Chrysalis

Titus hated dressing up. But the Golgari High Blades were notorious sticklers for protocol and tradition, so his hands were tied. He'd be damned if he'd put on his full dress uniform though, absolutely no chance. The jumped up pile of rocks would have to be satisfied with him giving his armour a solid polish. So it was that in the final hours of the bridge relay being assembled, Titus took off his elaborate Legion Runic Armour, sat in front of the command tent and attended to the buckles, plates and stone whilst directing his Legion.

His hands worked the leather straps, polished the buckles and cleaned the stone almost automatically, not really having to look at what he was doing, his eyes instead roving over the camp. There wasn't a single Legionary with five years of experience who couldn't clean their armour in their sleep, and Titus had far more than that.

When the job was done, he put the suit back on, almost feeling a sense of relief when the final plate snapped into place, sealing him in.

"Feeling more comfortable commander?" Alberton asked from his seat nearby.

Titus shrugged his shoulders, feeling the heavy suit fall into place on his frame.

"It doesn't feel right being in the field without being armoured up," Titus said.

He performed a few rapid checks with hands, pulling on a plate here, shoving with his palms there, testing the joints and straps. The Loremaster frowned.

"Be careful of the mana …" he began.

"I know," Titus cut him off and continued his meticulous checks.

Alberton was silent for a moment before he continued quietly.

"I worry sometimes, old friend. Just be careful."

Titus didn't look up from his inspection and after a long moment Alberton sighed and rose from his seat, checking every strap and seal on the back of the suit.

"Flawless as always commander," he said, slapping him on the pauldron with one wrinkled hand.

"Are you going to suit up?"

The Loremaster snorted.

"What for? My Skills are in research and documents, not swords and sorcery."

Titus turned and looked his friend in the eye.

isn't quite right on this mission and I don’t want to lose anyone. In fact, pass the order, I want all

Alberton's fault. The mana was rising and the armour

certain level of mana, withdrawal became the next concern, wasting away just like

to find Braxis fussing over

it's six months pay for a

lot easier

"Shut up and work!"

into its housing. The moment it clicked into place, the entire array hummed

it ready?" Titus

Just in time, it's ready to roll. Give it a second to charge and

he'd used a Bridge Relay. As he waited for the mage to finish his work, the younger Legionary watching attentively over his shoulder, Titus thought about the

information? From the Legion? The Legionem Abyssi were not to be lied to, something the Empire of Stone appeared to

knew he was reaching through the array with his

allowed himself to be carried out of his own body.

blade, lay it across his palms and

greet you, Titus of the

with a Legionary salute, crashing his right fist into his chest plate, right over his

Legion sends its greetings,

Titus was familiar with the Golgari, they were a martial people, numerous within the Legion, he knew exactly

his opposite's expression, the

difficulty already? Are the insects too difficult and you must

he just stared, hard, at the Golgari. To his credit, Balta appeared unruffled,

not

a

bold claim you make, commander. By your

this snake curdled Titus' gut, but he kept his face smooth, even as he allowed a little

I decide that your Empire has misled us, then I will petition the Consul for a punitive expedition to be dispatched immediately,"

"You would dare?!"

be

at each other, hands twitching as they longed to grasp weapons that didn't truly exist here

don't believe it was the Empire that provided false information to

clarifying his accusation. If he spoke aloud his suspicions of the High Blade, Balta would be honour bound to