In Service to the Thrones

Your mercenary future begins.
Commerce and Conflict await.

Gentlemen, Ladies, Barbarous Pirates,

It begins. When you set forth from here you will no longer be bound by the constraints of morality or law, your only constraints will be those you lay upon yourselves. Will you be the gentle trader giving succor to the poor worlds of the expanse? The ruthless industrialist tearing a fortune from the iron flesh of worlds? The noble pirate setting forth to rob the rich and give to yourself? These are the choices you will make as the gravity twists under you and the plasma drives flare. None are wrong, though most have consequences.

What will they say of your dynasty when you are gone?

[GM: Free 100 xp for filling out your Bio. Doesn’t have to be anything crazy but give me a vague idea where you came from and what your goals are. Keep in mind you have a framework to work off of from your origin path.]

Seneschal's Notes
A tangled too simple beginning.

Recording Begins Timestamp 81414830

I find myself going over the events of today far more than I normally would. On the surface this meeting with Deson Tort should trouble me no more than any other vagrant I send to babble at the Trader with the promise of gold.

(a long pause of about 15 seconds)

And yet .. I find myself turning what should be a simple moment over and over in my mind. And as I do I find flaws in it, tiny cracks in its facade that lead to twisting canyons full of questions.

Who is this vagrant really?
Was he ever employed by Trader Haise?
Who has he already sold this information to before he approached my contacts?

Lord Cazadores mentioned that they surprised him meeting with another noble. Was this just one of many? Is our eventual goal already at risk of being stolen from us?

(short pause 5 seconds)

What is our goal here? I have already started my contacts and scribes towards researching this Trader Haise and his legacy and though what they are unearthing leads me to believe that there are assets to be acquired for the glory of our dynasty I still worry.

(longer pause a liquid can be heard being poured and Stolnik can be heard swallowing.)

I smell blood in the water and I wonder if it is ours already.

Recording Ends 81414845

Ownership Transfer
Weschler Auction House Sales Reciept

The following items are sold to one Resh Cazadores for the sum of 75000 thrones (and further considerations -AW) on this the date of our emperor 82614503:M41.

  • 1 x Thirsting Peacock:
    Notes : A piece of decorative archeotech in the form of a tall peacock with gilded feathers and deep turquoise and indigo enamels. When placed in front of vessel of liquid it will pantomime drinking for hours.

There is the chance that this bird still drinks less than you my friend -AW

  • 1 x Toothed Watch:
    This watch appears to be composed of thousands of tiny gilt gears and bands moving ceaselessly. The case is picked out in rose gold and priceless gemstones. Still running it is accurate to the pico second.

An excellent choice I considered keeping it but in the end the offer was too good to pass on -AW

  • 1 x Exotic Wood Sculpture and stand:
    This egg shaped sculpture will bring warmth and charm to any foyer or sitting room it is placed in. It’s deep red wood and heavy swirls of grain provide a relaxing centerpiece to any nobles home.

It’s pretty but I wonder if you know something I don’t -AW

  • 1 x Pilgrims Sabre:
    This family heirloom has been donated by a pilgrim passing through Port Wander to help fund the repair of a mural to the Emperor Triumphant. Please keep him in mind and bid generously.

Pretty sure that is more than they really expected to get for this. Possibly you are just a fan of religious murals? -AW

  • 1 x Set of Religious Texts:
    These texts were donated by pilgrims attempting to help fund the repair and refurnishing of a Ministorium Hall that was recently opened to space through a micro meteorite strike. Please keep this in mind and bid generously.

Perhaps you should cut back on the amasec my friend Who am I to question your charitable nature, my apologies. -AW

  • 3 x Journals Belonging to Rogue Trader Swigert Haise:
    Hidebound Journals containing the personal thoughts of a famous Rogue Trader. These locking journals are tastefully picked out in Red Grox Hide with gold chasings and bindings. The journals are lockable and the keys are provided with them. Sold As is.

I am afraid these will not help you very much as they appear to be filled with the ravings of a madman interspersed with pure gibberish. -AW

  • 1 x Decorative Datavault owned by Rogue Trader Swigert Haise:
    This datavault was once owned by the famous Rogue Trader Swigert Haise and it is said he stored his most precious secrets on it. Though its contents remain encrypted and inaccessible the item itself is a wonderful conversation piece and a must have for any collector.

I hope you are able to retrieve whatever it is you are looking for my friend. Just remember me when you do! In many ways I am glad that you came along asking about this particular item, it was unlikely to sell well. Who wants to own what is essentially a glorified data slate? -AW

Audio Log of Pilot Ramit Ancible 9914503
Recorded aboard Aquila 1

:::Audio Log Begins Timestamp : 9914503 :::
(Background humming with voices discussing something far off)

This is one creepy goddamn place. I don’t think anything living has been here in a loooong time.

[Robotic Voice] TIME STAMP : 9914508

shut up.

Adams should have grabbed this assignment he would love this. I bet he would be (voice changes to mocking tone) " This is a perfect example of how fleeting and effemeral we all are ( voice returns to normal) what the hell does EFFemeral even mean.


shut up.

shows what he knows, for that much dust to be in here that big ass bay door had to be open for a while…. 10 years at least. I just hope it isn’t messing with the magclamps.


shut up.

Whats really weird is I would swear that a station like this should be able to keep itself running for that long. I mean if the reactor hasn’t gone nova it should still be ticking along so why are the lights off?

[Robotic Voice] LIGHTS: OFF
(heavy sigh is heard over some distant muffled shouting)
Lights on.

[Robotic Voice] LIGHTS: ON

shut up.

Sorry Sir! Servitor on the fritz sir! Yes Sir!
(Silence filled with light breathing)

I don’t get it. You haul all this out here. Set it up in the middle of nowhere, cut the power so the whole station goes dark and then you leave without even shutting the door behind you.

Makes no sense.


shut up.

(Voices in background cease and a shouted order is vaguely heard)

Yes sir!

Gotta get the hatches open looks like they got a plan.

[Robotic Voice] HATCHES: OPENING

Throne your worse than Adams.

:::Audio Log Ends Timestamp : 9914523 :::