<strong>-- Explorator Thraxius --</strong>(http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=103946.msg4515299#msg4515299)<br/><hr/><br/>Thraxius made a small noise at that question, like the tinny echo of a screw hitting a sheet of metal from a great distance away.  He caught the jutting edge of what passed for a chin between two fingers, wondering how best to word his response.<em>"It may be but a mere blink of time to you, Mistress Yrysriac, but those years carry far more weight than they ought to for me,"</em>he began, uncertain.<em>"I don't know the name of the world I came from, nor do I particularly want to.  There are places in this universe that even Chaos shuns, and that Emperor-forsaken rock was assuredly one of them."</em><br/><br/>His eyes seemed to darken at the thought, as did his demeanor.<em>"Imagine being born in a place where everything wants to kill you and those like you, indiscriminately and without even the most primitive conception of mercy.  Imagine learning to shoot a pistol before learning to talk, because every member of the tribe needed to contribute to its survival.  Imagine having the concept of grief scrubbed from you as early as possible, because death comes so frequently that to take time to mourn each lost life would cripple a man's spirit.  Imagine things that bleed liquid fire and kill in the most indescribably horrific ways, just because some morbid twist of evolution made them that way?"  </em><br/><br/>Thraxius stopped, his augmented heart beating loudly enough to hear even through the dampeners in his ribcage.<em>"That is what I did before I came to my first Imperial world.  I wouldn't recommend it."</em><br/><br/>Now that the mood had been thoroughly massacred, disemboweled, covered in pitch and lit on fire, Thraxius turned to lighter matters.<em>"I eventually escaped that pit by cobbling together the remains of old ships that had been caught in the planet's high gravity.  Began as nothing more than so much primitive scum on some backwater Hive World, did plenty of things I regret doing, and..."</em>He paused again, clearly on the verge of careening down into some other dark place.<em>"Eventually joined the AdMech."</em><br/><br/>There was a move there, he was<em>sure</em>of it.  But his focus was shot by bad memories and the temptress in front of him, and it seemed to take more effort than it was worth to keep his mind on things.  Though he had done well up to that point, the techpriest went out with a whimper on his final move, unable to defend his King from an untimely assassination.<br/><br/><em>"I believe the victory is yours, most esteemed Void Mistress."</em><br/><br/><strong>[Willpower] 35/44</strong>(http://elliquiy.com/forums/dicebot.php?r=29004)<br/><strong>[Logic] 35/54</strong>(http://elliquiy.com/forums/dicebot.php?r=29003)