The Liber Cluster

[incinerator950]

Well the Wartorn aren't supposed to exist for a few millenia. Scratching that, no, we wouldn't lower defenses. We'd sequester arms and armor and than shift mobilization orders to lighten defenses.

[helterskelter]

The vessel shot through the system like a bolt, seeking the next jump point. This would take them further into the cluster, and hopefully, towards a reunion with their brothers. Another ship in the system detected the vessel however, though only long enough to pick up its lineage signatures.

"Dems thats gone, don go comin back, track em brudder and call da Conflagarators. Deys gonna wanna hear dis"

[Conn Eremon]

583.M37

Ecclesiarchal fleets begin taking over as caretakers of the Ghostlands. The Inquisition continues to act as the first responders, however more and more often, it is the Ecclesiarchy who arrives first and sequesters the arriving vessels. Inquisitorial inquiries on the whereabouts of these vessels that are out of place and time are met with roadblocks and ultimately dead ends. The Faust family becomes ever more reclusive after the death of Arkybold Faust, heir apparent to the throne and popular hero of the commonfolk following his successful tours in the Herzog Crusades. Secondborn son Chleffield Faust, a particularly Emperor-fearing man more concerned with the fate of his eternal soul than the state of mortal affairs, is by rights the new heir apparent, much to the dismay of his ailing father. Prior to his elder sibling’s untimely demise, Chleffield was often seen as a member of the Archbishop’s entourage, a detail that remained unchanged after his brother’s death.

[Olis]

The vessel shot through the system like a bolt, seeking the next jump point. This would take them further into the cluster, and hopefully, towards a reunion with their brothers. Another ship in the system detected the vessel however, though only long enough to pick up its lineage signatures.

"Dems thats gone, don go comin back, track em brudder and call da Conflagarators. Deys gonna wanna hear dis"

 

 

+Impossible!+ Came the roar from the dreadnought sarcophagus. Nearby, menials cringed. Brother Sergeant Bonnefus stood impassive before the Elder, unmoved and unconcerned at the outburst. It seemed to occur more so these days with the old Chapter Master.

 

"It is true, Lord Kandallius, despite the origin of the transmission." Bonnefus glanced over at the attending techmarine. He was busy placating Kandallius and the machine that bore him. No matter.

 

+It has been centuries since we trusted the Kin! Why do we take their word today?+ The fire had not left the voice issuing from the dreadnought's vox-emitters but he had at least stopped shouting.

 

"Because, my Lord, we have evidence that agrees." Bonnefus may not have been one of the Devoted but his word was implicitly trusted among the Conflagrators. Being one of the eldest line sergeants in Chapter history goes a long way to garnering respect, even from the Elders. He hadn't survived this long by being sloppy.

 

+Evidence, you say? What evidence?+

 

"A direct transmission from the Doomed themselves." Bonnefus tipped his chin upwards.

 

+Let me hear it then.+ Kandallius sounded thoughtful. That was a first. The techmarine exloaded the data into Kandallius.

 

++Brothers... ave returned... Repea... we have... urned. We will... ardinalis. The... peror protects.++ The relayed communique had not claimed it was from the Doomsayers, but old codes clearly identified it as such. Static obscured much of the transmission but, importantly, some information was still easy to pick out: The Doomsayers intended to visit the Conflagrators. As for why, that remained to be seen.

 

 

 

583.M37

Ecclesiarchal fleets begin taking over as caretakers of the Ghostlands. The Inquisition continues to act as the first responders, however more and more often, it is the Ecclesiarchy who arrives first and sequesters the arriving vessels. Inquisitorial inquiries on the whereabouts of these vessels that are out of place and time are met with roadblocks and ultimately dead ends. The Faust family becomes ever more reclusive after the death of Arkybold Faust, heir apparent to the throne and popular hero of the commonfolk following his successful tours in the Herzog Crusades. Secondborn son Chleffield Faust, a particularly Emperor-fearing man more concerned with the fate of his eternal soul than the state of mortal affairs, is by rights the new heir apparent, much to the dismay of his ailing father. Prior to his elder sibling’s untimely demise, Chleffield was often seen as a member of the Archbishop’s entourage, a detail that remained unchanged after his brother’s death.

 

Juicy. It's a shame I didn't include other noble families - this could've been Colvin's Game of Thrones.

Edited August 21, 2014 by Olisredan
Bad Typo! Burn!

[helterskelter]

oh i'm sure you can sneak in a midget or two to spice things up!

[Conn Eremon]

597.M37

Durant’s numerous halls and fortresses are virtually emptied, with millions of mercenaries coming under the employ of the Archbishop of Colvin Majoris. The entire sub-sector shifts into a more militant stance. Colvin Majoris is put under martial law. For the past decade, many commanders and adepts underwent quick turnover rates, ultimately creating a stable core of high-ranking individuals connected to every branch of the Imperium with close, near subordinate ties with the sub-sector Ecclesiarchy. Otto Gehrvir dies at the age of 73. Autopsies report probable consumption of poisonous foodstuffs, the blame for which is laid at the feet of the Council of Deacons. St. Verdinant reveals himself, is declared Gehrvir’s successor. The Council of Deacons is disbanded. Governor Chleffield Faust steps down as regent of Colvin Majoris and names the Saint as Pontifex Maximus, effectively the ruler of the entire Colvin sub-sector.

 

 

 

 

 

 

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[Olis]

597.M37

Durant’s numerous halls and fortresses are virtually emptied, with millions of mercenaries coming under the employ of the Archbishop of Colvin Majoris. The entire sub-sector shifts into a more militant stance. Colvin Majoris is put under martial law. For the past decade, many commanders and adepts underwent quick turnover rates, ultimately creating a stable core of high-ranking individuals connected to every branch of the Imperium with close, near subordinate ties with the sub-sector Ecclesiarchy. Otto Gehrvir dies at the age of 73. Autopsies report probable consumption of poisonous foodstuffs, the blame for which is laid at the feet of the Council of Deacons. St. Verdinant reveals himself, is declared Gehrvir’s successor. The Council of Deacons is disbanded. Governor Chleffield Faust steps down as regent of Colvin Majoris and names the Saint as Pontifex Maximus, effectively the ruler of the entire Colvin sub-sector.

St. Verdinant reveals himself? Oh, man, there must be a good story behind that.

 

As suggested, here's a couple of Colvin's other Families, influential or otherwise:

 

 

Colvin Family - Olgevin

 

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The Olgevins, long associated with the people and workers, are the closest Colvin comes to having a rival to the incumbent Faust bloodline. For as long as anyone can remember the Olgevins have managed and maintained the mining industry on Colvin. This gives them great power in the economy, even allowing them to retain a merchant hauler or three. The coins that pass through the hands of the Olgevins mark them as wealthy, if short-sighted, employers. Along with a close bond to the Mechanicus, the Olgevins commonly court influence amongst the local military, seeking allies and contacts in the most vital of places. 

 

Between the Fausts and the Olgevins, there is little love lost over the years of back-biting and Familial squabbling. From time to time a scion or two might wed into the other Family but these little trysts forestall the rivalry for only so long. A Faust and an Olgevin, regardless of station and rank, will more often than not find ways of demeaning the other whether by insult or more nefarious means. It would take a crisis to find either Family working side by side without malice aforethought.

 

At the time of the Reign of Blood, Aethray Olgevin brought this Family out of the gutter and mines, buying the hereditary manse known as the 'Ivory Palace' from the Munitorum. Although situated well within earshot of the starport, the dense construction of the building reduces much of the noise to barely a whisper. Aethray may not have been the first patriarch of the Olgevins but he is the best remembered.

 

 

Colvin Family - Contatus

 

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The Contatus Family is leagues shy of the influence the Fausts and the Olgevins can wield, instead they are left the dregs of power. They deal with the nomadic peoples, the indentured workers and the destitute. To them these citizens, no matter how lowly, can be of use. With little to lose in terms of politics, they are not afraid to undermine their betters, nor do they shirk from 'underhanded' actions to get what they want. Some, however, choose instead to join privateer crews or rogue traders - these are the foolish and the brave, for they rarely are admitted onto a crew as anything better than a crew chief. Few, with experience, are brought on as low ranking officers and fewer still gain command of their own vessel. But it does happen. The Contatus highly value their void-borne brethren.

 

The Contatus are content with not even attempting to gain power, as the position is considered to be an obvious target. Rather they like to live with the down trodden, often in an underworld altogether removed from the high minded spats the Olgevins and the Fausts engaged in. The men beholden to the Contatus vary greatly, from unemployed armsmen to beggars, from black marketeers to cold trade psykers. 

 

Living within the community, as opposed to living above it in manses and villas, has given the Contatus plenty of eyes and ears to watch out for trouble. Although the Arbites are commonly seen as the foe to the Contatus, it is the local Inquisition that truly challenges them.

Edited August 22, 2014 by Olisredan

[Conn Eremon]

I'm computerless today, amd there are some things I need to rewrite, so I only have a small update today.

 

DELIVERER: Choir 14b (Cathedral of St. Verdinant/Colvin Majoris)

RECIPIENT: Astropathic Center 4x1C (Seer’s Spire/Colvin Majoris)

 

+++ENCRYPTION DETECTED+++

 

+++DATA CORRUPTED+++

 

My lor…

 

Y……re….ight……nemy…..hin….peat…….enem….with…….eware…..hey….ow….I….ere.

 

K....

Edited August 22, 2014 by Cormac Airt

[Nomus Sardauk]

597.M37

Durant’s numerous halls and fortresses are virtually emptied, with millions of mercenaries coming under the employ of the Archbishop of Colvin Majoris. The entire sub-sector shifts into a more militant stance. Colvin Majoris is put under martial law. For the past decade, many commanders and adepts underwent quick turnover rates, ultimately creating a stable core of high-ranking individuals connected to every branch of the Imperium with close, near subordinate ties with the sub-sector Ecclesiarchy. Otto Gehrvir dies at the age of 73. Autopsies report probable consumption of poisonous foodstuffs, the blame for which is laid at the feet of the Council of Deacons. St. Verdinant reveals himself, is declared Gehrvir’s successor. The Council of Deacons is disbanded. Governor Chleffield Faust steps down as regent of Colvin Majoris and names the Saint as Pontifex Maximus, effectively the ruler of the entire Colvin sub-sector.

 

 

 

 

 

 

http://www.hejorama.com/wp/wp-content/uploads/2014/02/The-Joker-And-Here-We-Go.gif

 

I'm computerless today, amd there are some things I need to rewrite, so I only have a small update today.

 

DELIVERER: Choir 14b (Cathedral of St. Verdinant/Colvin Majoris)

RECIPIENT: Astropathic Center 4x1C (Seer’s Spire/Colvin Majoris)

 

+++ENCRYPTION DETECTED+++

 

+++DATA CORRUPTED+++

 

My lor…

 

Y……re….ight……nemy…..hin….peat…….enem….with…….eware…..hey….ow….I….ere.

 

K....

 

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[Olis]

"Of the five original saints of the Liber Cluster, one in particular rouses controversy; St. Verdinant the Twice-Martyred. As with all Imperial saints, the growth of a core following after the disappearance of the vaunted Andor Verdinant was slow to build. Children were named with all manner of variations of his name - Verdy, Verde, Verdine, Ferdin, Ferdus, etc - and his own symbol, the sighted one-headed eagle, became the standard sigil for the Verdian Cult. Books were written of his deeds, prophecies were proclaimed time and again of his return and splinter Cults emerged and died out.

 

Leading up to his re-emergence and meteoric rise to power, Verdians of Colvin Majoris slowly began to be subsumed into the Cult of the New Dawn, an organisation that is equally lauded and derided even now in Ecclesiarchal halls. The uncertain nature of the New Dawn's fall from grace has often been placed at the feet of others than the Saint himself. His part in the events as they unfolded remains one of the greater mysteries of the Liber Cluster - his second martyrdom leads many to believe he actively stood up against his own Cult, angry in its actions and the way it had exercised the breadth of power it held..."    

 

- Excerpt from Saints and Icons, a Polemical Study of the Greater Imperium by Hertigarde Astersis, 404.M39 (Sequestered by Ecclesiarchal Decree)

 

 

I hope I didn't paint you into a corner, Cormac. ^_^

 

 

Say, there's four more saints if anyone wants to take a crack at them. Well, I say four more, four from the early history of the Cluster (or that's how I'm imagining it). Maybe this could be what gives the thread a boost, now that it's gone a little quiet. Perhaps one of the fraters following this thread would like to throw their hat in the ring? 

[Conn Eremon]

It does, actually. :sweat:

 

But I don't mind. The Imperium is filled with misinformation, cover-ups and falsehoods. My intentions can still fit in.

[Olis]

Whoops. :P

 

Well, as I've said before, mixing things up makes it interesting. Now you've gotta improvise. ;) 

[Conn Eremon]

And this was something I had hoped to see happen. Everyone can work on everything, which means one person's contribution may very well contradict or prevent somebody else's plans. As you say, this someone else can adapt his plans to incorporate the changed dynamics, ultimately creating a combined story that might very well be greater or less than the original intent, but is most importantly built together.

 

Like now, I had plans to conclude it with a conspiracy theory. Now, I'll move it up a few slots to be before my planned major piece introducing something big to the Cluster, to set it up rather than shedding some light on it after the fact. I'll create a new concluding piece that I am thinking will also be of the conspiracy theory type, that explains how the major piece's reveals contradict what you just said is going strong two thousand years later. In this way, I can keep my major piece as I plan it, with your contribution forcing me to actually grimdark it up even more to accommodate.

 

The story is different than I had intended, but it is in line with this project's truest intent. We built it together, and challenged ourselves in the process.

[deathspectersgt7]

Sire we Still have zero contact with Colvin Naval Command :  The we are going in system full Battle Alert the The Strike Crusiers Black Huntress&Red Viper are with us( BB Remorseless Hunter ) the Rest of the fleet will hold. I smell Heresy!!!

[Conn Eremon]

Ha ha, maybe I should post something real quick, before the story changes too much!

 

I was partying yesterday and doing some rewrites, so I forgot to do post my scheduled piece yesterday. I'll do a double feature in a minute. :wink:

[Conn Eremon]

619.M37

Reports of the Archbishop’s immense army and political power reaches beyond the sub-sector. Inquisitorial pressure finally convinces the Cardinal to rescind support of the New Dawn and its proponents. Augusti Praetore, Imperial Legate of the Cluster, musters the Vanguard Fleet ‘Novus,’ escorting three million Imperial Guardsmen and including elements of the Conflagrator and All-Seer Chapters of the Adeptus Astartes. The fleet is a gesture of strength, but it is made abundantly clear to Admiral Grisson Olgevin that the intent is not to trigger an internecine war between Imperials. This “revived saint” has overstepped his bounds as a member of the Ecclesiarchy, will be told to step down by the authority of Adept Primaris of the Liber Cluster and relinquish his power to the Admiral as interim Imperial Commander.

 

 

620.M37

Cluster Vanguard Fleet ‘Novus’ enters the Colvin System and anchors itself around the Star Forts the Beneficence of Intolerance and the Fortress of the Emperor’s Guidance, and broadcasts its demands of Archbishop Verdinant on all channels. After hours of utter silence, the vanguard fleet begins to maneuver into position for a full-scale planetary invasion. Almost immediately, warning klaxons blare on the Imperial ships as the Star Forts target the large fleet and open fire with an apocalyptic spread of heavy laser fire, macroshells and atomic warheads. Return fire is admirably given, but negligible in its effect. The contingents of Conflagrators counter with an emergency boarding maneuver, however few of their attack craft reach the Fortress of the Emperor’s Guidance due to the blithering storm of shellfire. What damage those who reach the Star Fort might have caused must have been minimal, as the immense space station was fully operational when next encountered. The Imperial fleet is annihilated, but later records prove that at least some of the Imperial Guard carriers must have been captured, the regiments within turned to the Saint’s cause. The All-Seers were likely destroyed in the opening salvoes.

 

News of the fleet’s destruction reaches the rest of the Liber Cluster on the tail end of St. Verdinant’s proclamation of secession from the Imperium. With those words, an entire sub-sector is condemned to burn.

 

 

+++--+++--+++--+++--+++--+++--+++--+++--+++

 

 

Wait a minute, DSS7, your Liberite Chapter is the All-Seers, right? So I can assume that's who you are referring to? I had in my head a single strike cruiser, but I can easily incorporate those ships.

 

But now I am sure you must regret sending in a battle-barge and two strike cruisers. That's potentially half the Chapter!

 

Tomorrow, I'll post my original conclusion. This will set up my major piece, which expands on the fate of the Vanguard Fleet in detail, from their perspective. Then, I'll post up a conclusion (I'm thinking a Liber Senatorum setting) that will connect with Olisredan's latest contribution. This whole thing is meant to set up a big war effort to stamp out the secessionists, but my part in its development ends with this opening battle, one the Imperium, even the Administratum Master of the Cluster, will never know the truth of.

 

Don't worry DSS7. I'll make sure the All-Seers make a proper showing of themselves. Certainly better than the Conflagrators. :devil:

Edited August 25, 2014 by Cormac Airt

[deathspectersgt7]

YUP!!! The Chapter Master was with the Battle Barge also The Tarot fated him to die in this due to previous failures .

[Conn Eremon]

Heh. I had already started thinking ways to add a third Chapter to the mix operating independently of the fleet, until I realized I didn't even know which Chapter you were referring to. Checked back and saw it was a Chapter I was already including. That's ready to adapt to. Just boost the numbers, give them some more screen time.

[Olis]

Not a problem that some Conflagrators happen to crumple in the face of over whelming firepower and numbers. Or was it that they simply failed - maybe they were just foolhardy? The orange-clad were always flawed, psychologically. It would stand to reason that they can falter and fall. ;)

[Conn Eremon]

Way I see it, they are the type to say "If we're going to die, we take as much of them with us as we can." Mixed that with the knowledge that remaining onboard a ship-turned-death can does absolutely nothing to hurt the foe, plus a real zealous need for some close-quarters purging, and you get a "LAUNCH ALL TORPEDO-BOATS AT CLOSEST ENEMY" reaction.

 

Sadly, this isn't the kind of situation where such a response will have a particularly effective . . . effect (Good job, Cormac).

 

I see the All-Seers reacting a bit differently, which will have a greater impact given the context that will be shown in the big piece.

 

Which basically amounts to the Conflagrators going out like chumps while the All-Seers actually do something of note. But as far as the greater Imperium is aware, the Conflagrators actually did something, even if doomed to fail, while the All-Seers must have just been wiped out right off the bat. I just love that contradiction.

[Ace Debonair]

Inquisitor Victor Princeton sat patiently in the sparsely furnished room, muttering prayers to the Emperor.

 

He'd tracked a member of the Veiled Heart to the relative backwater planet of Kyrus. The planet was dominated by six huge, but crudely-constructed stone hive cities, despite possessing a very primitive level of technology.

 

The Veiled Heart he'd tracked here was named Morius, an assassin and fighter for Penumbra. Reports claimed that Morius was once part of a failed experiment to cybernetically enhance guardsmen. If that was true, or just Penumbra misinformation, Princeton couldn't say.

 

Suddenly, a voice came over the vox-caster.

 

"M'lord, this is Agent Gerras. Morius and his entourage have just entered the tavern. I can see two Nightmare soldiers standing guard on the entrance, and there are at least three more inside."

 

Finally.

 

"Stand ready, Agent. Report to Sergeant Banoga, tell him to have his men ready to surround the tavern in case this doesn't work."

 

Princeton stood up with a humourless smirk on his face. He could easily finish Morius off with the firepower available to him, but he had another objective - take the Veiled Heart alive. Nevertheless, if he failed, three squads of Imperial Guard were under orders to reduce the tavern to ashes.

 

 

Mere minutes later, Inquisitor Princeton, flanked by his bodyguard of four Inquisitorial agents, marched boldly towards the tavern. Agents Gerras and Hocklombe dealt with the two Nightmares on guard, their Saneslau-issue laspistols cutting through the thin throat armour of the sentries with ease. Agent Ryton's custom-built scanner checked the door for traps and found it clean. Inquisitor Princeton slammed the doors open, and the people within scattered in a panic. All save five.

 

A pale, vicious-looking man, all in black, with a cybernetic eye, didn't so much as flinch when the Inquisitor entered the room. His four Nightmare guards stood upright, drawing their various weapons.

 

The Inquisitor's men had the advantage, their weapons already drawn. In mere moments the four Nightmares were slain, although Agent Gerras took a hit to the arm from a las-pistol. People fled screaming from the tavern, running in all directions, and then there was silence.

 

"You must be Inquisitor Princeton," the pale man rasped. His voice had a certain metallic edge to it - perhaps the rumours were correct. The man took a swig of his drink, as though unaware of the four lasguns pointed at him.

 

"And you must be Morius." Princeton replied, quietly. "If you know who I am, then you probably know what my mission is. There are many questions for you to answer."

 

"Of course." Morius laughed. "You have me at quite the disadvantage, Inquisitor. Here I am, all alone and unarmed. Ask your questions."

 

There was a quiet sobbing from behind one of the tables. Agent Gerras moved position, dropping back and around the side of the table, keeping his las-pistol ready.

 

"It's just one of the waitresses." He called out, motioning her to stand up. The woman was absolutely terrified. Tears stained her face and she was shaking in fear.

 

"Please, m'lord, just le-" She began. Inquisitor Princeton held up a hand to silence her.

 

"Stand over there, out of the way." He pointed behind the bar. The waitress nodded, tearfully, and scurried away. Morius sat there with a sly grin on his face.

 

"Well, we seem to have service again. I might order another drink," the Veiled Heart laughed.

 

"Enough banter. No more foolishness. Tell me what you know about Lord Grey." The Inquisitor growled. "You may, at this point, be considering a witty retort. I'd advise against it." The Inquisitor drew his plasma pistol, which hummed into life with a crackling blue glow. Morius scowled.

 

"Very well, enough banter. Lord Grey knows about you, Inquisitor, oh yes. Lord Grey knows all there is to know. His eyes are everywhere. There is nowhere in the Liber Cluster that he cannot reach out and take your life. Lord Grey sent me here, and Lord Grey has had enough of you."

 

"I don't care for threats," Princeton said, with a weary sigh. "Either tell me who Lord Grey is, or say goodbye to one of your arms." Princeton raised his plasma pistol and sighted down it. Morius looked worried for a moment, but then snarled.

 

"My death will change nothing. Penumbra lives. Lord Grey lives."

 

There was a sudden, metallic noise. Princeton only had time to turn around before the flash grenade went off. He was blinded by the intense light, but had the sense to move quickly, turning back and shoving the table into Morius, catching him off balance as he attempted to rise, and knocked him to the floor. Princeton heard some lasgun fire and moved quickly. He could just about make out the shape of Morius on the floor and knelt beside him, pressing the plasma pistol to the back of his head.

 

"Everyone halt or Morius is a dead man!" Inquisitor Princeton yelled.

 

There was silence for a long moment. The Inquisitor's vision was clearing up. He looked around. His agents were... all dead. Lasgun wounds on their torsos. Had some of them been Penumbra all along? What had happened?

 

Morius made his move then, knocking the Inquisitor's arm aside just enough that the burst of plasma from Princeton's instinctive reaction fired into the tavern floor. Morius leapt up, his hands reaching for the knives at his sides, but Princeton's reactions were superb, and the second shot caught Morius in the thigh, blasting his leg clean off.

 

Morius scrambled to pick up a knife, but Princeton stomped on his arm. Morius screamed and looked up at the merciless man with the plasma pistol.

 

"I warned you, Morius. No more foolishness."

 

A faint noise caught the Inquisitor's attention. He turned just enough to see the waitress from earlier sighting down a lasgun aimed at his head just before she fired.

 

The young woman in the waitress's outfit watched the Inquisitor's corpse fall to the floor. She strode over to the badly wounded man on the floor and threw the lasgun down on top of him before activating the communicator on her wrist.

 

"Veiled Heart, this is Morius. Inquisitor Princeton fell for the trap. I'll be at the spaceport in two days."

 

"Good work, Morius." A voice replied. "Lord Grey will be pleased."

 

The woman turned to the wounded man on the floor.

 

"You played your part wonderfully, old friend. But there is one final thing you must do." She handed the man a grenade. "Wait until I am gone." The pale man nodded his agreement, weakly.

 

"Penumbra... lives..."

 

Morius took a moment to get back into character as the scared waitress, then ran out of the tavern. She was intercepted by Sergeant Banoga's men, where she convinced them the Inquisitor and Morius were fighting to the death inside the tavern. As if to punctuate her story, there was a violent explosion from within the tavern. Sergeant Banoga and his men moved in to see what had happened. Nobody paid the least attention to the scared little waitress as she swiftly and silently made her way through the streets of the hive.

 

 

-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=

I've had this story in my head for a while now. Good to finally get it down!

 

Next time I think I might have an Imperial victory, though,  if only for the novelty of it.

 

EDIT:

Purge the typo!

There might be more. Best stay wary.

Edited August 25, 2014 by Ace Debonair

[Olis]

You know, these Liber Inquisitors aren't very sneaky, are they? Well... the dead ones aren't, anyway. :P

[Teetengee]

Yeah, we need a sneaky dead inquisitor (with the warp and cybernetics, this is only half a joke).

So it doesn't matter to me, but does/should St. Crispin count as a major saint?

Is Verdinand a forward agent of Sero weakening the All Seers????

Edited August 25, 2014 by Teetengee

[deathspectersgt7]

Yeah, we need a sneaky dead inquisitor (with the warp and cybernetics, this is only half a joke).

So it doesn't matter to me, but does/should St. Crispin count as a major saint?

Is Verdinand a forward agent of Sero weakening the All Seers????

At this point the All-Seers have taken alot of hits. And The Chaplains are in a foul mood.

[Dizzyeye01]

Hey guys sorry I haven't said much recently, I do have something planned with the Remnants of the Sereiki Lions. I'll try and come up with more details soon