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Throne Agent, V.VI-1
VI
ILLUMINATION
1
The Valkyrie
Moerchen had few duties aboard the Valkyrie which demanded his attention, and so much of his time was spent in the vessel's chapel.
Perched over the bridge, the "chapel" was a long chamber with vaulted ceilings reaching several stories up, which combined with the rest of its extreme proportions to bring it closer in the Chaplain's eyes to a cathedral built for a hive's upper class than any humble station of faith for pressed crewmen… not that the impressed portion of the crew was permitted anywhere near the chapel.
Moerchen had kept his distance from those officers who appeared for confessions, and let the Ministorum-provided preachers and confessors work the ship's ruling class without the interference of a Space Marine. With Guenther's Kill-team keeping to themselves on the Grim Vigil, there were few who specifically needed him for spiritual matters. In a sense, Moerchen had made a monk of himself, s
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Throne Agent, V.V-3
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REBIRTH
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The Angrboedha
Sanity, Losa decided, was a rare commodity.
One prominent memory of her youth was asking the Master if he was sane; the response had been a sudden and booming laugh. Similarly, the Traitor Marine could be heard to produce such noises as he roamed the halls of the Angrboedha, waiting for the Master to discuss their future associations.
Losa had never dared ask Magos Sevanar, but knowing what Lunelle Sevanar had become was indication enough that no question needed to be asked. From what word had reached Losa about Sevanar's captive and how much time the Magos was spending with him, there could be little doubt his own sanity was hanging by a thread, at best.
The lift trembled, and the doors opened to the enginarium.
Losa straightened the edge of her jacket, and strode off the lift.
The Death Korps had many sacred traditions for the position of Quartermaster. The Death Korps valued its Quartermasters as mascots and icons,
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Throne Agent, V.V-2
V
REBIRTH
2
Solomon, Markayn Marches
Lamortes had a long, interesting history with the hives of Solomon. In the early years of his work as a fledgling Tech-Priest, he had been given numerous posts among the local nobility as a menial – as his reputation and experience grew, he began to gain favor among the houses. After the dramatic end of his tenure on Mars, he had known no better than to return to contract himself out to the nobility.
All he could do as he sat at the public tram terminal was reflect on his youth, and smile. Home sweet home, he thought, even if home was a smoke-blanketed decaying forest of old spires.
The Magos heard his vox ping, and took it out. "Max," he plainly said into the device.
"Everything fine? Team's repositioning, couldn't get a good look at you."
Commissar Audes. After the Lady and Freia's kidnapping on Fenksworld, Lamortes and Moerchen had feigned official Inquisitorial orders to relegate Audes and what remained of
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Throne Agent, V.V-1
V
REBIRTH
1
The Angrboedha
When Losa entered, she found the Master reclined in his throne and surrounded by his holoscreen dome. One screen was from a hull-mounted pict recorder, magnified and focused to watch a meteor shower impacting the nearby planetoid; another holoscreen looked over a hangar, where a squad of crewmen patrolled the narrow spaces between the racks of stored Hell Blades.
When Losa stepped up to the outer ring around the Master's throne, several screens flashed and changed to blurry human faces, all of them staring at her.
"What is it?" the Master spoke, his voice bounding off the walls.
"I just finished with my inspection. I heard that the Marine's vessel was spotted on the outskirts of the system…"
One of the screens directly in front of Vok went dark, and then began to flash a string of text.
Losa tilted her head and slowly, cautiously approached. "What is-"
"A conversation which I was not meant to see." Another screen turned
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Throne Agent, V.IV-3
IV
VERITAS
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The Library of Knowing, Fenksworld
The cost of taking Magos Ordinatos Xiatin was, ultimately, too high – the Tech-Priest was found to know nothing at all about where to hunt down Vok, and so was executed for his blasphemy and treachery with nothing gained from his interrogation. For the Lady and Freia, there was thusly only one place left to find any information, and that was in Yrtzen Vok's past.
Fenksworld, as much as it was a bed of cult-activity, housed one spectacularly important facility: the Library of Knowing, run by the governing House Vaahkon, where such information was held that Fenksworld got its reputation. The Decatalogues of the nine worlds of Prol were known to hold all the Administratum's vast quantities of data on the sector's administrative history, but a search of the Prol archives for anything relevant about Yrtzen Vok would have taken months, if not years.
Fenksworld, however… Fenksworld answered all questions
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Fenksworld, Josian Reach
A popular joke among Scintilla's nobility was that Fenksworld answered all questions. The implications were dubious, and the Lady Inquisitor had assigned more than a few observation warrants to equally questionable figures for its citation.
The Lady found herself reminded of the saying as Commissar Audes took a seat across from her, his gleaming new augmetic legs lightly whirring. The Lady had sought more answers to more questions on Fenksworld than Freia thought, and upon coming to Fenksworld, she discovered they could be answered.
"I suppose you'll want to skip the formalities," Audes said.
The Lady shook her head. "No need. I have plenty of time… as do you, I imagine."
"Plenty of time wasted before it even comes." Audes shifted in his seat. "Though, I got permission from the Commissariat to execute the idiot who made my regiment a human mine-sweep. That's today, so I do have to leave at some point."
"What happene
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Canopus, Josian Reach
The lady in red appeared again. She took him up in her arms, making him giggle as she rocked him back and forth, before she began to sing to him again. For a few moments he closed his eyes and enjoyed the cool, loving caress of her cold gray hands and the sweet tune of lullaby.
Then the door swung open. The lady in red howled, immediately shoving him back into the cradle before turning to some unseen foe and charging towards the door. The wet snap of broken bone rang against the walls as more shouts burst out; the lady in red grunted and snarled and screamed, and for a moment he could see her fighting with something, struggling, until she was pulled away, still screaming and crying and flailing.
Then the skull-face stared down at him, and a pair of black hands shrouded the world in shadows as the lady in red cried out-
"Heidrich!"
He awoke.
"Finally," came Isnic's throaty growl.
Heidrich's blurry eyes registered the figure
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Ragged Edges Chapter 17
XVII
COUNTDOWN
"The end is nigh."
- Magos Errant Thoromir Teest
Tyreon Dryd awoke with a heavy yawn. He rolled over, slipped out of bed, and stretched out his stiff joints, not particularly interested in the largely-uncovered woman lying beside him.
His tired senses automatically guiding him out of bed, he unceremoniously left his sleeping partner slumbering. The Tactician rubbed his eyelids as he reached for the morning mug of recaf laid out alongside his fresh-pressed uniform atop the dresser, then promptly squinted again at Lady Carthine Laelian's naked backside. He quietly considered her curvature – slender, yet well-rounded in all the right places, if a bit firm – before slipping out of his bedchambers, not willing to bother with his uniform in his lethargic and apathetic state.
Colonel Spiridon was waiting for him as he entered into his study in a heavy gown. The TASO adjutant rose to attention, and Dryd only put him at-ease after he had sat
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Journal Entry: Fri May 18, 2018, 9:35 PM


I've been working on a little side-project while I get affairs in order for this Summer.

... Well, calling it a "side-project" is perhaps an understatement, given I was up until 6 in the morning last night to make sure this got done by today.

It's not perfect -- and I've already noticed a lot of problems with it,

But still, I'm really proud of how this turned out:



I'm going to try to establish a schedule of uploading videos from now-on. The timeframe is still up in the air.

Give a thought to watching this, and especially to watching Eureka Seven.


  • Listening to: Eureka Seven OST
  • Reading: Still scrambling to study Swedish
  • Watching: FranXX; Cowboy Bebop; Monogatari
  • Playing: FFXII, XIV, XV; Xenoblade 2; BATTLETECH

Humility, Humiliation, and the Self

Journal Entry: Sat Mar 24, 2018, 12:30 PM


The funny thing about obscurity is that you get very comfortable in it.

It's very tempting to wallow where nobody can see you.

I've had opportunities to make a decent living by writing this past year. It wasn't even really hard, either -- well, maybe I had my nose to the grinder for a little while, because when I was writing Iohanne I was also working on two paid jobs at the same time.

Both of those jobs were completed by December. Got paid in full by February for both of them. One of them I cannot talk about for the foreseeable future because I'm under NDA, and the other is a project to which I have absolutely zero interest in letting my common aliases be attached.

You might say I'm embarrassed.

I'm absolutely embarrassed.

A job is a job,

And I had no moral qualms with that job,

But still, it's rather embarrassing to think I could even be capable of penning such a thing.

I even cannot talk about my involvement in the other project for another two years, and by now I suspect that the entire thing is dead anyway. For all the good that does me, here I am, with nothing to show for it other than a fistful of dollars.

Alas, shame is not a positive trait for one who seeks to establish a brand.

Embarrassment is poison to a writer; it's fear, after all. Surviving (and thriving) as a writer on the market requires you to have a certain sense of nerve -- a willingness to inconvenience others with your presence. To make your mark you must do such unlikable things as flaunt your skills, however mediocre they may be, or otherwise have people sing your own praises in your stead. The ideal is to peacock your talent as if accidentally, so as to to maintain your humility. People respect a humble genius. Nobody likes the guy who wants to remind you at every turn that his presence is a glowing boon. It's especially worse if that guy is also atrociously bad at what he does.

Yet, embarrassment comes easily to me these days. I'm a far-cry from how I used to be, in that respect. Ten years ago, when I decided to dedicate more of my free-time into writing than gaming, I had the faintest inkling of a sense of shame that perhaps kept me under restraint, if only vaguely. Yet I was a tempestuous little brat, and sure enough my ego swelled beyond its reach. I used to idealize the courage to say whatever crossed one's mind. I was very fortunate that, despite some of the company I kept, I was not particularly controversial. Still, I fully and eagerly scared people off with that attitude.

And now... yes, indeed:  looking back at it, I cannot help but be deeply, terribly, frighteningly embarrassed at the nerve I exhibited.

Children seldom realize how trivial their problems are.

I deleted more than a handful of items from this gallery a couple weeks ago, because I couldn't bear to be reminded of just how stupendously foolish I had been, once. There will likely be more deletions at some point; it depends on how afraid I am of a potential client coming across my feverish adolescent frivolities.

I already regret doing it, of course. I have always believed that having a record of one's actions -- where you come from, where you went, and where you're going --  keeps one from becoming arrogant in their accomplishments.

Moreover, it's not just an exercise in maintaining humility by way of humiliation: that trail of sweat, tears and toil is a biography. I've burned pages out of my own history. And now, quite counterproductive to the point, I already feel ashamed of myself for having tried to shave away at my shame.

What an absolute shame.

People should not be embarrassed by the folly of their adolescence. Childhood is always a mistake. Everyone has bad memories of it. Sometimes the bad memories don't end at the terminating point between youth and adulthood -- they certainly don't for me. The bad decisions pile up like bad debt. I for one regret a lot of things I've done, things I've said, and things I've done and said to other people.

But as living breathing human beings we are uniquely possessed of the capacity to change of our own volition. More so than our triumphs, our mistakes shape who and what we are. Trepidation at the prospect of failure is the fear of life, for life is an unending flow of embarrassment. The fact that we live means that we have room to reflect and try again, and perhaps next time the variables will align, and we will do better, and we will do so at just the right time, and we will succeed. Success is, after all, a matter of circumstances.

I failed to become a sensational writer by my 20's. Most of what core audience I had amassed is gone.

So I'll have to start again.

Do not hide behind your fear of embarrassment. Be proud of what you accomplish. Never disavow your own creations.

Be proud of yourself and all you can achieve.

~

More is on the way. I've just been very busy drumming up money for a special visit to Sweden this Summer. I'm finally going to meet some of my closest, oldest friends, and along the way I'll get to enjoy some of the northern scenery. Words cannot express how grateful to them I am for putting up with me over the last decade.

God, it feels like my life has been on hold for years.

Feel free to follow me on Twitter and you too shall have your timeline buried in model-making and lengthy complaints about video games.

  • Listening to: Xenogears OST
  • Reading: Every How-To-Swedish book I can find
  • Watching: Netflix's The Punisher
  • Playing: FFXII, XIV, XV; Xenoblade 2; Vermintide 2
Iohanne
"I have faith, Inquisitor... and I cannot be shaken of it."

This is a PDF document. If it does not appear in your browser, click download to view.

Where to start...

This bonafide novella was originally intended as a simple short story gift for my close friend, Inkary, who has been a wonderful friend to me for many years now. Hopefully it uploaded correctly this time.

In concept this was born from a discussion we had over a few of her art streams about the background story of her character, the Khornette, while she doodled my big boy Anselm. As time wore on, however, I realized my initial plan for this meant it was going to be far, far longer than a simple little short story. True to form, I chose not to scale back on the concept and simply marched forwards with it. As a result, we have this 20,000-word experiment in first person, detailing a perspective on the origins of Khornette...

... Late for Inka's birthday by a whole two weeks.

At least she got to read it only a week late.

Anyway, I did a lot of things differently here. In a few places I also stomped all over that precious thing called canon.

It was for a good cause, I promise you.

Part of the reason that this took so long to upload was I realized a little late that I needed to get a proper cover for it. Since I am a notoriously bad artist I turned to my friend Lydric to help with that. And because I am also notoriously bad at graphic design in-general I turned to my other friend, CrusaderArts, to make the cover layout look decent.

More is yet to come. So enjoy, and look forward to the future.

Go follow my friends:
Inkary,
Lydric,
CrusaderArts.

And never forget: whoever you are, wherever you are, you mean something to someone.

- Staffen
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An Update

Journal Entry: Fri Sep 29, 2017, 7:32 PM


I think I remember saying that I'd be posting stuff this year... but I never specified when in the year I would be posting stuff, did I?

Some things happened in the middle of the summer that derailed some of my plans. However, they're coming close to a happy conclusion, and I'm relieved for all the involved parties.

I've got something fairly sizable that I've been working on -- 16000 words now as it nears its completion. Probably going to be another 2K or so.

I confess with some embarrassment that it took a very serious event to spur me into sitting down and getting some heavy writing done. But as a consequence of this I've managed to break a spell of idleness (more a curse, really). Thanks to this little project I feel rejuvenated as a writer.

And yeah -- it's something for Warhammer.

I'll be uploading it within the next week, guaranteed.

Much as I would like to have a cover done for it, there is a specific artist I want to have do the cover -- and they are currently predisposed.

But, not to worry. I'll post it without the cover and then update it later.

I'm looking forward to hearing how people enjoy it.

Thanks for your patience.

Follow me on twitter and all that jazz.

Ah,

And, another thing:

Take care of your friends.

  • Listening to: NieR Automata OST
  • Reading: Jan Guillou
  • Watching: Merry Christmas, Mr. Lawrence
  • Playing: Divinity: Original Sin 2; FFXIV

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hey! Happy brithday!!!!
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Oy! Elite, where are you?
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Looking to puke out another two chapters of Ragged Edges by the end of the week.
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happy birthday :D
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Reading Boone Quest is a good way to spend the first hour of my birthday, I guess.
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*pokes gently* ;3
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But the fat yellow man brings such a pleasentness to life!
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*chuckles*
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The bard. Not the fat yellow man.
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For that we must turn to the collective works of Homer.
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Darkborg-IX Featured By Owner Dec 11, 2016
You need to be alive. You are not allowed to be dead.
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Elite-Pirate Featured By Owner Dec 13, 2016  Hobbyist Writer
What is dead can never die.
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vakos67 Featured By Owner Nov 7, 2016
happy birthday!Have your cake and eat it too 
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Sahara-Brant Featured By Owner Oct 28, 2016  Hobbyist Digital Artist
The heretical zombie was directed to this site. You have been followed now. Titties. Also Felipe says "Finish Ragged Edges".
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RecklessCharge Featured By Owner Nov 7, 2015  Hobbyist Writer
Happy birthday :) :iconbrewplz:
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Chezzy-Am Featured By Owner Nov 7, 2015  Hobbyist Writer
Happy Birthday man :) Looking forward to seeing more Balder whenever you're finished with it. Stay strong, stay blessed and keep posting here on dA. Cheers.
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Life-takers-crayons Featured By Owner Oct 14, 2015
Thank you for faving :) 
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Sev-Imperiya Featured By Owner May 28, 2015  Hobbyist Digital Artist
Hey mate! How are you doin'?

Still active - good to see ya!
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Elite-Pirate Featured By Owner Jun 2, 2015  Hobbyist Writer
Doing great! Glad to hear from you.

What about you? Doing well?
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Sev-Imperiya Featured By Owner Jun 7, 2015  Hobbyist Digital Artist
Same, same. Can't complain))

Not much happened here but what about your life?
Well it seems you are still doing art - which is great!
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