Jul 22, 2017
Although I pledge my service to the Lords of Nostromo and the dark secrets of the machine. Hail the Captain of the Conqueror, fire all the Ursus claws you glorious bastard.
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Although I pledge my service to the Lords of Nostromo and the dark secrets of the machine. Hail the Captain of the Conqueror, fire all the Ursus claws you glorious bastard.
Do you subscribe to the theory that we could engineer Eldar soul-stones to create a waste-free resource?
Confusion rippled across her noosphere as her eyebrows furrowed. [It is apostasy to work with Eldar soul-stones. I have heard no such theory, but even if it were so, it is not within my scope of practice.]
"My, it is such a fine day in the Imperium, sun is shining (Through the fumes of the factory smog), grass is growing (probably mutated), It would be a real shame if someone were to be a heretic."
“Er...sure. You’re not wrong, I suppose.”
Gretchins and Gubbinz [RP]
The cramped alleys of a hive city’s residential zone, definitely made Zaels list of perfect hiding places. It also made the list of un-comfortable hiding places.
Zael’s many pockets jingled with the sound of metal on metal. It was so often that you could find junk laying about, often discarded by ignorant citizens who hadn’t the slightest clue of maintaining trinkets, but there was always the scavengers.
The tech-priest examined the curious subject hanging down infront of him as he aimlessly paced down the alleys. Mutant rats and savage grox were the usual fair but today the Adept had caught something interesting. A 3-foot gremlin of some sort, being held in one of his augmetic hands by the scruff of its neck. Upon closer inspection it reminded him of an Ork.
Thud!
The former member of the Cult Mechanicus took a second to shake the stars out of his eyes, suddenly coming upon an epiphany of what had taken place not a second before.
Zael collided with a wall, a green wall. A green wall made of flesh. Flesh and leather and metal.
It was a pretty big wall.
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"Yasuo... Yasuo..." He nudged the daemonic samurai with his staff. "I can't sleep, it's bothering me.
“ Why not have a drink? ” Emerald eyes blinked slow, nudging the bottle of sake towards the other. “ Always helps me sleep. ”
Shit talk me you shovel wielding, sinister son of a six armed salamander.
you’re made out of fucking sand what else is there to throw shade at
"I sincerely hope you're not going to fill the temple with suitors. It makes it hard to sleep."
“ I don’t bother going to that place to begin with. I’m much more comfortable in my own home, thank you. ”
@zealousheretek liked for a starter
“Ser, we are back with our report.” The soldiers stood at attention on front of Riven. One of them handed her a file and went back to their position.
“Well also found this, ser,” they handed her a staff. Not Noxian that’s for sure, Shuriman most likely. Riven took that as well and inspected it carefully.
“Hm, good then. Rest up and get ready for your next mission, with your mission I want you squad out again understood?” “Yes, ser!” They all said in unison.
Riven walked back to her quarters with the report and the staff on her hands. She stepped inside and tossed the staff onto the desk and sat down. “Dusty thing...”