I’m going to be deleting this blog. I haven’t been keeping up with it. However I will be starting up a merula rp blog (the link is below in the last letter) so feel free to look for Merula there please. I hope to do this soon.
Four months Sister, that’s how long they say we’ve been there, four months. We made it, getting ready to go to sleep for a little while, lost two more Sisters and three more Salamanders but we made it. Did I ever tell you I remembered your face? Well I think it’s you, suppose I’ll find out if I ever get the chance to see you again. An Inquisitor came by, Inquisitor Garinasan, said he needed my help with something, said that I have unique skills, whatever the hell that means, but you can’t say no to an Inquisitor can you? I don’t think I want to, I want to see where this path leads me, where the Emperor wants me to go. Hey Sister, you ever want to talk drop me a line, Here, I’ll answer when I can. Emperor’s light upon you and remember Never give up!
Sorry for the abrupt ending Tsu’gan figured out their attack patterns, he’s smart like that. The Sisters and I have been singing hymns to the Emperor to bolster our spirits, they may believe the Emperor is just a man, but I know better, it’s just arguing with them about it is something I learned a long time ago to refrain from. There’s only a twenty of us left, Agatone and the others have taken to putting my Sisters and myself in the middle of them. I can’t stand it, it reminds me of, of when? What does it remind me of? Emperor curse it! I still have a hard time thinking, we’re running low on ammo, save one for yourself Sister.
I finished working on my armor. I’ve given it scales. Fugis decided to teach me to be an Armourer, something about they can’t keep fixing my armor so I should learn what I’m doing. Have I ever told you how much I enjoyed being with the Salamanders? I am in no way their equal, but I hold my own. There’s not many of us left. Cursed daemons and Dark Eldar have been wearing us down, lost Sister Sadie the other, day? Night? Now it’s just four sisters and myself besides the Salamanders. Agatone, Fugis they remind me of Sgt. Pyriel, I suppose they should. Personalities Sister personalities they’re important you know, they define us, make us, us. I know I’m not making much sense, been a while since we’ve slept, I’m letting the rest of the Sisters get some rest now. Tsu’gan said we should be okay, said he’s noticed a pattern in their attacks, I just asked him if I could kill them soon, he gave me a nod. Hey, I remembered your smile your teeth are pointy right? At least I think it’s yours, I’m not seeing memories much, they feed off stuff, thoughts, feelings, pleasure, pain, it’s their food. I need to ge-
Where should I begin, It’s been years since I last wrote you sister, and to be honest, I can’t even remember what you look like Sister Gwyn, though I still treasure this silly keepsake. Odd isn’t it? The things we hold dear to us, like the voices of our loved ones, a tooth taken from a wolf, a smile of a friend, these things that we fight for, that we strive to protect, are so small, I would love to tell you the stories my Sister, the horror, but to be honest, I would rather remember your smile …. it’s just there I can almost see it, almost feel it’s warmth, it’s just … So I write you, I write you because they’ve moved me, I’m not running and fighting as much, I actually get to catch a breath and write you. We’ve been fighting non-stop for … I don’t remember, Agatone could tell me, they remember everything, did you know that Sister? They remember everything as if it’s happening, its amazing and scarey I wish I could remember it all, I remember the punch you gave me, I remember sitting in cells a board a frigate and praying to the Emperor until we reached our destination. Or we were supposed to, something happened, during travel in the warp Dark Eldar or daemons or both Emperor’s light we’re stranded, cut off some little rock some where, there’s a huge city, or rather the skeleton of one. It’s all in ruins, and they stay there the Dark Eldar, they live there, leaving only to hunt us, torment us. The way Agatone tells it, they like pain, they like torture, I don’t know I can’t even wrap my head around it, the way the vile thing think. I have to go now I’ll write later.
The Emperor has something lined up for me, I have faith in this, why else would things happen to me? The Salamanders in the cave so long ago granting me the gift of flame, I don’t understand, I only seek out to do the Emperor’s bidding, to follow his will. I’m still assigned to the Salamanders, though my group has grown smaller, and now I sit here in this room dark and alone, under suspicion of heresy.
The rest of the party began to slip into the cave. Merula continued to delve deeper into the lair, marking the basic traps erected by the beast. Using her senses she felt the home of the beast taking it in, it’s victories in feeding it’s self, it dismay at going hungry, the longing for a mate, *A mate, That’s why it came out” she thought, “There very well may be another around here.” She opened her flask of water she poured a portion on the ground forming an arrow pointing to the entrance of the cave. She said a silent ritual over the arrow, then recapping her flask continued onward.
Narrowly avoiding several of the traps Sgt. Sadie directed her party further ahead. They continued to move silently. Ahead there was a faint glow of a golden light. It caught Sadie’s attention. Halting the party she crept ahead, till she could make out the faint arrow on the ground. Then signaling to the others they grouped up.
“She wants us to head out.” she voxed to the others “Why would she want that?” Peryol almost shouted.
“She’s sensed something isn’t right, and she is concerned for us.” the Sargent replied.
“This isn’t some silly game on Terra! If it’s a fight then I should be part of it!” Razel retorted.
“Then we ignore the warning and press forward, I just wanted to take a vote.” Sgt. Sadie smiled behind her helm. the companions pressed forward to catch up to their wayward sister.
Merula was almost to the heart of the lair, the rocks sweated form the heat further ahead. Peering over a dislodged boulder Merula peered into the depths, seeing the Salamander licking it’s wounds.
The companions took up a defensive position at the entrance of the hole. Merula was in a crouched position scouting ahead. Her eyes using the visual readout to peer into the depths, the tactile readout said that it was all clear, her gut said different. Holding up her hand to the others, Merula crept in closing into the wall on the left. Blending in with the surrounding darkness, Merula stalked her prey, she removed her helm to better feel and see into the blackness of the lair.
Preyol stood at the ready with the others surrounding the entrance. “And why pray-tell are we letting a little girl go in first? We Are the Emperors Finest, We can handle a big Lizard?”
“Because, Merula loves a good chase, I don’t know what it is, but she’s bailed my sisters and I out of trouble numerous times in similar situations.” Sgt. Sadie replied.
A low hum on his vox let Sadie know that Preyol wasn’t pleased, she only hoped that Merula would prove her right.
The air was ripe with the smell of fetid flesh, and reptilian musk, Merula flared her nostrils taking it all in, her skin felt the fluctuation of the air as if the lair it’self was breathing. Merula cursed the boots of her power armor, from keeping her from feeling the stoney earth. Her eyes finally adjusted to the darkness Merula could see the faint outlines of the tunnel head making out the rudimentary traps the salamander had made. “twenty in left and right pitfalls, careful helm doesn’t see it.” she voxed to the others, continuing her way in deeper into the lair.