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by Vardaen » Wed Oct 28, 2015 8:26 pm
There is a dim light that illuminates the chamber beyond the window, a digitized voice through the speaker that sits down low under the window breaks the silence from beyond the glass. It is Sand's voice, he stands behind the window and indicates the data slate. "Assod Morirr. That was compiled fourteen years ago." Then his finger twitches to indicate the high res image, “That image was taken on Sepheris Secundus two months ago. You’ll note the resemblance, yes?”
“The transcript’s veracity is confirmed. I’ve actually seen the original. No doubt some of you may be considering that the individual in the second pict is a family relation or perhaps a twin. I’ve looked into this, however, there is no evidence to give credence to such a theory.”
“So why does this matter to us, you’re wondering?” Sand produces a data-slate and begins to read from it. “Let’s see here, ah-ha. In the two years since the return of the Broken Chains, fourteen separate mines have been compromised, three at a scale from which no recovery is possible within the next century. The latest series of attacks have been absolutely devastating. Their new weapons are an abomination, well beyond our ability to deal with. When the Royal Scourges called us in…” Sand pauses to look about the room. “This is a missive from Proctor Rotlan, principle Arbitrator investigator on Sepheris Secundus. The Scourges are the local monarchy’s troops.” He resumes, “We thought that they were exaggerating the effects of the bombs. They were not. I’ve never seen such atrocities, bodies melded into the very rock; some impossibly still alive and screaming. My lord, I urge you to come at once. I am at a loss for what to do; the Broken Chains’ original network was never uncovered and their hiding spots remain unknown to us. The local nobles resent our presence but fear the repercussions of failing to meet their tithe quotas. They’re attempting to shift the blame for not stopping the mutant terrorists on to us. The serfs are terrified of the Broken Chains and are too afraid to speak. I fear it will take the authority of the Inquisition to resolve this matter.”
Inquisitor Sand sets down the dataslate and looks at each of you. “There is an ancient saying on world of my birth: destiny cannot be thwarted. I have seen many strange sights in my time and I do not believe in coincidences. I trust that we follow the God-Emperor’s grand plan… The Adeptus Arbites did not execute Baron Havalir Saerton Ulbrexis. He is alive and here now, in a cell below us, within this very structure.”
“I have brought you here to make him an offer: in exchange for his help in rooting out the Broken Chains, the Inquisition is willing to assist him in taking the throne of Sepheris Secundus when Queen Lachryma exits it. An event that is likely to be very soon. If he does not accept our offer, the Inquisition will, at the very least, be forced to incinerate everyone and everything within the mine complex known as the Harrow, despite the crippling effect this will have on the sector.”
“If you can acquire the Baron’s help, your mission will be to ascertain the location and identification of the mutant terrorist named Assod Morirr and you will find the headquarters of the renewed Broken Chains with the help of Ulbrexis. You are also expected to present an overview of the local situation and a working plan on how to permanently deal with it when I arrive a month or so after you. I don’t expect you to take on the Broken Chains alone, and you are to coordinate your efforts with Proctor Rotlan, a local Arbitrator I am on good terms with. I also expect you to ‘play nicely’ with the Royal Scourges, though they are little better than thugs. Don’t forget that it is vital that Ulbrexis must remain anonymous so as not to cause a problem with the local authorities or populace. It may be necessary for you, at times, to disguise yourselves in order to unearth Morirr and his gang. ”
"He that breaks a thing to find out what it is has left the path of wisdom." - Gandalf
J.R.R. Tolkien, Council of Elrond, The Fellowship of the Ring
