Prophet of Bogan
The daily affairs aboard the Harbinger of Absolution were hardly uneventful, even if they were slightly dull. There was seemingly no end to the meetings and reports that He had to oversee and partake in, the deluge of sheer information that had to be categorized and sorted through was simply taxing. A necessity to be sure of course but hardly exciting and interesting beyond simply seeing how His forces and operations were developing. Yet even He needed a break from the endless lines of text and data filtering in from all across the disparate enclaves of the Order of Wonosa, and He had quite the break in mind.
Darth Strosius had taken His leave from the logistics and information sessions in the meeting room for His own sake and sanity, calling a recess which His exhausted officers were perhaps even more appreciative of than He was. His stride back to His section of the vessel, not at all exclusively His own of course but rather simply a portion of the officer deck which He had requisitioned for His quarters and workshop, was blissfully silent and distinctly lacking in activity from any of the crew members or officers. Undoubtedly they were eager to find some reprieve and respite in the ship's canteen and recreation facilities.
Normally He would have mourned the loss of interacting with His crew and followers yet at the moment all He wanted was to get back to His workshop as swiftly as possible. Only once He crossed the threshold and the door behind Him slid shut did He allow Himself to heave a sigh and slump slightly from His typical composed posture. Darth Strosius stepped past His alchemical arrangements and forge, past His Oubliette and ritual materials, all the way to the rear of the workshop where the newest addition to His workshop stood. It comprised most of the rear wall, a flickering void that was occasionally interrupted by flashes of vibrant swirling colors and was held in place by a mixture of metal adornments and solid stone carvings.
He rolled His shoulders and let out another breath before stepping through the portal, inhaling as He emerged into the Nether in His more gleaming and brilliant form. One that He admittedly didn't care much for, however according to at least one of His beloveds it was far from an unpleasant sight. Speaking of which, Lina should have been around here somewhere. Darth Strosius rose from the ground beyond the portal and let His pale golden wings unfurl to their fullest extent as He reached out with His senses. "Now then, where have you gone off to?"
Lina Ovmar
Darth Strosius had taken His leave from the logistics and information sessions in the meeting room for His own sake and sanity, calling a recess which His exhausted officers were perhaps even more appreciative of than He was. His stride back to His section of the vessel, not at all exclusively His own of course but rather simply a portion of the officer deck which He had requisitioned for His quarters and workshop, was blissfully silent and distinctly lacking in activity from any of the crew members or officers. Undoubtedly they were eager to find some reprieve and respite in the ship's canteen and recreation facilities.
Normally He would have mourned the loss of interacting with His crew and followers yet at the moment all He wanted was to get back to His workshop as swiftly as possible. Only once He crossed the threshold and the door behind Him slid shut did He allow Himself to heave a sigh and slump slightly from His typical composed posture. Darth Strosius stepped past His alchemical arrangements and forge, past His Oubliette and ritual materials, all the way to the rear of the workshop where the newest addition to His workshop stood. It comprised most of the rear wall, a flickering void that was occasionally interrupted by flashes of vibrant swirling colors and was held in place by a mixture of metal adornments and solid stone carvings.
He rolled His shoulders and let out another breath before stepping through the portal, inhaling as He emerged into the Nether in His more gleaming and brilliant form. One that He admittedly didn't care much for, however according to at least one of His beloveds it was far from an unpleasant sight. Speaking of which, Lina should have been around here somewhere. Darth Strosius rose from the ground beyond the portal and let His pale golden wings unfurl to their fullest extent as He reached out with His senses. "Now then, where have you gone off to?"
Lina Ovmar