I don’t want to reblog the entire long post but I’m dying over “impromptu dissection” in the context of Warlocks
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I don’t want to reblog the entire long post but I’m dying over “impromptu dissection” in the context of Warlocks
How did we meet? (theishtarindividual)
The flag’s at half-mast, you said. We didn’t know why.
Later we did. The news filtered down even to sleepy squads on the outer planets. The ships raised their heads and yawned, the stumps of their docked teeth glistening. The second time we talked, you and I had just finished hauling the feed out and the pilots started running.
theishtarindividual mentioned you in a post “I was thinking up ideas for OCs, and an interesting thought came up to...”
…@illumynare , @eyeb0t, @ the-shadowsmiths , @ir-anuk , @jencforcarolina…
I’m 90% sure light-infused weapons, armor, and artifacts are canon. Can anyone source?
So @theishtarindividual has been telling me all about his new character and tbh the aesthetic really spoke to me I am 100% here for AI possessing bodies and repairing themselves with alien tech yes please.
Commission me?
The Firestorm Legion
A collection of Guardians, mostly Strikers, with spattered Sunbreakers, Susingers, and Stormcallers. Hunters and void users are rare, due to the pure insanity of the Legion’s combat.
It’s a loosely formed group. They don’t often interact with each other outside of battle but some who become friends do form fireteams. When the City is threatened, however, and the Commander calls, they become the City’s first line of attack, while the rest of humanity’s force forms a defense.
The Firestorm takes their ships into combat, then throw themselves from the hatches, burning, into the fray. They sow chaos and disorient, and often die.
They’re the craziest damn nut jobs in the Tower and damn well proud of it.