Campaign of the Month: December 2013

Fate: Warhammer 40,000

Relay to Nyx Infernus

Initial adventure of Ramirez Illistrad.

Called to Nyx Infernus to bless construction of a new communications relay, inspiration struck on the long Warp voyage from Mars to Valis Augustena. The design for the communications satellite was a work of fevered genius, sketched out and mocked up in great detail before even setting down on the target planet; the final product included two servitors in orbit alongside it to continually chant in praise of the masterpiece into the vacuum of space. Work on the uplink was an unwelcome distraction from the interesting part, the resultant abbreviated rites raising some suspicion from the faithful that had seen many construction sermons before.
On route to Nyx Infernus itself, the pilot misinterpreted space traffic control and steered out of the planet’s umbra. The relatively light craft was not rated for full solar exposure, shorting out several sensors and overwhelming the pilot. The distraction provided by a passenger seizing the controls gave enough cover to entirely dispense with the liturgies and restore the ship to working order with the bare minimum of maintenance. When speed truly counts, Spare Me This Nonsense.

I [the pilot] bought passage aboard the Trireme Tranquilus, since it was headed for Nyx Infernus and I knew that information about the new communications relay would fetch a hefty price on the black market. To the right buyer, the information would go a long way toward settling my Lorasian debt. During the flight, the pilot lost contact with Nyx Space Traffic Control and steered out of the planet’s umbra. Idiot! The vessel was not equipped to handle full exposure to solar flairs at such close range: the pilot quickly lost control, and the ship’s navigation and communication sensors were fried. I had no choice but to take over. Flying blind, there was nothing for it but to take the ship into a lateral spin. Miraculously, I managed to get it back on track for a safe landing on Nyx. Sometimes you just have to roll the dice and hope for the best.

I was walking the promenade when leviathan whispered to me of the inspirations in the dreamspirit tanks below. The shadowy corners housed furious addicts instead, and then followed my hasty retreat. I thought leviathan had betrayed me, but Sisigmund staggered squinting into the sunshine; swinging his steely fists in a spirited waddle. They beat him within an inch of a lessor man’s life, but his inebriated indomitability won through. Intriguing. Leviathan was right again.

Last Straw on Orbus Istia

Initial adventure of Sisigmund von Schwaben

After the Sergeant was ordered to shell an entire Istian city for sheltering rebels, he instead set off the ammunition dump, killing 600 guardsmen in the process. He was imprisoned for court marshal but escaped with rebel help, taking Colonel Mehmed’s prize chainsword to boot. With a new name, and a new ID to match, he now works for Andruscus on the inside.

On departure from the planet Orbus Istia, the sergeant’s attempts to lay low were complicated by the military-issue chainsword his baggage could hardly conceal. When pulled aside by a tech-priest he feared the worst and readied for another escape… only to look on in amazement as the Adeptus Mechanicus unveiled a sculpture of twisted metal and wire. Conventional hacksaws lay broken on the floor around as the madman carved away at the contraption with the weapon as tool. Conventional tools are not always available; sometimes you must use Whatever Is At Hand.

I [the Pilot] was on a smuggling mission to Gyokus Prime for House Lorasia. On this particular voyage, I had agreed to shepherd a fugitive sergeant to safety, providing he agreed to tag along on my current mission until I could dump him somewhere convenient. En route to Gyokus Prime, I left the flight deck, indicating to my co-pilot to keep an eye on the auto pilot systems and to page me when we reached the Gyokus system. I went below deck to learn more about the fugitive I now harboured aboard my ship. After far too many drinks, I managed to learn that he was responsible for 600 deaths on Orbus Istia, where I picked him up. Damn; I’m definitely going to pay the consequences of so many drinks tomorrow. Hopefully it doesn’t throw me off my game - Lorasia has a big payload to deliver on Gyokus. Alas, knowledge is power, and I’ll do whatever it takes to get the information I want.

Odd; there’s a man muttering to himself as he paces back and forth between tables…

Escape from Vallis Augustana

Initial adventure of Waylon Quintillus Celeritas.

House Lorasia pulled strings to get me out of the military in return for a 5-year contract to pilot a Lorasian starship transport. Officially, my decree was to transport Lorasian trade goods throughout the system to various Lorasian outposts (in particular, to and from the observatory moon of Melus Terus, and to and from Gyokus Prime); however, I soon discovered that Lorasia’s recent rise to influence and wealth was fuelled primarily by a profitable underground smuggling business on Gyokus Prime. During one of my Gyokus Prime excursions, my true purpose was uncovered and, in my haste to escape the planet, some of the Lorasian ship’s systems were irreparably damaged. I ditched the ship because I couldn’t pay for it; I’ve been on the run from House Lorasia since.

On Vallis Augustana, I was finally cornered by Lorasian goons while trying to make passage off planet with some hot uplink codes. The sergeant seemed to come from nowhere, and pulled me into a tiny alleyway. As the thus gave chase, we zig-zagged deeper into the maze. I was sure we were trapped at least a dozen times, but the sergeant always had another exit. We soon lost the goons, and took the Spiratus Marsanius off planet the next day.


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