Slain by Elf

'I have a laser thingy on my thingy, so does that give me thingy to my thingy?' 'It's hard to say.'

Boarding the space hulk isn't so bad, there's even a breathable atmosphere. It's a bit parky, though, and no powered systems to heat up the amalgamation of ships or even provide much light. We are relying on our own instruments to help guide us. The choice of docking platform is an old imperial ship, lost […]

Minding our own business, a squad of Inquisitorial Stormtroopers arrive. As imposing as they look, Dariel puts it in to perspective. 'We've no worries about being shot', he murmurs, referring to their notorious aiming abilities. Luckily, they aren't here to shoot us, instead informing us that our services are required. A quick shuttle trip in […]

Theodosia is waiting for the acolytes. He's not really expecting them, and actually surprised to see them still alive after sending hired guns to kill them, but they have just blown a security door off its hinges and walked in to his secret basement. Now he's going to do his best to make sure they […]

'We're following Theodosia.' 'Where's he going?' 'That's what we're trying to find out.'

The acolytes have got someone's attention, but not the good kind. Mercenaries storm the mansion the undercover acolytes are staying in, quickly sweeping the building for signs of life and exterminating it. Matthias unfortunately ventures out of his room in time to be shot at point blank range by two mercenaries coming up the stairs, […]

As Dariel gets bloodied, Matthias and Xerxes go exploring around the Alabaster Court, looking for anything peculiar. Xerxes is thinking ahead and wants to know on what pretence they are wandering the halls and corridors, in case they are spotted. 'We'll hit them with clubs', is Matthias's curious response. 'That doesn't really answer the question […]

An invitation to the Alabaster Court, headquarters of the Joyous Choir, is gracefully accepted by the acolytes. The evening's entertainment starts with a play, where an underhiver has been drugged to 'play' the lead role, which culminates with his very real death at the hands of the narrator. The acolytes, naturally, are rather aghast at […]

The acolytes have bargained for a data slate containing what they hope to be relevant information in their investigation in to the Joyous Choir, and are meeting their contact in a busy market square in the mid hive. Xerxes volunteers to make the hand-off, carrying the case containing two thousand Thrones in exchange for the […]

'Maybe we can buy these drugs on our expense account', suggests Dariel, 'after all, we are doing this on official business.' 'Yeah, you're right', Matthias agrees, somewhat mockingly. 'It's not like anyone's going to find out.' 'Exactly!' 'We only work for The Inquisition, who clearly don't have the resources or capability to perform in-depth investigations, […]