![]() ![]() Should he quicken to avoid being seen, or slow to appear casual? He was garbed in full battle plate, nothing here looks casual – he hurried further until a chill shot down his spine as a single, glaring red rune appeared in his visor, the one he did not wish to see: Helbrecht himself was trying to contact him. ![]() In his wake, further unrest spread as the initiates and neophytes of the Crusade noticed Grimaldus’ hurried pace. The lenses of his helmet flickered with communication runes he was late, but he blink-clicked them away without a second thought. Words spun around in Grimaldus’ head, he formed them in his mouth, practicing and repeating the borderline heresy he felt he was about to commit. To change the fate and future of the Black Templars. Grimaldus hurried through the corridors towards the High Marshal’s conference hall he had been summoned, as with many others of the Household, to put an end to indecision. Forbidden thoughts and squalid itches writhed around the skulls of everyone aboard – no degree of purity was safe from these differing ideas, no level of rank could hide from the rising disquiet. News had reached the vessel regarding the gathering storm of Chaos and its recent aftermath only a few months prior, but the information had finally settled in. The air was buzzing aboard the Eternal Crusader. ![]()
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