Tales of the Emperasque
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That, however, was the last thing on the Emperor’s mind, now. Mere moments before, his son Vulkan had strode into the Hall of the Throne, resplendent in his new armor, and bent the knee to his father.
“My Emperor, I am once more at your service,” he said, helmet tucked under his arm.
“RISE, MY SON. IT IS GOOD TO SEE YOU WELL AGAIN. ARE YOU FEELING BETTER?”
“I am indeed, Sire,” Vulkan said, replacing his helmet with a hiss of air. “I ask your forgiveness for my earlier comments.” He’Stan and Tu’Shan both stared at Vulkan, their mouths agape, but the Emperor merely smiled with his horrible mouth.
“AS I SAID BEFORE, VULKAN, THERE IS NOTHING TO FORGIVE. YOU WERE BEING TORTURED, WHAT DOES IT BEHOLD US TO HOLD YOU ACCOUNTABLE FOR YOUR TONE? I AM RATHER MORE INTERESTED IN WHAT YOU’VE GOT, THERE.”
“This, father, is a gift from my Battle Brothers, Forgefather He’Stan,” he said, pointing at the Forgefather, “and Chapter Regent Master Tu’Shan, Lord of the Drakes,” he said gesturing at the younger man in turn. “They belabored to create this work of art at your command, in fact.”
“IT’S A HELL OF A LOT BETTER THAN THE ONE I WAS WEARING AT THE END,” the Emperor roared, half-joking. “THOSE ARE FASCINATING ACCOUTREMENTS. ARE THEY THOSE ARTEFACTS OF YOURS?”
“Indeed, Sire. Not all, but enough to turn the tide of a battle. On that note,” Vulkan said, his voice darkening, “I saw hives aflame on my flight in. What’s going on here?”
“I SUSPECT THAT A TAINT, TOO LONG DISMISSED, IS SPREADING, MY SON,” the Emperor said angrily, “AND IT’S MY OWN DAMN FAULT.”