Warhammer: Start with a dog

"How are you feeling now?" Septimus walked into Octavia's Navigator Hall with a precious jar of fresh water and other gifts.

The woman sitting on the throne still looked very pale and thin, but Septimus was pleased to see that at least her lips were not so pale and her expression was not so uncomfortable. Her hair and clothes were neatly arranged, and her back was covered with soft cushions that looked comfortable and a new blanket - woven with the Imperial Aquila pattern - now being enchanted by her slaves. The dexterous maid sewed on a blindfold, as if it was a superstition. As long as he was blindfolded, he would not be able to see everyone here and everything that happened.

"Not bad, very good, compared to before." The navigator nodded to Talos's mechanic on his throne, showing a slightly tired smile.

"Communication has been comfortable today as well. Ever since they started letting the new captives sweep, clean and tidy up its physical and non-physical bodies, the Echo of the Damned is getting better and better every day. We have just patrolled all the warp routes around here and At the jump point, I didn't see any psychic traps or new tracks - it's really out of the way, but there are two drifting search beacons, but I got around to it, it would be easy if I knew what they were."

"So their tidying up will make your job easier too?"

"Well...yes, it would be better if His Highness or Talos could give me more time to take a hot bath."

"Perhaps next time you can try to find an opportunity to ask Lord Tomakalyon for a look."

"Oh, the Cursed Echo has become very talkative now. It told me a lot about the War Philosopher. I heard that Lord Macarion has been quietly seeking bad luck for Bishop Dietrian?"

"Haha... I can guess some of the reasons for this - at that time, Dietrian obeyed the orders of others and continued to keep him without telling Talos despite Lord Markarian's wishes. I think Lord Markarian He’s not really that angry, he’s more annoyed that Dietrian likes to use the outer armor of his sarcophagus as a mobile gallery to show off his talents.”

She stretched out a hand towards him, motioning for him to come closer, but did not get up.

Because the linking cables and tubes still glowing from the back of her head and wrists, the Navigator now serves the Lord of Night, and his needs are what she deems necessary to prioritize," Valiel said in an hour Came to see me just now.”

The skinning master, the apprentice and evil doctor of the Lord of the Corpses, in his eyes, other creatures may be just a lump of meat that can talk and move and dissect.

Septimus thought, but it would do her sanity no good by not telling Octavia these memories of Valier.

Instead, he softened his voice.

"Valier has been here? What did he say about you and the child?"

The woman smiled slightly, "He said he is in good condition. He," she put her palms on her belly that was beginning to swell, "he is growing up healthily and has no defects, just like His Highness promised."

Someone made a noise next to him. Septimus looked over and found that it was a mutant maid assigned to Octavia by Talos. He remembered that her name seemed to be Sularen? "What's wrong?"

"Lord Valere said that the mistress still needs to supplement her nutrition." Although she hid her deformed body under the bandage and cloak, she was very firm with a strange reproach but not blame, "the mistress insisted. She works for the noble Lord of the Night, but she eats too little. Lord Valier has just injected nutritional supplements for the mistress.”

Septimus' green eyes looked at the navigator, who lowered his eyelashes slightly, "It's not a big problem, I just... I just don't have much appetite."

"This is not possible, Sularun is right. Just in time, look what I brought for you?" The mechanic took out a few things from the portable toolbox he carried carefully, and the servants gathered around the throne. They all let out bursts of exclamation.

Octavia sat up a little straighter.

"The throne." The well-informed daughter of a Terran noble also exclaimed, "Where did you get this...? These aren't very expensive, are they? Did Talos give them to you?"

"It's a gift from the noble Lord of the Night," the mechanic replied with a smile. "Some of them are materials taken from the newly acquired ship we got, and others are said to be the latest batch of results from the ground - tiles Didn't Lieer tell you? He is in a very bad mood now that he is stuck in the plantation and laboratory with the group of prisoners who once wore red armor."

"I didn't notice this. Both Cursed Echo and I just thought that he should look special... hmm...? Oh, look, Sularon! There is actually fruit here! What kind of fruit is this... It's amazing, It’s sour, so sour! I think I can eat a whole bowl of starch porridge with it! Thank you, Septimus.”

He leaned in and she gave him a smiling kiss.

Septimus straightened up with a smile on his lips. Looking at his wife who was happily looking at each other with the servants and choosing which one to eat first or which one to hide, he felt a certain emptiness and darkness in his heart. Awakening, but immediately filled with warm light.

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She comes to seek answers to her dreams.

This is a quiet, beautiful and peaceful void garden.

The incredible jade-like structure supports the crystal-like dome. The rays of the sun hundreds of millions of years ago and the light of the stars a few hours ago shine on the green and soft grass and gurgling springs.

Her steps are light and agile, and each step is like dancing on the ice and blades. Her black hair is long and thick, flowing from the top of her head to the ground, braided into loose braids, and her silver robe is tied with a ruby ​​​​belt. It outlines just the right curves, making her figure more elegant and graceful.

The Banshee Queen is searching for her target.

She looked up and saw a male wearing a robe as dark as night with his back to her. In front of him was a pile of divination runes, lying quietly among the grass leaves and dewdrops, glowing slightly.

"Hello, daughter of Kane and Murray Haig."

"Greetings, noble prophet. How are you?"

"I..." Suddenly, the male who had just been calmly waiting for his visitor jumped up and stared at her, almost losing his temper to the point of surprising the visitor.

"What's wrong with you? Great Prophet Eldrad."

"Why are you here?!" the great prophet of Uthwe Ark shouted loudly, his blue eyes like broken blue crystals flashing with intense confusion, confusion and confusion, "It shouldn't be! It's today! It’s the Howling Banshee, a war that needs to be stopped in advance, a human being that should be killed in advance, but it shouldn’t be you now!”

"It doesn't matter, noble prophet, our sisters have had disturbing dreams, so who is it? Which mon-keigh is it?"

The great prophet who was asked was unusually hesitant.

He picked up the divination runes from the grass again. They were warming up slightly, trembling, and were signs of change.

"Perhaps..." A deep ravine appeared between his slender eyebrows, "Soul hunter, Jaen Zar, the person who is about to meet your sword, kill him and prevent the 'Prophet' from rebuilding their Legion, destroy Uthwe Ark. But this time..."

"Perhaps you should listen to some advice given to us by our ancestors..."