#edelthrad

the first heir

Tagged by the wonderful @ravelsquadespresso 💕

I come bearing some gifts. Still taking a bit of a break, but I had the energy and muse to work on my WIPs.

Alternate Universe - Star Wars Fusion

“Did it happen before?”

“What exactly?”

“That the Dark Overlord did not listen to a warning?”

Edelthrad’s eyes widened. “Yes… it has happened before…”

“What happened?”

He sighed. “I will tell you one day. Once we have found our culprits and know more about the vision you had. Until then, promise me, not to dig further into the past. Once everything is dealt with appropriately, I will tell you.”

“A family secret?”

Edelthrad winced. “It’s not truly a secret, just that the Dark Overlord has forbidden any talks about it. And…,” he hesitated a heartbeat too long for it to be the truth, “it has been so long ago.”

The unease from before returned, creeping along her neck. He was too dismissive, too evasive. This secret, this event, for she could hear the faintest echo of a horrified scream reverberating through the walls and floor, carried far more significance than he had let on.

(If we know anything about promises of explaining more later... they are rarely fulfilled 🤭)

Alternate Universe - Edelthrad is the Rogue Trader

“Your Excellency, whatever this lying little snake told you, it could not be further from the truth! I was there on the front lines and whatever breach happened, it was not Psyker Fredrik who caused it. Being accused of cowardice will not be stood for!”

Calcazar’s eyebrow rose. A sign Jeffdon took to continue with his accusations unaware of the hard line that settled over the Lord Inquisitor’s mouth. A displeased, if not even furious one.

“In fact, I have come here to deliver official charges levied against Guardman Helena,” Jeffdon continued. “Insubordination and the unsanctioned murder of Psyker Fredrik. She is to be servitorised next morning.”

Panic rose in Helena’s chest, the longer the silence stretched. She hadn’t done anything but serve to the best of her ability! Perhaps her luck had truly run out today. Off to the side a machine began to beep incessantly, yet it did not perturb either Jeffdon nor Calcazar. The rush of blood almost threatened to drown out their voices.

“His death was sanctioned,” Calcazar pointed out, his voice suddenly clear through all the noise. “By the Inquisition and approved posthumously. Any objections to his death are null and void.”

“Still, the charges of insubordination already alone warrant immediate servitorisation,” Jeffdon countered. “I am sure, your Excellency, you approve of such action?”

(Guardman Helena's no good, horrbible, very bad day. It sure won't improve from here on out for a while.)

Art WIP: Edelthrad's Magnae Accessio and Helena is not getting her kiss... at least for now. Maybe a bit later!

(crashed out on this WIP and completely re-drew it)