[He owes Barcus so much, for his help and just being one of the first real friends he made here. Also the whole not being able to save him from dying thing. Yeah. That too. ]
[Barcus isn't keeping score, of course. Although he knows full well he's done a few favors for Gadriel too. They're friends, it's all good.]
Well the first thing is I wanted to make a sword for Bel, and I could use some assistance at the workshop with forging it. It'll have to be about half the length of my body to be the right size for him and that gets unwieldy to work with at my size.
So yes, whenever you can set aside a few hours here and there, I need a stronger assistant. I thought of asking Ashton but I think you have more weapons experience in general. [That, and flirting with Ashton would distract him terribly and he wants to do his best work.]
But the other thing is, I keep thinking about old quests. Things that have gone wrong that we've had to fix. And then I keep thinking about what you say about sorcery and the Warp and my alchemical findings.
There was some kind of aberrant corruption in the mines at least once, and then there was that town where the little boy fell into the well. And the sky island, I didn't go there but I heard there were voices that were driving people half crazy.
I suppose some of it can be attributed to the unknown god in the Moon, but I don't think that can be all of it. I think there's something else happening too.
So I suppose I'm asking for your opinion and experiences here. Which is a lot, but perhaps we can talk it over while we work on the sword?
I know nothing. [So Barcus would have to teach him the basics. But he can hit some metal with more metal, for sure.]
Bel has been very kind to me It would be an honor to assist.
[As for the rest... It takes him a while to respond because he knows this is not a conversation to have on a network where they're being most likely monitored, but he doesn't want to SAY that because then other spying things might happen. ] That is an
You know nothing about forging, perhaps, but you know a good weapon when you see one. I think you'll do. I think you might enjoy the process, actually, but really I just need heavy lifting from you.
[Of course Bel has been kind. Barcus smiles to himself. He didn't know whether they knew one another, but it's nice to hear they're friends as well.]
Yes, that's about what I thought you'd say, regarding the topic. [He knows Gadriel doesn't trust the birds, and while it wasn't something Barcus worried about until now, he's starting to get the idea that a little paranoia might be the right way to proceed. After what happened to Lulu...
Well. Secrecy won't hurt anyone.] Oh! Yes, and I'll bring Satchel, as well. We'll have to keep them back from the fires, but they'll probably run around the attic and be fine.
I'll be there in half an hour, come by whenever you have a chance.
I can do that And I would like to learn whatever you can teach. [Whatever might make it through his thick skull.]
Elion is good about avoiding flames [There may have been some...incidents. But he's smarter now.
He's typing as he's walking, Elion bouncing along on his shoulder and it isn't long after Barcus arrives that he does, as well. And a loaf of bread from the lady he still sometimes works for. In case they got hungry. ]
>action, switching to prose format but you do you!
Satchel is less cautious than Elion. She has no fear. Still, the actual forge is hot enough even from a distance that she's smart enough to avoid it. Barcus deposits her in the lounge, but she'll probably come investigate whenever Gadriel arrives with Elion. Cat friend! If only she had wings, too...
Please no one give Satchel wings, it would be a disaster.
Barcus is actually shirtless at the forge due to the heat, but there's a leather apron protecting his chest. It still leaves his back and arms bare, and sadly his physique is not as chiseled as Gadriel's, but there's enough wiry muscle in his shoulders to give him some credibility as a smith. Also a few scars on his lower back.
"Hello, Sergeant!" he greets warmly. "And you too, Elion. Mm...I'm just heating the ingot right now, so we have time to chat while that goes on."
((ooc: I know so little about smithing, please forgive the vagueness))
prose is always better I don't remember why I didn't switch
Elion doesn't fear much but he doesn't want his cat dad upset so he skirts around fire and things that look breakable (like some things in the camp.) But he brought his favorite toy, a spring Gadriel had made by wrapping wire around one finger. Because he is a good guest and wants to share. It's not a perfect spring, a little lumpy and uneven but that just makes it bounce better when he swats it. He's eager to show Satchel, so he'll flap over to her and drop it in front of her.
Gadriel let him go to find the Archmagos, who is easy to spot, at least. Not as easy as nine feet of idiot, but still. "You have concerns about recent events." Hi, how are you, let's talk paranoia.
Satchel is so excited to have a friend to play with that even a new toy cannot compete. They'll have a grand time together.
Barcus is far less likely to leap onto Gadriel's back and chew on his ears than the cats are, but he is also very pleased to see him. Still, it's very like the Sergeant to get right to business, and that's fine. Barcus turns the ingot in the forge gently, then sets his tongs aside and leans his hip against his anvil. "Not just recent events. Remember how we talked about the Veilwalkers, as well? I don't know. I was chalking all the entropy and strangeness up to the influence of the Moon and the Unknown god up until now, but on reflection, I'm not sure that's right."
"There are usually multiple forces at work at any given time. Sometimes they're connected, but sometimes they're not. I'm wondering if there's a presence at work in Caldera that's not even of this dimension, and that's why they wanted us here. Because we're not of this dimension, either."
You can't be an Ultramarine and not focus on business first. Primarch Guilliman would be appalled.
He keeps an eye on Elion, who is intent on showing Satchel how to play with the spring, for a moment, before he speaks. Get comfy, Barcus because it's a loredump.
"The Warp, in my world, began as the Sea of Souls, a benign place where souls of all dead things returned to energy. It became corrupted with the arrival of Chaos Gods. Chaos wants to expand its territory, unwilling to stop until everything has given way to entropy. The Imperium stands in opposition to it: order against disorder.
Daemons push through the Warp. People hear voices, or see things, or areas of a planet become...strange where the laws of the understood world do not work. I have long suspected that is the case here.
But it is not just one presence--each Chaos God and each daemon fights with their own agenda."
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Archmagos.
Anything I can assist you with
I will gladly do.
[He owes Barcus so much, for his help and just being one of the first real friends he made here. Also the whole not being able to save him from dying thing. Yeah. That too. ]
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Well the first thing is I wanted to make a sword for Bel, and I could use some assistance at the workshop with forging it. It'll have to be about half the length of my body to be the right size for him and that gets unwieldy to work with at my size.
So yes, whenever you can set aside a few hours here and there, I need a stronger assistant. I thought of asking Ashton but I think you have more weapons experience in general. [That, and flirting with Ashton would distract him terribly and he wants to do his best work.]
But the other thing is, I keep thinking about old quests. Things that have gone wrong that we've had to fix. And then I keep thinking about what you say about sorcery and the Warp and my alchemical findings.
There was some kind of aberrant corruption in the mines at least once, and then there was that town where the little boy fell into the well. And the sky island, I didn't go there but I heard there were voices that were driving people half crazy.
I suppose some of it can be attributed to the unknown god in the Moon, but I don't think that can be all of it. I think there's something else happening too.
So I suppose I'm asking for your opinion and experiences here. Which is a lot, but perhaps we can talk it over while we work on the sword?
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to assist
but
I know nothing. [So Barcus would have to teach him the basics. But he can hit some metal with more metal, for sure.]
Bel has been very
kind to me
It would be an
honor to assist.
[As for the rest... It takes him a while to respond because he knows this is not a conversation to have on a network where they're being most likely monitored, but he doesn't want to SAY that because then other spying things might happen. ]
That is
an
interesting topic.
May I bring Elion
to the forge?
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[Of course Bel has been kind. Barcus smiles to himself. He didn't know whether they knew one another, but it's nice to hear they're friends as well.]
Yes, that's about what I thought you'd say, regarding the topic. [He knows Gadriel doesn't trust the birds, and while it wasn't something Barcus worried about until now, he's starting to get the idea that a little paranoia might be the right way to proceed. After what happened to Lulu...
Well. Secrecy won't hurt anyone.] Oh! Yes, and I'll bring Satchel, as well. We'll have to keep them back from the fires, but they'll probably run around the attic and be fine.
I'll be there in half an hour, come by whenever you have a chance.
>>action?
And I would like
to learn whatever
you can teach. [Whatever might make it through his thick skull.]
Elion is good
about avoiding flames [There may have been some...incidents. But he's smarter now.
He's typing as he's walking, Elion bouncing along on his shoulder and it isn't long after Barcus arrives that he does, as well. And a loaf of bread from the lady he still sometimes works for. In case they got hungry. ]
>action, switching to prose format but you do you!
Please no one give Satchel wings, it would be a disaster.Barcus is actually shirtless at the forge due to the heat, but there's a leather apron protecting his chest. It still leaves his back and arms bare, and sadly his physique is not as chiseled as Gadriel's, but there's enough wiry muscle in his shoulders to give him some credibility as a smith. Also a few scars on his lower back.
"Hello, Sergeant!" he greets warmly. "And you too, Elion. Mm...I'm just heating the ingot right now, so we have time to chat while that goes on."
((ooc: I know so little about smithing, please forgive the vagueness))
prose is always better I don't remember why I didn't switch
Gadriel let him go to find the Archmagos, who is easy to spot, at least. Not as easy as nine feet of idiot, but still. "You have concerns about recent events." Hi, how are you, let's talk paranoia.
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Barcus is far less likely to leap onto Gadriel's back and chew on his ears than the cats are, but he is also very pleased to see him. Still, it's very like the Sergeant to get right to business, and that's fine. Barcus turns the ingot in the forge gently, then sets his tongs aside and leans his hip against his anvil. "Not just recent events. Remember how we talked about the Veilwalkers, as well? I don't know. I was chalking all the entropy and strangeness up to the influence of the Moon and the Unknown god up until now, but on reflection, I'm not sure that's right."
"There are usually multiple forces at work at any given time. Sometimes they're connected, but sometimes they're not. I'm wondering if there's a presence at work in Caldera that's not even of this dimension, and that's why they wanted us here. Because we're not of this dimension, either."
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He keeps an eye on Elion, who is intent on showing Satchel how to play with the spring, for a moment, before he speaks. Get comfy, Barcus because it's a loredump.
"The Warp, in my world, began as the Sea of Souls, a benign place where souls of all dead things returned to energy. It became corrupted with the arrival of Chaos Gods. Chaos wants to expand its territory, unwilling to stop until everything has given way to entropy. The Imperium stands in opposition to it: order against disorder.
Daemons push through the Warp. People hear voices, or see things, or areas of a planet become...strange where the laws of the understood world do not work. I have long suspected that is the case here.
But it is not just one presence--each Chaos God and each daemon fights with their own agenda."