Herr Baron Von Walrus, Die Schattenfürst: Back aboard the Albion
After re-plotting their course back to the Albion, Baron resumed his shadow formations. The return trip was largely uneventful, and dominated by awkward silence. The Tiberius soared through the twilight of the northern sky, and soon enough, the group had made it back.
Baron, anxious to get back to work, rushed out into the Hangar Bay of the Albion. Hareve, exasperated with his companion’s sudden silence, refused to be left behind. He ran after Baron, but the man in the dark armor only regarded him with the faintest turn of his head.
“…Baron…” Hareve began, only to be interrupted as the ethereal blue form of Gladys appeared in front of them.
“Gladys, we are ready for Stage Two. The Traveller’s information surpassed my every expectation, and we need to move him to Solitude at once. I need to prepare the Thanatos for launch, so please find him and tell him it’s time to accelerate our plans.” Baron said, pacing back and forth.
Gladys, nodding silently, disappeared back into the ship. Baron turned back to Hareve.
“You’re still here…good. I don’t know what’s happening to me, but I need to do this. As soon as I finish getting things straightened out with the Traveller, I’ll come straight back.”
“I...alright. But just don’t forget that we need to talk when you get back.” Hareve sighed, frowning.
Baron smiled faintly, and handed him a purple hextech key.
“You can stay in my room while I’m gone. Order whatever you like if you get hungry.”
Hareve’s face lit up immediately, and he gave Herr Baron a bone-crushing hug before running off. With a slight smirk, Baron cracked his back. Satisfied that his skeletal frame was intact and no internal bleeding had occurred, he walked briskly down the corridors of the Albion...
The Thanatos was Baron’s personal Knight Frame, and featured nothing less than the most cutting-edge techmaturgy. Standing just over 5 meters tall and clad in heavy armor, it took up a great deal of the otherwise sparsely populated room. Baron, satisfied that his personal launch bay was secure, began to fill the room with darkness. Summoning forth several lengths of shadow, he slowly worked them into the framework of the Thanatos. As the shadows danced across the metal of the machine, Baron extended a small blade from his gauntlet, and grinned in a way he probably shouldn’t have. Blood began to drip onto the dark metal as he made a small cut in his right palm, and the shadows immediately embraced the crimson. The shadow constructs raced across the entire surface of the Frame, and began to dive deeper into the machinery as the reinforced Shadow Armor hardened into a sleek black carapace.
Baron’s grin widened as he tampered with the weapon systems. Revving the Epidermal Tissue Disruptor, he nearly giggled as the whirring saw teeth raced along the length of the weapon, emitting a tenebrous aura. On the opposite end, a razor-sharp blade ran along the edge of the Disruptor, and ended in a large, deadly, backward-curving spike.
On the opposite arm, the Thanatos wielded what Baron had affectionately named “Matilda” – a cyclic, mutli-barreled monstrosity capable of tremendous rates of fire. As though raining lead down on one’s enemies was not enough, Baron had modified the gun to feature an attached flamethrower, which was situated below the main barrels.
Comfortably situated in what some meatbags would call his “Happy Place”, Baron continued to tinker with his personal Knight Frame, eagerly anticipating contact from Gladys or The Traveller...