⠀⠀ ⠀⠀ | 𝐀𝐔𝐑𝐎𝐑𝐀 // 𝐃𝐀𝐖𝐍𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐄𝐋 | | 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘱𝘳𝘪𝘯𝘤𝘦𝘴𝘴 // 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘵𝘦𝘦𝘥 | ↻ + ♡ ? ⠀⠀

⠀⠀ ⠀⠀ | 𝐑𝐎𝐒𝐄𝐓𝐓𝐀 // 𝐏𝐒𝐘𝐊𝐄𝐑 | | 𝘰𝘯𝘤𝘦-𝘮𝘰𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳 // 𝘵𝘦𝘭𝘦𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘦 | —𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒐𝒉 𝒉𝒐𝒘 𝒊𝒕 𝒘𝒊𝒍𝒍 𝒃𝒖𝒓𝒏. ❜ ↻ + ♡ ? ⠀⠀

⠀⠀ ⠀ | 𝐎𝐋𝐘𝐌𝐏𝐈𝐀 // 𝐈𝐑𝐎𝐍 𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐑𝐈𝐎𝐑 | | 𝘩𝘺𝘱𝘦𝘳-𝘢𝘨𝘨𝘳𝘦𝘴𝘴𝘪𝘷𝘦 // 𝘵𝘢𝘤𝘵𝘪𝘤𝘪𝘢𝘯 | —𝐧𝐨 𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐜𝐚𝐫𝐞𝐝 𝐞𝐧𝐨𝐮𝐠𝐡 𝐭𝐨 𝐟𝐢𝐧𝐝 𝐨𝐮𝐭. ❞ ↻ + ♡ ? ⠀⠀

ㅤ ㅤ Enjoying a finely brewed glass of Amasec as Earthshakers bark in the distance. He had been deployed to some backwater planet, the planet's guard too incompetent to hold back some meager number of Orks. Still, he found time to enjoy himself. ㅤ ㅤ

ㅤ ㅤ The nobleman and his servant sat across from one another, the ancient man's hands shaking as he moved wooden pieces about on a game board. They've been playing some unnecessarily complex game of strategy that only they seem to know. ㅤ ㅤ

⠀⠀ ⠀⠀ 𝙄𝙈𝙋𝙊𝙎𝙎𝙄𝘽𝙇𝙔 𝙇𝙊𝙐𝘿 𝙒𝘼𝙍𝙃𝙊𝙍𝙉— The Princess has arrived. ⠀⠀

⠀⠀ ⠀⠀ | 𝐇𝐀𝐑𝐋𝐎𝐖 // 𝐇𝐄𝐋𝐋𝐃𝐈𝐕𝐄𝐑 | | 𝘴𝘱𝘪𝘭𝘭 𝘰𝘪𝘭 // 𝘴𝘲𝘶𝘢𝘴𝘩 𝘣𝘶𝘨𝘴 | 𝑯𝒂𝒑𝒑𝒊𝒍𝒚 𝒔𝒆𝒓𝒗𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝑳𝒊𝒃𝒆𝒓-𝒕𝒆𝒂! ↻ + ♡ ? ⠀⠀

ㅤ ㅤ A tremendous whine of servo-motors as the Paladin Knight stood to its full height, having been crouched down on one knee. Then, as weapon arms leveled and activated, the thunderous warhorn roared across the battlefield. The time had come for war. ㅤ ㅤ

ㅤ ㅤ Resting his limp wrist upon the pommel of his regal chainsword, the weapon hanging in a genuine leather scabbard at his hip. The other hand is held before his face, being inspected for dirt under his fingernails. ㅤ ㅤ

ㅤ ㅤ ' Disgusting creatures. . . ' ㅤ ㅤ

ㅤ ㅤ Once again, the Nobleman is sitting at an ancient table with his equally ancient servant. Another game of strategy, the old, snobby servant seemingly winning. . . ㅤ ㅤ