Having emphasized communication regarding weapon status, we set watch in the hab with the door ajar, to see if we can encounter whatever agency is behind the "disappearances." Sure enough, we do. Having warned us of the "disappearances" that are occurring each night, Lili departs. Lili leaves us to go to a cousin - note to have authorities monitor that - with three possible lines of inquiry: the Workers Union Warden Locan who apparently knows something and is scared of the other Wardens and most promising, Evard Zed, a drinking buddy of Saul's who is likely to be easy to find around the Temple. Our cross-examination is conducted in a reassuring/empathic mode and is successful. We move up to Saul's hab on L6 - there seems little chance it has been re-assigned in this fairly empty Hab block - and Garvel checks for traps and we enter, finding Lili hiding there. It has been trashed by someone searching very messily. We travel out to Coscarla, repeatedly changing trains. The stores in the crates include:ġ biosatchel with 3 tubes, an auspex and a monoscalpel We will nominally be employees of Coblast Assay, though our tags will permit our normal use of self-defense. Our task is to discover where the tech comes from and who controls it. Saul Arbast: unskilled laborer, laid off 60 days previous, reported missing 32 days previous by his sister Lili, operated on approximately 10 days previous, died of system shock perhaps a week previous. It is possible he was indeed there.) He has a subject post-mortem, and demonstrates the foul heretical tech that has been implanted on the wretch: (He tells us we are in the depths of the Mori. He is indeed space-born, but seems to have integrated himself well.Īt long last in a dusty store-room we are briefed by our Invigilator Sand, from a distinguished order of scholars, who appears behind a mirror-screen. She seems outgoing but of a sardonic turn of phrase. At length I encourage introductions.ĭita Minx: the pink-haired Assassin. St Drusus looks on as we descend to the transit platform and a long ride ensues. He may be space-trained though I see no implants so is probably a lowly human servitor. The other is probably off-world judging by his pale features and odd posture. He is festooned with weapons and is heavily armored. One is, I would guess, from the same Hab as myself, but from one of the Guard uptakes. The two male acolytes are very different. By the look of her weaponry - shotgun and las-pistol - she is trained as a markswoman, perhaps one of the many auxilia of the Ordos that use their looks and weapons in the Emperors service, praise be His Name. I like to think that my looks - blonde, grey eyes - are neither a help nor a hindrance should I wish to melt into the background. The other woman appears my own age - late twenties - but with dark skin, blue eyes and pink hair, she is strikingly noticeable. I am familiar with both knife and stub-gun of course. Or perhaps my job is simply to follow and record, for I am but a humble Adept, with the rudiments of lore and investigative skill. We have all been summoned to the Ordo, so it may be that I will be working with them. On an unmarked service platform in an anonymous hab-block I surreptitiously study my fellow-acolytes. The Emperor Protects! We are all four of us acolytes in His service, fresh out of Hive Sibelius, Scintilla, and assigned to Invigilator O. Four players made the initial session, a fifth player made the second but one of the first four was absent for a couple of weeks. However they were a simple way of beginning the game within the first half-hour of a session, and seem to fit the bill for gaming needs. Our group has begun with pre-gens (ready-made characters) which were found to have one or two bugs. "A low-medium crunch gothic space-fantasy RPG in the Warhammer 40,000 universe, focusing on agents investigating and uncovering dark conspiracies and daemonic horrors." ( )
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