(Imperial Date – in Low Gothic, redacted)

The Acolytes have taken me in. This is most fortuitous, and quite terrifying at the same time. I have longed to serve the Emperor and now have the greatest opportunity to do so. The protections the Inquisition offers one cursed as myself are also a blessing, should I be overtaken by the Warp I know one of my companions will bless me with a quick death.

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Our first foray into the workings of the Heretic are to track down the fragments of a Warp kissed mirror. I am unsure of its significance other than it is a conduit for the Warp or one of its denizens, making it an Inquisitorial matter to be sure. This corrupt and failing world needs no prodding to descend into further impurity and such malefic items need to be purged.

There are others on this blighted world who seek the mirror shards as well. Some are also cursed by the Warp as one had been to my lodgings. I felt their mark on the place when the Acolytes agreed to use it as a temporary safe house for a Lady. We wisely chose not to ensconce her there and with us she must remain for a while longer, until we find a secure place for her to weather this storm. A noble she may be but in this we are all agreed that she is an innocent, as far as the matter of the mirror are concerned at least. She lacks the fortitude needed to deal in such artifacts.

Not long after this we ventured to the Manse of a waning house to secure another mirror shard and were set upon by corpses possessed by animating spirits. These malefic beings are difficult to dispatch and my training with the Razorflail proved of little use, though grateful for it I was none the less. I must redouble my efforts to master this weapon if I am to both be of use to He Who Sits on the Golden Throne and to survive my service for any length of time.

We escaped the attack at the Manse with another shard in our possession, though some of us were injured, all will live to continue their service. I am unsure of where we are all to go next but my companions have proven themselves capable at every turn and I trust that they will know what we must do. These worlds on which humanity wallows have too many Captains, no clear chain of command, and no helmsmen. It is no wonder they are a confusing jumble and full of corruption.