Shadows of the Imperium

Session 2

Tyruss: Your master whispered something about his collection before expiring. We will need to study this manse.

The dataslates provide no clues.

Tyruss rolls Tech-Use with -3.2 additional degree(s) of success!

Alexia looks up. "Can I have a look at them?"

Tiber takes the book back out and leafing through the earlier parts, trying to collate 4 months earlier when things got bad, and then up to a year when things were less severe

Tyruss hands the dataslates to Alexia with chirp-click-click,

Alexia rolls Tech-Use with -1.5 additional degree(s) of success!

Callixtus continues his walking of the perimeter of the room, looking for this and that.

Callixtus rolls Awareness with -2.3 additional degree(s) of success!

Tiber rolls Scrutiny with -1.9 additional degree(s) of success!

Alexia Alexia fiddles with them for a short while, then shakes her head and adds them to the satchel of papers, just in case.

Tiber turns slightly to Sank, "Do you have directions to the Screaming Wheel by chance?"

Yusef: (Maybe someone else try inviting me)

Sank Strenwell: I can enter the rough location into your datapad. It's a downhive cantina. Mostly manufactorum workers.

Sank Strenwell takes a quill and paper from the desk and writes an address on it.

Sank Strenwell hands the slip of paper to Yusef

Tyruss: 's mechandendrite perks up at the mention of manufactorium workers.

Callixtus continues to poke around here and there in the room, checking behind artwork, in the occasional drawer, under a cushion, a corner of rug, behind a dusty book, a soiled coaster.

Malc (GM): Everywhere you look you see subtle signs of the noble

Yusef takes the paper and turns it over then back to the front. "Hmmm… yes. Interesting."

Malc (GM): s slow decent into madness. Pages ripped from books, small obscene carvings on the ancient wooden shelves, overturned decorations.

Tiber pats the pair of servants reassuringly on the back before he leaves the room and heads back down the spiral staircase

Callixtus: Such are the wages of sin… It might be prudent to have this place burned to the ground. Fire is such a thorough purgative.

Malc (GM): The scribe blanches

Tyruss: Is there a vault or other storage you master used Sank?

some place he might have kept more of these items?

Sank Strenwell: My master kept most of his personal belongings in his room though I must insist that these rooms remain for his family. I've done nothing to give you reason to doubt my word but I am a loyal servant of this house and Master Guljian's personal effects are for the family only.

Callixtus: Well… It almost feels like we're family now, doesn't it? After these most recent events? Tragedy and trauma can do that to a person.

Tyruss gets quite close to Sank, his mechadendrites sourrounding Sank, examining him form all angles

Alexia looks up at Sank "It's precisely that loyalty that should give you concern about what would happen to your master's family should any more of these maddening objects fall into their hands.

Callixtus nods solemnly to Alexia's comments. "Exactly. Misericordian super omnia, right?"

Alexia rolls Charm 72 Target 55.

Callixtus rolls Deceive 17 Target 55.

Sank Strenwell hesitates

Sank Strenwell: I will open the door and you may examine my master's room from the hall but you may not enter. Anything further and I will summon the Arbites and we'll verify that this investigation is within it's proper boundaries.

Callixtus looks at Alexia and the others. "That seems reasonable. Lead on, my good man."

Sank Strenwell leads the group through several hallways to a large gilded wooden door.

Sank Strenwell draws a large key from his belt which he uses to unlock the bed chamber. The doors creak open to a dark room beyond.

Sank Strenwell: As you can see, everything is in order here. The master's servants keep the room orderly and he has not been to his chambers in days.

Tyruss rolls Awareness 15 Target 32.

Gaius removes his auspex and scans the room

Gaius rolls Awareness 36 Target 50.

Callixtus steps over closer to Sank and engages him in quite closely in conversation. "My good man, you are a paragon of loyalty. I am simply and quite utterly impessed with your virtue." He moves to draw close enough in conversation to distract from the work of the others.

Callixtus rolls Deceive 69 Target 55.


(To GM) rolling 1d100 Target int 36





Sank Strenwell looks over Callixtus' shoulder as he speaks, watching to ensure noone enters the room

Callixtus: How long have you been employed here? And with your master's… condition, now, do you intend to stay employed?

Sank Strenwell: For almost all my life. I was pledged to the House Guljian and am bound by my oath cog to serve them all my days.

Sank Strenwell moves to close the room up.

Sank Strenwell: That's quite enough I think

Callixtus nods slowly. "The oath cog, yes. Did you see your master's cog? What a sight! How he must have suffered for it to come to such a turn, such an end." Cal frowns, continuing in his attempt to distract the man. "Were others in the family suffering the same malady? Surely it does not run in such a noble line."

Sank Strenwell: These are sad times indeed. If any other members of house Guljian are affected I know not. My master has alienated himself over the past few months.

Callixtus: Yes, I'm sure that is a dreadful thing to behold by such a loyal and faithful servant. Even worse to run the risk of seeing your next liege lord fall to the same threat. Such a burden on your already strained shoulders. My good man, may I offer you my most empathetic and heartfelt advice?

Gaius appears satisfied with his scan of the room and stows his Auspex

Gaius turns towards Sank Sternwell and Callixtus

Gaius: "Everything appears to as he claims"

Sank Strenwell: Of course. I have no reason to mislead you.

I serve my master but I am no heretic

Callixtus nods to Gaius and then smiles at Sank. "Then you have work to do…" He moves away.

Tyruss returns the entrance way with his optical mechadendrite closely observing Sank intently.

Tyruss: Perhaps we should head to this cantina?

Gaius nods

Callixtus nods. "I wouldn't mind a drink."

Tyruss: Where is Ivar?


(To GM) rolling 1d100 target 36 for charm 40 for scrutiny





Gaius: who?

Yusef looks around. "Looks like Tiber is missing."

Callixtus smiles. "Why am I not surprised?

Yusef: "Must've seen something shiny."

Gaius reaches a finger up to the side of his helmet and activates something

Gaius: "Tiber. Respond"

Tiber rolls Awareness 15 Target 20.

Tiber hears the crackle of the Arbitrator's voice in his ear as the bartender starts to give him the evil eye. Toul sits silently for a few moments before cupping his hands in front of his mouth, fingers steeping over his nose as his thumbs activates the microbead, "Next Round on Me, Fellas!"

Gaius keys his microbead again

Gaius: "Cough if you've gone ahead to the Wheel"

Tiber downs the drink before him and offers a throat scraping cough before slamming the glass down in front of the bartender. "I don't know what the fuck that was, but give me another!"

Yusef picks up the orb cautiously and tucks it into a pocket into his jacket. "Perhaps we should join him."

Callixtus smiles. "Very good idea."

Gaius responds over the microbead "Affirmative, we are departing now heading downspire towards your location."

Gaius: "Let us depart then"

Tiber looks to the nearest guy and gives him an overobvious eyeballing before leaning towards him and offering, "You look like a guy that works too hard at his job."

Yusef pulls an iho stick from a different pocket and lights it. "Let's." He exhales the smoke right into Callixtus' face.

Tyruss: Perhaps I should hold the orb?

Yusef looks at Tyruss and shrugs but doesn't hand him the orb.

Tyruss: Take care with that witch, we will be watching.

Malc (GM): The bleary eyed manufactorum worker looks Tiber over with a half-understanding eye.

Yusef quirks his brow.

Tiber: "Name's Toul, what'll you have? Interested in getting picked up or calmed down?"

Alexia: (back- sorry)

Yusef pulls the orb from his pocket, the shoves it iindignantly into the churrigeon's hands. "Don't ever call me a witch again…" Then angrily storm out the room.

Alexia: I imagine I'm slightly overdressed for the venue…

Tyruss chirps and clicks with glee.

Tyruss: (make our way to the cantina?)

Tiber glances quickly to the bartender's avoiding gaze, "Anything to eat here?" Before the bartender replies or his new friend answers he gets up, clapping the fellow patron on the shoulder and starts to move towards the back of the dive.

Callixtus makes a few "modfications" to his attire as they move toward the cantina, just enough to blend in a bit better and just enough to alter his appearance enough from his normal to be less… rememberable.

Alexia: It might be advisable to stagger our entrances

Tyruss: or rather, not unheard of?

Gaius: I'll remain outside, out of sight for obvious reasons

Yusef enters the cantina ignoring the others. He pauses for a moment inside the door to look for Tiber.

Malc (GM): It takes you the better part of two hours to get to the Screaming Wheel. The air is thick here with the smells of industry and the area is devoted almost exclusively to production, controlled at the whim of the more commercially active noble houses. Smog clings to the stacks of the manufactorums depsite the constant whirring of the hive air cyclers. Mag trains screech overhead on ill kept railways. The sounds of the hive's life sustaining systems and the machinery of the manufactorums overlap,creating a constant drone of background noise. The harsh light of flickering chem lamps and electro torches cast deepshadows. Bursts of flame from manufactorum vents periodically providing illumination and citizens do well to stick to the main roads, averting their gaze from the dark crevaces and alleyways. The Screaming Wheel itself is actually suspended by struts from the bottom of a midhive thoroughfare. You can access the cantina from several rusted rickety railed gangways. From the traffic passing in and out you can see that it caters to gangers, toughs, and manufactorum laborers.

Tyruss enters the cantina and looks for a place to sit out of the way.

Tiber notes a threesome of brass faced braggarts as they enter the Wheel and begin to hold court. Previous attentions focused on the newcomer seem to shift to the trio as Toul finds a lonely table with a barely conscious resident. He mums a discussion as he hits the microbead discretely, "Three in the back, brass masks, threats. Bartender aware but cajoled. Ladder from thoroughfare above, suspect it lowers into kitchen."

Callixtus does not come in with the others but waits for a few minutes.

Gaius circles the establishment from the outside, looking for the ladder mentioned

Malc (GM): You can see the ladder on closer inspection. It rises off the roof of the Screaming Wheel to the throughfare above

Tyruss rolls Awareness 65 Target 42.

Malc (GM): As you step inside the Screaming Wheel, the odor of stake lho-smoke and obscura, the steanch of body sweat, and loud, pounding music issuing from a tinny vox system assault your senses. Even compared to the street ouside the place is dar, lit only by a few weak glow globes and chemical lumen-signs.

An assortment of unsavory-looking patrons populate the room, from obvious gangers in battle leathers and electoos to vacant-eyed laborers strung out on chems. Only a few bother to look up as you enter. Behind the bar, a heavy-set man cleans glasses witha dirty rcloth clutched in his poorly maintained claw of a bionic arm. Seated at a table at the far end of the room, several well coiffed rakish fellows in brass masks – appearing quite out of place – laugh as a man in manufactorum coveralls seemingly pleads with them.

The worker appears to be pleading over some sort of unpayed debt.

Yusef rolls Awareness 89 Target 36.

Yusef not seeing Tiber he strikes up another Iho stick and makes his way to the bar.

Tiber glances briefly at the entrance of the bar before standing and making his way to the brass masked trio. He smiles at the group and grabs the confused worker firmly by the shoulder. He doesn't wait for the timber of the conversation to become relevant before staring the brass masked men down and announcing, "You guys seem impotent. I got what you need. Straight slaught to the source."

Alexia makes her way into the bar a few minutes afterward, seemingly nonchalantly, and walks over to the bar to order a drink, scanning the rest of the room as she waits for the bartender.

Alexia rolls Awareness 54 Target 20.

Malc (GM): Ok

Callixtus enters but a minute or so after Alexia, cutting a different outfit, something of a dandy slumming it.

Callixtus rolls Awareness 39 Target 35.

Callixtus rolls Deceive 95 Target 45.

Gaius descends the ladder down into the bar

Gaius removes his maul from his belt and taps it on a counter to get the cooks attention

Malc (GM): The cook looks up, startled

Gaius raises his finger to his lips once he has the cooks attention, indicating that he should remain silent

Malc (GM): Are you in full Arbites gear?

The cook nods nervously

Gaius nods at the cook and moves over to the door between the kitchen and the main room

Alexia: afk a sec

Tyruss rolls Common Lore:Mechanicus 31 Target 40.

Gaius raises a finger to the microbead in his helmet "I am in position in the kitchen"

Malc (GM): After a several minutes of pleading a sharp gunshot report rips through the room and the laborer's knee explodes in a shower of gore. The well dressed gangers roar with laughter as one of them pulls a silver stub pistol from under the table, it's muzzle still smoking.

Callixtus finds a bit of shade off to a side and leans into his shoulder as if coughing. He taps his bead, "Brass Boys are nobles playing dress up as gangers.Probably getting less savory…"

Malc (GM): The ganger with the pistol walks toward the screaming laborer.

Skinner: Shhh!!! Shhhh!! You'll be fine! Just walk it off! HA HA HA HA!

Malc (GM): The other gangers respond with a renewed peel of laughter.

Tyruss rises from his table and makes way to the labourer

Tyruss: the machine god smiles upon you today labourer

Tiber begins to drown out the laughter of the nearby ganger

Tyruss attempts to mend the labourer's wounds

Skinner draws a long knife with his other hand

Tyruss rolls Medicae 97 Target 70.

Skinner: I'm afraid he's beyond saving…

Tiber keeps on laughing, louder the the pair still sitting

Skinner stabs the laborer in the gut several times

Alexia 's head snaps up at the gunshot, and she takes a few steps towards the wall.

Yusef raises an eyebrow at the gun shot, but doesn't put his drink down. He places his free hand on his pistol.

Tiber laughs louder than the sceaming worker as he slaps his back right before the gutting, then quick draws his chainsword to the neck of the thug, making a point to laugh incessantly loud as the engine roars to life

Skinner leaves the bleeding laborer on the floor and walks back to his table, with his arms spread wide in a grand gesture

Malc (GM): One of the masked gangers stands.

Tyruss rises and walks over to the table

Tyruss: Explain why you have sabotaged The Machine God's manufactorium this day.

Yusef sees the others moving towards the gangsters and sighs. With a final gulp he finishes his drink and places the glass upside down on the bar. Turning he draws his pistol.

Skinner: Well, we've a live one here lads! 6 to 1 that Reddus gets his head severed… he looks serious motioning to Tiber with his knife

Callixtus has his hand on his sword in that semi-relaxed posture of someone prepared to pull and strike in a single motion.

Tiber: "A wager? I'll have you betting on my departure and paying off the odds."

Reddus: I dont like them odds Skinner. You aughta plug this scum right in his fucking head for this.

Yusef holsters his pistol and draws his whip. Walking towards Skinner he lets it uncoil.

Tiber turns to Yusek and Callixtus, "Cover me yeah? I'm good for it."

Malc (GM): Skinner has his back turned to Yusef and doesnt notice

Skinner: See boys! He's a good sport.

Callixtus continues his very subtle motion to position himself by the 3rd brasser.

Tyruss draws his hand cannon right to the temple of one of the sitting braggarts

Tiber revs the sword engine up as Skinner speaks

Gaius rummages around looking for something to eat in the kitchen

Alexia moves carefully around the edge of the crowd, trying to get a better look.

Yusef lashes out with his whip at Skinner. "This is ruining my drink."

Yusef: (for)

Yusef rolls Weapon Skill: 75 Target: 32.

Skinner ducks as the whip cracks past his head.

Skinner: That wasnt very sporting! Ha!

Skinner dives over the table away from Yusef


rolling 1d10 + 3






rolling d10+4






rolling d10+3






rolling 1d10 +2





Callixtus rolls Initiative and gets 14.

Gaius holding a piece of meat in one hand, keys his microbead with the other. "What's going on out there?" he says between chewing

Tiber revs the engine of the chainsword even harder and looks straight into the eyes of Ripper, "Stand Down.:

Tiber rolls Deceive 75 Target 36.

Tyruss rolls Weapon Skill: 23 Target: 24.

Callixtus rolls Weapon Skill: 81 Target: 45.

Callixtus rolls Weapon Skill: 51 Target: 45.

Callixtus rolls Weapon Skill: 83 Target: 45.

Callixtus rolls Weapon Skill: 48 Target: 45.

Callixtus rolls Weapon Skill: 3 Target: 45.

Callixtus rolls Weapon Skill: 57 Target: 45.

Callixtus ((I"m out folks. One might hit. :) )

Alexia: (is there a pinball machine?)

Yusef draws his arm back, ready for when Skinner appears from behind the table.

Reddus attempts to parry the chainsword away from his neck but fails

Skinner: Me stands up and tries to push the table over at Yusef laughing the whole time.

Yusef rolls Weapon Skill: 8 Target: 32.


rolling 1d100 + 3





Yusef lashes out with his whip striking Skinner as he stands. "Submit."

Alexia rolls Common Lore: 48 Target 25.

Skinner: The whip wraps around Skinner's left arm and he drops his knife at the shock of the hit.

Babyface Ganger 2 makes a break for one of the back doors of the bar room ducking past Yusef. Cal stabs at the ganger as he passes but misses.

Alexia rolls Ballistic Skill: 43 Target: 28.

Tiber rolls Weapon Skill: 11 Target: 31.

Alexia tries to take a shot at the running ganger, but misses

Tiber: 1d10+2

rolling 1d10+2





rolling 1d10+2





Gaius peaks his head out the kitchen door to see whats going on

Babyface Ganger 2 's head is severed by the whirring chainsword blade. a fountain of viscera sprays the wall of the cantina

Tiber shouts as the bloody spray hits the wall, "I tried to make it cordial!"

Yusef: (fakescott)

Tyruss rolls Weapon Skill: 9 Target: 24.

Alexia taps her com bead "Arbiter- grab the masked runner coming your way"

Alexia rolls Ballistic Skill: 95 Target: 28.


rolling 1d10+3





Yusef rolls Strength: 41 Target: 38.

Skinner pulls away from the whip and makes a break for the front door.

Yusef rolls Strength: 5 Target: 38.

Skinner: Let's not be too hasty here ha ha!

Gaius rolls Weapon Skill: 15 Target: 45.

Tiber places the chainsword up against the disabled man's beck

Yusef picks up Skinner's gun and tosses it to Tyruss. "I knew we could come to an agreement." He looks to Gaius as he corals the other ganger. "Do you have an extra set of manacles.

Session 1
Wherein the acolytes visit Gulijan's Manor

Tiber glances at the now cool pile of detritus

Gaius makes his way back to the abandoned hab block in the nether reaches of the hive. And finds the tech-priest still chatting with his servo skull.

Gaius clears his throat and steps forward

Tiber glances towards the Arbitor

Gaius: "My contacts proved less useful then I had hoped, they only know as much as the Inquisitor said. However, as I said over comms, I was able to convince some of the local dissadents to point me towards the sable trade, and someone or something called "Zax"

Feljin J. leans against the wall, cane in hand.

Yusef puts a hand one the whip hanging at his belt. "That's not much to go on. Did they give you any idea over where to start looking?"

Alexia enters the room in time to hear Gaius's statement.

Gaius: rolling starting wounds

Tiber scratches his head and shrugs


rolling 1d5+8





Alexia: Unsurprising- it would seem that our subject cut ties with his family and business associates in the last weeks of his life.

Also rolliing starting wounds

rolling 1d5 +9





Tiber: "I'd like to get into his residence. For research."

Gaius: "Agreed, it may not be to late to save question him"


Alexia: I still have contacts working on several lines of inquiry, but by all appearances whatever contraband our subject was dealing in, he wasn't shipping it in from off-world. Not by himself, anyway.

Gaius: "If he didn't have it shipped in for him, he likely acquired it locally on a whim. That means if we can find these smugglers they are likely to have more of these xeno filth on hand."

Tyruss seems to be intently examining his servitor

Tiber: "The smugglers themselves will have a very tenuous connection to the Nobs on high. They'll use gangers as go betweens more than likely."

"Do we know where he lives?"

Alexia: Yes- no matter how hard a man tries to cut himself off, the tax collectors always know where to find him.

Gaius: "Never have I heard such truth"

Gaius sighs

Tyruss 's mechadendrite is intently observing the conversation, looking from adept to adept as they speak.

Tyruss wonders what "tax" is.

Gaius: rolling my divination

rolling 1d100





Yusef looks to Tyruss, "What about the xeno item in question. Do you know of such a device?"

Alexia: By popular account, the man was hemorrhaging money, but no registered paper trail as to where.


rolling 1d100





Tyruss 's mechandendrite looks at Yusef. "I know nothing without seeing."

Alexia: (+3 to Ballistics skill, -3 Agility)

Tyruss: There are many poisons and forbidden technologies that can cause madnesses of varying degrees

Gaius: "Then we should endevor to seek out this man and his strange device, we have a location, we need only depart"

Tyruss: perhaps if we were to see the remains of one of those killed…

Tyruss 's mechandedrite looks up and down Yusef's person.

Malc (GM): ?

Gaius: (rolling fate)

rolling 1d10





Callixtus: I was always told to follow the flow of money. The lordling has been, as Alexia says, spending freely into the Sable Trade. Perhaps keeping an eye out for another large expenditure might be wise.

Yusef: "Exposure to the immaterium, has been known to cause similar symptoms as described in the briefing. It's possible these artifacts have been tainted with its power."

Gaius: "Speculation gets us nowhere, we should depart with haste before we've another dead noble."

Callixtus pushes off the wall, hefting up his cane. "Back into the teeming throng.."

Tyruss releases his servitor and it hovers near him ready to leave.

Tiber nods and adjusts his clothing

Alexia: Rather than draw attention to ourselves, I recommend we approach this in the financial front.

His finances were very publicly a mess, he'd cut off anyone who would have been able to make heads or tails of his affairs. We could enter under the pretense that the Administratum is contemplating seizing his assets.

Tiber straightens his hair a bit with his hands and turns the outer most layer of clothing inside out, presenting a slightly drabber shade of dark green

Alexia: (Fate Thing)

rolling 1d10





Callixtus smiles at Alexia's suggestion, his posturing tightening, lips pursing tight and left brow arching. A hint of an auditor's smirk on his lips. "I like it."

Callixtus rolls Common Lore: with -2.5 additional degree(s) of success!

Callixtus rolls Common Lore:Underworld with -3.6 additional degree(s) of success!

Callixtus: lol

Yusef rolls Awareness with -3.1 additional degree(s) of success!

Gaius rolls Scrutiny with 3.7 additional degree(s) of success!

Yusef rolls Common Lore:Adeptus Astra Telepathica with -1.1 additional degree(s) of success!

Yusef rolls Interrogation with 2.4 additional degree(s) of success!

Gaius rolls Common Lore:Adeptus Arbities with -4.9 additional degree(s) of success!

Alexia: I can draw up some very convincing documentation for the occasion.

Gaius nods

Malc (GM): After some time walking through the twisting layers of Hive Desoleum Alexia guides you to a small chapel near the manse of house Guljian,

Tyruss rolls Awareness with -0.8 additional degree(s) of success!

Gaius rolls Awareness with 1.9 additional degree(s) of success!

Gaius surveys the surroundings, looking for any signs of danger, or suspicious details

Gaius: "We could attempt the official entry as Lady Alexia suggested, or perhaps we could try something less forward."

Gaius smirks and removes a multi-key from a pouch on his belt

Alexia raises an eyebrow "You assume that deviates from standard procedure."

Gaius shrugs

Gaius: "With the emperor's blessing I have not fallen under the gaze of the tithe collectors yet"

Callixtus rolls Deceive with -0.7 additional degree(s) of success!

Malc (GM): It is clear at a glance that Guljian's manse has seen better days – Crumbling stonework and tarnished plasteel show a shocking degree of neglect.

Yusef rolls Athletics with -0.9 additional degree(s) of success!

Tyruss looks at the Chapel for some time before saying

Tiber rolls Scrutiny with -1.2 additional degree(s) of success!

Tyruss: This Chapel bears no Machine Spirits focused on security.

Malc (GM): Two lumin-globes, one flickering intermittently illuminate the large arched doorway, which houses a set of heavy wooden doors inlaid with elaborate carvings of mythical wasteland beasts from Desoleum's most ancient legends. A short flight of broad steps leads to the doors, each set with a knocker cast in the form of a coiled serpent.

Alexia rolls Deceive with 3.3 additional degree(s) of success!

Callixtus appears to have adjusted his attire slightly to more readily appear as a random staffer in an audit team.

Gaius: "Guess I'll be your official escort"

Alexia: I'm honored, Arbiter

Gaius removes his helmet, carrying it under one arm while slicking back his salt and pepper hair with the free hand and winks at Alexia

Tiber: "I will sneer convincingly at impertinent lines of questioning."

Gaius places his free hand on the pommel of his maul

Tyruss stands off to the side, observing.

Gaius looks to the others and gives a shrug

Gaius turns slams his armored fist against the door a number of times. then waits

Callixtus positions himself behind Alexia to the right slightly, hands clasped behind his back, glasses slid down toward the end of his nose.

Malc (GM): The knock echoes in the empty halls behind the door.

After several interminable minutes you hear faint footsteps behind the door

Tiber glances at any nearby windows for movement,

Malc (GM): The door cracks open revealing an old butler in moth eaten finery.

Gaius returns his hand to his maul as he hears footsteps

Yusef finds a seat in the chapel and sits down, and begins fidgeting with the clasp on holster of his las pistol.

Brym Nidi: Hello, the master is taking no visitors today. We ask that you please return at a later day. Good day.

Callixtus rolls Awareness with 0 additional degree(s) of success!

Malc (GM): He pauses, waiting for you to leave

Alexia holds up the documents to the partially opened door.

Alexia: Unfortunately, your master does not have that luxury today.

Brym Nidi: What is this? We dont need anything. We have regular agreements with merchants

Alexia: You master is severely delinquent in his tax obligations to the Imperium.

Callixtus narrows his eyes at the old butler for a moment and then turns his head to the side, his hand scratching at his ear. Over the microbead he whispers Unnatural anxiety and nervousness. His is hiding something.

Gaius subtly moves to the side so as to simultaneously offer the butler a clearer view of Alexia, but also to position his armored foot to prevent the door from closing

Alexia: We have authority to enter the premises and perform an accounting of the contents, and seize an required records for additional auditing.



Brym Nidi grabs the documents and examines them

Brym Nidi 's mouth narrows with concern

Brym Nidi: The master is unwell but you may enter. I will ask him to see you.

Alexia holds up her hand.

Alexia: I must insist that you remain here.

Brym Nidi pushes open the massive wooden door and ushers you into the barren entry hall. The hall is barely illuminated and only a few guttering candles cast a feeble lights from the brass chandeliers above.

Brym Nidi: Please follow me

Tyruss follows the group in

Callixtus remains behind and slightly right of Alexia.

Brym Nidi leads you down a hall into a large dusty welcoming room filled with paintings and ill-kept trappnings of finery.

Gaius enters the hall, surveying all the exits from the room

Brym Nidi: Please wait here, I will fetch the master.

Gaius rolls Awareness with 3.4 additional degree(s) of success!

Tiber follows after the group, a certain lightness to his step

Gaius whispers to the others "He seems nervous about something"

Tyruss rolls Awareness with -3.8 additional degree(s) of success!

Brym Nidi dissapears down the hall towards a spiraling staircase leading to the upper stories of the manse

Alexia: "So when I tell him not to run into the house, and everyone else has large weapons, how does he still manage to run into the house without incident, I wonder."

Alexia murmers to herself.

Gaius: "I didn't wish to cause a ruckus"

Gaius removes his auspex and begins scanning the surroundings

Gaius rolls Awareness with 0.1 additional degree(s) of success!

Gaius gives the device a slightly smack on the side, sighs and puts it away

Callixtus: Oh… I guess I could have cut his hamstrings. But somehow that seemed a tad out of character, don't you think? Swashbucklers and Auditors Incorporated.

Tiber glances around the room, looking for anything out of place

Gaius taps callixtus on the shoulder and gestures with his eyes towards the second floor balcony

Tiber rolls Scrutiny with -5 additional degree(s) of success!

Tiber licks his thumb and starts rubbing some of the paintings

Tiber finds some knickknacks whose authenticity he establishes by biting

Tyruss rolls Awareness with 2.2 additional degree(s) of success!

Alexia rolls Awareness with -0.3 additional degree(s) of success!

Yusef rolls Awareness with 3.4 additional degree(s) of success!

Callixtus looks around the room, pausing at an empty display case. "All of the usual markers of nobility, the little touches and trappings… They aren't here. Perhaps the lordling has been selling is possessions to fund his habit?

Gaius: "Must be an expensive habit"

Malc (GM): After perhaps 10 minutes the servant returns with hurried steps

Brym Nidi: I'm sorry, the master is much to ill to have visitors today. You must leave immediately. Please return tomorrow and perhaps he will see you.

Tiber: The butler motions towards the door rapidly

Gaius: "You are in luck good man, we have, by chance, a Chirurgeon with us"

Tiber steps towards the butler and smiles, "I'm sorry I missed your name."

Tiber rolls Charm with 1.4 additional degree(s) of success!

Brym Nidi: Uh… erm.. Brym. Brym Nidi. I'm sorry but we'll summon our own Chiurgeon. I really must insist that you leave.

Alexia smiles.

Brym Nidi motions for the door again

Alexia: I'm afraid you don't understand…your master does not have that option. Failing to meet your tithe obligations is a direct offense against the Imperium.

Brym Nidi opens his mouth to retort…

Alexia: As ill as he is, I can imagine he may not be up to visiting with us directly.

Malc (GM): A bloodcurdling scream echoes through the manse

Alexia: As a courtesy to his position, we can perform the audit without his presence.

Tyruss steps forward, mechandendrite examining Brym

Tiber dashes towards the spiral stairs

Brym Nidi turns and runs for the stairs

Tyruss: I'm am happy to bring health to your master

Gaius swings his helm onto his head with one motion and removes his maul from his belt but does not activate it

Yusef sighs

Yusef unclasps his las pistol and follows the others up the stairs.

Gaius Sprints towards the stairs

Malc (GM): You see several other servants who had been waiting in the wings also dashing for the stairs.

You follow the rush of servants to a study on the third floor and push through the doors into the room. Before you stands the older man in armor that some of you saw earlier in the waiting room.

The study before you is a scene of chaos: embossed books and fine quills are strewn about haphazardly, while parchment, ink, and lamp have been knocked from the desk, leaving only a small black orb sitting atop it.

Tiber rolls Scrutiny with 3.2 additional degree(s) of success!

Callixtus rolls Awareness with -3.1 additional degree(s) of success!

Malc (GM): Kneeling on the floor, a man in ripped and shredding finery screams and babbled incoherently as he claws at his own face- his lips are ripped to tatter, and blood sreams from numerous cuts and dears across his face. Lying near him is a bloodly letter opener and two pulped white globs – his eyes.

Callixtus can't see jack from where he is standing.

Tyruss rushes towards the man and begins examining him

Alexia follows cautiously.

Gaius: "This is now a crime scene under the authority of the Adeptus Arbities, all servants are to leave the room, but not the house"

Malc (GM): The servants back away from the door as a group horrified

Tiber glances at the others, "We should look to securing that orb, for tax purposes."

Malc (GM): The old servant in armor speaks

Sank Strenwell: Who are you really?

Sank Strenwell 's eyes narrow

Yusef moves over to the desk where the orb sits and looks at it.

Callixtus stands at the door, looking at each servant. "Do not leave the house. Your presence is noted and should you leave, the audit will follow you and your kind unto the seventh generation."

Tyruss rolls Medicae with -0.3 additional degree(s) of success!

Tiber glances over at the armored guy and assumes a friendly demeanor

Tiber rolls Charm with 0.2 additional degree(s) of success!

Alexia pulls out her Picto-Recorder, and captures a video of the scene.

Callixtus rolls Deceive with 2.4 additional degree(s) of success!

Gaius: "I assure you sir, this armor is not fake"

Tyruss: You should be happy Lans, this is a great opportunity to replace the weak flesh eyes with a gift of Machine Spirit imbued eyes.

Well done removing your own eye, sir.

Gaius: "Yeah normal crazy might have stopped with the first eye, takes real dedication to get them both…."

Malc (GM): The ragged noble screams out "The orb! The orb! It has showm me the forgottin kingdoms and cyclopean cities of history! Laughing gods in the dark and collections of pain!"

Gaius: "mmm hmmm"

Gaius removes his helm and places it over the orb

Tiber: "As we tried explaining to my dear friend Brym," he pauses as Lans interrupts,

Gaius: "lets just cover that up"

Yusef rolls Scrutiny with -3 additional degree(s) of success!

Alexia makes sure to swing her recorder around to get footage of the eye, but does not look at it directly herself.

Tyruss attempts to calm the man with a medicines from his servitor skull.

Tyruss rolls Medicae with 5.9 additional degree(s) of success!

Tiber makes his way over to Brym and reassuringly puts an arm around his shoulder and tries to usher him towards the other servant

Tyruss gently places Lans on the floor and begins to examine him thoroughly.

Gaius walks back over to the armored man, leaving his helm covering the orb

Tyruss: I will attempt to stabilize him.

Tyruss rolls Medicae with 5.8 additional degree(s) of success!

Malc (GM): The noble

Gaius: "So besides the maddening orb of unknown, but doubtlessly heretical origins, is there anything you'd like to add to this situation sir?"

Malc (GM): The noble's speech slows and his body, ceases to wrack itself with convultions as the tech priest's tonics work their way through his system.

Sank Strenwell: My master has been unwell for some time, perhaps a year or more but only recently did he descend to this level of madness.

Gaius: "How recently"

Sank Strenwell: Perhaps the last two weeks or so.


Tyruss rises from Lans and says

Sank Strenwell sifts through the papers on the floor

Tyruss: It's clear that this man is not using any chems. He is however singularly focused on this orb

Gaius: "Alexia"

Gaius points towards the papers

Sank Strenwell lifts a small book with a blue leather cover from the pile of papers and hands it to Tiber

Sank Strenwell: This is my master's journal.

Tyruss moves towards the orb and begins to examine it.

Alexia: You certainly have a way with words, Arbiter.

Callixtus moves through the room with the servants now gone to their rooms. He appears to be studying the room, its contents, artwork, etc.

Callixtus rolls Awareness with 2.4 additional degree(s) of success!

Alexia Alexia puts away her recording device, and walks over to examine the strewn papers.

Tyruss: How long has this orb been in the household?

Alexia rolls Scrutiny with 3 additional degree(s) of success!

Tiber takes the book from Sank with the appearance of earnest solemnity. "This will go a long way in helping matters."

Gaius returns to the orb and retrieves his helmet doing his best to avoid even glancing at the orb

Sank Strenwell: I've seen the orb several times before today over the past six months or so. I don't know where it came from or how long he's had it though. It always made me sick to my stomach to be near it

Sank Strenwell signs the aquila

Tiber opens the book in the middle and starts thumbing towards the most recent entries

Tyruss rolls Forbidden Lore:Archeotech with -3.6 additional degree(s) of success!

Callixtus picks something up from the side of the room, turning it over in his hands.

Malc (GM): As you approach the orb you can tell that it makes no noise but there is a perceptable thrum of power. The device is obviously of some xeno manufacture

Tiber: "Very interesting. Tell me sir, what can you tell me about what he's mentioning here? Going to the underhive alone?"

Sank Strenwell: My master slipped out several times by himself. I did manage to follow him once to some seedy underhive business called The Screaming Wheel

Gaius rolls Common Lore:Underworld with -3.3 additional degree(s) of success!

Tiber: "The Screaming Wheel, a charming establishment I'm sure. Did you just see him enter or did you inquire further?"

Gaius: "Can't say I've heard of that establishment"

Tiber rolls Common Lore:Underworld with -1.2 additional degree(s) of success!

Alexia furrows her brow slightly, and begins to collect sheets of paper.

Gaius walks over to Tyruss

Malc (GM): The noble mutters to himself "My collection. Mycollection!" before seizing violently

Callixtus walks over to Alexia. "Appears he was less than happy with his oath cog. Rather disturbing." He offers it to Alexia.

Malc (GM): Lans begins muttering some unknown tongue that grates at your ears with it's unfamiliar pronunciation.

Gaius whisper to the tech-priest "Do you think this orb is safe enough to secure, or do we need to arrange to have it retreaved"

Tiber glances back at the book then down to Lans, speaking a bit louder to see if the noble reacts he asks Sank, "Did your master mention to you at all the Pale Child?"

Sank Strenwell: I've never heard of it before today

Tyruss looks to Gaius, I'm uncertain, I have never seen a device like this before. Clearly it should be destroyed at once.

Malc (GM): The noble seizes violently again, biting his own tongue as a shower of blood erupts from his mouth. He laughs, gurgling blood filling his mouth, and expires.

Tyruss examines the noble again.

Sank Strenwell signs the aquila and backs away from his former master

Gaius: "That is… unfortunate"

Tyruss Muttering in tech, he examines his servitor skull.

Sank Strenwell 's eyes dont leave the corpse

Tyruss: This should not have been possible. He was heavily sedated.

Sank Strenwell: Over the last four months Master Guljian's behavior has been changed the most though it's been happening for over a year. He has neglected his affairs and often locked himself away in his study for hours on end, refusing to be seen and even going days without eating

Alexia looks up. "Has he taken any visitors at all in the last few weeks?"

Tiber pockets the book with a gesture as he tries to bring Sank and Brym in closer, speaking with deference, "Is there anyone we should contact? Other Nob-ility he may have had acquaintances with before or after his behavior turned?"

Sank Strenwell: No, none at all

Tyruss: Does you master have a collection of items? Items that are new to the household?

Gaius bends down and searches the nobles body

Tyruss examines a few dataslates around the room.

Gaius digging around in pockets, and running the auspex over the corpse.

Sank Strenwell: I havent seen anything similar to this object. Nor do I ever want to see it again

Tiber nods repetitively, "Understandable."

Gaius removes a few scrapes of crumpled paper from the pockets of the dead noble, and walks over and places them in Alexia's hands

Alexia adds the paper to the pile she has been collecting.

Tyruss: Your master whispered something about his collection before expiring. We will need to study this manse.

The dataslates provide no clues.

Tyruss rolls Tech-Use with -3.2 additional degree(s) of success!

Alexia looks up. "Can I have a look at them?"

Tiber takes the book back out and leafing through the earlier parts, trying to collate 4 months earlier when things got bad, and then up to a year when things were less severe

Tyruss hands the dataslates to Alexia with chirp-click-click,

Alexia rolls Tech-Use with -1.5 additional degree(s) of success!

Callixtus continues his walking of the perimeter of the room, looking for this and that.

Callixtus rolls Awareness with -2.3 additional degree(s) of success!

Tiber rolls Scrutiny with -1.9 additional degree(s) of success!

Alexia Alexia fiddles with them for a short while, then shakes her head and adds them to the satchel of papers, just in case.

A Summons
Wherein you are summoned to the Emperor's Service

One by one you have made your way down into the underhive of the massive capital spire of Hive Desoleum.  You've descended through the crowds of stinking thrall workers on their endless parade of shifts and past Ministorum processions of screaming flagellants towards levels of the hive that have not seen the light of day in thousands of years.  The lingering odor of blood and the stench of the massive press of humanity that is the manifest of the Emperor's divine will clings to your clothes as the heat of ancient machines who's function is long lost heats the air oppressively all around you.

Your mind flickers back to the cryptic message delivered by gene-coded servo-skulls as you enter the semi-abandoned hab block:  You have been called once again to the Emperor's service.  As the last of you arrive in the secure bolt hole you see the others:  The Scribe, the Assassin, the Arbitor, the Infiltrator, the Outcast.  In one corner of the dim candle lit room you see a dull glow and flickers of movement in the candlelight indicating the Tech-Chiurgeon is communing with his servo-skull.

Moments after the last of you arrives a panel in the wall slides away revealing the emaciated body of a lobotomized servitor.  Dry dust fills the air and cobwebs rip audibly as the ancient automaton takes several steps to the center of the room.  The servitor's tarnished vox unit crackles with static before a mechanical voice intones:

"Hive Desoleum holds many heresies and horrors, and you my acolytes are gathered here for but one of them.  There are increasing reports of horrible deaths within the hive's upper levels, with odd items of a possible xenos or archaeotech nature found with each corpse.  Some of nobles have related that these deaths were preceded by bouts of erratic and troublesome behavior and rumors have swirled of late that a hive noble named Lans Guljian has exhibited many of the same behaviors.  

Rejoice for you are tasked with the Emperor's Work:  to investigate the deaths and possible connections to any illicit artifacts, determine if they are potential dangers of a wider nature, and terminate their distribution.  Recover and contain any items uncovered, lest they corrupt others.

Carry the Emperor's Light with you through the hive, for there is little proper illumination to be found in this festering, ancient edifice.  Desoleum teeters on the blade's edge of damnation and one further heresy could topple the entire hive into the abyss.  May you have the honor of dying in His service."

With a hiss the servitor's flesh begins to rapidly disintegrate, falling to the floor in hissing rivulets.  After only a few moments, all that remains is a pool of sizzling gore and a pile of servitor compellers cracked with age. 



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