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2013-09-04, 03:44 PM
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You are a member of a relatively new cell of Inquisitorial Acolytes. Your master, Inquisitor Vasquez, has an allegedly important task for you:
Several months ago, Archbishop Zedikiah, one of the most important figures in the Ecclesiarchy in the Askellon Sector, passed away. This, admittedly tragic, event would have ended up with yet another old priest's name added onto an endless list of righteous, if uninspiring, dead.
However, several weeks later, after the mandated prayer for the deceased had passed, those of rank within the Adeptus Ministorum allowed his successor to take office. Those saddled with the onerous task of clearing his offices found an alarming note. One of those servants happened to be an Inquisitorial agent in the service of Inquisitor Vasquez, and passed on word...
Apparently there had been a request for a formal Inquisitorial investigation of a planet named Novabella, made by one Harvester-Prelate Felissimo, some twenty-five years ago.
According to a check with the Adeptus Administratum, there has been no contact with Novabella for twenty years. It isn't clear why there have been no vessels visiting Novabella to collect the tithe in this time, or why the planet has been ignored.
Your cell now stands aboard the His Enduring Light, an Imperial Navy Destroyer that was due to patrol nearby areas, and has been redirected to allow you access to the planet...
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You have spent almost two weeks aboard His Enduring Light, doing whatever you deemed necessary in preparation for the mission. The Captain, much to his dismay, has been informed that he will have to be able to remain in contact with you, for your eventual extraction after the mission, as he patrols the system.
You have, of course, been given a copy of the letter which sparked off the whole investigation...
The Letter:
To My Most August Archbishop Zedikiah:
I can only beseech your lordship for aid, as I am surrounded with souls bereft of the Harvest-Emperor’s spirit. None can be trusted, for I cannot be certain who remains loyal and who has fallen.
Foul things are stirring underneath the placid spirits of my people. Their smiles are false, and I know their hearts have become corrupted. Our world lives to provide its bounty to others, and should its offerings become tainted so would countless souls fall from the Emperor’s Grace.
I have served you and my world for many years, and know my people. My lord, you must trust me when I say action is needed immediately. Only sanctified forces from your own orders can prevent the spread of that which I dare not name, even under encryption to our Astropath, for even he I grow suspicious of. Darkness is growing ever greater around
me. These are not the ramblings of the paranoid, these are the warnings of the vigilant against the Dark Forces we strive against each day.
Heed them and save my planet, I beg you. Novabella is a good world and deserving of the Emperor’s protection, and I eagerly await His forces to come to our side.
Yours in Devotion to the Harvest-Emperor,
Ezzarth Fellissimo
Harvest-Prelate
You are a member of a relatively new cell of Inquisitorial Acolytes. Your master, Inquisitor Vasquez, has an allegedly important task for you:
Several months ago, Archbishop Zedikiah, one of the most important figures in the Ecclesiarchy in the Askellon Sector, passed away. This, admittedly tragic, event would have ended up with yet another old priest's name added onto an endless list of righteous, if uninspiring, dead.
However, several weeks later, after the mandated prayer for the deceased had passed, those of rank within the Adeptus Ministorum allowed his successor to take office. Those saddled with the onerous task of clearing his offices found an alarming note. One of those servants happened to be an Inquisitorial agent in the service of Inquisitor Vasquez, and passed on word...
Apparently there had been a request for a formal Inquisitorial investigation of a planet named Novabella, made by one Harvester-Prelate Felissimo, some twenty-five years ago.
According to a check with the Adeptus Administratum, there has been no contact with Novabella for twenty years. It isn't clear why there have been no vessels visiting Novabella to collect the tithe in this time, or why the planet has been ignored.
Your cell now stands aboard the His Enduring Light, an Imperial Navy Destroyer that was due to patrol nearby areas, and has been redirected to allow you access to the planet...
---
You have spent almost two weeks aboard His Enduring Light, doing whatever you deemed necessary in preparation for the mission. The Captain, much to his dismay, has been informed that he will have to be able to remain in contact with you, for your eventual extraction after the mission, as he patrols the system.
You have, of course, been given a copy of the letter which sparked off the whole investigation...
The Letter:
To My Most August Archbishop Zedikiah:
I can only beseech your lordship for aid, as I am surrounded with souls bereft of the Harvest-Emperor’s spirit. None can be trusted, for I cannot be certain who remains loyal and who has fallen.
Foul things are stirring underneath the placid spirits of my people. Their smiles are false, and I know their hearts have become corrupted. Our world lives to provide its bounty to others, and should its offerings become tainted so would countless souls fall from the Emperor’s Grace.
I have served you and my world for many years, and know my people. My lord, you must trust me when I say action is needed immediately. Only sanctified forces from your own orders can prevent the spread of that which I dare not name, even under encryption to our Astropath, for even he I grow suspicious of. Darkness is growing ever greater around
me. These are not the ramblings of the paranoid, these are the warnings of the vigilant against the Dark Forces we strive against each day.
Heed them and save my planet, I beg you. Novabella is a good world and deserving of the Emperor’s protection, and I eagerly await His forces to come to our side.
Yours in Devotion to the Harvest-Emperor,
Ezzarth Fellissimo
Harvest-Prelate