He didn’t know how many people manned the thing, just that it was probably less than even the ship’s crew. The thing was nearly ten times wider than the Chaos ship, nearly a longstride in diameter.
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The first satellite was chock full of Plasma Carronade emplacements, and he counted at least a hundred in one area. The Sullen Striker passed by the first ward, and a few minutes later, the second. How she managed to keep those hands steady when it came to her Runeer work, he sure didn’t know. As for Aunt Layla, she usually spent her evenings drinking all the ale and wine she could get her dainty hands on. Turnabout was fair, however, since Aidan joshed him about his chicken scratches in his notes. Looking at the stick figures and the abstract representations of fire, blood, and death had been oddly satisfying anyway, though big bro stopped showing him when he teased him about it. Aidan drew images of that dreadful time, even if his skills in art were cow dung. The sessions with the temporary legion’s healers had helped, as did writing down his nightmares whenever he had them. The brothers exchanged glances and nodded. Aidan, his elder brother, had similar nightmares, and from how Aunt Layla’s eyes tightened, so did she. That had been back in Delovine plane rather than Witton Hold. It wasn’t something easy to forget, despite the nearly two Seasons since then.Īunt Layla had listened to his nightmares one evening when the three of them had gathered in a tavern.
Of course, only until the memories of the crash, and the battle within the depths, the Pure Lands, reared its ugly head. The Striker was similar enough to the Ebon Horizon, the merchant ship he, his brother, and little aunt had been contracted to, that he found it oddly soothing and familiar. At that moment, a single Chaos ship entered the Waypoint and followed the Chaos river towards the outer sphere.Īboard the Sullen Striker, Riley Siofra Davar leaned on the upper deck railing and watched the first ward come closer and closer to the bow.
Chaos from the boundary flowed in a single stream towards the outermost satellite, which then flowed to the second, third, then fourth one, before reaching the main fortress. Aside from the spheres and their contents, nothing else existed within the Fysalli. The closest one was only a hundred or so paces away, while the farthest was nearly a league. the chance to build the fortress up from nothing had delighted the earth shapers to no end.įour smaller spheres orbited around the main fortress, each with battlements and Plasma Carronade emplacements, at a different distance from the main fortress. It was made of grey-ish rock, marble and granite, and perhaps a bit of basalt, all conjured and shaped from the Chaos Sea. It wasn’t quite perfectly spherical in nature, there were odd bumps, protrusions, craters, and holes on the surface. In fact, the land had been turned into a fortress instead. Unlike the previous example, the one that had exploded from the Chaos Lords’ secret weapon, this fortress encompassed the entirety of the land floating in the Chaos Sea. Little remained of the rubble and ruin that Witton had been turned into after the disastrous attack by the Chaos Courts more than a year ago, and in its place were once again layers of protective Waypoints, quays, and a toughened fortress of smooth stone. The once fortified Fysalli, Witton Hold, was once again the centre of Imperial activity.
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