Karcen
Ten Thousand Club
M38 year 899 the hatred system.
Silvine took a breath, she was nervous and who wouldn't be she was being made the head of her household. Silvine had not expected to be the head for at least another century or two, but war was full of surprises. There had been a huge greenskin attack in a nearby system, while normally such things were no threat to a knight, let alone one as skilled as her father, but a gargant had gotten a lucky shot and the command throne had been destroyed killing her father. This had left their house without a leader and as she was next in line the duty fell to Silvine. This for the knights meant that after her father had been put into a suitably elaborate tomb, a ball was held. That might sound odd but they were nobility and nobility had to show a certain air of power and splendor even in the worst of times.
The ball was everything one could expect from such an event, held in the largest of halls with almost everything covered in white and gold just to show off to others. there were foods made from ingredients that were sourced from world all across the imperium. The bands where known all over the sector and played music most could never imagine. The room was filled with nobles from all over where here and in their finest dresses and suits. In the crowd was also house norcastor, her houses' rival. They were a group of knights that were aligned to the machnicus a bunch of machine worshipers and borderline heretics in Silvine's mind. They were here by invitation as while the where rivals, the two houses could remains somewhat civil and of course her house had show they were not weak. Still Silvine wished she could wipe them out and show how much better her house was than them.
The ball had been going on for some time and Silvine had not joined in. She had been in the back waiting for the correct time to announce herself. The first few hours were just to let people mingle and get the loudness out of their systems. No one wanted to be the one to talk during the coronation. Still it was almost time just a little bit loner before she would enter. Right now the others were out mingling with other nobles likely trading stories of valor.
Silvine took a breath, she was nervous and who wouldn't be she was being made the head of her household. Silvine had not expected to be the head for at least another century or two, but war was full of surprises. There had been a huge greenskin attack in a nearby system, while normally such things were no threat to a knight, let alone one as skilled as her father, but a gargant had gotten a lucky shot and the command throne had been destroyed killing her father. This had left their house without a leader and as she was next in line the duty fell to Silvine. This for the knights meant that after her father had been put into a suitably elaborate tomb, a ball was held. That might sound odd but they were nobility and nobility had to show a certain air of power and splendor even in the worst of times.
The ball was everything one could expect from such an event, held in the largest of halls with almost everything covered in white and gold just to show off to others. there were foods made from ingredients that were sourced from world all across the imperium. The bands where known all over the sector and played music most could never imagine. The room was filled with nobles from all over where here and in their finest dresses and suits. In the crowd was also house norcastor, her houses' rival. They were a group of knights that were aligned to the machnicus a bunch of machine worshipers and borderline heretics in Silvine's mind. They were here by invitation as while the where rivals, the two houses could remains somewhat civil and of course her house had show they were not weak. Still Silvine wished she could wipe them out and show how much better her house was than them.
The ball had been going on for some time and Silvine had not joined in. She had been in the back waiting for the correct time to announce herself. The first few hours were just to let people mingle and get the loudness out of their systems. No one wanted to be the one to talk during the coronation. Still it was almost time just a little bit loner before she would enter. Right now the others were out mingling with other nobles likely trading stories of valor.