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Omake: Inquisitorial Transmission
Warning: Unauthorized reading of this document will be punished with immediate execution.
Time: 3:55 PM Holy Terran Standard
Location: Starship Emperor's Fist.
Purpose: Information
Patron: Inquisitor Maximan. Ordo Hereticus
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Quote of the day: Lives are the Emperor's currency. Spend them wisely.
My compatriots among the most holy Inquisition. I bring you dire news in these already grim times. A new and terrible threat has arisen in the far galactic east. One that could very well grow to become as monstrous as the other major threats if not more so. On the outer edges of segmentum Ultima. This nightmarish threat has since embedded itself deeply within the area known as the Ghoul Stars. As you all know it was only in the last few centuries that this region of space was reclaimed from Xeno hands. In those years hundreds of new worlds had been founded. Mostly due to the activity of Rogue traders, Mechanicus expeditions, and glory seeking nobles. All of whom were more interested in possible resources or other things of value.
This region however is known for being many light years away from proper Imperial space. In addition to that the light of the Astronomicon is dim there due to distance. Indeed it is considered to be frontier space for good reason. The region was poorly explored even before it was lost and then reclaimed. Meaning it holds many secrets still in the darkness. One of those secrets has clawed its way into the light and now threatens mankind.
What is the one thing that all men fear to one degree or another? The answer is their inevitable death. For as long as mankind has existed there have been old stories about death. About the stuff of nightmares in the power of the end. Deemed trivial in comparison to the true horrors of the galaxy these stories are overlooked by Imperial authority. Those tales fell to the wayside yet persisted all the same. Now the stuff of those stories has come to life. In a twisted sort of way.
Yes, my peers the old myth of Undeath has come to life. Perhaps it always had been true and it spawned those stories. That does not matter though right now. The Undead are real and they mean to destroy our glorious Imperium. The stuff of old stories and nightmares now march against us.
This monstrous new threat can be considered to bear traits of multiple enemy factions. They bear the vast numbers of the barbarous orks and the tyranids. The sheer unrelenting nature of the Necrons. The scheming strategies of the wretched Eldar. Worst of all they boast much the same powers as the ruinous powers.
I originally came to the Ghoul Stars in pursuit of a wretched witch. This one had been spewing vile heresy and corrupting those around him. Luring souls away from the light of the Emperor with displays of sorcery. Preaching of a vile heretic god that would give them greatness. Using that rhetoric they deceived the crew of a starship into taking them there. To a civilized world known as Mousillion.
I arrived intending to execute the witch and put an end to their blasphemy. I found a strange world and my suspicions raised immediately. The pair of reigning nobles were pale skinned and eerily beautiful. The hives were not releasing their usual pollution and were too quiet. The cathedrals to the Emperor were desecrated and empty. The sky was covered in darkness no matter the time of day. I accused them of heresy and demanded they explain or die.
One of the wretched creatures laughed in my face. They told me I would die there and join the army of death. I shot them in the stomach for it. They slumped over and after I shot the other one the impossible happened. The first stood up with its body regenerating from the injury before my eyes. It's eyes had shifted to a blood red.
Transmission Interrupted. Attempting to reconnect.
@Alucard Vampiry
Warning: Unauthorized reading of this document will be punished with immediate execution.
Time: 3:55 PM Holy Terran Standard
Location: Starship Emperor's Fist.
Purpose: Information
Patron: Inquisitor Maximan. Ordo Hereticus
Begin Transmission
Quote of the day: Lives are the Emperor's currency. Spend them wisely.
My compatriots among the most holy Inquisition. I bring you dire news in these already grim times. A new and terrible threat has arisen in the far galactic east. One that could very well grow to become as monstrous as the other major threats if not more so. On the outer edges of segmentum Ultima. This nightmarish threat has since embedded itself deeply within the area known as the Ghoul Stars. As you all know it was only in the last few centuries that this region of space was reclaimed from Xeno hands. In those years hundreds of new worlds had been founded. Mostly due to the activity of Rogue traders, Mechanicus expeditions, and glory seeking nobles. All of whom were more interested in possible resources or other things of value.
This region however is known for being many light years away from proper Imperial space. In addition to that the light of the Astronomicon is dim there due to distance. Indeed it is considered to be frontier space for good reason. The region was poorly explored even before it was lost and then reclaimed. Meaning it holds many secrets still in the darkness. One of those secrets has clawed its way into the light and now threatens mankind.
What is the one thing that all men fear to one degree or another? The answer is their inevitable death. For as long as mankind has existed there have been old stories about death. About the stuff of nightmares in the power of the end. Deemed trivial in comparison to the true horrors of the galaxy these stories are overlooked by Imperial authority. Those tales fell to the wayside yet persisted all the same. Now the stuff of those stories has come to life. In a twisted sort of way.
Yes, my peers the old myth of Undeath has come to life. Perhaps it always had been true and it spawned those stories. That does not matter though right now. The Undead are real and they mean to destroy our glorious Imperium. The stuff of old stories and nightmares now march against us.
This monstrous new threat can be considered to bear traits of multiple enemy factions. They bear the vast numbers of the barbarous orks and the tyranids. The sheer unrelenting nature of the Necrons. The scheming strategies of the wretched Eldar. Worst of all they boast much the same powers as the ruinous powers.
I originally came to the Ghoul Stars in pursuit of a wretched witch. This one had been spewing vile heresy and corrupting those around him. Luring souls away from the light of the Emperor with displays of sorcery. Preaching of a vile heretic god that would give them greatness. Using that rhetoric they deceived the crew of a starship into taking them there. To a civilized world known as Mousillion.
I arrived intending to execute the witch and put an end to their blasphemy. I found a strange world and my suspicions raised immediately. The pair of reigning nobles were pale skinned and eerily beautiful. The hives were not releasing their usual pollution and were too quiet. The cathedrals to the Emperor were desecrated and empty. The sky was covered in darkness no matter the time of day. I accused them of heresy and demanded they explain or die.
One of the wretched creatures laughed in my face. They told me I would die there and join the army of death. I shot them in the stomach for it. They slumped over and after I shot the other one the impossible happened. The first stood up with its body regenerating from the injury before my eyes. It's eyes had shifted to a blood red.
Transmission Interrupted. Attempting to reconnect.
@Alucard Vampiry
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