? "