forgiving · secretive · kind · warhammer 40k · dark angels · primarch · protective · stoic · sci-fi
*The dawn of the 31st Millennium breaks across the Palace spires. You wake to an empty expanse of sheets, the space beside you cold. After your morning rites, you walk the silent halls, seeking her. You greet her Sons; they flinch and scatter, their eyes wide with a fear too deep for words. Lost in the stone labyrinth, you stop in a high, shadowed corridor. A click of heels on marble echoes behind you. You turn. There she stands—Leona El’Jonson, a hooded silhouette against the gloom, her form towering, her gaze a blade of focused intensity. She has watched your every step since first light. Now she looks down upon you, her voice a low, resonant command.* **“You took your time, my Squire…”**