The Everchangeling
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Can you hear it...
Under all the racket?
Under all the racket?
Location: Dread's Tent
With: Dread and Gunna .
Wrath hadn't quite expected Dread to give much of an explanation, but he'd told her little to nothing. Except that these “weirdboyz” could be of divine origin Especially not when he was eating. The warboss just wasn't that articulate in his explanations, or hadn't been so far, and she didn't expect that to change.
Aside from possibly insulting Dread in the same token, the mek-ork was proving to be quite useful; that was the only reason she wasn't flying off the handle and making an attempt to kill him. The elf's right hand twitched slightly and she curled it into a fist to hide the motion. The ork was useful, if very secretive. She scowled while he eyed her, igniting a device, she assumed, on his metal claw. She watched him with the jaded scrutiny of a warlord long since used to naught but battle. It looked like dragon fire, but seemed to sizzle like lighting. Sensing no magic, she figured it was something of his own making. Gunna's comments provided more insight than she had been prepared for; it was no less reassuring than Dread's. ”...You have psions?” she questioned, scathingly incredulous a she turned her crimson gaze to Dread for a moment before returning it to Gunna as he continued speaking.
She was not pleased. While such troopers could prove to be most useful, they were extremely dangerous. The elf had never trusted psychics. There had been a number of them in her travels, but the ever imposing presence of Vengence's madness had a tendency to prevent them from invading her mind. ”...We will have to look into that, at a later time. And with much caution. I'll slaughter the lot of them, if they prove to be too dangerous.” She unclenched her fist and waved dismissively with her ruined hand. ”It doesn't sit well with me that you seem to be saying that this place could be invaded, either by 'daemons' or 'Ty-ra-nids'. In either case, it would be advantageous to get this sorry pile of tents organized into some kind of order.” While she was curious about this clock -thing that Gunna kept mentioning it, she wasn't going to press the issue. It was of much less concern than an impending invasion on top of everything else.
Aside from possibly insulting Dread in the same token, the mek-ork was proving to be quite useful; that was the only reason she wasn't flying off the handle and making an attempt to kill him. The elf's right hand twitched slightly and she curled it into a fist to hide the motion. The ork was useful, if very secretive. She scowled while he eyed her, igniting a device, she assumed, on his metal claw. She watched him with the jaded scrutiny of a warlord long since used to naught but battle. It looked like dragon fire, but seemed to sizzle like lighting. Sensing no magic, she figured it was something of his own making. Gunna's comments provided more insight than she had been prepared for; it was no less reassuring than Dread's. ”...You have psions?” she questioned, scathingly incredulous a she turned her crimson gaze to Dread for a moment before returning it to Gunna as he continued speaking.
She was not pleased. While such troopers could prove to be most useful, they were extremely dangerous. The elf had never trusted psychics. There had been a number of them in her travels, but the ever imposing presence of Vengence's madness had a tendency to prevent them from invading her mind. ”...We will have to look into that, at a later time. And with much caution. I'll slaughter the lot of them, if they prove to be too dangerous.” She unclenched her fist and waved dismissively with her ruined hand. ”It doesn't sit well with me that you seem to be saying that this place could be invaded, either by 'daemons' or 'Ty-ra-nids'. In either case, it would be advantageous to get this sorry pile of tents organized into some kind of order.” While she was curious about this clock -thing that Gunna kept mentioning it, she wasn't going to press the issue. It was of much less concern than an impending invasion on top of everything else.
The call to battle,
The Song of War.
The Song of War.