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.

I don’t want to lose anyone. In fact, pass the order, I want all personnel to be battle ready

the Loremaster’s spluttering protestations, Titus turned and strode toward the communications tent. As he walked he managed to loosen his jaw and tamp down his anger. It wasn't Alberton's fault. The mana was rising and the armour drank it in, pouring it into his

mana, withdrawal became the next concern, wasting away just like a monster would. What the old Legionary worried about was something only high level individuals had to be

the opening of the stiff canvas tent to find Braxis

careful! That thing cracks and it's six months pay for

be a lot easier if you'd stop shouting at

"Shut up and work!"

Donnelan, rolled his eyes as he placed the precious core into its housing. The moment it clicked into place, the entire array

Titus rumbled from

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

and strode around the tent to stand in front of the device. This was far from the first time 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 current campaign. The more he thought, the higher his temper flared

information? From the Legion? The Legionem Abyssi were not to be lied to, something the

distant and eyes seemed to be open but saw nothing. Titus knew he was reaching through the array with his mind,

carried out of his own body. There was a feeling of being dragged, and a rush

the Golgari drew his blade, lay it across his palms and bowed

I greet you, Titus

crashing his right fist into

Abyssal Legion sends its greetings, High Blade,"

weighed each other. Titus was familiar with

contempt from his opposite's expression, the High Blade Balta sneered as

Has the Legion run into difficulty already? Are the insects too difficult and you

Golgari.

Abyssi does not appreciate when information is

a raised

you? This is a bold claim you make, commander. By your honour, I trust you have proof,"

the mouth of this snake curdled Titus' gut, but he kept his face smooth, even as

petition the Consul for a punitive expedition to be dispatched immediately," Titus spoke evenly, "perhaps after we put a few cities to the torch your people will remember

"You would dare?!"

be my

to grasp weapons that didn't truly exist here

it was the Empire that provided false

of the High Blade, Balta would be honour bound to defend himself. Better to let those words