Message To Inquisitor Stryde

[MagusKariusPrelune]

Originally posted by Stryde

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+++Incoming Transmission+++
+++Classification: Dark Omega+++
+++Author: Inquisitor Dracos+++
+++Subject: A Call to Arms+++
+++Thought of the Day: Apologies are like bland food, take them with a grain of salt+++

My Beloved Student,

It has been too long since I have contacted you. I only wish it were under better circumstances that I would finally reach you. A war is brewing, a war of recklessness and foolishness that will leave us exposed and vulnerable. With my constant travels, I have had little time to monitor the inner workings of our institution. But many disturbing revelations have been all too prophetic of our future. I beg you, Jenna, DO NOT get involved!

I pray you are well. We will meet soon enough. I have not the time or privacy to reveal when and where yet, for I am being followed. I have been pondering what to say to you for too long, and regrettably must make this brief.

I am sorry.

Walk in the Light, my daughter, and may your gaze pierce the shadows from time to time.

=][= Brant Dracos, Ordo Xenos

+++End Transmission+++

Update your IC profiles, pretty please?

[MagusKariusPrelune]

Originally posted by Stryde

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With a clenched bionic fist, Inquisitor Stryde grasped the flimsy papyrus message. Rage coursed her young veins. Dracos! Her mentor had awaken his hibernation, it seemed. Either that, or he was in desperate need.

It had been over eight years since she had last seen the old man, and their last meeting had been broken on the worst of terms. They still kept in contact, from time to time, in the form of cryptic messages. But a meeting?

Running her good hand through her silky blonde and orange hair, she grasped a fist full and growled. He had 'set her free', so-to-speak, on that day long ago. She was reminded again of the circumstances of her inductance into the Holy Inquisition, and the events that caused her father's death at her own hands.

The message fell apart in her grinding metal fingers, her sea-green eyes stairing at the rare paper. As the pieces fell to the floor, she slammed the intricate fist into the bulkhead. "Damn Dracos and his damn schemes! If some upstart wants to war the Emperor Ordained Inquisition, then war is what he will get!" Drooping her head and dropping her arms to her sides, a noticable dent sculpted the ship's wall where she punched.

"Where and when, 'Father', where and when," Jenna's resolve overshadowed her ire.

Update your IC profiles, pretty please?

Update your IC profiles, pretty please?