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ablogthatishenceforthmine · 4 years ago

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Zeke Character Profile

Physical

Zeke is a very physical person, in a multitude of ways. He is tough. He loves and is good at physical activities. He is obsessed with wrestling; he does it all the time and can’t seem to stop doing it. It seems also to be an emotional thing, as he often wrestles people when he is overcome with emotion or affection.

In group tasks or environments, he often occupies roles that demand physicality. At the makeshift gambling joint the Belcher kids run in their basement in “The Kids Run the Restaraunt,” he is the doorman and bouncer. In “Few ‘Gurt Men,” his role in the mock trial is the baliff. In the heist in "The Taking of Funtime One Two Three,” his physical strength is emphasized and used to win an arcade game.

He is not just physically tough, but also physically affectionate. He is physically affectionate with most people, but is especially so with Jimmy Jr., his best friend. Zeke has no shame, embarrassment, or self-consciousness in hugging, holding, or throwing his arm around Jimmy Jr. and other boys his age. It’s really refreshing to see a male character that so thoroughly enjoys showing physical affection to his male friends without any “no homo” posturing or thoughts. To give Jimmy Jr. credit too, he likewise has no problem with the physical affection Zeke shows him or giving Zeke physical affection.

Good Friend

Zeke cares a lot about about his friendship with Jimmy Jr. He values it above all else. He and Jimmy Jr. are inseparable. Zeke is a great friend to him. He always encourages and supports Jimmy Jr., showers him with compliments, and comforts him when Jimmy Jr. needs it. The only time he is disloyal to Jimmy Jr. is in the “Oeder games,” and that’s only after Jimmy Jr. turns on him first.

Supportive and Encouraging

Zeke is extremely encouraging and supportive of other people. He’s a cheerleader: not actually, but in spirit. He is constantly cheering on and complimenting people’s ideas and accomplishments. He just really believes in people and lets them know. Even when he is being critical, he does it in a positive when. In “The Land Ship,” when everyone is bashing Tina for being bland or boring, Zeke included, he at least does it in a somewhat motivational way, telling her “get some spice into you girl!”

Kind

Zeke is incredibly kind. He really cares about other people. There are many instances of Zeke being extraordinary kind. Because there are so many instances, I will just pick out a few examples that really stuck out to me. In “Broadcast Wagstaff News,” Zeke tells Tina that after a while, he continued to be the mad pooper for Tina. It’s a surprisingly sweet and touching thing. Even Tina, who is not partial to Zeke, thinks so. In “Midday Run.” he steals the mascot costume from Wagstaff for his grandma. She is going into surgery, and he knows that him prancing around in the mascot costume in front of her would comfort her and cheer her up. Once he is caught, he is desperate to get away, not to get out of trouble, but so that he can be there for his grandma. In “The Silence of the Louise,” Zeke falsely confesses to destroying Mr. Frond’s therapy dolls so that Jimmy Jr. and the other kids can go to the waterpark. It’s a completely selfless act, putting others above himself even when he doesn’t have to.

People Person

Zeke is a people person; he loves people and loves to be around them. He is very affectionate with people and often gives them nicknames; for example, he sometimes calls Tina “T-bird.” He also loves giving compliments, which he does all the time.

And people also really like Zeke. The best example of this is “A Fish Called Tina.” At different points, he is Rudy’s and Kaylee’s big fish (their mentor). He gets along with them so well. They really like him. Rudy even starts to think that Zeke could be his soulmate. After their first fish meeting, Rudy tells Zeke “I love you so much man.” Zeke replies in kind and they hug. Zeke loves people and they love him. Zeke just gets along with others so naturally and effortlessly. He is likeable, which in his case, is an actual skill. It’s no surprise he is such a great Big Fish. Zeke is able to bond with people who are completely different from him. He likes them even though they are nothing alike. Zeke is loud, outgoing, and energetic. While Rudy and Kaylee are quiet, bookish, and meek. But he doesn’t care about this, he doesn’t look down on them or think their weird or that they’re loses. Zeke likes and appreciates them, and people in general, for who they are. It’s also telling that such quiet and reserved people are able to care about Zeke so quickly rather than finding him obnoxious or draining.

Empathetic

Zeke is extremely empathetic, and always tries to understand the reasons for others’ behavior. In "Bob Actually,” when Tina run’s away from Jimmy Jr.’s jumping kiss, Zeke empathizes wither her, telling her “feelings are scary girl.” He’s wrong about why she’s running away (it’s diarrhea), but it’s telling that he takes a guess at why she is running away, and emphasizes with it. In “The Hawkening: Look Who’s Hawking Now,” Zeke is emotional and distraught over Rudy having a broken arm and he brings up the idea of a party to celebrate Rudy getting his cast off.

In "Sit Me Baby One More Time,” Zeke’s immediate empathy for Kendra is really incredible. He almost immediately zeroes in on the fact that her behavior stems from the difficulties of being the new kid in school. He intuits that Kendra is bullying others in a preemptive strike against rejection. He says that “she rejects them in their crouch before they reject her in their heart.” He offers this girl empathy and understanding, even though the few seconds he’s interacted with her involved her attacking him unprovoked. It’s really an outstanding moment of empathy, as well as showing that Zeke has an incredible ability to understand others.

Honest and Open

Zeke may lie about the trouble he gets into, but he is completely honest and open about his thoughts and feelings. He has no trouble showing or announcing how he feels. In fact, he almost constantly does so. The audience and the other characters in the show never have to guess what he is thinking or feeling.

He has no problem showing his emotions, which is quite refreshing to see in a teenage boy character, especially one as typically boyish as Zeke. He loves to express affection for people, verbal and physical. In “The Gene and Courtney Show,” he openly cries in class at Gene’s love announcement. He informs the whole class that he is crying. He also cries and gets emotional at the puppet show in “If You Love it so Much, Why Don’t You Marrionate?” In “The Trouble with Doubles,” He openly admits to being scared by the movie. He says it without being asked.

Below Average Intelligence

Zeke is not the most intelligent kid. He doesn’t have the smartest ideas or the best critical thinking skills. He doesn’t do well in school. He is in the Home Economics class that Mr. Frond describes as “for dummies.” Part of his problem with school, seems to be his short attention span, and he probably has ADHD, but he’s also just not book smart.

Zeke is aware of his lack of intelligence. In "Ex Mach Tina,” Zeke tells Tammy and Jocelyn that they’re making him feel smart, showing that he is aware that he isn’t smart. In “Bob and Deliver,” his whole plotline revolves around this idea. Zeke says he doesn’t need cooking, and that he’s not going to college. He doesn’t seem to believe he has a bright future, and has accepted that. Bob has to badger Zeke into trying to cook. Zeke repeatedly says that he can’t do it. When Bob goes to taste it the dish Zeke made, Zeke tells Bob that he probably wrecked it. It’s clear that he doesn’t believe in himself, at least when it comes to his intelligence and general abilities. This plotline is about Zeke gaining faith in himself, and learning he can do more than he thinks he can. He learns that he is more than what he has been told he is. Once he finds a teacher who believes in him, he is able to flourish.

High Emotional Intelligence

While Zeke may struggle with some forms of intelligence, he has incredible emotional intelligence and maturity. He may be the most emotionally intelligent character, and not just out of the kid characters, but all the characters. He accepts and expresses his own emotions. He is not ashamed or afraid of them.

He approaches people with empathy and is genuinely interested in their point of view. In “Midday,” Zeke honestly asks Tina why she likes being a hall monitor, and challenges her on what the job does/means. He is genuinely trying to challenge, understand, and help her, rather than just calling her out or antagonizing her. ”

Because of his empathy and sincere interest in people, he is incredibly insightful and smart when it comes to people, their feelings, and their motivations. In "Ex Mach Tina,” he has rather insightful things to say about one of Jimmy Jr.’s songs, the one about Jimmy Jr.’s father throwing the ball too hard for Jimmy Jr. to catch when they play catch. Zeke analyses the song, telling the group it’s about parents putting too much expectations on their kids.

In “Sit Me Baby, One More Time,” Zeke displays extraordinary emotional intelligence in his ability to understand Kendra. As described above, he only meets for her a few seconds, and during those seconds, she was trying to attack him. He hears secondhand from Tina that she is new in school and that she is bullying other kids. From just this information, he is gain accurate and incredible insight into her behavior and mindset. With this example, you get the feeling that Zeke really sees people, in all their complexities, masks, and flaws. In the same episode, when Jimmy Jr. tells Zeke’s he’s scared, Zeke responds “I know buddy, that’s what makes us human.” Again insightful and empathetic. He has a great attitude toward emotions. Better yet, he doesn’t mock JJ’s fear, the way that so many boys are taught to do. He doesn’t think that fear makes someone weak, or is unmanly. He just accepts fear, and offers empathy to Jimmy Jr.

Big Picture Thinker/Philosophical

Despite his below average traditional intelligence, Zeke things about big things and issues. He is also occasionally philosophical.

In "Tina and the Real Ghost,” Zeke reveals that he doesn’t believe in ghosts or the afterlife. It says a lot that he’s thought enough about death and the afterlife to have a strong opinion on it and to not believe in it. Zeke thinks about big picture things: some pretty serious, weighty stuff. When he does start to believe in ghosts, he says very seriously, and kinda in a sort of despair, that “this changes a lot for me. A LOT.” He has a world view, and nd there is some melancholy and despair under his cheeriness. When the fraud of the ghost Jeff is revealed, Zeke says he wanted to believe that there was more than this life. This is a much more serious and philosophical desire than the other characters desires: to have a boyfriend, to hop on the bandwagon, or to win in a rivalry.

There are some other examples of Zeke thinking about big issues. In “Ex Mach Tina,” he is excited about getting philosophical about growing up. In “The Quirk-ducers,” it is revealed that Zeke co-founded a “women’s issues” club. He is also aware enough to know that no women signing up for the club is a problem. In “UFO No You Didn’t,” Zeke is concerned about the bees dying, and becomes the topic of his and Tammy’s science project. And it’s actually a good one idea, showing that Zeke can apply himself when he cares about what he’s doing.

Loud and Excitable

Zeke is very loud and excitable. He has has a sense of wonder about the world, and gets excited about the tiniest things. He is extremely enthusiastic. He uses colorful, creative, and evocative language. Zeke also loves to entertain others. He loves the attention, and making other people laugh.

Juvenile Sense of Humor

Zeke has a juvenile sense of humor. He loves gross out and sexual humor, as best indicated by his mad pooper stunt. He also has a lot of traits that are typically associated with teenage boys, such as his obsession with boobs.

Impulsive

Zeke is very impulsive, often acting without thinking. This can be both good and bad. It can be good because it means he is a doer; he takes action. This can be seen in "The Belchies,” when he, Tina Jimmy Jr, and Gene are stuck in the elevator. While Gene, Jimmy Jr., and Tina are just sitting in the elevator, accepting that they are stuck, Zeke is the one that gets them out by lifting the elevator door thing on an impulse. But his lack of impulse control also causes serious problems. It leads him to make bad decisions, and it gets him in trouble a lot at school. Zeke gets detention A LOT. However, he is aware of his impulse control issues. In “Thelma and Louise Except Linda is Thelma,” he explains that his many detentions is because he has a problem with impulse control.

Rule-breaker

Due partly to his poor impulse control, Zeke is bad at following rules. He also is just a rebellious person who enjoys causing trouble sometimes. He likes pranks, and often acts out.

But sometimes, his rule-breaking has nothing to due with this poor impulse control or love of pranks. Zeke follows his heart and his own moral code. He knows that rules aren’t always moral or right. He does what he thinks is right, even if its against the rules. This is best evidenced in “Midday Run,” when he steals the mascot costume in order to cheer up his grandma before her surgery. By the end of the episode, Zeke ended up teaching Tina that rules aren’t always right, and she shouldn’t always just obediently follow and enforce them without question.

Troubled Home Life

The show repeatedly hints that Zeke has a troubled home life; it’s a running joke of the series. In the opening of "The Runway Club,” in a homage to the film “The Breakfast Club,” Zeke plays the Bender role, further connecting him to a troubled home life.

Most of what’s mentioned or alluded to isn’t too serious or concerning. But Zeke seems to have a more adult, messy, and complicated home life than the other kid characters. His family moves around a lot, his birth mom had him when she was in high school, he has a 44 year-old brother, a clown at 7th birthday part later become famous for murdering someone. These are just some examples of things mentioned.

In “Boyz for Now,” Zeke also tells Tina and Louise that his step-mother is an alcoholic and a shopaholic. Although, during the play, when they are talking about how great moms are, Zeke makes a point to include step moms, and gives his step mom a shout out. So, he clearly has a good relationship with her. So again, nothing too dark, but still a bit troubled.

Conclusion

Zeke is a deceptive character. By which I mean, at first glance, and when he was first introduced, he seems simple. He’s a loud, gross, not very smart, impulsive teenage boy with a juvenile sense of humor. But underneath these qualities, he has a lot of depth. He is philosophical, highly emotionally intelligent, and extremely kind.

And just like viewers may at first have written him off, Wagstaff and Mr. Frond have too. Zeke is the type of kid whom schools, at least American schools, routinely fail because they have such a rigid and limited idea of what a good student is. They value a specific set of qualities, and fail to value or even see others that lay outside of that set. Unfortunately for Zeke, he lacks the qualities schools value and excels in the ones they ignore and devalue.

Zeke is labeled a bad, below-average kid. But the thing is, he is actually an extraordinary and talented kid. His level of emotional intelligence at his age is incredible, and really, rarer than the book-smarts that the “good kids” possess. He is really great with people, at dealing with them, and understanding them. That’s a real gift. But Wagstaff doesn’t value or even acknowledge these skills and qualities.

These abilities and personality traits should be acknowledged, valued, encouraged, and nourished. It is possible to create a school environment where Zeke, and kids like Zeke, can thrive. Instead of endlessly punishing Zeke and telling him that he’s a bad kid not worth very much, the school and Mr. Frond should acknowledge and cater Zeke’s school experience to his considerable gifts

For example, Zeke has a lot of qualities that make a great leader, such as his people-oriented nature and big picture thinking. Obviously, he lacks some necessarily qualities for leadership, so Zeke works best as a co-leader or leading with a group. He needs a partner/co-leader that has the leadership skills he lacks: critical thinking, attention to detail, and long-term thinking.

In “Prank You For Being a Friend,” Zeke is put in the club ‘the Thinkgineers” as a punishment. Imagine if he was encouraged or put in extracurricular activities that actually suited his skills and interests. The Thinkginners is the absolute worst club to put Zeke in. The Thinkginners is a club about inventing. It involves critical thinking, problem solving, math, and minute details. If the goal was to punish Zeke, then Mr. Frond succeeded, but wouldn’t it be better to help help. Mr. Frond should have put Zeke a club where he can actually thrive and find purpose, like with his time as a Big Fish. So maybe a mentorship club? Or a club that interacts with a lot or helps people? Or even something with leadership? These types of “punishment” would be much more helpful to Zeke than any of the other punishments he is given. Isn’t his behavior improving more important than the act of punishing?

I imagine Zeke would me more motivated and be better able to work on his weaknesses, if his strengths were recognized and encouraged in school. If he believes that his is a capable and worthy person, he might believe in himself more and work harder on his weaknesses. He might enjoy school more, which could only be a good thing.

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mrs-theirin · 4 years ago

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OC Facts w/ Eden Hawke

i was tagged by @elffyness! literally blessed to have her ask for Eden, i feel like i don’t talk about her enough

PLACE IN SOCIETY

✖ FINANCIAL – wealthy / moderate / poor / in poverty

She’s certainly wealthy now. Being the Champion of Kirkwall will do that for you.

✖ MEDICAL – fit / moderate / sickly / disabled / disadvantaged

As a mage, she knows that it’s easy to become physically weak, so she works out every day. Homegirl’s got some muscles.

✖ CLASS OR CASTE – upper / lower / middle / working / unsure

Champion of Kirkwall, baby.

✖ EDUCATION – qualified / unqualified / studying

Eden used to read to Bethany and Carver. She wouldn’t admit to this, but she’s a huge book nerd. Probably why she fell for Varric.

FAMILY

✖ MARITAL STATUS – married, happily / married, unhappily / engaged / partnered / divorced / widow or widower / separated / single / it’s complicated

While they’re not technically married, Varric popped the question sometime during act 3 of DA2. She loves that dwarf and will kill for him. Don’t test her.

✖ CHILDREN – has children / no children / wants children / adopted children

No children yet! She and Varric haven’t really talked about it, but she’s not against it. Her only concern would be keeping them safe.

✖ FAMILY – close with sibling / not close with siblings / has no siblings / siblings are deceased / it’s complicated

In my canon, Bethany is alive! She’s way closer with Bethany, but she loves Carver just as much, even though they seem to butt heads more often than not. She also has a twin, Elias, who she’s very close with. When she had to flee Kirkwall, they split up, and their relationship faded a bit.

✖ AFFILIATION – orphaned / adopted / disowned / raised by both parents / it’s complicated

You all know what happened.

TRAITS & TENDENCIES

✖ disorganized / organised / in between

Depends on her mood. The girl’s all over the place.

✖ close-minded / open-minded / in between

She’s very stubborn. Usually only listens to Elias, Bethany, and Varric. It takes a lot to get her to change her mind about something.

✖ cautious / reckless / in between

The type of reckless that screams, “I’m a mage, try to touch me templars!!!” She’s only cautious when it comes to Varric and Bethany.

✖ patient / impatient / in between

Impatient when dealing with stupid people. Patient when dealing with good people/loved ones.

✖ outspoken / reserved / in between

✖ leader / follower / in between

✖ sympathetic / unsympathetic / in between

✖ optimistic / pessimistic / in between

Optimistic on the outside, pessimistic on the inside. That’s angst babe!

✖ hardworking / lazy / in between

✖ loyal / disloyal / in between

Extremely.

✖ faithful / unfaithful / in between (I read this as following a particular faith!)

She believes in the Maker. Doesn’t care for him much.

SEXUALITY & ROMANTIC INCLINATION

✖ SEXUALITY – heterosexual / homosexual / bisexual / asexual / pansexual / omnisexual / demisexual

✖ SEX – sex repulsed / sex neutral / sex favorable

✖ ROMANCE – romance repulsed / romance neutral / romance favorable

Come on. She’s married to Varric. You think that man can’t sweep her off her feet? Please.

✖ SEXUALLY – sexually adventurous / sex experienced / naive / inexperienced / curious / uninterested

Varric has a room at the Hanged Man for a reason.

ABILITIES

✖ COMBAT SKILLS – excellent / good / moderate / poor / none

She will absolutely destroy you in the worst way possible. Don’t fuck with her or her family.

✖ LITERACY SKILLS – excellent / good / moderate / poor / none

Book nerd.

✖ ARTISTIC SKILLS – excellent / good / moderate / poor / none

Not entirely sure this counts as an artistic skill, but she sings. Very well. If you ask her about it, she’ll gut you.

✖ TECHNICAL SKILLS – excellent / good / moderate / poor / none

this literally took forever, thanks bry sgkshgskgshs hope you enjoyed! anyone can consider yourself tagged if you see this!

#eden hawke #elias hawke #hawke #tag game #dragon age #dragon age 2 #dragon age inquisition #da #da2 #dai

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theblueswallow · 5 years ago

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LFRP - Sybelle Cassalantar

THE BASICS ––– –

Age: Fifty summers.

Nameday: 14th Sun of the 4th Astral Moon

Race: Duskwight Elezen

Gender: Female

Marital Status: Single

PHYSICAL APPEARANCE ––– –

Hair: Dark blue, with light-blue dyed highlights.

Eyes: Violet

Height: 200 cm

Build: Tall, athletic and long-legged

Distinguishing Marks: Dark-blue skin, crystalline violet eyes, she’s tall enough to pluck the stars from the sky (could probably jump to those she can’t reach)

Common Accessories: Earrings on her ears, occasionally a choker matching her outfit, flowers in her hair.

PERSONAL ––– –

Profession: Adventurer (Lancer, Machinist & novice Astromancer)

Hobbies: Cooking, sewing, helping people out, playing with children, petting / feeding every cute critter in sight (any unsupervised minions will be adopted on sight)

Languages: Common. Knows very, very little Gelmorran (her family name, basically)

Residence: Has a permanent room rented at the Quicksand in Ul’dah; is currently furnishing an apartment at the Topmast in Mist, Limsa Lominsa. Is looking for opportunities to return to Ishgard.

Birthplace: The Coerthan Western Highlands

Patron Deity: Halone, regular believer.

Fears: Loneliness, despair, helplessness, going back to the ‘old life’.

RELATIONSHIPS ––– -

Spouse: None yet

Children: None yet?

Parents: Passed away.

Siblings: Sole child.

Other Relatives: None she knows of.

Pets: Misha the Hunting Hawk; Cuddles the Red Panda; Prince the Behemoth pup; Kitty the Coeurl kitten. Honorable mention: Goldrin the golden Chocobo, the best companion a girl could hope to have.

TRAITS ––– -

* Bold your character’s answer.

Extroverted / In Between / Introverted

Disorganized / In Between / Organized

Close Minded / In Between / Open Minded

Calm / In Between / Anxious

Disagreeable / In Between / Agreeable

Cautious / In Between / Reckless

Patient / In Between / Impatient

Outspoken / In Between / Reserved

Leader / In Between / Follower

Empathetic / In Between / Apathetic

Optimistic / In Between / Pessimistic

Traditional / In Between / Modern

Hard-working / In Between / Lazy

Cultured / In Between / Uncultured

Loyal / In Between / Disloyal

Faithful / In Between / Unfaithful

RP HOOKS ––– –

A Gentle Soul: You might not catch her in lively, chaotic places very often (she gets lost in a sea of masses easily), but rather in cozy, secluded corners of areas she had time to familiarize herself with. The Carline Canopy is almost like a second home whenever she happens to be in Grdiania; the Hall of Flames in Ul’dah is also a likely place to catch her. Lately, she’s spending a lot of time in Ishgard, helping out in the Brume and absorbing the studies of astrology to the best of her abilities.

The Road Suits A Traveler: More often than not, she’s on the road towards places - either on a job for the Adventurer’s Guild, to help out the locals or simply to stay in motion. She will always stop to greet and chat fellow travelers should they welcome it.

The Valiant’s Trust: Sybelle has recently thrown her lot with The Valiant’s Trust, a philanthropic Free Company where she places her full faith to not only be in a position to better help those in need, but also form ties with like-minded people and finally belong to a community.

Succor for the Lost: Sybelle is very keen on helping those who need it, and would do so happily for free. She wears her heart on her sleeve and her empathy can be easily taken advantage of (whether she realizes it or not).

OOC INFORMATION ––– –

Hi! I’m Syb-mun. I also go by Tyb (Yes. I’m *that* Tyb, if you ever were part of the LoL Tumblr RP fandom) or Shan (from WoW). You can call me Syb, though!

I’m 24 yo, July baby, female but you can call me whatever. As long as I recognize you’re talking to me :’)

EU, Romanian Timezone (GMT +3) Forever sad because I practically live in Narnia and away from all the cool people.

I don’t have a life so I’m almost always online, though.

I really love cats and I adore birds, unironically.

I play games, lots of MMO experiences. FF14 is now my favorite because oh my god visible jewelry? And minions that clamber on your shoulder? SIGN ME THE F U C K U P.

Oh yeah I also swear a lot. Pls excuse, it’s not u, it’s me - I just have pent-up anger issues.

I also have the attention span of a squirrel, and the memory of a goldfish.

If I forget anything important, pls excuse. I don’t know how Tumblr works sometimes.

Oh yeah, @liott-monar is my girlfriend and she’s the reason I got into FF14. Blame her, m’kay?

SCREENSHOT CREDITS: @liott-monar for the gifs and Fida Viras for the amazing screenshots used in this post. If I find her URL I promise I’ll tag. <3 <3 <3

CONTACT INFORMATION ––– –

In Game - Sybelle Cassalantar @ Balmung, Crystal Data Center.

Tumblr - @theblueswallow

Discord: Tybresa#9200. Feel free to add me and shoot me a message!

#out of blue #balmung lfrp #character info #ffxiv #ffxiv rp #balmung rp #crystal rp #Duskwight #hello friends #pls don't look at tags #i tend to use the tag section to shitpost

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vaniri · 5 years ago

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Eye of the storm [Arthur Morgan x Reader] - CHAPTER 1/2

warnings: tuberculosis 😧 (this fic takes place in the middle of chapter 6), light smut (the good stuff comes in chapter 2 😏), a bit of angst? Just loving our ill cowboy ;_;

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You sighed tiredly, leaning against the Saint Denis Stable wall. It was a hard day and you would be the happiest person alive if it finally ended. First, the stagecoach you tried to rob turned out to be completely empty, as all its passengers (and their precious belongings) disembarked at Emerald Ranch. Later, when you were going back to Rhodes to have a talk with your discouraged friend, who had tipped you off about this "wonderful opportunity", you got ambushed. By the damned Lemoyne Raiders! It wasn't the first time that happened, and you were not alone, but you absolutely hated being swooped by these obstinate morons. The fight was tough, but somehow you managed to survive mostly unaffected. Unfortunately, your poor horse, your beloved four-legged friend, wasn't that lucky and got a bullet.

It didn't look that bad, but still scared the shit out of you. You loved this creature and couldn't even think of losing her. You tended to her wound the best you could, but you weren't an expert, so you decided to take her to the city, where the stable owner could examine her properly.

Now you were watching as the man carefully inspected your horse, saying nothing but getting a bit impatient. He was quiet for too long, you thought, and that made you feel uneasy. You moved your gaze to your girl, standing motionlessly where you'd halted her and letting the owner scrutinize her whole without any objections, like a good horse she definitely was. She seemed calm and relaxed under the owner's touch, but in her eyes, fixed on you all the time, you saw she was just waiting for a sign to leave this place.

In other words: she was behaving as usual. That was a good sign.

"Seems like the bullet just grazed her, it's nothing serious." The owner informed, snapping you out of your musing. "She'll be fine."

"Are you sure?" You approached him swiftly, still uncertain. "And is it the only wound? Those... people who tried to rob us, they were fierce. We got under a spray of bullets in seconds, it's a miracle we got out of there alive."

"Her wound may look serious, but I assure you, miss, that it's nothing dangerous. There's no bullet inside, that's for sure. And I didn't see any other injuries, but I'll check again to be certain. I'll clean this one so it doesn't get infected, but she needs to rest now, at least for a day or two, and she'll be fully recovered soon. Would you like to leave her here for a while?"

You were going to agree, but your answer was cut off by sudden coughing, coming from the street. Your heart lurched with fear as it was growing louder and harsher with every second. You excused yourself from the conversation and rushed out of the building, where you knew your companion had promised to wait for you, after paying a visit to the gunsmith.

You found him doubled over by the stable wall, with one of his hands resting on it for support. The other one was clutching his chest, as if trying to ease the pain the coughing was visibly causing. His fit was violent, but fortunately ended pretty quick, and the man could breathe again. He hawked up what was irritating his throat and spit it out on the muddy sidewalk. Not wanting to look at it, he raised his head and then noticed you, watching him with a worried expression on your face. He immediately wiped his mouth with the back his hand and straightened up, trying to look as if nothing had happened. But you noticed the stain of blood his mouth left on his sleeve.

"Arthur?" You didn't even try to hide your concern. "Are you alright?"

"Yeah. That's nothing." He waved his hand dismissively, covering his spit with his foot. "It's this air. Heavy with smoke from all these factories. It's hard to see anything here, let alone breathe with that shit."

You knew it wasn't the air. It was tuberculosis. It's been weeks since he got the diagnosis. During that time his health was deteriorating rapidly, due to terrible accommodation conditions, severe malnutrition, as money at camp was tight and food scarce, and constant stress and pressure some of the gang members put him under. Mostly Dutch, who was exploiting him as if he hadn't noticed the state his "best man" was in. Granted, Arthur did his best to hide the fact that many actions he used to take almost effortlessly before, now became difficult and exhausted him more with every day; but certain symptoms he'd developed were hard to miss. He couldn't deny he got weaker and visibly thinner. He blamed it on the shortage of food, but the truth was he had problems with ingesting even small meals. He had also trouble sleeping, as his coughing often jolted him out of his slumber, and when it did, his recurring night fever shot chills through his body, keeping him awake. Arthur of course tended to marginalize his condition, assured everyone who asked about his health that he was fine and his debility was just a temporary inconvenience. But you knew the truth, you saw it in his tired eyes and despondent face. Every day you watched him wither, succumb to the disease, and it filled your heart with trepidation.

"Yeah, I can feel it too." You played along, trying to lift his spirits. That illness was not only destroying him physically, but also mentally. "It burns my lungs and prickles my eyes. What an awful district to live in."

"The whole city is awful. When we're leaving?"

"Not so soon, I'm afraid. My horse needs to stay here for a while."

"How's she?"

"She'll be fine, but she needs to rest."

"You'll ride with me, then."

"We won't get to Beaver Hollow before night and I'd rather not risk getting into another shooting today." You raised your eyes to the sky. There was probably less than an hour left before the sunset, and riding through the Roanoke Ridge forest in the dark, especially when Murfrees were on the rampage, was a death wish. Which was very convenient for you - your current camp was a depressing place, where people only yelled and accused each other of being disloyal, and you took literally every opportunity to excuse yourself out of it. "Besides, you know I couldn't sleep, being so far away from my girl. It'll be better to stay around tonight."

"So we're setting camp outside the city."

"Where, in the bayou? Gators will eat us in our sleep. Or mosquitoes, those nasty little suckers. I'd rather stay here, in Saint Denis."

"I don't think it's a good idea."

"It is. The air is usually better where the saloon is, and a warm meal and some good sleep in a comfortable bed wouldn't harm you." You hopelessly believed that this could somehow improve his condition. Even a little. Because what else could you do for him? "Come on, Arthur. It's just one night, maybe two, in comfort and silence, away from all that bickering at camp. I'll pay for it. And for a bath." You eyed him up and down. "You definitely need one. With a bath lady, if you insist."

Arthur let out an exasperated sigh. He would rather sleep surrounded with gators and mosquitoes than in this damned city, but he knew better than to argue with you, you could be pretty adamant when it came to the matters involving his well-being. Besides, a warm bath didn't sound that bad. Nor did a bed that wasn't an old sleeping bag on the muddy ground. Especially if you would sleep beside him.

"Bath lady won't be necessary."

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You sat on a creaky, but fairly comfortable bed, looking at a clock standing in the corner of your rented room. It's been a while since Arthur had left to take a bath, you realized. Well, he probably needed to do more scrubbing than you could have expected. At least his absence gave you a couple minutes to just sit and enjoy your moment of respite. You could get used to living like this: having a little house, or at least a room somewhere, a quiet and warm place of your own, where no problems of this world mattered. There would be no gangs, no robberies, no obligations to Dutch or anyone else, no bounties on your heads. Just you and Arthur, living your live peacefully together.

Oh hell, the bounty! You should have checked and made sure there was no prize on Arthur's head anymore - for that bank heist the gang had pulled a couple of weeks ago - before you decided to stay here. But you didn't see any posters with his face, or even anything resembling it, on the way to the saloon, and if you remembered correctly, Arthur had visited the city several times after returning from Guarma, without getting arrested. So you could probably assume that Saint Denis had forgotten about his sins. They always did. Still, you'd rather keep a low profile, just for sure.

You flopped down on your back and sprawled comfortably on the mattress, closing your eyes. Your life would have surely been much easier and filled with fewer problems if you hadn't been an outlaw. Not that you really regretted your life choices, you would have been much worse if it wasn't for Dutch and his gang. You should consider yourself lucky; they found you in your darkest hour, took you in, and cared for you when no one else did. They taught you how to survive in this harsh world, they showed you their ways, and let you become one of them. They became your family.

A family that was being torn apart for weeks. Not many things in your life hurt you more than seeing them all like this, at each others' throats and questioning their bonds. Sometimes you felt like everything around you was falling apart. But despite the pain it caused, you had to stay strong, for your own wits and for Arthur, who needed you sane more than anything else now.

"Sleeping already?" Came unexpectedly from the door. You opened your eyes and propped yourself up on your elbows, watching your companion enter the room.

"Almost. What took you so long? I've been starting to worry that you changed your mind and went camping in the bayou."

"Can't say it ain't tempting, but no. I went downstairs, tried to eat something. But" He shook his head with resignation. "you know."

"Yeah, I do. You planning to go back there, or head to bed? Because if the former, I need to remind you that we should lay low, even more than usual. No excessive drinking, no crazy business."

"Going to bed sounds easier."

"Your kingdom awaits, then." You sat up and patted the sheets beside you. "Clothes off. This ain't your cot, you ain't going to bed in these dirty rags."

"Rags, ouch." He feigned a pained expression, but obediently took off his shoes and unbuckled his belt. "These are the finest clothes in this city."

"I see remnants of mud on your knees. And something that looks like dried blood on your shoulder."

And that blood on your sleeve.

"Your clothes may be the prettiest in the state or look like taken off a destitute, you know I don't really mind. But they're still dirty. Off with them, now."

"Fine, fine."

Not giving a damn about decency and averting your gaze, you were watching as Arthur took his vest off and shucked off his suspenders, then slid his pants down his legs and slowly unbuttoned his shirt. You saw that contented smile that tugged at his lips when he noticed how engrossed you were by his little show and you nodded appreciatively, letting him know that you really liked what you had before your eyes. Even though it wasn't the same sight as a couple of weeks ago. Sure, his muscles were still well-defined and his shoulders to hips ratio absolutely breathtaking, as you tended to describe it, but he was noticeably thinner. His union suit wasn't as tight on his body as it used to be. It hung loosely around his certain parts, indicating that the man was still losing weight, even despite your persistent attempts to keep it on a more or less constant level.

"Hey, what are you doing?" He asked surprised when you got up off the bed, at the exact same moment he sat beside you, and picked up the trousers he left on the floor, along with the rest of his clothing.

"Taking care of your rags, so they won't look like literal rags tomorrow?" You folded them neatly and put on the sofa standing by the window. You did the same with his vest, and his shirt you slung over its back. You really tried not to look at that smear of blood on its sleeve, but your eyes darted to it before you could stop yourself.

"I could do this, you know?"

"But you didn't. And if I wasn't here, you'd rather leave them scattered around the room and slip them on as you found them tomorrow. Don't say that's not true, I know you too well, Arthur Morgan. I really do."

You were always around him, since the day Dutch let you in. Something drew you to this violent, but always effective and getting his job done man, he quickly became your role model and you looked up to him in literally every aspect of your new outlaw life. You wanted to be strong like him, intimidating like him, and as good or even better at shooting than him. You were watching him at every occasion, trying to learn and mimic his moves, expressions, his ways with the gun. Arthur wasn't particularly happy that you tagged along with him wherever he went, but you were never intrusive or really bothering him, so he accepted that fact and eventually got used to your presence. Sometimes he even taught you a thing or two, just to make sure you could handle yourself well.

You didn't even realize when it turned into something more. You stopped watching and only looked at him, enthralled by his handsome features. You gave up trying to become like him and just enjoyed the time you could have spent together. You really wanted to know him better but it wasn't that easy, Arthur had built so many walls around himself that going through them seemed nearly impossible. But you were patient. You made him feel comfortable around you; you listened to what he had to say and talked when he wanted to talk. You were always the first to cheer him up when he had a bad day, you took care of him and showed affection when he needed it. You became his real friend, with who he was comfortable enough to discuss literally every matter of his life, or just sit in complete silence for hours. He didn't even realize when he fell for you, but when he did, he didn't fight it, didn't try to push you away, didn't let the fear caused by his previous experience ruin it all. He trusted you and knew that you wouldn't leave his side, no matter what.

You two were officially a couple for quite a long time now, and riding together for even longer. You robbed people together, plundered houses together, stole horses sometimes, and even started some bar fights. Well, usually you did, but Arthur always ended them. You were through a lot, shit like Blackwater included, and you knew you could always rely on each other. The bond between you two grew stronger than anyone could have ever imagined and you considered yourself the luckiest person on Earth for having Arthur in your life.

"I'll try to deal with these stains tomorrow's morning." You promised, a bit tiredly, sitting beside him.

"You don't have to. I can live being a bit dirty."

"Oh, I know. But I'll do it anyway, try to make you look like a decent man. As always, and despite your strenuous attempts to remain a dirty cowpoke. Hmm, maybe fighting with you over that matter became my hobby at some point of my life?"

"You have a very weird hobby then, miss."

"I'm of a very peculiar kind."

Arthur chuckled, lightly, so it didn't provoke any coughing.

"Yes, you are. But you know what? You could be strangest woman in this country and I would still pick you over anyone else." He declared, wrapping his arm around your waist and pulling you closer.

A warm smile tugged at your lips when Arthur kissed the side of your neck. He took your chin in his hand and turned your face towards his, made you look him in the eyes. Then, he gave you more soft kisses, first on your forehead, next cheeks, nose, and the last one where you wanted it the most. It always surprised you how gentle that usually tough and violent man could be with you, how passionate this allegedly heartless outlaw became when his lips were on yours. You purred excitedly when his hand left your face and slid down your body, to your thigh, where it rested suggestively close to your crotch.

"I've got the impression you may want something." You remarked, breaking the kiss.

"Really? What gave me away?"

"It was a wild guess."

Maybe his hand, now caressing your heat through the layers of your bottom, was some kind of a hint. Or maybe it was Arthur's lips, working their way down your neck, tenderly kissing and sucking every bit of skin they reached. Yeah, you could definitely tell that he was in the mood.

"...And that's the moment you tell me to back off, ain't it?" He noticed pretty quickly that despite the fact you let him do anything he wanted with your body, you clearly weren't into it yourself. You didn't even touch him once.

"Sorry, Arthur. It's been a hell of a day. I'm exhausted. That would be a real shame if I fell asleep while you was fucking me."

"Something's wrong, am I right, [Y/N]?"

Making love with Arthur was absolutely wonderful. You loved the way he pampered your body, and how adored and wanted you felt under his lustful gaze and tender touch. You loved how he reacted to your displays of affection, how he wasn't scared to open up and show his vulnerable side, and that he let you worship his body. You knew Arthur had his demons, the ones that completely distorted his own body image and undermined his self-esteem. But he learned to believe your words of adoration more than the whispers in the back of his head. He trusted your love more than his intrusive thoughts.

His illness changed a lot in your relationship. Not the way you felt about him, obviously, but how you perceived certain things. You became more observant, more aware of the consequences your actions may have had, and some of them took a serious toll on your man's condition, you found out. Now you had to be a responsible woman and put Arthur's well-being first, take proper care of him before you could take care of his carnal desires. You couldn't recklessly make love every day anymore, as his deteriorating health was putting more and more limitations on his body. It couldn't always keep up with what his mind craved, so you had to be more cautious now.

"I'm sorry Arthur. I'm not in mood."

"It's okay. I understand." He took you in his arms and gently kissed the top of your head.

"I'm just... worried." You tried to explain yourself. "That coughing fit at the stable, I can't push it out of my mind, I don't know why. I know you had them worse before, but this one scared me so much."

"Shhh, I know this whole situation is hard for you, but try not to think about that. I'm feeling okay now. Even more than okay, having you here." He pulled you tighter against his chest.

You calmed down a little, listening to his still strong and steady, but a bit faster than usual heartbeat. You didn't like it when he saw you like that, concerned and unsure. But honestly, you'd rather be sincere with your man than hide your fears away and lie to make him believe that everything was alright. He wasn't that stupid.

"Can we just go to sleep now?" You asked pleadingly. "I'm really tired."

Arthur didn't oppose. After you undressed and put your clothes beside his, he took you back in his arms and lay down on the bed with you on top of him, locked in his loving embrace. You snuggled up to his chest, tucked your head under his chin, and drifted off almost immediately, lulled to sleep by soft music coming from the saloon downstairs.

#red dead redemption 2 #rdr2 #arthur morgan #arthur morgan x reader #rdr2 fanfiction #fanfiction #duck pecks her keyboard #I GAVE UP ON THIS FIC :D

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tobethestrongest · 6 years ago

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LOOKING FOR RP:

NAME: Scarlet Feather

AGE: 27

RACE: Hellsguard Roegadyn

GENDER: Female

SERVER: Balmung

PHYSICAL APPEARANCE ––––

HAIR: Pale lavender to white, pushed back away from the face and cut roughly at the shoulders. Fluffy.

EYES: Lavender, bright, sharp.

HEIGHT: 7′5″

BUILD: Muscular, built like a brick wall. Her legs seem slightly too long for her body, and are toned from lots and lots of leaps and jumps.

DISTINGUISHING MARKS: Her body is a network of scars, from battle wounds and lightning burns to a pair of odd punctures on her collarbone. On her face, her left eye is scarred vertically and by a rough semi-circle on the outer edge. She also has another slash on her left cheek, and lingering black marks in her veins from her chest to her neck.

Additionally, she's never seen without her red facepaint adorned, under her eyes and across the bridge of her nose.

COMMON ACCESSORIES: Often has her left eye covered with either black wrappings or an eyepatch, left arm is usually kept covered. Otherwise, her single earring is the closest she gets.

PERSONAL –––-

PROFESSION: Free Agent of the Alliance, Maelstrom authority. Also a mercenary or fighting instructor for hire.

HOBBIES: Exploration, hiking, whittling, reading, singing.

LANGUAGES: Common, Hellsguard, Hingan (Not fluent), Xaelic (Not fluent).

RESIDENCE: N/A. She can be found in various locales about Eorzea, and sometimes in realms further afield. She does however own a sparring chamber in Gridania.

FEARS: Being forgotten, doing the wrong thing, being swept away, letting others down.

RELATIONSHIPS –––-

SPOUSE: N/A

FAMILY: Four Siblings and her Parents. Estranged.

PETS: None strictly speaking. When travelling she can be seen with her old Maelstrom Chocobo, Harlech, and sometimes an odd hawk will follow her about.

TRAITS –––-

extroverted / introverted / in between

disorganized / organized / in between

close minded / open-minded / in between

calm / anxious / in between

disagreeable / agreeable / in between

cautious / reckless / in between

patient / impatient / in between

outspoken / reserved / in between

leader / follower / in between

empathetic / apathetic / in between

optimistic / pessimistic / in between

traditional / modern / in between

hard-working / lazy / in between

cultured / un-cultured / in between

loyal / disloyal / in between

faithful / unfaithful / in between

VICE –––-

SMOKING HABIT: never / sometimes / frequently / to excess.

DRUGS: never* / sometimes / frequently/ to excess.

ALCOHOL: never / sometimes / frequently / to excess

*Scarlet is actually allergic to many common medicines and drugs used about the land. Thus, she doesn't partake.

POSSIBLE HOOKS –––-

Alliance Free Agent: Scarlet does a lot of work for the Alliance, be it training militia groups in Ala Mhigo, accopmanying trade routes through known Garlean hotspots, or joining the fray directly in tactical pushes. Because of this she comes into contact with many people, and has something of a reputation for being a firm and dependable military type. You could have another character with Alliance, or Maelstrom, connections that would lead into a run in, or even have been on the other side of one of her many missions and have a less than stellar opinion.

Hero-for-Hire: Be it from naivety, headstrong will, or an actual true understanding, Scarlet is the kind of person who will often rush into a situation if it means doing the right thing. She's done work on the cheap for settlements in need, helped liberate slaves from internment camps, and jumped in to help organise movements against rallying evils. You know, stereotypical hero stuff. From this she's gained a reputation for such actions, and has also made various enemies from the same.

Wanted, Alive: Due to her involvement with a few classified operations during her time as a full Maelstrom officer, alongside her continued work with the Alliance and some...freelance gigs, Scarlet Feather is a known threat to the Garlean Empire, as well as to various other ne'er do well groups operating about. There is a bounty on her head for capture and delivery to these parties, one that may seem lucrative to many.

Unsettled Aether: Those more sensitive to the ebb and flow of aether may notice that there is something off about Scarlet Feather. A covered eye and arm seem to be the source of this, and for her non-magicked background she seems to be overflowing with an excess. This could be a point of concern for some, or something exploitable for others.

WHAT I’M LOOKING FOR ––––

Contacts

Linkshell Connections

Rivals/Allies

Anyone who can teach aetheric control to my girl

Any sort who’d be interested with interacting, essentially

OOCLY, I AM ––––

UK based, though i'm up very late so i'm fairly flexible on time

Relaxed and happy to wait on replies, etc.

Up for all sorts of plots and plans and schemes. Hit me up so we can chat about it some.

Readily available - If i'm not in-game i'm nearly always reachable via Discord.

YOU CAN CONTACT ME VIA ––

Tumblr - Either by asks or by messaging

Discord - Please ask me for it via the above if that's alright

Ingame - See me about? Feel free to say hi, and we can chat some!

#balmung #balmung rp #ffxiv rp #lf rp #Roegadyn #Hellsguard #Scarlet Feather #((As of posting I am about to get ready for work but I will still be able to check my phone so hit me up!))#((Let's see if this works))

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drrutherford · 3 years ago

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yvonne-rutherford:

Yvonne leaned forward as much as her belly would let her and took the first deep breath in months. Despite her resolve to keep her mask in place, tears started welling up in her eyes and she kept her gaze focused down on her hands and away from Gideon. “I’m trying to prove to everyone that I can do this, that I’m not stupid or disloyal or a liability. But it is so hard to believe it.”

Sniffling, she sat back up. One hand came up to wipe at her eyes while her gaze settled back on her brother, though she still avoided making eye contact. “I know that Damon wouldn’t have bought this house if he didn’t see Maddie as a Rutherford and that you wouldn’t be here if you didn’t care, but when every compliment comes with a backhand and nine months later I’m still being watched like a hawk for any toe out of line, it gets hard to believe. It’s always "this is the best idea you’ve had in months” instead of “that’s a good idea”. Or “maybe we underestimated you, but only a little” instead of “good job, Yvonne. You’re going to make a good mother.” She ran a hand through her hair and leaned back in the chair. “Shit, sorry. That was unfair and you didn’t come here to listen to me bitch about this.”

He’s on the sofa less than a minute before he’s up again, mobilized by the sight of his little sister’s tears. There are few Trojan arrows that can strike him in the heel as effectively as a sobbing sibling, so Gideon walks behind Yvonne’s rocking chair and drops his palms to her shoulders; squeezing them with gentle, comforting pressure.

He doesn’t respond immediately but lets her speak her piece. Inwardly he kicks himself for being too quick to assume that they were over this particular stumbling block. Finally, when the girl’s switched to unhappy contrition, Gideon leans down to kiss the crown of her head before moving back to the sofa. “You needn’t apologize for sharing your feelings with me. I didn’t just come over to check out the baby’s room, Yvi, I came over for you... Whatever that means. Even if that means a little bit of well-deserved bitching.” His mouth tips up for a moment, just short of a wry smile.

But the eldest brother chooses his next words with care.

“It was insensitive to make a joke like that, and I’m sorry for it. And you have done well — a great job, not just a good one.” His gaze is solemn, and he sits forward on the sofa to give her his full attention. “I’m thrilled to meet your little girl, even Fe’s curious to have a cousin — But is this how I wanted it to happen for you?... I’d be lying if I said yes, Yvi.” Single parenthood was no joke, especially at her age. All the more so in the spotlight, which Yvonne had no choice in avoiding, given their family name. “I know it’s not up to me, not up to any of us, but can you really fault us for worrying over the last year? Maybe you proved us all wrong, maybe you’ll go on doing just that... But if we didn’t worry, it’d mean we didn’t care. Yes, maybe we could’ve expressed it differently at times, but would you really have preferred indifference?”

A beat. “If you had a little sibling who’d made the same choices, can you honestly tell me that it wouldn’t worry you?... That you’d pat them on the back with a ‘well-done’ even if they’d gotten themselves into life-changing circumstances that may well have turned out to be dangerous?” Theo’s ties made him an inarguable threat, regardless of whatever romantic conviction had compelled Yvonne to sleep with him in the first place. No one was going to congratulate her for taking that risk. Although Gideon’s heart bled for her, he wasn’t going to bullshit her about that either.

#G x Yvonne #011421 #this got long but he wasn't expecting tears SO #ConcernedBigBrotherMode activated

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kyloren-sithlord · 8 years ago

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RULES !! Post a song that reminds you of your muse and then tag 6 people whose songs you want to see!

tagged by: @stxrkillcr

I Found - Amber Run

I love the deep dark feeling that comes with this song. I’ve actually written a fic based on it before. It sort of seems to show his problems, his inevitable fall to the dark side, or his fall from power. I see it as sort of a relationship between Kylo and the force, because the Force is a dangerous and terrifying beast, no matter how much the Jedi like to say it can be controlled. And those that delve too deeply into it tend to lose their minds. I also have applied it to Kylo’s relationships, mainly the toxicity that is kylux.

And I'll use you as a warning sign That if you talk enough sense then you'll lose your mind And I'll use you as a focal point So I don't lose sight of what I want And I've moved further than I thought I could But I missed you more than I thought I would And I'll use you as a warning sign That if you talk enough sense then you'll lose your mind And I found love where it wasn't supposed to be Right in front of me Talk some sense to me [2x] And I'll use you as a makeshift gauge Of how much to give and how much to take Oh I'll use you as a warning sign That if you talk enough sense then you'll lose your mind Oh and I found love where it wasn't supposed to be Right in front of me Talk some sense to me And I found love where it wasn't supposed to be Right in front of me Talk some sense to me [3x]

WHAT ARE YOUR MUSE’S AESTHETICS?

[ COLORS ] red. brown. orange. yellow. green. blue. purple. pink. black. white. teal. silver. gold. grey. lilac. metallic. matte. royal blue. strawberry red. charcoal grey. forest green. apple red. navy blue. crimson. cream. mint green. grey green.

[ ELEMENTS ] fire. ice. water. air. earth. rain. snow. wind. moon. stars. sun. heat. cold. steam. frost. lightning. sunlight. moonlight. dawn. dusk. twilight. midnight. sunrise. sunset. dewdrops.

[ BODY ] claws. long fingers. fangs. teeth. wings. tails. lips. bare feet. freckles. bruises. canine. scars (mental; physical). scratches. wounds. burns. spikes. feathers. webs. eyes.hands. sweat. tears. feline. chubby. curvy. short. tall. normal height. muscular. piercing.tattoos.

[ WEAPONS ] fists. sword. dagger. spear. arrow. hammer. shield. whips. poison. guns. axes. throwing axes. whips. knives. throwing knives. pistol. pepper sprays. tasers. machine guns. slingshots. katanas. maces. staffs. wands. powers. magical items. magic. rocks. mud balls. words. bat.

[ MATERIALS ] gold. silver. platinum. brass. copper. lead. diamonds. pearls. rubies. sapphires. emeralds. amethyst. metal. iron. rust. steel. glass. wood. porcelain. paper. wool. fur. lace. leather. silk. velvet. denim. linen. cotton. charcoal. clay. stone. asphalt. brick.marble. dust. glitter. blood. dirt. mud. smoke. ash. shadow. carbonate. rubber. synthetics.

[ NATURE ] grass. leaves. trees. bark. roses. daisies. tulips. lavender. petals. thorns. seeds. hay. sand. rocks. roots. flowers. river. meadow. lake. forest. desert. tundra .savanna. rainforest. caves. underwater. coral reef. beach. waves. space. clouds. mountains.

[ ANIMALS ] lions. wolves. eagles. owls. falcons. hawks. swans. snakes. turtles. ducks. bugs. spiders. birds. whales. dolphins. fish. sharks. horses. cats. dogs. bunnies. praying mantises. crows. mice. lizards. unicorns. pegasus. dragons. rats.

[ FOODS/DRINKS ] sugar. salt. candy. bubblegum. bread. wine. champagne. hard liquor. beer. coffee. tea. spices. herbs. apple. orange. lemon. cherry. strawberry. watermelon. vegetables. fruits. meat. fish. pies. condensed milk. desserts. chocolate. cream. caramel. berries. nuts. cinnamon. burgers. burritos. pizza. rice. ambrosia. soup. stew. whiskey.

[ HOBBIES ] music. art. watercolors. gardening. smithing. sculpting. painting. sketching.fighting. writing. composing. meditation. cooking. sewing. training. dancing. acting. singing. martial arts. self-defense. electronics. technology. cameras. video cameras. video games.computer. phone. movies. theater. libraries. books. magazines. cds. records. cassettes.piano. violin. guitar. electronic guitar. bass guitar. harmonica. harp. woodwinds. brass. bells. percussion. playing cards. poker chips. chess. dice. mahjong. motorcycle riding. eating. climbing. running.

[ STYLE ] lingerie. armor. cape. dress. tunic. vest. shirt. boots. heels. leggings. trousers. jeans. skirt. jewelry. earrings. necklace. bracelet.rings. pendant. hat. ballcap. crown. circlet. helmet. scarf. brocade. cloaks. corsets. doublet. chest plate. robes. bracers. belt. sash. coat. jacket. hood. gloves. socks. masks. cowls. braces. watches. glasses. sunglasses. visor. eye contacts. makeup.

[ MISC ] balloons. bubbles. cityscape. light. dark. candles. war. peace. money. power. clocks. photos. mirrors. pets. diary. fairy lights. madness. sanity. grief. happiness. optimism.realism. pessimism. legacy. loneliness. family. friends. assistants. co-workers. enemies.loyalty. smoking. drugs. kindness. love. hugs.

you can tell a lot about a person by the music they listen to. put your mp3 player, itunes,spotify, etc. on shuffle & list the first 10 songs & then tag 10 people, no skipping !

REPOST & DON’T REBLOG !

1. Simple Machine ~ Guster 2. Vagabond ~ MisterWives 3. Gives You Hell ~ The All-American Rejects 4. A Cup of Coffee ~ Julian Moon 5. Wings ~ Birdy 6. A Little Party Never Killed Nobody ~ Fergie 7. That’s All ~ Genesis 8. My Girl ~ The Temptations 9. Devil’s Dance Floor ~ Flogging Molly 10. Gun ~ Mas Ysa

CHARACTER STRENGTHS.

RULES: bold the characteristics that apply to your muse ! Tag your friends !

CHARACTER FLAWS. RULES: bold the characteristics that apply to your muse ! Tag your friends !

Repost! Don’t Reblog! Last Movie I Watched: – Top Secret! Last Song I Listened To:Blood in the cut ~ K.Flay Last book I read: – Eragon ~ Christopher Palolini Last Thing I Ate: Chicken Salad croissant. If You Could Be Anywhere Right Now: In the mountains of New Zealand on a sheep farm Fictional Character You Would Hang Out With For A Day: Aslan from the Chronicals of Narnia. I feel like he would fix all of my problems.

Pick any of them and tag me! I love reading about your muses. tagging: @huxyou, @imncone, @derbefehl, @serratedlight, @starslayer, @firstorderelite, @gxneraliisms, @askarmitagehux, @rogueofren, anyone else who wants to do it!

#{ omg this is sooo much stuff }#{ took me like 30 minutes }

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halfbreed-hawkins-blog · 8 years ago

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It was simple, Althea Hawkins was a terrifying woman to behold, all five feet three inches of her, with her graying braids and feirce eyes, the eyes of a woman who had seen the First Wizarding War, the eyes of a Slytherin, one of the last of her generation to be able to attend Hogwarts without stigma, without laws restricting them, one of the last. She was a proud woman, who held herself as if she was ten feet high, and had a tongue sharper than the talons of her hawks. She was everything that Atalanta wnated to become, and everything Helle was terrified of, she was an Elder, a werewolf, a warrior, a woman without fear of anything. She lived through wars and deaths of her children, grandchildren and great-grandchildren and came out on top. The images of her, from so long ago, beautiful and willful, a type of power that exhuded from within, more Lady than Wolf, though one couldn't discount her eyes. The same color of Hectors, of Edgar's, of Atalanta's, of Penny's-- bright blue, as expansive as the sky above or reflecting shades of blue steel. This was the woman Penny was named for, this was the woman that she was expected to be like, the honor of carrying her name within her, squeezed between herself and her Clan, the tie. So Penny did as she always did when she saw her great-grandmother, her Clan Leader, an Elder, she curled under her shoulder and asked about the stars, and Althea would laugh and point, from under the white furs she wore around her shouldres, with the braided back greys and the clinking of beads, and she would trace them out with her hand, the legends that dripped from her tongue like liquid silver. Penny tucked herself close, the burning, strong heartbeat under the quarvreing chest. This woman deserved rest, she deserved to settle under the Light of the Moon and enjoy the years before the Dawn, the last vestiges of the Night she'd been born into and die into the bright rays. Atalanta, Penny decided, needed to work harder, she needed to get this woman to become that again. She felt a tear streak down her cheek, and she felt Althea swipe it away, soft light in her eyes, the gaze settling on the blonde like a feather, light and comforting, a flickering peace that came with the papery skin.

"You are never allowed to leave me here." Penny managed to get from her throat, choking back the emotion of being home, of her great-grandmother who looked after her and Lawrence when the Village came to be too much, when the abuse and the hurt broke her into tears. When she'd creep into the den, and tucked herself among Althea's furs and sob into them under she found her, and carried her to the porch and they'd watch the setting sun. Where Penny begged to become a werewolf, so she could forever stay here, under the wing of the Great Hawk, the chick never wanted to the leave the nest and fall unto the foxes that prowled for her. Penny sobbed and sobbed, wishing to be a wolf, and join the chorus of song into the night, to celebrate on the earth and not among the sky, to become part of the ever-turning wheel.

"Penny Althea Hawkins, you are named after me, you bear the name of your Clan. But your name, your true name is Penny, you are a singular human, you can stand alone, you bear no legend on your name, there is no legacy, you are not named for a star, or a hero. You are yourself, you will become that in time, in generations after me and you there will be other Penny Hawkins, there will be others named for you. Named after a great hero, a great member of our clan, a great wolf. You have no legacy, you are the next great legacy Penny." her hands ran through her hair, "You bear so much," her voice was filled with sorrow, and her fingers ran over long forgotten scars on her hands and arms, the burns of explosive magic, accidental magic from frightenend children, the abuse of stones and fists, the scars that lines her heart from words that broke more than her bones but her very soul, "you are a girl built from pride, loyalty and stardust. Every time you come home I see so little of that girl, I see how it wears you down, I see how your bones have become brittle, I see how you've let them draw your blood and let it bleed and bleed and bleed. I've seen how you've let them take from you. I see how your pride breaks, and how there is so little stardust left in your eyes. But I see that you've never wavered Penny, from our people, from your blood, I've seen you be strong. That will be your legacy Penny Hawkins, your loyalty."

"Granmama... I... Daniel and I were speaking." she whispered.

"I already know. It's... alright, I understand, I've known since the beggining when you began to read those articles that our plan would never come completly to pass. I've known, and it's alright."

"I don't mean to disrespect you, or be disloyal--"

"The last thing any one of our people would believe of you my child is that you are disloyal to us, you have an understand and love for our Clan that few possess. Anyone who believes you bear the name of traitor is simply branding themselves." she spoke sharply at she and Penny felt herself relax once more, this reassurance, from her, it settled her at her very bones. Though her mind, it worked so quickly, it knew that maybe Helle was right, and that her great-grandmother's belief wasn't as absolute as she made it out to be. Penny was at war with herself, everyday, a tug-of-war with each faction of her mind, the way it tore her to peices everyday and she had to put herself back together and then fall to peices the very next day, a puzzle that was smashed, unglued shards of clay and glass-- never melding, never quite fitting.

"Grandmama, I think, that one day..." she stopped herself, "I think one day I think that I'll have to make a choice, do you think that I will know where to side myself with." she whisper, "Do you think, that one day I could make it all... stop--" she hoped it would one day, that she wouldn't have to cast two glances over each shoulder, to wall herself away from the abuse, to be able to relax, to live as fully as her classmates, to lose herself just for moments in freedom and not be chained to her very veins. "Do you think that one day, I can just become both?"

She was quiet, so silent, so ancient, wisdom lining each line and scar unseen and unknown to even Penny. "I think one day, when the time comes, that you will lead something and that in that moment it won't matter if it's right or wrong, because you will have proven all that you've needed to, and when that day comes I will no longer be here, because you will not need to ask me. You will know, and you will shine, just like the stars my little pup." Althea leaned down and pressed a kiss to her forehead and she sobbed, flinging herself into Althea's lap. "It's not a question of being both, it's becoming something new. You have nothing to prove to anyone but yourself, and you've already made me so very proud my darling, every single day."

There is silence as Penny breathed in the soft scent of snow, pine and flint as she found her center again, and rose from her her grandmama's lap and looked her in the eyes, "I will make us rise Granmama, I swear this upon my father, I will see us rise."

"You elevate yourself, and you elevate our people, every day."

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tabletopwargaming · 6 years ago

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short story one

Knight hawk’s Daemon slayer

Chapter one

Phila hawk the third chapter master of the Knight Hawks chapter of space marines. A chapter born from the imperial fist on the world hawk maw has watched it since the thirty second millennia. Time and the planet have changed the chapter from its founding beyond simple tradition but not its purpose. Wind blows into his grand chamber from opened stained glass. Air cold and clouds within reach from it Phila took no notice. Grand desk the size of two full grown men sat before his post human bulk a book in hand of great interest.

The planets inhabitants the knightly houses of the hawk named for the great wing beasts that patrolled the sky in ancient times. Each house was beyond reproach in fervor for humanities great crusade. Upon the coming of the great heresy and brother turned on brother mistrust took hold and they broke from the imperium taking a single STC most valued by their houses. Forgotten in those hectic days inquisitors soon discovered it and sent imperial fists to this world for its safety. Broken away from the chapter they became the hawk’s rulers of hawk maw by inquisitional order. The houses of the world mistrust if made manifest would have brought war and broken the ties of honor between each house and the new chapter. The chapter master of the day took a chance and challenged the high king for his title. Refused an honor battle was held in its stead chapter against the houses.

Within the month battle broke out. It was a war like any other only with a pretense of nobility to it. Forty foot giant humanoid machines piloted by feudal houses stood little chance against the emperors angels.

Knightly servos groan as vindicator shells blistered past. The holy ion shields equipped to each knight blocked ineffective bolter just as well as lascanon shoot. The few strikes made by the razor back lascanon’s that hit wounded but slowed none of the knights down as the forces clashed in the last battle. Vindicator exploding the chapter master ducted battle cannon shoots streaking overhead. Another vindicator explodes in a wreck behind him. Thunder strike gauntlet hurling a husk of a rhino a chain blade cleaved the ground beside him. Devastator teams firing lascannon’s and krak missiles pierce the knights shield toppling it backwards.

Taller monster than the rest striding towards them it was the creasteus knight of the high king. Its castigator bolt gun chews the devastators to blood paste without pause. The smoke from the wrecked knight giving little cover the command squad gathered round the chapter master with rhino and razor back support charged the towering war machine. Power sword like tempest war blade on its other arm swinging cleaves two of his ten man command squad to ruin as its energies rip another in half. Stomping feet take five more as melta bombs are pressed to its leg. Two more dead in the combat the rhino was cleave apart. Razor back a bullet ridden husk the chapter master duct behind the sundered vehicle as the charges blew. Knight toppled into the forces gathered before it the hatch was ripped form its hinges as a storm bolter pressed against the high king’s head. The war was over and the Knight hawks chapter was truly born.

The high king’s title stripped of him his last request was granted on his noble death. The chapter master took his daughter as a consort to any other man it was a lover to him it was a peace offering for complete stability and loyalty to the chapter. Along with it came the knights of the high king’s house. The consorts use proven as a political advisor and council on human matters brought them to each member of the chapter soon enough. They soon found a second use as recruiting tools of the chapter not by any law or threat but by child rearing. Bringing them into more well respected rolls among the chapter and giving them privilege to command chapter serfs.

Phila having studied this since child hood knew this by heart but it fascinated him to see these changes seep into the chapter over millennia. Could this lead them down darker paths or save them. the thought pushed aside he looked over to his open arming chamber inside sat the relic terminator armor forged that day its chest reinforce with a shrine to the emperor and Dorn. The left arm mounted storm bolter a gift from the inquisition for the subjugation of the houses that day. A plasma pistol mounted on the right with integrated fire controls to the armour. Silver on the right side the deep blue on the left half the chapters colors.

The book down he took up a dispatch from the inquisition its seal along the bottom. Though the inquisition was able to command the chapter it chaffed phila that they kept it from larger actions across the imperium. Today though he thought he might have found a way to loosen their hold a secret he just found. The door to the chamber creaked open as a petite woman Isabella enters an inquisitor behind her. Isabella phila’s third consort over his life time was blessed with beauty of no compare but an augmetic hand he himself caused when she was young. A punishment he knew but also a gift. Phila’s first consort bond mate was given when he became part of the Knight Hawk scouts after the trails around his fifteen standard year. Her name was Helen as an unmodified scout he learned the trade and having children with her at eighteen standard years. Once proven as a scout the modifications began and she died as he became a full space marine. On her death he received a second and his own kids grow the boy joined the scouts, his daughter became a fine consort of her own, losing his second bond mate to diseases Isabella was choosen by the other consorts as punishment for a mistake he made in a spar. Her hand the victim of the accident she was his now. Growing from girl to women he became a captain of the second then first companies. In doing so Isabella was well taught by him and senior consorts in politics of hawk maw and came to be more suited for it than him. She hand relations with a serf and was with child. As chapter tradition hand it that child was now his. Upon his rise to chapter master she had two more and he sees she has a fourth on the way now.

The inquisitor before him the hilt of his sword in hand Body pressed forward to phila a scowl was present on his face. “you know why I have come dear chapter master”.

“yes I requested your presence here and I respectfully request you rest for tonight and think on what I gave you .

“you walk a thin line chapter master even for one of your standing”.

“inquisitor we will discuss this tomorrow but my only wish is to fight for the imperium you can be sure”.

“that will be for me to tell chapter master not you”.

“ if you think me disloyal to request more autonomy you find fault where there is none”.

“No my issue is your ways spreading like an infection to others”.

“inquisitor joseph our ways are unorthodox I admit , we all know it but they are our ways born from generations of noble service to the ordo xenos and the knights we command cannot be over looked, they let the chapter take whole planetary campaigns alone”.

“how does the campaign in subsector loth go by the way, I hear no news from you on it”.

“Well enough two companies with knight support have contained the planets corruption and I wait on a report soon inquisitor, from what is coming in it is not xeno activity “.

“that does sound troubling I will speak to a ‘friend’ if he can help, good night chapter master “.

The inquisitor lead away by Isabella Phila stood closing the arming chamber activating a lift that sends it to his private chambers. The candle lights on the arch of the doorway put out by her the door to the hallway is open where great stained glass window were. Glow orbs in the hall lighting the way he scanned them as he walked behind both inquisitor and Isabella. The one to his left was of dorn surrounded by imperial fist, the right was a black fist symbol of their birth chapter stern as always, above in a circle that would catch the light projecting its image down during the day was the emperor surrounded by marine in the Knight hawks colors and knights towering above ready to slay the emperors foes. Inquisitor’s armed escorts joining him they leave Isabella and Phila alone in hall. Her hand pulling hard as the post human noticed no less they entered the adjacent hall into a lift for the state room below. Door opened they entered a grand room circular in nature a hololith sits at its center chairs around it the room functioned as a council chamber for the chapter master to discuss matters with captains and heads of the librarium and forges on the world. walls with banners of every company and knightly house on the planet statues of chapter heroes stood in relief looking at those to remind them of what their duty was and how it should be honored. Heading north of the hololith the oak doors opened to a grand state room a desk equal to the one in the room above at its center, Grand bed fitting of the space was just behind, terminator arming chamber left of the desk held his sacred armour and weapons of war its lift settled. Post human cot just behind phila went the other way towards a small child’s bed and two cribs. The cribs full of a crying girl and a sleeping boy the boy on the bed slept without complaint.

The girl would make a good consort phila remarked as she had a strong voice. The child in the bed phila IV was already a strong squire as he out did many of the planter defense force. the day of his trials was soon coming and phila III only wished him luck in them. The baby behind him was of Isabella’s stock the high kings many decedents so he would be the same. When his inevitable death came his gene seed would be given to one of these children by the consorts that held it as was the chapter’s way now. He himself could trace his linage back through the consorts to the first high king and chapter master. His role as the child’s angel as the children are taught are to train them in battle and weapons , the consorts taught the history and battle records of each chapters heroes. The record of his victories long Isabella inherited the duty of its record upon her appointment of his consort as did his previous one had.

With the matter of the inquisitor still in the air phila III went to his cot as Isabella the bed. Lonely to night she slept knowing that the babes would need care in the morn. Sun coming to quick Isabella nursed the babes as the boy dressed in the chapter tunic. Phila IV off to morning lessons Phila III would train him later that day. Serfs entering the room he sat in the arming station as they loving place the terminator armor round his body. Each having an augmetic limb from failing the trails of honor and duty they served as the lowest in the chapter. The fate kinder than the few chapters phila III saw as each serf was still a brother in the eyes of their betters only to a lesser degree. The last of the armors piece place on was a cape of blood red a symbol of serving in the first company the knight guard. This group among all the companies in the chapter knew the truth of why the chapter came to this world. Each was sworn to silence as they protected it by that and the strength of their cataphractii terminator armor. If they were not protecting that they were deployed with every group of knights the chapter sent out as was another of their duties. With both tasks in mind the first was chapter’s largest companies excluding the scouts. It number only know by him it was hard to equip them all with the relic armour but the more common terminator armor filled the gaps.

Leaving the chamber and the chapter’s future to Isabella he goes to confront the inquisitor on his terms. Taking the lift from the state room to several levels above he came to a hall holding the relics of the chapters dead. Door on his left leading to the reliquary the right leads to a massive cathedral to the emperor. Leaving the reliquary for later he marched to the cathedral pushing open imperial knight sized doors. At the center a warlord titan sized statue of the emperor took his view over. It stood over the fist of dorn with the chapter’s half knightly helm and hawk symbol emblazoned on it.

Chaplin leading services for the serfs and marines there they part as he walks. The inquisitor seeing him nods and approached. Phila’s hand on his shoulder pointed to a door to the outside. The two leaving the monastery for the outside leave through an air lock to an exterior parapet. The clouds below them the great forest that housed the beasts of hawk maw greater than any marine alone were a sea of green. The fortress monastery large than most hive cities housed thousands of serfs and consorts of the knightly houses.

It commanded a view over the continent itself as it held a void shield able to block all but the strongest of sieges of that same continent. Built after the knightly houses subjugation it functioned as the nerve center of three hundred forts and monasteries all equipped with their own void shield and knights. The captains of each company held the title of baron presiding over many of the forts on the other continents that dot the planet. This network allowed the knightly houses access to materials and the tech marines now in charge of their war machines maintenance. Intern with their consorts and assets within reach of the chapter master the deployment of this planet’s forces are under his supreme control. A space port linked directly to this structure and five other sites like it meant no single loss would leave the planet unprotected. To all but the most determined of men it was a planetary fortress unbreakable in a wall of a thousand orbital batteries spread across each fort.

Phila watching the inquisitor choke on the thin air hands him a breather and oxygen tank. He looked over the northern horizon to see the far fort from here as a small marble stone dot. Inquisitor feeling the chill of the air through this thermal coat now able to breath spoke “do you threaten me with this I know of this planets defenses chapter master my ordo holds records of its construction”.

“Then I hope to provide clarity inquisitor joseph, this chapter has held this world since I was a child protected your secret of building an army of imperial knights and the tempest blades we forge for you, blades I reminded you are extremely costly to produce, and you question my chapters sense of duty and honor when all I want is to serve”!

“you think you don’t serve the imperium or are you so bold to question the way you serve the imperium”.

“no inquisitor I fear this is a danger to the imperium itself , your ordo says it protects but from what, why not share this with the mechanicum surely it could be of more use, what plots do you have planned”.

“That is for me to know only chapter master you are obsessed with honor and duty as all your chapter from those petty knightly traditions you follow , to serve the emperor is honor and duty enough so I will let this slight go and grant your request , ultima needs a few good arms have a force sent there”.

“Thank you inquisitor but it is that very honor and duty that holds this world and chapter together”.

“Chapter master let not pride blind you and keep your influence from infecting other chapters”.

“Infecting! , the consorts connect us to the very humanity we defend as without them what would humanity be, nothing with no humans to protect our mission becomes all but failure as the emperor has tasked us with its protection, he abhors failure and to fail is a dishonor worse than death on the battle field”!

“chapter master you send children into a jungle by the thousands why, to make space marines does that not dishonor you”.

“Inquisitor those that survive those trials are raw steel of the chapter to forge , not wailing children eaten by orks ,or men corrupted by tau, they willing take them to join brothers and sisters in equal service to the chapter”.

“good you still have emperor’s will with you so I will depart for more important duties of my own, the emperor protects”.

The inquisitor gone to the space port below Phila heard another leave the air lock. Storm ravens streak over head nearly knocking over the person he hears. Body swiveling Phila catches them now seeing Isabella holding some paper. Standing on her own he takes the note and reads it surprised. Thrown the plasma pistol on his armour fired burned it with the heat of a sun. shame across his face as he looked at the augmetic hand “ seems my brothers will have a fight on their hands the fourth company will be heading to ultima have the consorts packed to go ,and send one of the houses with them the knights will be of use”.

“and you’re headed to the loth sector to reinforce our brothers”. Isabella says respectfully

“Yes if all the report was true the battle does not go as I wish, you will be the governor well I am gone I trust in your steady hands, please tell russ to ready the first , I will speak to oberen”.

Chapter 2

Mash oberen chief librarian of the Knight hawk’s floats on warp trails in the monastery’s librarium. Floor meters below he studies an ancient book from the thirty fifth millennium. Born to a consort of high esteem she floated above the slab as he was delivered was such the power of his psychic might. Channeled by intense study and struggle he master telekinesis at a young age. Learning biomancy when becoming an angel of the emperor he was proficient in both beyond all but those focused in the fields. Watched as he grew by the very institution he now leads from that day he was well versed in chapter history and battle. Head turned he shot bio- lightning as the door creek opened.

Phila laughing at the display waved oberen to come over. The attack by any other would have provoked an instant reprimand but oberen was a longtime friend and a brother that has seen him safely through battle after battle. As kids he remembered they would spar and every time oberen psychic might was used to turn it to his favor. He would be scolded by consort and librarian for it but phila knew then it would be the strength to turn the battle in his favor as an angel. The truth made manifest when they fought on a thousand battle fields in a thousand worlds. Oberen never would let him forget it even now.

“chapter master you have need of me “? Oberen asked

“Yes, the first company is joining me in the campaign on loth I want you and some of your conclave to join us”. Phila replied

“xenos”?

“I fear worse brother”.

“chaos, what of the knights ”! anger undercuts oberen’s relaxed manor.

“they stand with many of our brothers, but more are lost , reports hint at a daemons presence”.

Phila leaving the librarium heads for the space port and his battle barge knight of the maw. Space port busy with servitors and storm ravens heading to the battle barge beside storm talons and thunder hawks loaded with munitions and vehicles from the chapters motor pool. Russ on the barge leads the knight guard readying the ship for departure. With preparations moving swiftly phila, oberen and russ left hawk maw for the battle on loth.

A hololith displayed the planets of loth from Imperial record to those on the bridge. Centered on a single planet loth -23 its primary continent highlighted. Data slates showed transmitted loses kept current by astropath and servitor. The third was in poor shape with a hand full of marines still standing and a near decimated motor pool the fifth little better had most of the motor pool intact. The current unknowns to great the meeting adjured and the ship readied for war on its arrival.

Piercing the vail between immaterium and reality the battle barge’s augurs pick up the strike cruisers maw of death and fort breaker engaged with chaos warships. Vox opened phila tells the masters of their ships to line the enemy up with the battle barge. The barges forward mounted lances fire off as bombardment cannons blew a hole in the first chaos frigate. Another behind it has its void shields collapse from the blast. With a shutter from broad sides and lance batteries the second frigate becomes a ball of fire in the void. Cruiser behind the frigate charging forward chaos went for a desperate final assault. Knight of the maw picking up speed phila rammed the bombarded cruiser breaking it across its hull. Chunks of armour plating bursting from the frame the chaos cruiser became a smear of debris along the battle barges rear.

The final frigate from the chaos war fleet trying to flee saw the strike cruisers do a hard turn lining their broad sides and bombardment turrets with the ship. Battle barge’s lances just in range phila ordered they open fire. Lances breaking the void shields the broad sides weakened the armour as the bombardment cannon shells hit. The ship a miniature star for the briefest of moments the void was clear and course set for the planet.

Damage to the barge minimal phila got on the vox “all vessels prepare for orbital strike and deployment, fort breaker once you have deployed your remaining forces patrol for more chaos vessels, maw of death resupply from the knight of maw then remain as an escort. The frigates coming with the battle barges are ordered to join the patrols as well.

Knight of maws hangers opening storm ravens and thunder hawks of the first company flew down in tiny a sea of blue against the void. Strom talons follow escorting cargo variants of the thunder hawks with imperial knights in drop pod like armored containers. Drops pods launched next came like rain to the planets dry corrupted sky. Drop pods hitting as the aircraft make land fall tactical squads reinforce battered knight hawk positions in the ruined capital.

The city a blaze with promethium hollowed out hab units line the street. A safe landing zone secured by defenders holds a dozen human survivors. Architecture thousands if not older lay in rubble. Symbol of the emperor a grand cathedral swath in blood and skulls defiled imperial knight’s strike by blowing chaos rhinos to hollow wrecks. One husk thrown by a thunder gauntlet crushed an infantry unit under the husk. Swarms of cultists in a fanatical fury swarm the knights and are swiftly crushed below their tread. Razor backs charge forward beside the knights heavy bolters and lascannons blaring. Bolts cutting down cultists the las hit their defaced transports. Rhinos behind surged forward deploying more stern guard of the first company bolters and chain swords cleaving into a counter charge of chaos marines. With the fires of war raged above as below. Strom talons took out chaos hell drakes and storm raven landed deploying their terminators. Off the ground as they came the storm raven join the furious battle in the sky. Oberen having command of the ground with Russ, Phila had his storm raven loaded with centurion assaulter body guard charge forward behind the enemy lines. Flak and missiles taken out by storm talon escorts he reaches the center of the chaos lines. With little place to land and the thermal and battle cannons of the knights in the distance he leapt from the front of the raven. The raven ‘eater of souls’ clearing the ground with hurricane bolters as phila lands storm bolter cutting down a chaos marine as the plasma pistol makes another join the traitor in a blood head exploding death. Relic blade drawn with his power sword with the strength and weight of terminator armour behind him the blades strike deep. Blood drips from their blade as their pulled out and cleaving two more. Ponderous steps of the centurion assaulters behind him their siege drills shred ceramite and traitor all the same. Chest mounted hurricane bolters gives the wary enemy no time to ponder. Flamers and melta guns joining in the enemy now had two fronts to fight.

The advancing knight’s melting with thermal blasts and explosive battle cannon the traitors broke. The skies above clearing to silver and blue all the Knight hawk’s remaining air craft turn their considerable fire power on the enemy below. A knight crusader the first to reach Phila cuts down men in the open with vengeance Gatling and thermal blast. Phila giving a nod heads towards his lines to organize a base camp and its defenses.

Chaos taint burned from the emerging base camp round the defiled cathedral. Knight scion removed from his war machine walked towards phila as he plans a counter attack with oberen and russ. The cathedral restored to some of its glory the knight scion bowed to him. Phila recognizing his newest knight nods for him to speak. “it’s an honor to meet you chapter king your skills are like the tales say”.

“you’re oberens cousin Joshua quite the display young knight”. Phila complements

“You do me great honor with your praise, if I may inquire will we be deployed to slay theses traitorous scum”.

“Joshua you reach over your station to ask the chapter king” a voice boomed.

Joshua turning to see his baron standing by the holotih between the commanders humbles himself. Phila looking at the baron has him with hold punishment.

“the lad is eager is all baron Morton but child that is for your betters to know for now”. Phila directs towards Morton……… “Baron you will deploy with the eager on oberen’s scout mission ahead of our flanking force, have the paladins hang back for fire support I don’t want them to know we’re there to soon, oberen scout teams have taken out some of the forward relay towers defiled by chaos so the skies should be clear, may the emperor be with you”.

Oberen taking off in the storm raven ‘bladed first’ leads a force of two dozen scouts, twelve razor backs loaded with men, and five rhino loaded as well. A dozen knights lead by Morton follow behind the war machines moving quite. The force goes north to the melted polar cap by land bridge from dried seas. The trek uneventful as they march scouts take out vox relays as marines slit the throats of sleeping cultists. The tattered uniforms of traitor guard’s men on them they held little discipline of the guard the chapter knew.

Phila taking ‘eater of souls’ through the void with a force of a dozen knight’s and half the first company aboard the ‘knight of maw’. Russ was ordered to check a signal south for survivors to join them after the sweep. Augurs and visuals from Eater of Souls cockpit showed a planet consumed by taint and chaos. The battle for this world had been costly and would cost the chapter more of its blood soon. With the recovered gene seed secure in the battle barge’s consort shrine he vowed this world would not fall to exterminatus.

Phila voxs over the fleet channel “burn the heretic, save the loyal, and slay the xeno”.

Oberen voxed back “leave no corpse”!

Those that heard bellowed the chant back and the chapter readied for its next battle.

Chapter 3

The ‘bladed fist’ shifting in the winds of the chaos consumed planet reports filter in from below. Vox towers discovered are disabled quietly by scouts as the main force travels through a dense corrupted forest. The trees burned by no natural flame writhe on whims not their own. Heading into a storm of lighting and acid rain the rhinos and razorbacks below provide shelter from the toxic mix. Storm talon exploding beside ‘bladed fist’ the pilot jinks flax battering the hardened adamantium hull of the ship Oberen maglocks his boots signaling his conclave to do the same. Pilot placed on the vox “where we spotted”? Oberen asked angered at the loss of surprise.

“no librarian”. The pilot replied in a distracted voice

“to all forces we have been spotted, engage the enemy in force the flanking force will be arriving soon”. Oberen yells over the explosions of flax and rattling hull in the vox.

Bladed fist dives joined by the other storm ravens and talons hurricane bolters and plasma turrets reaping a heavy toll on the enemy. Talons autocannons in the mix traitor guard’s men turned cultist’s pulp under the explosive fire power. Razorbacks joining seconds later heavy bolters cut down those not killed by the strafing aircraft. Those armed with lascannons target corrupted rhinos now charging forward. Knight hawk’s rhinos loaded with men behind go through forming gaps in the enemy line and deploy the marines inside. Enemy predator annihilator’s moving forward imperial knights burst from the trees battle cannons reaping each with the fury of the emperor. Ion shields flaring from lascannon shots they charge through brother knights with thermal cannons taking the lead. Their thunder gauntlets sparking the air as tossed wrecks explode on emerging cultists.

Marines with bolters ready flood from the rhinos and razor backs giving the knights cover and taking out small mobs of cultists. Rocket equipped marine’s fire frag missile between the knight’s legs taking squads of cultists in a storm of shrapnel. Anti-air guns opening several dagger shaped aircraft take to the sky. Storm talons shoot down on a strafe crash in burning wrecks.

Bladed fist pulling up from a strafe shutters the hull twisting as it spiraled for the briefest of moments. Front falling away oberen joins his conclaves psychic might and begins to levitate the falling craft. Jarring motions stopped in an instant the tons of twisted metal and equipment becomes still. Flames the only sound in oberen’s head the plane is let go and plummets toward the dirt. Terminator armors taking blow after blow they descend another of the conclave gives them flame form. Becoming the essence of flame deadly blows travel through them harmless. A conclave user of geokinesis pulls the very land around them forming a wall of stone as they touch the ground. The wrecked ‘bladed first’ burning around them the psykers hurl bolts of biokinetic lighting, stone and breaths of flame at incoming cultists. Battle cannon shell blowing away a growing horde of them a knight charges the position in the enemy lines. Traitor marines crumpled shells another knight with thermal cannon cripples and hurls an rhino full of chaos marines as child’s play. The oberen seeing Joshua’s knight in the group of his defenders smiles. Rhino charging forward gives the conclave cover to retreat to a position back from the front. “All forces halt and hold position”. Oberen voxed

The five librarians of the conclave joined in thought and will begin to shake the very earth. Powers magnified to untold levels by the union they sky shutters as the warps power fills the air. Towers of a former imperial base shaking apart their foundations rockcrete cracks. Men abandoning defensive positions the warps power turned against them as fuel lines buried in the earth burst to flames. Ground heaving for kilometers half the make shift chaos base is torn from the very planet and imperial bunker complex hangs like guts of a disemboweled human. Fires raging across the removed earth the chaos forces were in disarray as it hung in the sky. Unified twisting of the conclaves arms floating rock turns on the ground that birthed it bodies tumble down as towers crumble on the remains of the base in the planet. Tanks of promethium bursting in the cataclysmic fall the traitors died like they should in the flames of an enraged emperor.

Small section of the base saved by high walls and strange psychic barrier the enemy did not run standing their ground. To the knight hawk marines there it seemed some twisted sense of honor kept them from running.

Imperial knights arriving by thunder hawks to the rear watched the carnage from above. Ground beneath them seconds later the pod opens and the knight crusader rides out avenger Gatling cleaving the forces from behind well its thermal cannon blasts half functioning tanks away. More hit ground cleaning some of the now retreating enemy forces. Flash of a rust covered object slams the knight’s leg and it falls, leg crippled in an instant. The pilot feeling the blow let loss at where it can from. Door hacked away from above him a rust blade looks down on him a horn beast heard behind it. Pilot blood paste along his controls next the horned figure moved on to the next knight. Wasted ceramite armour under the knight cracked from inside lost in the creatures assault.

Pulses of this terrible presence filling oberen the conclave still of one mind takes flight to reach the rear. The strain of destroying the base still on them oberen pushes his strength beyond any limit he has before. Another borrows a sliver of its might to crack the very earth between the creature and the knights as another fall victim to its blade. Strength wavering the levitation ends and oberen refocused their might to hurl the ground once more at the daemon he now can senses.

Imperial knight watching the very earth rise up watched the daemon fall opening fire with its battle cannon. Daemon charging thermal blasts wash past him the warp his shield. Knight fallen its brother’s rain death only to ineffectual results. The knight’s armour busted the pilot stubbles out daemon behind as red armored warriors fall from a diving thunder hawk. Knight Guard hitting earth chain blades blaze to life. Cataphractii terminator of crimson red charged the daemon without pause. Sergeants master crafted bolter and power sword joining the fray the daemon was stopped in its cloven footsteps. Imperial knights shooting through the gaps the knight guard have trained to make allowing the great fire power to keep the daemon on his heels. The tactic dangerous it was a specialty the Knight Guard trained years in.

First captain Har Russ charges from behind with more knight guard as ancient combi bolter and chain fist release their fury. Daemon laughs at the petty forces before him flicks Russ away and kills most of his men in the blow. Terminator armour cut like common flak vests the men lay crippled in their sundered armour.

Russ smirk’s blood dripping from his lip. This daemon having once pledge the subsector a millennia ago was of Khorn’s wretched lot. Reports of the time said it would survive any wound only having a scar remain. Russ spotting oberen coming over the ridge wanted to test that reports accuracy. Stood up by oberen he joined the conclaves charge their bioknetic lighting sparking off its flesh. Rocks smashing on its unarmored muscular frame it showed no visible affect. Knight guard still engaged Russ joins the last seven of his men cleaving at its flesh. Wave of blood as its axe carves a path towards oberen and conclave. Russ thrown with the conclave five more lay dead armours open like cans.

Strom raven barreling forward hurricane bolters blare bolts onto the scarred hide of the daemon. Ramps down plasma blooms in front of the craft clear the way for assault centurions to stomp the earth. In the lead was phila relic and power sword drawn. Plasma pistol flaring and storm bolter thundering the world focused on the master of the Knight Hawks as he charges forward.

Chapter 4

Daemons laughing with all his contempt for the mortal rages towards him axe cleaving the air. Stray bolter round pulping the right side of his face the contempt vanished replaced by fury. The wound scarred over his one blazing eye took aim axe cleaving down. relic blade sheathed for a master crafted storm bolter rusty axe eats into the terminator armor cutting the wrist. Power sword cleaving the axe back the hand tumbles away. Hoofed foot kicking phila the reinforced terminator armour takes the blow and he tumbles in midair. Rock and rokcrete blasted apart from the impact the terminator armour held the chapter master in one piece itself nicked and frame contorted slightly.

Wounded stump in unnatural pain it smelt of the warp. Phila in a holy fury stood drew the relic blade, power sword now at the daemons feet. Daemon on top of him the blades clang as the two exchanged blows in a flurry. The blade ancient and wielded by an imperial fist from the crusade era the rusty axe could not cleave it. Voices echo in his head as the two clash in the open field. Fury and rage at the corruption eating at him he yells “for holy terra, for the chapter, for the emperor”. The relic blade a glow within the power field the daemon backed off fear of it taking him back.

Ragging at the fear of a mortal the daemons rusty axe thrusts forward tearing the right side of Phila’s face. Eye no more the two wounded the same looked from their one eye blades clashing with Phila hurled back a grinding noise thundered above him. A centurion holding back the bloody axe hurricane bolters and melta guns pummel the daemon. Two other centurions pulling the chapter master away the daemon vanished into the warp its taunting growl a reminder it was not through with them yet. Oberen and the chapter masters command squad surrounding him the apothecary looks over his wounds. Every survivor loaded on landing storm ravens or thunder hawks the battle field was purged by the remaining knights their broken war machines retrieved by tech marines in cargo thunder hawks.

Phila concusses sits oberen and one of his conclave use geo-kinesis on him to heal the wound for the moment. The battle draining on oberen he hides it behind a kind smile of friend ship they shared. Oberen wounded himself leans on the thunder hawks wall.

“Chapter master we are lucky it retreated”.

“Oberen you saw it the daemon feared this blade and it makes me uneasy to see that”.

“ the librarium is not like that on hawk maw but I will look into it, as for its origins the inquisition gifted it to us on our founding, that should be troubling in its self I now feel”.

“oberen look into it if you find anything please tell me , and when we return to hawk maw the inquisitor will answer for he keeps more secret’s than I like”.

Thunder hawk landing on the flight deck engines spool down as servitors arrive to tend the might war bird. Front ramp clanging on the steel of the deck Russ disembarks gene seed enshrined in cases of adamantium carried by servitor to the consort shrine in the monastery of the knight of maw. Phila wounded but alert is escorted to the artificer under guard by centurion assaulter and knight guard terminators. Rescued civilians on the bay cleared of corruption by the members of the conclave are placed in the brig for safety of the ship. Oberen leaving the bay relic blade in hand heads for the ships librarium to study it.

The walls of the librarium full of tomes from the long past servo skulls dust the shelves in a constant cycle. Each indexing the books so each is not out of place or uncounted. Statue of the emperor holds torches lighting the space. Servitor summoned over Oberen inputs for it to grab the tome on the chapter relics. The servo skull coming back in moments Oberen takes the tome thumbing through a thousand pages to find the record. Hands trailing the gothic script he begins to read. With every line he begins to understand the danger the blade holds. In a cold sweat without realizing the taint of the warp on the ship becomes apparent.

Using his psychic might to send word to the inquisitor he runs from the librarium stave in hand. Terminator armor slow the last three centuries of wearing it has made it a small issue to him. Levitating past battle brothers he waves them forward and they follow. The taint in the apothacarian the doors opened. The daemon walking the sterile deck is rust blade hung over the chapter master. Psychic hood flaring bio-kinetic flares and the daemon vanished. Scorched mural of a famed apothecary burned with some litany of hate on the wall. Techmarines on the floor standing no worse for wear return to the task of rebuilding the chapter master.

Phila woke hours later is told of the episode and the link the daemon Oberen felt It forged with him. now in a private chamber Oberen watches over him a hololith between them.

“Brother I have informed the inquisition as to what has happened, they will be some time before they get here, so you have one more battle in you chapter master”? Oberen asked as he told him.

“Oberen I fear not the daemon for he will pay with his death for this crime against the emperors angels”.

“That blade is cursed it was thought lost at the start of the heresy, those that wield it die in dishonor from what I can find, as for its aspects it was forged on terra and has slain many a xenos it power field never failing, found in the hand of the traitor and corrupted it took our greats master of the forge to purify the blade for use by the emperors angels, it still holds some taint if the daemon took notice”.

“Oberen will this tainted blade hurt that daemon if so I will gladly shove this blade threw it and die for the emperor, until that moment I persecute the emperors justice if he deems me pure we will speak again”.

Phila finished with the conversation pulls the planet into view loth-023 as imperial records have it. The world shows four lush and fertile continents each producing a common substance to the imperium. It was of little worth little over one hundred thousand souls on the planet. Cogitator clicking the display shows the current state of the world. A red sore on the galaxy it had a likeness to mars. Summoning his war gear phila had Russ and Oberen plan a planetary bombardment from recent reports. The southern continent full of mountains and valleys scout reports point to a chaos gate in the area. Augurs confirming it with hordes of daemon below they have a target.

All forces loaded onto the strike cruisers and battle barge bombardment cannons took aim. Terminator armor repaired as new phila watched from the battle barges bridge. Maximum yelled strikes blast mountains’ to dust filling the sky with black clouds. Daemon below pulverized in the rain of rock and fire the signal is given. Phila leaves the bridge for his personal storm raven on the battle barges launch deck. Its engines hot Oberen and Russ on board already it fly out to the void. The ships thunder hawks and storm ravens behind a sea of silver and blue filled the void.

New augmetic eye in his skull phila cycled through its magnifications and visual settings as it linked with the storm ravens systems. Names of his men in the cabin flash on with ammo count of his storm bolter and plasma pistol. Tactical display of all his forces coming next phila was impressed with its construction. Shaken from his admiration a third of his forces vanished. Climbing to the pilot he saw through the armoured glass two chaos frigates moving towards his deploying forces. Battle barge and strike cruisers moving to intercept phila got on the vox.

“all forces we count our losses tomorrow, this day we get vengeance”. Phila barks

Pilot nods to the chapter master putting the storm raven on overdrive towards the planet. Venerable dreadnaught locked to its rear the planet comes into view quickly. Knights already deployed with razor backs and squads of men the battle was on its way. The forty foot hundred ton behemoths brutalize the chaos tanks and rhinos. Marines at their feet cut down daemon and traitor all the same. Knight guard protecting their rear combi bolters flash as chain blades cleave at chaos marines. Storm talons hurling across keeping air superiority as the last of the forces land.

Phila, Russ and Oberen cutting a swath through the hordes lead the bravest of his men to a tower of skulls. Blades cleaving through un-kept power armour, warp lighting make men stumble as the fry in their own skin. Chain blade heard barreling through cultist’s combi bolter bursts send shells through a raging daemon. Skulls convulsing pure warp energy pulsed outward knocking phila down. Oberen absorbing the power his conclave teleports down their might combined with his enhanced connection lighting surged forth killing all his enemies for meters.

Daemon taking notice of the carnage emerges from the pillar of skulls bathed in blood. Skulls beginning to bleed russ nods to phila taking command and summoning two knight guard squads to surround them. Knights breaking from combat with skull lords fire battle cannons blasting the tower to oblivion. Blood and skulls raining down phila charges the daemon relic blade thrust forward. Storm bolters clear blood letters from his path daemon laughing as he approaches. Oberen draws on the conclaves vast might forming an arena of stone round them Phila, and the knight guard. The very immaterium dampened in the domed arena by the psychic hoods the final battle began.

Power sword parrying the axe phila’s relic blade digs into the greater daemon its essence flickering. Rusty axe blade dislodging the blade hooved foot hurls the chapter master back. Storm bolter braking along does nothing as the daemon jumps overhead landing square on his chest. Oberen holding the arena together with the conclave the knight guard charge fourth chain blades slicing at its back. Reinforced chest plate cracked phila stood blades chopping down leaving large gashes behind. Knight guard on the ground a battle cannon shell blasts through the dome blowing away the daemons arm. Axe tumbling with it a bloody hand grabbed the chapter master tearing the crux terminaus from the chapters armour.

The arena blown away in a roar of rage the battle slowed. Phila dragged away from the battle by the now one armed daemon vanished into the warp. Russ enraged orders the complete destruction of all that remind before them. Traitor or daemon mattered little as all was purged with great prejudice.

Oberen weak and drained receives vox of a gray knight’s strike cruiser along with and inquisitorial ship coming in orbit. Weary from the fight those that could make preparations for the arrival of the inquisitor. Field littered with dead the third and firth companies lay in ruin with less than ten men between them. The knight guard having lost tweeny nine of its best in both engagements the toll was high. In space the chapter was luckier thanks to quick interception by the battle barge no knights were lost though a dozen will take time to fix along with replacement of two whole companies worth of vehicles and equipment. Oberen knowing the losses steep could see a win as they saved a whole subsector a daemonic invasion.

Equipment salvaged and brought aboard to the fleet above what could be fixed now would the rest would wait till they returned to hawk maw.

Russ steps to Oberen “if the inquisition does not slay us the chapter will have a lot to rebuild”.

“we will need a chapter master as well the honor battle will have to be held”. Oberen finishes as the in inquisitors thunder hawks lands feet away.

Assault ramp hitting the ash covered ground the dark cloud above closes the hole it cut. Tossed up ash by the engines blocking the view, the inquisitor walks through passing crater made by heavy weapons fire. The sight of the gray knights struck Oberen with a tremble as he felt their psychic might. Having interacted with them on a few decades ago he knew the truth of what they would do to fight corruption it was not something he wanted to see again. Noticing the ash fell like snow finally he knew the orbital strike would scar this planet for decades to come.

The inquisitor joseph joined by another one from the ordo malleus had the gray knight’s fan out. Each ready for war against any corrupted brother astartes. Russ voxing the chapter has them cooperate as their loyalty would not lay in doubt for long. The inquisitor joseph going up to Russ looks over the battle field.

“Your chapter master, librarian”? The inquisitor asked well sizing up Russ.

“Taken to the warp by a daemon”. Oberen answered

“So the honor battles will be held soon”.

“Yes after the third and fifth are of proper strength”. Russ barked to the shorter inquisitor.

“The ordo malleus will hunt for any corruption in this chapter, let me assure you though this is a great victory for your chapter and the imperium, we will aid in the resupply of the chapter as agreed in your founding”. Inquisitor joseph nods to his returning counterpart as she approached.

“we have survivors detained aboard our battle barge the ordo malleus would be interested in talking to , they are not corrupted”. Oberen states firmly

The female inquisitor looking over the chief librarian waves a gray knight over “we will judge you and then them, as for your service we will take that into consideration”. The inquisitors grayed hair and stone face giving nothing away she left.

Chapter 5

Colosseum of bleeding skulls piled to the sky stare down on daemon and chapter master. Axe swing cleaving the air a cracked and battered relic blade parries the blow. Armour long stripped away by a thousand deaths he could not remember happening Time meant nothing here. Phila had this battle and it alone. Axe strike parried once again the reposes with a thrust burning the daemons essence for the hundredth time. The beast a mass of scars its rage was unending. Flung away hilt slipped away blade heard clanging on the sand stone ground of the arena.

Phila fumbling finds his power sword turning to hold off the daemons axe from cleaving him in twain. Power field failing the blade buckles and snaps before he could rise. Axe siting by his head the heft released the clawed appendage picks him up. Fangs showed as the daemon snarled eating his entire chest and stomach in a bite. Bleeding out body limp Phila smiles knowing he would stand in days or weeks to fight once more.

Fists grabbing a defiled golden twin head eagle statue of the imperium the axe of the daemon shattered. Infuriated statue and chapter master tumble through the air striking the skull walls of the arena. Hawk maw a distant memory his faith in the emperor tested in this place hollows of rage belch out his mouth. Statue no better than a rock he hurls it cursing the daemon in what little he could remember “for the emperor”! Statue glowing in a golden light it strikes with the force of a bane blade cannon halting the daemons advance. Searching for the nearest object to throw the relic blade is in his hand. Hurled again the blade flares with warp fire like the emperors blade lodging into the daemons chest where the eagle statue struck moments before. Rage boiling out him as the same flame engulfed his charging body hands out stretched. Howl coming from his lips when he reached the daemon they gripped its horns.

The sound of cracking bone and tearing flesh heard it gave the chapter master pleasure. Blood leaking in gallons from the wound he pulled harder. The fury of the struggle snapping the daemon back its only arm claws him but phila won’t stop. Arms bleed from a thousand cuts holy fury burning in each. Roar of the dying daemon deafening a bell tolls and it falls lifeless neck a bloody ruin. Statue of the emperor’s eagle taken in his free hand he had the skull of the daemon in the other.

Skulls of the arena chatter as bits of his long decimated armor coble together in the golden flames of the eagle. The augmetic replacements seizing up phila III felt the insanity of the warp tumble away. Screaming in victory or pain the chapter master feel unbroken in will if body.

The shattered tower of skulls taking shape once again the inquisitor of the ordo malleus stops. Gray knights move towards the abomination nemesis weapons drawn. Collapsing under its weight the inquisitor and gray knights are stunned to see the Knight Hawks chapter master. The armour of his station near perfect it only missed the crux lost before the daemon took him. Russ coming their way the gray knights surround the area and turn the first captain away. The graying inquisitor orders the body taken along with the armour and blades beside him. The statue of the golden eagle restored to glory and skull of a daemon in hand were removed from the chapter masters grip and placed under wards in stasis tubes.

Slab in the exam room of her strike cruiser cleared they lay him unconscious chains of adamantium on each limb. Servo skulls and probes descend on the body. Gene seed extracted first a full exam of each limb was done. No mutations found beyond that of his chapter’s norm the inquisitor sat back. Gray knight justicar summoned to her officer quarters deliberation began.

“justicar he is found pure of body what of spirit”? The inquisitor asked.

“His spirit is fragmented, pure but jumbled it knows only rage and violence”. The justicar answered.

“can he be save from this insanity of spirit”?

“Our epistolary is attempting that task now, from his thoughts yes but he will need to be tested”.

“We have tasks to attend to our pray draws near and will not stay long”?

“inquisitor this task with be his test, for he slain a daemon and he will have to do so again”.

“justicar if it comes to it give him a hero’s death”.

Gray knight Strike cruiser leaving loth-023 Russ tracks it with knight of the maw augurs till it enters the warp. Crew ready and equipment loaded the three knight hawks vessels leave the system in inquisitor josephs hands and the imperial guard yet to arrive.

Chapter 6

Arms heavy mind clear then before Phila pulls with all his strength. The weight of a post human hand on his chest a blind fold is removed. The silver armour and the seal of the inquisition on the marine’s breast give horror and relief. Horror of betrayal put aside as the weight on his arm is removed and the gray knight helps him stand. The librarian holding his flesh and blood hand firm locks eyes with him.

“you survive by the will of the emperor daemon slayer” the librarian spoke

“So that monster is slain, how long it felt so long” phila whispered

“days since we found you, I pieced your mind back together as the warp seemed to make time fluid, chapter master the inquisitor has had our artificers repair your augmetics and would like to speak with you”.

Phila up right follows the gray knight’s librarian to a small study. Runes on the door and floor books of all studies line the walls on racks. The gray haired inquisitor stone face waves to a seat. A coffee table with tea from terra in finely inscribed china from a lost time waits for them. Man servant leaving with the gray knight phila waits for her to speak.

“chapter master you have the emperors blessing to have survived and kill a greater daemon, marks have been left on you though deep scars that will not heal, you are no psyker though even now you are more open to temptations of the warp from your battle, you are marked and before we return you to your chapter you are to be tested”. The inquisitor states in a flat tone.

“I will serve as the emperor demands”. Phila responds

“Good we hunt a space hulk infested by a greater daemon, we are to send the infested hulk to oblivion, I’ve named it ‘spire of torment’ you and the gray knight’s will deploy with in the day as we reach ‘spire of torment’ in that time, chapter master your armor has been give wards as to see you safe, should you fail you will be slain”.

………

Phila in an arming chamber servo skulls and servitors place his terminator on. Loving restored he found an imperial eagle eerily similar to the one found in the warp mounted were his chapter badge would have been. A new crux terminaus replaced the one he lost which now hosted a daemon skull slug under its horns wrapping round the crux. Justicar coming in a re-forged blade in his power sword the hilt was in noted with holy adamantium seals. The relic blade handed over next its blade gleamed as an exemplar of all blades. Justicar leaving after phila checked the arm mounted storm bolter and plasma pistol masterfully fixed.

Chapter 7

Knight of maw translating to real space near hawk maw the planets blue sun comes into view. The chapters loss sent by secure astropath to the planet it prepares accordingly. Isabella now planetary governor gives her thanks to the dead. Orbital station above hawk maw receiving the battle barge locks the ship down for refit with the accompanying strike cruisers. Gene seed is brought by thunder hawks to the consorts below. Bulk transports used to transport the damage relics and vehicles for repair planet side.

Oberen, Russ, Isabella in the council chamber before the chapter masters room with all captains on planet, and the master of the forge in attendance. Their chapter master gone the council would decide the fate of planet and chapter. The staff of the speaker in Isabella’s hand she begins.

“It saddens me at the great number lost to our angels and holy knight’s, the loss of their master will be felt keenly, as of this moment the battles of succession will be on hold as the third and fifth rebuild, I also hope the fourth will return in time, in the interim Russ will lead the chapter in rebuilding”. Staff handed to Russ her time was up.

“ I stand with the governor on this, till we rebuild the battles will be halted this will take time so recruits will be selected to ascend to the scout company and those in the scout company will be promoted to full stats with haste, Oberen I have a task for you that shell not be spoken out side this council, I fear the inquisition has abducted our chapter master, a body was taken along with armour that resembles the chapter masters, find them and get me answers, better get our chapter master back”. Russ says with the most commanding tone he has an hands the staff to Oberen.

“as you wish , tracking them with take time and a ship but it will be done, Isabella before I go I will have a list of squires to go for trials as well, please have them join the consort’s picks”. Finished he hands it over to Russ

“that will be arranged with the governor, emperor travel with you librarian”.

The captains of each company speak next with Isabella excusing herself from the room. The selection of those up for trial was a heavy burden to any consort as they send most of them to die. This though was the most scared and noble of their duties as those live join the heroes of the planet. Phila IV training in the chapter masters room with a servitor its shock arms busted at the joints from many heavy blows. She grabs him by the shoulder mid swing metallic hand stopping the blow.

“child you are to take the trails of duty and honor as the angels have lost many this day, your angel is missing and I have your sibling on the way, so I ask you return an angel or gain honor as a holy knight”.

“how” phila IV asked taking her augmetic hand.

“an accident your angel caused, the cut was clean” she replied

“about the angel”. He said next.

“sure it was a glorious battle of three hundred angels and many more holy knights on a corrupt world ……” as she began to weave a heroic tale.

As she spoke of the post-human she watched since child hood being bound to him was no true marriage as the consorts of knight scions knew. For every consort of an angel it was the same they saw the pride, arrogance, and false hood they lived. They say their beyond humanity, no they are humanity at its worse and best. Physical capable of feats no man dreamed of and hearts closed to all but battle. True for most of their kind she and many of the consorts saw them know fear as they tell tale of battles won, and brothers lost, the fear was not for them but failure. They fight to save those that can’t be, worlds so corrupt they should be destroyed. The children that follow become theses heartless paragons of humanity was it the galaxies fault or humanities.

Thought banished as she finished her tale the truth she believe was they are sacrifices so humanity may continue in an unforgiving galaxy. Angel born to bare the weight of duty no normal man could. Hers provide solace to them out of battle by telling of that sacrifice to those after. The children birthed from her since her age allowed the second of those duties gave voice to that sacrifice by sending more to stand where angels fell. This a quiet pain she looked at Phila IV the angels born of her and all the consorts kept what she knew alive and safe for that alone these duties of her were worth any trial and sacrifice she made. Tears running down her face her boy stops one as she send him on his way to prepare for the coming trials.

The morning sun brings the parade for the fallen and a victory won. Below in areas on any other world that would be an under hive just below the consort’s gathered those chosen for the trials. Forest canopy blocking the light glow orbs and fences surround them. Each boy striped of squire robes is handed a blunt knife. Scouts around the area wave bolt guns and snipers scanning the forest. The sounds of creatures larger than a knight can be heard. Two thousand boys gathered from the planets noble houses and chapters own are sent through a stone arched gate to become the chapters steel.

Isabella in the grand room of the chapter master records what is to believe his last battle. Despite first captain Har Russ claim it still wounded her to not have certainty on the matter. Dress of sapphire and silver smoothed of creases she heads for the emperors statue in the grand chapel. Arriving in the chamber the curxterminus rested before the statues base. Quill pulled from a leather pouch those in attendance part giving her a clear view.

“Phila III chapter master of the Knight hawks was a space marine of space marines. Fearless and at the head of every charge he could be , those that stood by him knew little of pain as the enemy was laid low by his blades”. She says with the fervor of a marine.

Crowd breaking up she continued to record his deeds for those that say and reported to her. Small flourishes added for those who would come later it was still truthful as all consorts records. A chaplain kneeling in respect to the honorable consort placed a hand on her dainty shoulder.

“Governor well said , as the chapter protects you, protect this world, may the emperor protect”.

……..

Oberen arrives in system as a space hulk explodes in the fires of the sun. a gray knights strike cruiser in the distance a recover ship tethered to its hull. A vox channel opened the hail receives no answer. Oberen taking the device nearly breaks it.

“Inquisitor I want my chapter master back” Oberen growls

“Librarian why do you think we let you find us, after your months on the hunt”.

“Then there need not be blood”.

“please land on flight deck two”.

Oberen aboard swiftly two squads of marines from eighth company join aboard the strike cruiser. Squads now in ceremonial positions Phila III stands beside the age inquisitor terminator armor adorned with the crest of the chapter under a double headed eagle statue. Relief on Oberen’s face apparent the two smile. Daemon skull slung under a new crux bewildered the librarian so he left if for later and they depart to the knight hawks strike cruiser. Another ship leaving with a large cargo box followed.

The object placed in the deployment bay its container opened to show a cerastus knight-castigator in chapter colors. Phila looks to Oberen who is mystified by the grandeur of the machine.

“this is a gift for a service rendered and honor earned brother, my dishonor will come, and it will be found wanting on that day”.phila states

“ I will be your witness old friend” Oberen replied.

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