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  1. The Unbroken King
    Threadmarks: The Emperor

    The Apothecarion aboard the Sigil of Oaths pulsed with sterile white light and the soft hiss of medicae systems cycling. Artorias sat quietly on a reinforced bench, stripped to the waist, his broad frame bearing the scabbed and burned marks of close combat. His right thigh was wrapped in a...

  2. The Unbroken King
    Threadmarks: Belly of the Beast

    The Thunderhawk's hull groaned as its landing clamps bit into the deck of the Sigil of Oaths. A resonant clang echoed through the fuselage, followed by the hiss of depressurizing seals. Artorias felt the thrum beneath his boots—deep and ancient, as if the metal deck carried a heartbeat all its...

  3. The Unbroken King
    Threadmarks: Void War

    Still mounted, Artorias cantered forward and soon found himself at the centre of a widening ring of awe and devotion. His presence burned in the ceaseless glow of Ceithraig, the blade gleaming like starlight forged solid. Though the sword's white flame had guided them, it was him—his form, his...

  4. The Unbroken King
    Threadmarks: Descent of Angels

    The moment Squad Aeta entered the capital their guards were relieved only to be replaced by a squadron more, bearing severe, grim expressions and refusing to even look at any of them. The chamber they'd been escorted to was richly adorned but clearly a prison in all but name. Heavy oak doors, no...

  5. The Unbroken King
    Threadmarks: A Scout's Tale

    It began on Hangar Deck 19 of the Sigil of Oaths The reek of ceramite lubricant, electro-static sweat, and sacred oils hung heavy in the mustering bay. Rows of Scout Marines, still clad in grey partial-plate and carapace harnesses, stood at silent attention. Their armor bore no embellishment...

  6. The Unbroken King
    Threadmarks: Knights of the Round

    Ten Years Later The light of the Ceithir came slowly that morning, filtering through the high, narrow windows of the royal chamber in threads of soft gold and pale mist-blue. Artorias stirred in his great bed of carved stone and oiled timber, sheets pushed down to his waist, bare chest rising...

  7. The Unbroken King
    Threadmarks: The Once and Future King

    The battle had become a storm of chaos — screams, steel, and smoke blending into one endless crescendo of death. The mists still clung to the field, swirling with crimson and ash, and from the heart of it, Sevrin raised his arms again. He whispered no words. The Ceithir responded all the same...

  8. The Unbroken King
    Threadmarks: The Shattered Line

    Artorias awoke as if drowning—his breath ragged, chest heaving, sweat slicking his skin despite the chill of pre-dawn. His body trembled with the force of the dream—or whatever it had been. His arms, sculpted like the trunks of old oaks, were splayed across his cot, fingers digging into the wool...

  9. The Unbroken King
    Threadmarks: Unforgotten

    The campfire crackled softly as Artorias approached, carrying a clay dish in each hand. A fine mist clung to the air, curling through the encampment like a second skin. In the dim orange light, the ruined town around them looked almost peaceful—ghostly, forgotten. Isolde sat alone on a low...

  10. The Unbroken King

    Thanks for the continued support! Work has been tough. Little time for typing but thought I'd finally post here 😁 Still hoping to post a chapter or 2 before the end of month (it's good to have dreams 🤣)

  11. The Unbroken King
    Threadmarks: Little Star

    The stone door groaned open like a dying beast, and pale morning mist poured into the tunnel. Isolde stepped out into the world beyond Caer Tholen for the first time since the siege began. Indeed, for the first time in her life. Around her were dozens—wounded soldiers, soot-stained women...

  12. The Unbroken King
    Threadmarks: The Exile

    Caer Tholen still bore its wounds like an old soldier — proud, defiant, but scarred. Half of the city was still rubble. Smoke curled from forge chimneys and cooking fires alike, rising over shattered walls and half-built scaffolds. What had once been the jewel of the realms now looked more like...

  13. The Unbroken King
    Threadmarks: What Price Victory?

    The world shattered. The doors of the Tesseract Vault exploded outward, not in an explosion of matter, but in an eruption of pure force. The ancient walls vaporized where the shockwave struck, flaying millennia old blackstone to nothingness. The vault split open like the shell of a rotten...

  14. The Unbroken King
    Threadmarks: Camlann

    The Ceithir thickened and thinned with a will of its own, curling through crag and trench, weaving veils over battlement and trench. Then came the light—green flashes in the haze, staccato bursts of sickly brilliance that flared and died in seconds, revealing silhouettes of advancing shapes in...

  15. The Unbroken King
    Threadmarks: The Crown and The Broken Angel

    The light in the solarium was soft and pale, filtered through the latticed windows and thick with the scent of early spring flowers that Mira had coaxed to life in narrow stone pots. Princess Isolde sat cross-legged on a cushion by the window, her little fingers smeared with charcoal as she...
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