Vorkens Dormon's Story

Most off the used to be knights stayed at wing city and got jobs as builders and technichions but the grand knight works at a bar and is a Bartender who goes by Vorkens Dormon.

A large man walks in and looks around, then comes up to the desk "Do you have anything on tech engineering?" his voice Is deep and booms across the library. "uhhh... sorry" he wispers. "by the way I'm Vorkens Dormon. Pleasure to meet you."

Dennison felt a little dejected as the librarian hadn't seemed to recognise him as a regular here. I guess it has been a while, he thought.

Opening his mouth to finally introduce himself to her he said,
"Oh, uh, I'm- "
An oaf of a man loudly interrupted (probably presuming she was speaking to him) and took his place at the desk. The sound of his voice was almost more insulting than the words themselves. He apologised for the wrenching noise but hadn't seemed to take notice of himself or the hooded creature. Still, Dennison allowed himself to be put aside and figured it wasn't that important anyway. His focus was on Jinhai.

"So, about that Almanac, right? There any way you could help me out?" His eyes were determined, and hoping the thing would oblige.

Seeing the knight-like soldiers, and even a Tri-Pod, bow before him perplexed him. Confused wasn't even beginning to describe what was going through his head, it was a vast understatement. But the explosions of the Armor company and the beams of the Tri-Pods' incinerator cannons forced him to duck down.

At this point, he was completely helpless, pinned. All he could do was wait.

After several antagonizing minutes, it was over. He saw the enemies finally surrendering. He began to climb up from the entrenchments alongside the Space Marines he had accidentally entrenched with.

If they recognized him, he found it better to seek forgiveness than to be brutally slaughtered right there. He turns to look at a nearby Space Marine and look him in the glowing eyes of his visor's helmet. Reluctantly, he gathered his voice, "You and the Imperium are going to arrest me," he begun, "Aren't you?"

One of the Space Marined turned to face Teddy. "Its not our job to arrest our foes, criminals or our enemies. We leave that to the Imperial Guardsman. We execute the enemies on man. Have you decided to report your sin to us? Whatever it is either we will take care of it or the nearest Imperial Guardsman will do it...So what do you have to say?..." The massive armored figure spoke as he looked down at Teddy.

Teddy looked down briefly, before looking back up at the Space Marine, "I believe I killed someone in your ranks, I'm not really certain," Teddy testified, "Imperial Space Marine or Chaos Space Marine, I really couldn't tell back then and now. I thought of telling you and the Space Marines first to... let me be real, hoping you and the others aren't holding a grudge against me. I was defending myself, I'll say that now, but I really don't have any way to prove it. If you're looking for a name of who I killed, maybe you're familiar with one, 'Amadeus Threnex?'"

"An Amadeus Threnex...Brother Amadeus Threnex served with the Sixth Company, he was reported missing for years. He used to be a Blood Raven under Captain Carnaeleggar command. Last report of Brother Amadeus Threnex was said he had heard voices in his head...If thats the case then you are no criminal. You have herby gave a warrior his death before the powers of Chaos could claim him. He has died in the Emperors service still even as he was shattered and broken mentally. A man who has nothing can still have faith...We have nothing more to discuss, you have no crimes against the Imperium. Carry on." The Space Marine turned around and began to walk off to head for one of the Thunderhawk transports that had landed to gather the remaining space marines and used drop pods that could be recovered, repaired and re-used.

The man noticed the man behind that... creature. He gets flustered "Oh I'm sorry that I skipped you.... I guess I did'nt see you" He moves the man infront of himself. "I'm still super sorry!" He says sincerely.

"I do have more business, but it's with the Guard," Teddy said as the Marine had begun walking to the transport, "I have to give them back their gun. It really was an honor fighting alongside you, I really hope we can do it again. My name's Theodore by the way, I feel that even the Emperor's Finest my need help from me. I'm sorry if I am coming off as arrogant, but if the Imperium ever needs me, I'm never more than a call away."

Teddy had turned, admittedly thinking that the giant soldier wasn't listening to him, he just had to get those words out. He then begins to search for the same officer that had given him the weapon. It took a lot of searching, but after a lot of looking and walking, he found what he thought to be that same officer. "Hey," he called out, "Sir, I believe I have to turn in my weapon right here?"

As he had begun to speak to him, Teddy had begun hoping if Ebba was all right. He thought that after he turned in his las-gun, then he'll try to look for her.

The Imperial Officer was busy giving his orders to his men to begin cleaning up the place and rebuild. That was until he hear Teddy call out to him. "Oh, I was about to look for you Volenteer. But I guess you beat me there." The man spoke as he took back the las-gun. "The Imperial Guard is always welcoming more soldiers to join its ranks. We are always fighting against whatever the universe throws at humanity, another soldier means another person to continue the fight. So how about it? Care to become part of the guard?" The man asked.

A chance to join the Guard, for most warriors like Teddy, this would be an ample opportunity to exercise his skill. He thought about, but he had remembered the commitment he had made to Ebba, how could he train her social skills if he was assigned off world? He dwelt upon this for a moment.

"I am afraid I cannot be a regular member," He begun to reply, looking at the officer, "But I will come to the Guard's aid if they see it fit. Although I am a soldier like you at heart, I can't be a full-time guard, I have too many commitments to keep, even if the exact number of them aren't that impressive. But I am in need of a source of income to keep doing what I do. I'm actually a mercenary, but not the kind seen in movies to line their pockets via dubious or outright criminal acts, rather, I keep my contract open to those who seek to use my skills for good. No crime lord, corrupt politician, or unlawful business exec ever hires me, the only people who takes my contract are police departments, benevolent governments, and whoever seeks to build society, not destroy it."

He maintained a steady glare as he spoke, looking into the officer's eyes as he finished, "I am Theodore Ursa, it may not be your decision, but I am never more than a call away."

"I see...Well we shall see you again one day Theodore. Its a shame you cant join the Guard fully but if you are going to fight for the Guard when needed then thats fine enough. Then I guess I won't take up any more of your time then. We have a section of the city to rebuild. Nothing too severe thank the Emperor..." The Imperial Officer sighed and he nodded at Teddy and began to walk off to join the other Imperial Guardsman all working together to clean up the rubble and ferry away the injured of the battle. There were very few casualties, of course they did not account the wounded who took hits from enemy energy weapons. Of course their flak armor although not as great as many armors, it did provide rather decent defense against more standard weaponry such as minor energy weapons or small arms.

Vehicles also helped out, clearing away the ruins of buildings with dozer blades and ferrying the wounded and rubble out of the area.

Teddy stood for a while, watching the Imperial Guard switch from defensive warfare to warfare relief for the victims and bystanders. He then turned and begun to go about his way. He started to look for Ebba hoping and praying she made it out of this okay.

As she searched, he thought about maybe taking a few jobs with the Imperial Guard, and maybe since they're the primary police force in Wing City, maybe they'll let him go on a few bounty hunting trips as well. He certainly needed the money, especially how he was low on pistol ammo and his knife being his only back up weapon.

But those invaders, they knew him and clearly held him in reverence. He was never addressed that way, and they seemed to rely on vehicles and armored forces more than infantry, something very risky to do in warfare. They were not versed in their tactics, nor must their spy network be very optimal. He concluded in his mind, making him stop in place: Somebody told them about him, especially how he killed Amadeus, a Chaos-infected Space Marine. Whoever told tonight's party crashers about him either embellished details about that encounter, or left out the Chaos part and wanted it to seem like Teddy was in cahoots with these guys.

The thought sent a shiver down his spine. This fight was just won, but whatever secret war was going on that he was being dragged into was, it was clearly not over yet.

The Imperial forces that were with Ebba at the time were busy digging their way through rubble. "Man...when those walkers hot destroyed they caused more damage..." A Guardsman spoke as they dug out a few of their allies trapped behind rubble. Of course they soon unearthed Ebba who looked dusty, and looked a bit scratched. And all her bravery was no where to be seen anymore.

"Oh...its the mage. Come on, get out. We gotta get everyone out before we tear the building down to rebuild." A soldier motioned for her to get out and on instinct she covered her face and skakingly walked outside back onto the more crowded streets. Lots of noise...she did not like all these people. "Ma'm. Head to the designated civilian relief shelter or to any freinds or relatives." The soldier ordered as he went back to work.

Now she was surrounded...and a little alone. Today was now a scary day...

With his mind full, Teddy had wandered in the remains of the garden scanning left and right for any signs of Ebba. He looked at the last place he had met her, or rather, what little was left of the where he met her. The shape of the garden now filled him with dread, it had been a place of bright and brilliant flowers and artfully trimmed hedge bushes, but now most of the plants were stripped or outright scorched. It was amazing, in a terrifying way, of how quickly war and disaster change places.

Teddy put this aside and walked onto an elevated place in the ruins of the gardens and watches the motion of the crowds. How he felt sorry for those poor souls who lost everything this day. He scanned back and forth, and caught Ebba's distinct clothing and body language among the crowd, really, she stuck out like a sore thumb. As a wave of relief washed over his lungs, he begins to run into the crowd, begging pardons as he attempted to push his way over to Ebba.

"Ebba," Teddy called out, as he had still been a good distance away from her, but could now see her a little more clearly, "Ebba, you're alive! I was worried about what was going on! I came as soon as I saw that dragon-born's teleportation spell! Ebba!"

As Ebba turned to look at Teddy, tears filled her eyes. She was sore, people were killed, she was scared out of her mind right now. Not able to take much more she fell to the ground and silently cried her eyes out. Hands holding her face as she trembled in fear. "I'm so scared...I'm so scared...I wanna go to a happy place right now..." She cried into her hands as the poor girl could not take such events.

Some Imperial Guardsman looked at her and shook their heads in knowing. Poor girl was caught out in an invasion. Many people lost their homes, and few lost their lives. They felt sorry for her but the same could be said for the new homeless of the city now until they rebuilt the area.

Jinhai needed something more metaphysically responsive to inscribe a locus but the paper would do as structural material. The hooded creature looked down to Lolanthe then quietly took the pen and paper. Less so with his hands than with a crinkle sucking the paper and pen inside them. There the ink, plastic, and paper converted with a sputter of purple light into bonded psimass that they could materialize into structures of like materials. With the amount of destruction and injury going on each Jinhai had more than enough suitable materials on-hand for the remainder of a locus substrate. The material was suitable though Jinhai is otherwise unable to feel appreciative.

Jinhai's voice to Lolanthe was ever unperturbed if carrying the soft Brownian noise of dust therein, "That material is suitable for creating a temporary instance."

The fourth swirl eye returned and took up position in square formation as it looked to Dennison and the other humankind's question, "The Almanac contains several hundred tomes related to psychoacoustics. Most engineering is metadynamics in nature either arcane or channeled Aetherkind. A book on 'advanced sound engineering' exists that primarily deals in elemental transduction. Many are hazardous to humankind as they are arcane in nature. Humankind may choose for humankind. We are still learning about new technology of humankind. We cannot yet categorize it inside the Almanac. We must first create the loci."

Jinhai moved immediately into creating object the taskful creatures they were. Upon a open-faced palm an inky black cloud of fine silt motes emerges. Each creates a spark in that black nebula manifesting pieces of the bonded matter Jinhai consumed. At first little more than scraps of white as it created the backing wrinkled maroon veins spread across the growing page. Then tanned skin appears atop with flurries of red sparks as a sheet of cellulose backed human vellum is slowly constructed. A clear tattoo took shape in one corner as the vellum expanded proclaiming it Imperial Guard. As tides of construction manifested substrate atop the floating matte fog Jinhai began to write the loci from the inside out. The writing had some indefinable pattern at first but rapidly progressed as an iron weight on the tip of the tongue. The pattern itself calling out to another reality through any minds that might wrongly insist familiarity. The ink pulsed and writ inward a dense ink marking that grew in depth as edges of the vellum are reached.

It offered the patterned scroll to Lolanthe. The lines repeated in some dense pattern but the longer a mind stared at it the more likely it was to insist there was some reachable meaning there. As if staring at it tethered down the image of some distant locale if they just leaned over the cliff far enough. Though some minds might simply feel itching spiders behind one's eyeballs the psionic scrollwork that it was. Still, the creations of Jinhai were stable things nonetheless built for the minds of humankind.

"You must define the world to interface the Almanac so the Loci can connect you or seekers to Myrkul's Vein, Attestor Lolanthe, as you are inadequate to contain it entirely or touch its raw patterns. The answers the world is capable of expressing limit the answers and information the Almanac can provide to it.", the Jinhai advised without any stress in its dusty voice.

As this happened, the knights were being pushed by. Some looked to the gaurds with disgust, they were still angry with the out come of the battle. Though the grand knight, though unmasked and unarmored, still towered over everyone. He looks down at. Teddy as he passes to go to trial, "I'm sorry for what happened to the girl, damned wreckless tripods." If anything the blank stare as he said that enraged the gaurds.


(used to wrong character in the tags so ignore Vorkens Dormon please)