Watch out! Flying Chainsaw!

“Drat!” 

A shattering shriek struck through the windows of Qlipoth Forth. Wails of a burning car blared in smoke. Its dark fuming the air.

The suspect behind the crime?

There she is, the life drained from her face as she quivers like a building in the midst of a quake. It’ll be another big headache for her brother for sure.

Incoming reports floods the desks of the Silvermane guards like a rushing water. As expected an investigation has been brought forth immediately.

Theres a troubling wrinkle that creased at the gaps of the Captain’s eyebrows as his sighing turned into mist (as it always have in the condition of this world but in the good graces of providence it has been healing from the traumas of war.)

“What is the Supreme Guardian going to think….”

His sister could only shrug. Not much she can do but pay compensation, that is if she had the money.

Maybe she should just write a silly song about it and hope it goes well enough to help pay for the damages at Qlipoth forth.

Rockstars are broke.

—

Some days dulled down in peace, melding it with other days of pure skies, or soft tufts of clouds floating about.

While there were no more chainsaws attacking Qlipoth Fort, Solwarm was around the corner. 

Ever since the departure of the express it’s called in for many new visitors from beyond the sky. It was just like this a few hundred years ago, abundant and thriving, a beautiful Belobog uncold and open to many.

The Supreme Guardian had just issued an order for today’s preparation for the festivities, tasking many to be hospitable towards the people invited — this included the Astral express crew and not limited to passengers that hopped along with it — as well as keeping a look out for any troublesome individuals.

“Maintain order and help them out to best of your abilities.” Gepard concludes to his men to which they all respond in an affirming salute.

It’s not the brutal northern wars they fought in but it is certainly still a task with this large of a crowd.