Emperor Preserve

Excerpt from the personal diary of Acolyte Eiael
The ongoing wanderings of a band of Acolytes

(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.

Cold, Wet and Confused - Portheos' Personal Notes
Exploring a cellar without any wine...


Why am I here in this dank cellar, surrounded by this handful of psychopaths instead of back in the librarium with my books and a nice bottle of amasec? Yet the Inquisition calls and I must answer. So I follow them into the bowels of this horrible demesne in search of corruption to root out.

The first room was horrible – I found myself face to face with a combat servitor that not only nearly removed my entire handsome face, but it nearly ruined my favourite hat in the process. Yes, yes, the rest of my ‘peers’ were there and faced off against some deranged man in a lab coat – a coroner I believe. And yes I was saved by one of them who decided to bring a shotgun to a sword fight – but my HAT was nearly RUINED. I collapsed at the mere thought of being left so bereft of that delightful number.

As if that wasn’t enough, after we cleared out that servitor and some other minions.. the very bodies in the room came to life! Emperor save me, such things are beyond the pale. Coupled with the hat.. I could not even bring myself to enter that accursed place until my compatriots had cleared out what remained of those things. Once they had done the dirty work we made our way deeper in as I summoned my strength and courage to press onwards. Down the hall we came across a series of cells holding some poor souls who were gratefully still alive and not trying to kill us. We encountered this salty though capable trooper and some of his cohort. Oh….. and a sister.

Yes, a bloody sister. If it wasn’t bad enough that I’m getting my face chewed up by a chain sword, my favourite hat was nearly shredded, and here we are in a dusty, dark and utterly uncomfortable prison – I now have to watch my back against a witch hunter! Sanctioning means little to those fanatical daughters of our blessed Emperor and should she take a dislike to my use of the warp to aid us then my life is forfeit. I will have to be wary of her until I can be assured of her motives.

I need to go now, our elevator that we commandeered has come to a halt and the rest of our group is restless. Given what we’ve seen so far, my heart is racing in anxiety over what horrors await us still…


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