 WH40K Rogue Trader: Blood and Bolters, IC Thread: Chapter 1 Reclaiming What is Ours |
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 Dec 31 2010, 08:06 AM
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OOC Thread: http://forums.dumpshock.com/index.php?showtopic=33855
<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<Open Slate>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>> <<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<Open Datafile>>>>>>>>>>>>>>> A brief overview of House Vorhees By Canderous Kalim -May you never tire in your service to the emperor and your quest to expand his light and domain. - Arch Militant Drusus signed on the Vorhees Warrant In my continuing study of the various Rogue Traders fair and foul who operate in the Koronos Expanse few dynasties have had such a checkered past as the Vorhees clan. Early History: The Vorhees Warrant was originally granted to Augustor Vorhees a contemporary and friend of Saint Drusus himself. Little is known of Augustor other than he was a Imperial Navy commander especially regarded for his piety and zeal. Granted the Warrant in 382.M39 after Drusus ascended to the rank of Arch Militant Augustor traveled to worlds in the wake and near area of the crusade turning them to the God Emperor's light and raising additional forces for the crusade. After the second death of Drusus he continued to settle and civilize many planets amongst the Calixis sector leaving exploration of the Koronos expanse to his successor generations. More Recent History: The Vorhees family continued to grow and prosper over two millennium. Although their methods of expanding their power base through interstellar trade and diplomacy in the Calixis sector raised scorn amongst those Rogue Traders who primarily engaged in operations on the far side of the maw they cultivated many important contacts and connections throughout the sector governments. Indeed many of the sector noble houses can trace lineage back to a Vorhees member who “went native” on one of their worlds. The Decline: The ascendancy of Agatha Vorhees to the command throne, replacing her ailing grandfather Cogliosto, was lauded by many as a sector as a positive change for the clan.. Agatha had spent almost 90 years in service to battlefleet Calixis eschewing her families political connections to rise through the ranks based on her own zeal. As such it was believed she would return the family to a more expansionist path. Shortly after the Lady Agatha's assumption of command duties in 308.M41 her family drew the gaze of the Ordo Calixis branch of the Holy Inquisition. The details of what followed have never been clear but this much is known: The family survived the Ordo's attentions, which many Rogue Trader's do not, and her sister Aneska disapeared without a trace. Lady Agatha launched herself into the expanse to recoup her families losses. While by all accounts she succeeded from a financial standpoint she continued to suffer family tragedies. Her eldest daughter and heir Margaret was turned over to the black ships after an unfortuante incident aboard her mother's flagship that cost the lives of the ship's navigator and his second. Only the presence of a third navigator traveling as a passenger and guest of the Lady saved the ship and crew. Her son Julius died defending Port Wander from the Ork Warboss Gulgrog in 422.M41. Perhaps even more tragically the ancestral ship Divine Inspiration was stricken in the battle and deemed unsalvagable though it lies within auspex range of Port Wander. Lady Agatha has produced other possible heirs to her command throne since but it seems the flame of the family is ready to gutter and die at last, brought down by a change of fate, and perhaps a loss of faith. It seems they are one tragedy away from being swallowed up by the maw or imperial authorities. <<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<End File>>>>>>>>>>>>>>> -Editors note. Sadly this was the last profile completed by scribe Kalim, shortly after he published this he was lost along with all hands aboard the chartist vessel Penitent Traveler. Sightings or involvement of the Vorhees flagship Unbridled Wrath were deemed unsubstantiated by the naval board of inquiry. |
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Dec 31 2010, 08:07 AM
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[OOC: Reserved, this game will not start until at least January 15th. Please do not post in this thread until authorized to do so.]
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Jan 23 2011, 10:47 AM
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Runner Group: Dumpshocked Posts: 2,946 Joined: 1-June 09 From: Omaha Member No.: 17,234 |
OOC: In Character Briefings, you may read if you wish although obviously your character may not have knowledge of the other characters brief. I was going to post the initial post tonight but I want to revise it a bit and right now the words are swimming. More tomorrow.
Zacharias Hakkonen [ Spoiler ] Synthia: [ Spoiler ] Lucius [ Spoiler ] Mordechai [ Spoiler ] Augustian [ Spoiler ]
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Jan 24 2011, 06:56 AM
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The Vorhees compound at hive tarsus is by design intimidating and magnificent. It sits on a large mountain plateau overlooking much of the rest of the hive and houses a massive complex of both grounds and support buildings. The central structure itself serves as the anchor point for a sky ribbon, a piece of archeotech that predates imperial re-conquest of the planet and who's termination point is a space dock in geosynchronous orbit. The only approach up the plateau is a heavily guarded road that massive matterial haulers travel up and down constantly in a slow and methodical fashion each similar in size to a scout titan. These slow moving and massive obstructions providing as effective a barrier on the narrow road as the artillery and storm bolter emplacements that look over it. The compound conveys two things by design, we are unassailable and we reach to the stars.
Within the compound the banquet and party going on guests are arriving via their own or Vorhees provided shuttles landing at a pad on the grounds near the main building. The surrounding gardens are immaculately kept representation of plants and animals whose ancestors were brought in from holy Terra. Standing in the center of the garden near the landing pad is a white ash planted by the first Vorhees to claim this plateau after vanquishing some faction long forgotten to dust. Inside the great chamber a grand spectacle fit for high society has been set. Off to one side an orchestra plays music fit for the sort of ballroom dancing currently in favor in the courts. Agile cherubim servitors flit down from the rooftops to fetch away glasses and bring more drinks while pages in Vorhees colors circulate with appetizers and orderves. There is a grand banquet hall long row tables are laid out for the guests to sit once the meal is served. Amongst these long rows of seating sit various lesser merchants, military officers, and other walks of life. For many of the lesser guests the invitation to such an event will be the highlight of the season, if not their lives, and will hopefully repay the Vorhees in favors and reputation more then what it has cost them in gelt. At the far end of the chamber a table for more distinguished guests sits. Representing the highest orders of the imperium these guests represent the bodies most important to the Vorhees clan. The Imperial Cult, Imperial Navy, Imperial Guard, and the Navis Nobile, and Machine Cult have all provided representatives. Last but certainly not least an aged crone of a throne agent, a representative of the Holy Inquisition dozes occasionally roused by her cybernetics waking her in response to some movement or snippet of conversation out on the floor. In a table above even them the outgoing crew (that'd be you guys) are seated, many of you meeting for the first time. Thrust into this situation no doubt as much to meet each other as to test your abilities to function in such an enviroment. Two seats sit open at the high table, one was previously occupied by the master of the evenings ceremonies, Alejandro Vorhees, who ushered you all into you seats and set you talking before begging excuses to mingle and greet his guests. The older gentleman looking barely a day over forty although he is well into his second century. The chief representative of the Vorhees on planet is evasive about his purpose and does little to hide the fact from you that your send off is also a pretext for him to hold this gathering and work it's political angles. He has promised a more formal ceremony and briefing after the festivities have concluded and that all will be made clear in time. Of course you are aware that Alejandro is manipulating and testing you he's all but said as much, but despite himself it's very difficult to be even annoyed at him for it. So now you sit, thrust into a situation that is both the center of attention and yet largely ignored, wondering about those next to you. Perhaps now would be a good time to get to know your future shipmates while the masses are distracted by a set of tumbling performers careening between whirling blades between the two long tables. |
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Jan 24 2011, 10:25 AM
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Target Group: Members Posts: 9 Joined: 6-January 11 From: Ohio Member No.: 19,340 |
Augustian leans back in his chair, lacing his fingers and rubbing his thumbs together while watching the party unfold below. A cherubim flutters down to set drinks upon the table, to which he frowns and mutters something about bats. Once the servitor finishes and returns to the sky, he turns back in his chair to the the table and those sitting at it.
"It is quite the show that is being put on today. Father always did like his grand to-do's, though I suppose we should talk before being set upon by well wishers. I am only familiar with a couple among us, and even those I have not spoken to in some time." He nods to Lucius and Mordechai. "It seems that in the interests of harmony we should get to know each other. After all, we'll be serving together for some time, if the Emperor so wills. I am Augustian Vorhees, son of Alejandro our esteemed host for this evening. I have served with the Guard for 20 years, and in that time have done everything from serving on the line to working with the quartermasters of the Munitorium and beyond. I'm here because, well, father isn't as young as he likes to pretend he is, and he wishes to ensure that the house will have a steady hand holding it together for the next holder of the warrant. My training for this apparently has lead me to this grand endeavor we will be embarking upon." |
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Jan 24 2011, 06:04 PM
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Mordechai nods his hooded head in agreement. He is garbed in the normal fashion of the Navis Nobile, a long robe and a hood carefully folded to prevent staring at the strange gift all navigators are blessed with. His robe is jet black, embroidered with a pack of golden wolves chasing large elk creatures. Oddly, while the rest of the places were set with chairs a simple stool was all that occupied Mordechai's place. His pale face is all that is visible.
"Indeed Augustian, it would be wise and prudent to introduce ourselves to each other. I am Mordechai, of a Navis Nobile house that no one has every heard of. Upon completing my training, I was assigned to Fenneris, and served the Space Wolves that call that world their home. For many years I piloted their ships, ferrying them from battle to battle. In due course, I fought in boarding actions against fell xenos, and helped bring the Emperor's light to many worlds. I was discharged, and found myself without a ship. Augustian found me and offered me a place piloting the ships of the Vorhees Clan, a duty to which I am more than ready to begin. I have been planet lorn for too long, I long for the open void and carting those who would spread the most holy Emperor's presence through the Immaterium to reach their destination." |
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Jan 24 2011, 10:10 PM
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Runner Group: Members Posts: 2,654 Joined: 29-October 06 Member No.: 9,731 |
A red-robed man farther down the table leans forward. His face is long and thin, the lower half replaced by augmetics that give his breathing a rasping, amplified quality. His nose is long and bladelike, and his eyes burn with intensity beneath overhanging brows. Shoulder patches on his robe display the skull-and-gear emblem of the Cult Mechanicus, and twin mechadendrites sprouting from behind each shoulder give the incongruous impression of folded wings. The hood of his robe is folded back, revealing his shaven skull to be long and highly domed. The overall impression is of a predatory bird, reinforced by his quick, abrupt movements.
"I am Zacharias Hakko-konen, by the gra-grace of the Omnissiah Explorator-or-Magos. I have ser-served the Deus Mechanicus my entire-ire life. I am instructed by my superiors on-on Holy Mars to aid the salvage-vage of the Divine Inspiration-tion, and then to sail with her-er as her chief engin-inseer." The Magos evidently suffered from a fault in his vox modulator which caused him to repeat random syllables. Having made his introduction, Hakkonen settles back in his seat and turns his eyes toward the ceiling with a certain amount of irritation evident in his manner. He had been accompanied into the hall by a servo-skull, and the little device's machine spirit had taken an immediate and inexplicable dislike to the house cherubim. Every time one of the winged servitors drew within ten feet or so, the ill-tempered machine extruded a shock prod and menaced the cherubim with it. The servo-skull is currently engaged in what appears to be a full-fledged dogfight with one of the cherubim among the columns supporting the vaulted ceiling, and it is this endeavor which Hakkonen observes with increasing annoyance. Finally he lifts his head and emits a burst of Techna-Lingua in a distinctly admonitory tone, and his servitor abandons its prey with palpable reluctance to float down and resume its position behind the Magos' seat, somehow managing to convey sullenness even without a face or body language. |
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Jan 25 2011, 05:10 AM
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Neophyte Runner Group: Members Posts: 2,174 Joined: 13-May 04 From: UCAS Member No.: 6,327 |
Cornelius, idly stirring his cup and seemingly lost in thought, looks up from his cup and nods. His brown hair and temple is accented by his widow's peak. His simple ecclesiarchal robes hangs loosely on him, while an aquila pendant around his neck. Cornelius' piercing blue eyes glances around the table at each of the individuals as they spoke.
"Greetings to each of you, my name is Cornelius von Kruegar. I'm sure you can see as to what role I will be providing upon this endeavour. I have served as chaplain on the Imperial frigate, Terra's Fury, for the past 40 years. Prior to my calling, I grew up on the Light Cruiser, Unyielding Faith, as one of the many cadets. Needless to say, I'm very familiar with life aboard a ship and probably another reason of why I'm here. May his divine grace keep us within his light as we set forth into the darkness." |
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Jan 26 2011, 04:39 AM
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Runner Group: Dumpshocked Posts: 2,946 Joined: 1-June 09 From: Omaha Member No.: 17,234 |
The party continues on as you talk. Over amongst the long common seating two young noblemen get into an argument over who is to dance with a pretty young girl. The dance floor is cleared quickly but calmly the lack of bodies upon it exposing and ancient and ornate dueling circle. In the circle watched by many two barely teenagers of house Stewart and house Kalim circul each other in a fencing duel to first blood, carefully testing each others defenses and swordsmanship.
While that spectacle is going on a tall woman in an odd variation of a monks robes steps out of the lower tables and past the mid. Her robes are odd because they leave her legs and arms bare having been cut in a manner similar to a long loin cloth that trails to just below her knees before being joined with gold thread. Her arms are interwoven with tribal looking tattoos and scaring. Despite baring so much skin it's clear that the cut, while provocative by some standards, is as much about function then scandal. She walks with a warriors grace and the sword at her side is worn loose and accessible. The Aquilla pendant that sits just above the swell of her bosom is finely inlaid with silver and rubies calling frustrating attention to that area of her body even though it completely covered by the much simpler material of her robe. He hair is completely unseen having been tucked under the high peaked cap she wears. She introduces herself specifically to each of you in passing as Countess Declure, the abbotess of the nearby Abbey of Widows peak. She mentions that she would like to discuss a matter of some import to her branch of the Ministorum but that it can wait for another more suitable time. As she departy the member of the Cult of Mechanicus sends his gold inlaid servo skull bobbing by your table to give his introductions in a slightly tin sounding but otherwise pleasant voice. He is Senior Magos Brogar and he is pleased to make your acquaintance. he also offers his promotion to brother Hakkonen on his recent promotion. The others at the noble table seem to be looking for their opportunity to rise and greet you as well. Begin OOC: Those who wish may test Common Lore: Ecclesiarchy or Common Lore: Imperial Creed. Success: [ Spoiler ] One additional degree [ Spoiler ] Two Additional degrees [ Spoiler ] In addition you may test scrutiny. Success: [ Spoiler ] One additional degree: [ Spoiler ] Two additional: [ Spoiler ] And last but not least anyone who made at least one degree of success on scrutiny above can test common lore: Arbites, Administratum, or Imperial Guard. [ Spoiler ]
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Jan 26 2011, 04:50 AM
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Moving Target Group: Members Posts: 504 Joined: 8-November 05 From: North Vancouver, BC Member No.: 7,936 |
Lucius looks over at the missionary and the rest of his soon to be companions. "Well its good to see that Cornelius isn't warpfire and brimstone on the consumption of alcohol, and it is always nice to have a bit of the holy to rub off on you.", he adds, with a nod to both Cornelius and Zacharias.
With that little personal ice-breaker, he raises his glass, giving a little smile and a wink to a passing female page walking by, before lifting his head back so several war-braids move back away from his face. "The name is Allessaunder Lucius Voorhes, but you can all call me by Lucius, the rest of it is just too much of a mouthful honestly. I have had a good few years running family businesses, and was the second on the cruiser Leviathan's wake for a few good years. Guess I'm going to be the new captain and all, so I got to make a quick speech here to you all before I give some puffed up piece of grox-swill to make the bored nobles here happy and proud to be here, you know, give them a memorable time." With that he gives all the others assembled at the table a quick and honest smile, "So to you all I make this vow; your loyalty to the crew, the ship and me will be repaid in kind. Every ounce of effort put in by you all will be repaid several fold, and everyone here shall have a voice in all matters. While I haven't met most of you, from what I have heard of you all and what I have learned on the way, I know I am going to be proud serving with you all.". |
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Jan 26 2011, 06:56 AM
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Great Dragon Group: Members Posts: 5,679 Joined: 19-September 09 Member No.: 17,652 |
Synthia looks distinctly out of place at this particular table, not only because she is unused to such social graces, but because she is the youngest at the table by a good deal. She doesn't yet look like she is out of her teens. In fact she barely looks to be halfway through them, yet there she sits in fine robes for the occasion, an aquila so well tended to that it sparkles and shines in the light. She might be mistaken for Cornelius' assistant or apprentice, except that her eyes are milky white and have a glassed look to them, leaving little doubt that she is in fact an Astropath that has been bound to the Emperor Himself. Unlike most of her kind though, she does not attempt to conceal this fact by covering her eyes.
She has yet to touch her glass of wine, except perhaps to reposition it slightly. This may or may not have been intentional, as she seems to be sitting next to a friend that she has been catching up with. As introductions begin however, she starts to pay attention to the rest of the group. "I am Synthia Thane, His messenger." she tells the group when it is her turn "I have been asked to help House Vorhees which means you as well." she says, indicating the new captain. "Don't let my looks fool you, my powers are quite good even compared to older Astropaths." she assures the group. She knows she has been favored by the Emperor, but does not wish to boast any more than is required to ensure that she is taken seriously. She turns her sightless eyes on Cornelius and speaks to him directly "And if you in particular need anything, please, ask." she tells him. "I don't have a nice history like the rest of you, I've only recently finished my training." she says, leaving it at that, suspecting you don't want to hear what the training entailed. Few ever do. Still, it speaks to her gifts if she is being given such a high position so soon after her training. It would be more common to spend some years as part of a choir, or in some other less demanding position. Rolls: [ Spoiler ]
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Jan 26 2011, 09:15 PM
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Moving Target Group: Members Posts: 894 Joined: 5-May 10 Member No.: 18,556 |
Synthia's friend, a tall, slender woman at least 10 years older than the young astropath, shifted slightly in her seat as she addressed the group. Impeccably dressed in the uniform of an Imperial Navy LieutenantCommander with the shoulder flashes of a Void-Master, her pixie cut hair accentuating high cheekbones and almondine eyes she looked every inch His officer.
"I think that just leaves me." she said, setting her glass aside. Her voice, light and musical now, had an undeniable undercurrent of steel behind it. "Lieutentant Commander Ysabell Iohane, at your service. As you can no doubt tell, Synthia and I are old friends although I believe until tonight she thought me dead. It would seem His divine will has a sense of the poetic." She gave the girl a brief smile before continuing. "As for the rest of you, you are no doubt wanting to know a little more about your soon to be pilot. Most recently, I was posted to the 492nd Support wing, flying Valkyries and Vendettas. This expedition will no doubt be rather different to delivering Storm Troopers and hunting down enemy ground forces but rest assured, I have served my time as a warship's helmsman too. Besides.." her eyes flickered slightly in Augustian's direction " I understand I was personally requested for this assignment, so someone here believes I have what it takes. I just have to prove them right." |
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Jan 26 2011, 09:15 PM
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Runner Group: Members Posts: 2,654 Joined: 29-October 06 Member No.: 9,731 |
Magos Hakkonen returns Lucius' nod absently as Magos Brogar's servo-skull approaches the table. Hakkonen's servitor extends its combi-tool and advances on its cousin as though bent on dismantling it, before Magos Hakkonen's manipulator mechadendrite snaps forward over his shoulder to drag the aggressive little machine back. Hakkonen is soon too engrossed in passing pleasantries by proxy with Magos Brogar through the latter's servo-skull to notice the additional guards entering the room.1
Rolls: [ Spoiler ]
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Jan 27 2011, 12:03 AM
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Moving Target Group: Members Posts: 504 Joined: 8-November 05 From: North Vancouver, BC Member No.: 7,936 |
Gives the Countess a nod as she leaves, having promised her that he would do so at his earliest available time. Seeing the Magos talk to his erstwhile cult member, now that he is going to be ship bound, Lucius gives both the last two girls to speak up a nod from him. "Well Synthia, seeing as I know little about your kind, other than an astropaths duty, I am going to be relying on you, and I can tell you'll be more than able. And Lieutenant, if you can fly a ship without killing me, and pilot a ship, hell, I'd be proud to have you on the helm."
He gives a small salute with his glass to the two of them, before turning to his cousin, Augustian. "So, any word on how we will be getting to Port wander Cousin? Or on the state of the ship, from what I had heard, it wasn't in what could be considered, 'best' shape", he asks, idly watching the coming duel. [ Spoiler ]
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Jan 27 2011, 04:57 AM
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Cornelius bows to the Countess as she leaves, having promised as well for a meeting. Cornelius nods at the conversations as it ebbed and flowed, particularly with the introductions of the new retinue members, he gives a nod to Ysabell. "I had a few training flights on the Valkyries back before I heeded my current calling. Those were the days, the experience of combat drops since then brings back memories."
[ Spoiler ] OOC: edit: had to correct the name, wrong person I was addressing to in regards to valkyries. |
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Jan 27 2011, 05:39 AM
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Mordechai seems nervous at meeting all the new people, and you noticeably see him act with disdain whenever a member of the Ministorum approaches.
"Thank you Countess. I will attend to your request whenever I have time. [ Spoiler ]
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Jan 27 2011, 09:36 PM
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"Well, Ysabell, having experienced your proficiency in flight, you seemed a natural choice to help in this venture. Also having experienced your proficiency in flight, I've ensured extra rations of space sickness bags be brought along," Agustian grins and turns to Lucius. "I'm afraid I'm as in the dark as you. We'll probably get details once the party is over and father has time. All I know is that the ship is in rough shape, which doesn't seem to be any great mystery."
As the countess walks by Augustian rises and bows, agreeing to meet with her later. He then settles in to watch the duel. [ Spoiler ]
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Jan 28 2011, 06:58 AM
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Runner Group: Dumpshocked Posts: 2,946 Joined: 1-June 09 From: Omaha Member No.: 17,234 |
Out in the dueling circle the matter proceeds slowly. Knife duels, especially to first blood are generally quick affairs but the teens roughly equal skill levels and athleticism keep the matter open through the flourishes of attack and defense. As the duel continues the Stewart boy goes on the offensive missing by only the slimest of margins. Before he can reset his defense he is momentarily distracted by the sound of a small gong. As he shifts slightly his opponent strikes scoring finally and wining the duel. Many eyes are turned to the source of the noise in annoyance, Alejandro stands next to the grand entrance to the hall, seemingly oblivious to the distraction he just caused.
"Lords and Ladies, my guests and friends from near and far. I thank you for coming and beg your forgiveness for the delay of dinner. However when I received notification that an unexpected guest would be joining us I felt it best to wait for him as I'm sure you'll understand." He pauses almost imperceptibly savoring the moment. "Please join me in greeting our most benevolent liege the granter of so much prosperity we enjoy in the Calixis Sector, Lord Sector Marius Hax." Alejandro takes a kneeling position and the mass of those present do so as well an expanding circle of kneeling people up to the dais where your tables sits the senior representatives instead standing and bowing deeply as the Lord enters. Two black bodygloved guards sweep in side hands on weapons as they observe the crowd. After them comes a sanctioned psyker in fine robes who sweeps over the crowd with a gaze that sets those with the curse of psy sensitivities on edge with it's power. Once the trio seem satisfied the form of Hax enters. In contrast to the formality of those present here and the utilitarian nature of his security details dress Hax looks more like a scribe in his simple white robes then a planetary governor. What differentiates him from more rank and file of the Administration are the commonality and fine nature of his augmentations all bearing the Cogwheel of the Cult Mechanicus. He studies the crowd quickly and then mutters carefully his voice carrying over the crowd easily. "Rise and harken unto me." He takes a scroll from his side unrolling it and reading from it formally without undo inflection or hyperbole. "Citizens of the Imperium. I am greatly pleased with House Vorhees and their service to the Emperor and the Imperium. As such with His authority and the blessing of his reagents the High Lords of Terra I do hereby amend the Vorhees warrant with a letter of Marque. This appointment authorizes the warrant holder and their chosen agents to operate as a military body within the Calixis sector, destroying the lives and seizing the property of the Mutant, Xenos, Rebel, and Heretic and distributed their wealth as they will after observing imperial law and tithes. I grant this with my own hand and my own power on this day." A letter of Marque represents of a considerable expansion of a Rogue Trader dynasties powers even over and above their warrant and this is somewhat of a shocking coup for the family so recently coming off their rumored disgrace. It is easy to see who the true friends of the Vorhees are in this gathering for it is they who start the applause to be soon followed by those of a more neutral nature and finally even the enemies of the Vorhees amonst the crowd are stoicly claping if only not to seem out of place. The house of Stewart in particular seems to have murder behind their eyes. The governor present the scroll to Lord Alejandro who accepts it with dignity and aplomb before leading his lrod to the table you sit and servants emerge to begin the feast. The sector lord and the house Vorhees counselor as the two make their way to your table. Mercifully they begin a conversation about difficulties of interstellar logistics which Alejandro is eager to assist with, a discussion that they do not seem disposed to involve you in meaning if you want their attention you'll have to speak to them yourselves as they mostly ignore you and leave you to your own conversations. |
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Jan 28 2011, 07:25 AM
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"Well now, it would seem congratulations are in order." Ysabell said, raising her glass to Lucius and Augustian. "Given the stir my getting this assignment I can only assume your rivals will feel much the same only ten-fold."
"Anyway Major" she went on, obviously adressing Augustian "about my flying. It's hardly my fault you ground-pounders can't take a high gee insertion without losing your lunch. Ok, maybe a Valkyrie isn't designed to barrel roll but as my small craft instructor always said, better puking than dead." |
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Jan 28 2011, 02:17 PM
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Mordechai places his right hand on the left side of his wineglass and lifts it in toast. He delicately swirls the wine around.
"Indeed, congratulations are in order. To have the High Lords look so favorably upon House Vorhees is a boon indeed. There may be a price attached, but I am not going to sour the festivities by seeing what price extracts from us. That is for us to find out from Alejandro later. Let us enjoy the meal and celebrate that we are in service to the Most Holy Emperor, and that His High Lords have looked upon us with favor. For we know naught what tomorrow will bring." |
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Jan 28 2011, 02:51 PM
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Hakkonen rises and, leaning on the Omnissian axe that is combination tool, weapon, and badge of office, makes his way around the table to where Lord Sector Hax and Lord Vorhees are deep in conversation. Raising a hand to the sculpted steel mask that comprises the lower half of his face, doubtless a gesture of habit since he is no longer capable of actually coughing, he makes a small coughing sound to draw the two potentates' attention.
"Begging your par-pardon, Lords. Might one inquire if there is an-any detailed informa-mation on the condition of the Divi-vine Inspiration?" |
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Jan 29 2011, 12:28 AM
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Augustian raises his glass with the others. "I agree there is undoubtedly a price with this honor, but it is a boon for the house none the less. It also means we may have Imperial backing for restoring the Divine Inspiration. That could explain how we are to salvage a derelict hulk."
"Captain, actually," he says back to Ysabell. "It looks like I'm going to be the least at ease among us in the void. I think I'm the only one who was stuck dirtside over the years." |
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Jan 29 2011, 08:04 AM
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Moving Target Group: Members Posts: 504 Joined: 8-November 05 From: North Vancouver, BC Member No.: 7,936 |
Lucius looks over to his cousin and smiles. "Well cousin, if it makes you feel better, being in a void fairing ship is like being in a hive. Nothing much to look at but steel and bolts, the odd viewing port though is no different than the window you may have at home. You can't even feel it move, just hum as it moves at an astronomically fast rate through the void, a thin metal and void layer all that seperates......".
He realizes that he may not be helping anymore with his speech, or maybe it was intended to psych out his cousin the whole time, but either way he quits talking for a second before looking at the group and smiles. "Maybe I should quit talking, or how about save the good Magos from Hax himself, literally.....".plus it may be good to appear overly thankful and all that sycophantic grox-dung that Hax supposedly loves And with that he stands up, slaps Augustian on the shoulder comradely and walks over to Magos Hakkonen, Alejandro Voorhes and Lord Hax. |
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Jan 30 2011, 02:33 AM
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Runner Group: Dumpshocked Posts: 2,946 Joined: 1-June 09 From: Omaha Member No.: 17,234 |
The two men stop their conversation and nod to acknowledge the approaching magos. Alejandro seems about to say something but Governor Hax gets int he first word.
"Divine Inspiration you say? Why is that name familiar?" He thinks for a moment and then motions to a scribe that has taken his position along the wall. The scribe has anticipated the governors demands and presents the dataslate which Hax flips through efficiently. "Ah yes the Divine Inspiration the only noteworthy Rogue Trader vessel to attempt the defense of Port Wander in 422, derelict and marked "Under Repairs" since then by station personnel. Most curious as you would think a ship could be returned to readiness in that time with the facilities available at port wander." He takes a sip of amasec and scrolls on the datapad. "It seems I have one salvage request every standard Terran week from various factions within the Mechanicus. In the last few years the vast bulk of these have come from a Magos Toronos stationed at port wander....interesting." He looks to Alejandro and then to the Magos and the others standing near. "It seems to me that a ship of such vaunted ship shouldn't go idle when there is capabilities to do otherwise. House Vorhees has one year terran standard to get the ship operational and away from port wander or I shall be forced to correct this oversite and allow the Mechanicus salvage rights." Alejando smoothly indicates the assembled crew. "But of course Lord, hence why this august body has been assembled, while we are mindful of the interests of our friends amongst the cult we have every intention of returning the ship to the service of the Emperor in short order." |
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Jan 30 2011, 06:31 AM
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Hakkonen searches his memory. "Mago-gos Toronos, you say?1 Ah, yes, I know her well."
Rolls: [ Spoiler ] (OOC)What do I recall about Magos Toronos? |
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