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	“I didn’t,” Corax said, his voice returning. “I lost my way in there, and I went completely insane.”		“I didn’t,” Corax said, his voice returning. “I lost my way in there, and I went completely insane.”

	Revus and ~~Poedra~~ glanced at each other beneath their intricate helmets, wary. “Yet…” Poedra said carefully.		Revus and Shrike glanced at each other beneath their intricate helmets, wary. “Yet…” Poedra said carefully.

	“Yet I am sane now? I sure hope so,” Corax said, with absolutely no trace of humor. “The Emperor saved me from the endless monotony of the Living Labyrinth, but I have no idea what it did to me.”		“Yet I am sane now? I sure hope so,” Corax said, with absolutely no trace of humor. “The Emperor saved me from the endless monotony of the Living Labyrinth, but I have no idea what it did to me.”
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	“I imagine it would be, but the Emperor has other ideas, I imagine,” Corax said wearily. “He risked a great deal to get me out. Fulgrim will not let this go uncontested. I have no doubt that the legions of Slaanesh are heading here, as we speak.”		“I imagine it would be, but the Emperor has other ideas, I imagine,” Corax said wearily. “He risked a great deal to get me out. Fulgrim will not let this go uncontested. I have no doubt that the legions of Slaanesh are heading here, as we speak.”

	The assembled Raven Guard were too disciplined to do anything as maudlin as gasp in unison, which is the only reason they didn’t. ~~Poedra~~ took an authoritative step forward, facing the First Company Veterans as he did so. “Then we will meet them, Lord Corax, as we must. We will stand by you in battle!”		The assembled Raven Guard were too disciplined to do anything as maudlin as gasp in unison, which is the only reason they didn’t. Shrike took an authoritative step forward, facing the First Company Veterans as he did so. “Then we will meet them, Lord Corax, as we must. We will stand by you in battle!”

	“I’m sure you will, brother, but if Fulgrim attacks soon, I’ll be in no shape to do much of anything,” Corax said tiredly. “If he gives me the time I need to heal up, I will lead you once more. Until then…I can but wait.”		“I’m sure you will, brother, but if Fulgrim attacks soon, I’ll be in no shape to do much of anything,” Corax said tiredly. “If he gives me the time I need to heal up, I will lead you once more. Until then…I can but wait.”

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	On the Ravenspire, the diminished Raven Guard awaited their lord anxiously. He had been sealed in the Apothecary’s wing, after the Emperor had unceremoniously dumped him there. The Master of Apothecaries himself had fussed over the comatose Primarch as best he could, but only time could have told whether or not he had lost his mind in Fulgrim’s trap.		On the Ravenspire, the diminished Raven Guard awaited their lord anxiously. He had been sealed in the Apothecary’s wing, after the Emperor had unceremoniously dumped him there. The Master of Apothecaries himself had fussed over the comatose Primarch as best he could, but only time could have told whether or not he had lost his mind in Fulgrim’s trap.

	Now, however, the Master of Apothecaries had come forth, and announced that Corax had awakened. Several squads of the First and Eighth companies – the only ones present at the time – gathered, awaiting the verdict. Several of the vehicle crews of the Techmarines also lingered nearby. Finally, supported on one arm by the Chapter Master, ~~Poedra~~, the Raven himself emerged.		Now, however, the Master of Apothecaries had come forth, and announced that Corax had awakened. Several squads of the First and Eighth companies – the only ones present at the time – gathered, awaiting the verdict. Several of the vehicle crews of the Techmarines also lingered nearby. Finally, supported on one arm by the Chapter Master, Kayvaan Shrike, the Raven himself emerged.

	“Brothers,” he said weakly, “I live again.”		“Brothers,” he said weakly, “I live again.”

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	“WHAT?!” Russ roared, while Grimnir looked like he had been hit by an airbus. The Emperor’s head pivoted back and forth between the two as if watching a tennis match. “You…you wanted to leave the Legion…Chapter you once lead?! WHY?!”		“WHAT?!” Russ roared, while Grimnir looked like he had been hit by an airbus. The Emperor’s head pivoted back and forth between the two as if watching a tennis match. “You…you wanted to leave the Legion…Chapter you once lead?! WHY?!”

	“Well, not forever!” Bjorn said defensively. “I just got sick of it. The brothers used me like a soundboard. All they ever did was wake me up, have ~~them~~ tell them the same damn stories over and over again, then put me back to sleep. For over EIGHT THOUSAND YEARS!” he exclaimed, his voice rising, surprising even himself. Angelos looked like he was trying to hide behind his own armor. “I mean, FUCK!” Bjorn continued, waving his lightning claw angrily. “I walked under blood-drenched skies with the Emperor at my side!”		“Well, not forever!” Bjorn said defensively. “I just got sick of it. The brothers used me like a soundboard. All they ever did was wake me up, have me tell them the same damn stories over and over again, then put me back to sleep. For over EIGHT THOUSAND YEARS!” he exclaimed, his voice rising, surprising even himself. Angelos looked like he was trying to hide behind his own armor. “I mean, FUCK!” Bjorn continued, waving his lightning claw angrily. “I walked under blood-drenched skies with the Emperor at my side!”

	“<big>DON’T DRAG ME INTO THIS PISSING MATCH, BJORN,</big>” the Emperor put in, taking a step back, shaking the floor.		“<big>DON’T DRAG ME INTO THIS PISSING MATCH, BJORN,</big>” the Emperor put in, taking a step back, shaking the floor.

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	''Continued from [[The Tales of the Emperasque: Part Six]]''.		''Continued from [[The Tales of the Emperasque: Part Six]]''.

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	“Completely,” the Chapter Master said, bowing his head once more. “I shall inform my battle brothers, before I depart. To where shall I go?”		“Completely,” the Chapter Master said, bowing his head once more. “I shall inform my battle brothers, before I depart. To where shall I go?”

	“VOID PLATFORM ~~SIMGA~~ OCTAN, CHAPTER MASTER,” the Emperor said, somewhat surprised by Angelos’ lack of protest. “THEY WILL EXPECT YOUR ARRIVAL. DISMISSED.” The Emperor vanished without another word.		“VOID PLATFORM SIGMA OCTAN, CHAPTER MASTER,” the Emperor said, somewhat surprised by Angelos’ lack of protest. “THEY WILL EXPECT YOUR ARRIVAL. DISMISSED.” The Emperor vanished without another word.

	''Continued in [[The Tales of the Emperasque: Part Eight]].		''Continued in [[The Tales of the Emperasque: Part Eight]].
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	“Nothing to ask, sire, I’ve been having the time of my life since I got out of that bloody tomb,” the dreadnought said, drawing an exasperated stare from Grimnir.		“Nothing to ask, sire, I’ve been having the time of my life since I got out of that bloody tomb,” the dreadnought said, drawing an exasperated stare from Grimnir.

	“ALL RIGHT THEN. ~~ANGLEOS~~, STAY WHERE I CAN FIND YOU. BJORN, GRIMNIR, DISMISSED. ROBOUTE, LEMAN, GO GET SOME REST. I’LL HAVE A JOB FOR YOU BOTH TOMORROW.”		“ALL RIGHT THEN. ANGELOS, STAY WHERE I CAN FIND YOU. BJORN, GRIMNIR, DISMISSED. ROBOUTE, LEMAN, GO GET SOME REST. I’LL HAVE A JOB FOR YOU BOTH TOMORROW.”

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	''Continued in [[The Tales of the Emperasque: Part Eight]].		''Continued in [[The Tales of the Emperasque: Part Eight]].
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	At that very moment, Blackrippah the Gretchin-handler was running for his life. A tumbling ball of fire the size of a ~~wartrack~~ was falling down the hill behind him, crushing the hunter gretchins he had had been shepherding in the forest. He risked a glance over his shoulder and shrieked, redoubling his effort…but it was too late. The blazing orb of pine sap, promethium stolen from his own trukk, and gretchin bits rolled straight over him, killing him instantly.		At that very moment, Blackrippah the Gretchin-handler was running for his life. A tumbling ball of fire the size of a wartrukk was falling down the hill behind him, crushing the hunter gretchins he had had been shepherding in the forest. He risked a glance over his shoulder and shrieked, redoubling his effort…but it was too late. The blazing orb of pine sap, promethium stolen from his own trukk, and gretchin bits rolled straight over him, killing him instantly.

	Fifty yards away, Jaghatai Khan laughed, rubbing pine sap off on his armor. The white, red, and grey armor he had worn when he had chased that damnable Dark Eldar hadn’t aged any more than he had, but he knew better than to use up what tiny, precious ammunition supply he had on these foolish Orks. This was almost too easy, anyway! Orks were fearsome warriors, but dumber than a bag of hammers, and he had thrown them into total and complete anarchy.		Fifty yards away, Jaghatai Khan laughed, rubbing pine sap off on his armor. The white, red, and grey armor he had worn when he had chased that damnable Dark Eldar hadn’t aged any more than he had, but he knew better than to use up what tiny, precious ammunition supply he had on these foolish Orks. This was almost too easy, anyway! Orks were fearsome warriors, but dumber than a bag of hammers, and he had thrown them into total and complete anarchy.
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	Gabriel Angelos, Master of the Blood Ravens, sat on a sandbag just outside the outermost walls of Kasr Vortiga, stewing in his own misery. His stomach felt like it was curling in on itself, and he honestly couldn’t keep his hands from shaking even ~~ben~~ gripping them on one another. He tried wondering what would happen, but quickly abandoned the process, finding speculation useless. He tried praying, but immediately recognized it: his God-Emperor was judging him directly, what good was prayer?		Gabriel Angelos, Master of the Blood Ravens, sat on a sandbag just outside the outermost walls of Kasr Vortiga, stewing in his own misery. His stomach felt like it was curling in on itself, and he honestly couldn’t keep his hands from shaking even by gripping them on one another. He tried wondering what would happen, but quickly abandoned the process, finding speculation useless. He tried praying, but immediately recognized it: his God-Emperor was judging him directly, what good was prayer?

	After nearly three hours, the Emperor appeared out of midair before him, the shockwave nearly knocking him backward, though his augmented inner ear allowed him to keep his balance. He immediately cast his gaze to the ground, apprehensive in the extreme.		After nearly three hours, the Emperor appeared out of midair before him, the shockwave nearly knocking him backward, though his augmented inner ear allowed him to keep his balance. He immediately cast his gaze to the ground, apprehensive in the extreme.
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	“CHAPTER MASTER ANGELOS. THE STORY BJORN TOLD ME IS SOMEWHAT DISTURBING,” the Emperor said. Angelos waited long enough to know that he was finished speaking before levering himself up off the sandbag, then kneeling before the gigantic Emperor.		“CHAPTER MASTER ANGELOS. THE STORY BJORN TOLD ME IS SOMEWHAT DISTURBING,” the Emperor said. Angelos waited long enough to know that he was finished speaking before levering himself up off the sandbag, then kneeling before the gigantic Emperor.

	“I know. ~~They are~~ factual,” he said, his voice dulled by resignation and nerves.		“I know. It is factual,” he said, his voice dulled by resignation and nerves.

	“YES. HE’S TOLD ME A LOT. SPECIFICALLY, HE’S TOLD ME THAT YOUR CHAPTER HELPS ITSELF TO ALL MANNER OF INTERESTING WARGEAR, LEFT BEHIND AFTER BATTLES. DO YOU REALLY HAVE A SUIT OF CUSTODES ARMOR SALVAGED FROM THE HORUS HERESY-ERA WARSHIP YOU CAPTURED FROM THE WORD BEARERS?”		“YES. HE’S TOLD ME A LOT. SPECIFICALLY, HE’S TOLD ME THAT YOUR CHAPTER HELPS ITSELF TO ALL MANNER OF INTERESTING WARGEAR, LEFT BEHIND AFTER BATTLES. DO YOU REALLY HAVE A SUIT OF CUSTODES ARMOR SALVAGED FROM THE HORUS HERESY-ERA WARSHIP YOU CAPTURED FROM THE WORD BEARERS?”