Post by MagusKariusPrelune on Sept 26, 2004 5:21:10 GMT -5
Originally posted by piousservant
Kreisau smiled sadly as he looked out over the vast cornfields of Amoris IV. After his life had been destroyed on Terra, only a few months ago though it felt like a lifetime, he had fled here. He had visited here before, on the tail of a xenos-sympathiser. Back before he had become one himself, the irony was not lost on him.
He turned sharply as he heard the gravel crunch behind him. He shook his head as he saw Matthias, his concierge from better times, slowly limp up towards him. Even here he was jumping at shadows, paranoia was a new feeling for him but one he had felt a lot these past few months. “Matthias, what brings you up here?” Asked Kreisau jovially.
He frowned as Matthias did not reply. “Matthias, are you alright?”<br>
Again he did not reply. Suddenly ‘Matthias’ leapt forward, pulling out a small silver dagger, its ornate handle etched with a grilling skull motif. Kreisau gasped, a look of shook on his face, as the assassin plunged the dagger through his rib cage. The assassin withdrew the blade and stepped back as Kreisau fell to the floor. Matthias features grew vague and indistinct soon fading away entirely to reveal the black syth-skin of the Ordos Sicarius operative.
The impassive operative knelt down over Kreisau’s body, seemingly a out of place act of compassion. But it was not. As the assassin knelt over Kreisau the syth-skin slowly began to change again taking the form of the dead Inquisitor....
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"Always remember no fortress is impregnable, in defence or offence."
-Inquisitor-General Fyyar, Ordo Sicarus during the Ophelian Crusade.
Kreisau smiled sadly as he looked out over the vast cornfields of Amoris IV. After his life had been destroyed on Terra, only a few months ago though it felt like a lifetime, he had fled here. He had visited here before, on the tail of a xenos-sympathiser. Back before he had become one himself, the irony was not lost on him.
He turned sharply as he heard the gravel crunch behind him. He shook his head as he saw Matthias, his concierge from better times, slowly limp up towards him. Even here he was jumping at shadows, paranoia was a new feeling for him but one he had felt a lot these past few months. “Matthias, what brings you up here?” Asked Kreisau jovially.
He frowned as Matthias did not reply. “Matthias, are you alright?”<br>
Again he did not reply. Suddenly ‘Matthias’ leapt forward, pulling out a small silver dagger, its ornate handle etched with a grilling skull motif. Kreisau gasped, a look of shook on his face, as the assassin plunged the dagger through his rib cage. The assassin withdrew the blade and stepped back as Kreisau fell to the floor. Matthias features grew vague and indistinct soon fading away entirely to reveal the black syth-skin of the Ordos Sicarius operative.
The impassive operative knelt down over Kreisau’s body, seemingly a out of place act of compassion. But it was not. As the assassin knelt over Kreisau the syth-skin slowly began to change again taking the form of the dead Inquisitor....
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"Always remember no fortress is impregnable, in defence or offence."
-Inquisitor-General Fyyar, Ordo Sicarus during the Ophelian Crusade.