>>5292157You wait. You get up, keep the spear so you don't bleed as fast. You cut down another who is a novice shocked by the audacity of you to live. You go over to your husband
"I love you Ibram."
"You are my world Yassa." He says and you see it. He won't be fine. The wound was fatal. Your son in a fiery rage begins slaughtering the pilgrims. Then stops at the children and walks over to you two.
"Mother. Father. I am sorry I failed you." He says with tears in his eyes.
"You have not failed us my son. We could not be more happy that you live. That you have grown so strong and so tall."
"I will always remember you. You will live on in my heart and memory. I will make sure that they pay for your deaths."
"We raided them. You knew it could happen." Your husband lets out.
"They shouldn't be worshipping these trinkets! It's just an urn! We wanted their gold and the scrap they wish to melt down!" He says smashing the item.
"Son, you will free our people from this world. You will rebuild the ark ship and find someone who can help us." Your husband says.
"And you will have many children, and make me a happy grandmother." You let out as Lorgar holds you close.
"I will mother."
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You light the fires to cremate your parents.
They are gone. They died together in combat. Better than most can ask for on this world. You look at your tribe of pariahs.
>> "The Work Must Continue! We must leave here at once! We must find our homeworld through the ark ship.">> "We will suffer no more loses! We will be more careful, more deliberate and more exacting. Then we shall leave this world with our people intact.">> "NO MORE. WE STRIKE AT THE CITIES. WE SHOW THESE FOOLS THE ERRORS OF THEIR WAYS." >> "No more mercy. No gods. No Masters. The next caravan we do not barter, and we do not rest until our work is done." >> Write in I never forgot you Lorgar bro. I hope you still read this, because this was the way of unlocking the potential for loyalist fren lorgar.=
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Nocturn was a crime ridden pisshole where if you weren't being robbed you were being stabbed, or extorted.
Except your district.
He saw to that.
He found you, trying to pick pockets. But he stopped you. He almost knifed you. And he stopped. Then you talked. And he talked.
Konrad. The Night Haunter. The Dark Avenger.
He was what this world needed.
He was weird as hell. Taller than any human. Scary as fuck. The most brutal man you met. Yet- he had his mercies. Well, recently.
The voices stopped.
Or at least he said that. He hadn't had a nightmare in weeks, which was amazing because he didn't wake you up from his sleep screaming about assassins or giant flaming men or a dragon or whatever the fuck the golden one was.
You handed him some juice.
"Thank you Sasha." He said. His voice was less angry.
"So which drug dealer are we robbing tonight."
"The Black Blades."
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