A quick introduction before we kick this off.

This story is based off a Dark Heresy campaign I am currently running, the characters in this story and their actions are the direct result of the campaign sessions outcome and progress. Their actions or lack there off influence the events happening on this world. So stay tuned for lots of shenanigans as this is quite the... amusing group of roll players. I do put some more dialogue in and over dramatize some of the events to put them in a more Warhammer 40K atmosphere.

A quick Disclaimer:

I suffer from dyslexia, Google docs and proof reading once or twice makes me catch most of the mistakes but any feedback on the grammar etc is always appreciated as long as its constructive.

Enjoy this series for as long as it lasts! :D

A planet beyond the Sabbat worlds called Imhotep 2 has been abandoned by the imperium four hundred years ago during a long and brutal war with Chaos and Orcs. Many Imperial guard regiments saw its surface and never returned, two hundred years of war over one of the most resource rich planets in the surrounding systems. By the end of the war the planet was left barren, burned and twisted, resources that once were worth fighting over where mostly drained by all the factions involved. (read more about the world in the Appendix) Our story begins four hundred years after that fact, the worlds abandoned with allot of problems and warring factions of humans over what is left, and chaos is turning its attention on this desolate world once more.

A lean, well built man in his fifties stands at the end of a long cathedral like chamber, he stares in the distance of the balcony that is before him. Behind him the entire room is holding his breath as the assembled party looks at him in anticipation of his words. Words seem not to be on the man's mind, his mind focussed on the battles ahead and the beautiful bloodshed he would make happen.

"Sir Thornwood, Sir?" A careful voice starts behind him. Alexander raises his left eyebrow as the voice of his Captain of the house guard awakes him from his visions of the future. He turns around, the dark red detailed Commissars cloak he is wearing waves from the speed of his sudden movement and the people gathered seem to hold their breath at this for a small moment. He looks his guard Captain straight in the eyes for a second, Alexander always respected the man's lack of fear when dealing with him. "We await your word".

"We will own this rock, and you have no place in it" Alexander simply says as he addresses the room. The room bursts with confusion for a few seconds only to come to an abrupt stop when the guard Captain ends a Nobles life by putting a Las round into his head. As the plump man flops to the ground confusion makes room for fear and an over privileged woman in her sixties starts sobbing whilst screaming "Why! He did n…blrrgr" Her sentence cut short as her head ceases to be attached to her torso. Guns and Chain blades come forth and the nobles assembled crumble and fall as their miserable lives are ended.

"Phase one is completed Corvus, Inform my Sons" Alexander says as he switches his gaze from the bloodshed ,unfazed by its sudden brutality, to his guard Captian. Corvus simply Nods and leaves the room. Alexander turns around again and continues his gaze into the distant world where his eldest Son would be waiting with the army he needed to take the region of Lothlonde and start his own Empire underneath this glorious blood red sun. Khorne would indeed be pleased.

Pre Session 01.

A man in his forties sits in a old worn out leather seat staring at a half broken heating unit ignoring the 6 individuals who have taken up position on the heaters flanks, not two days ago he send out word to them that he needed their mercenary squad for a well payed mission. The obvious leader, a stern woman with a serious look on her face of around thirty years old looks at him, her twin axes holstered at her waist.

She cannot see his eyes as their hidden by the mechanical skull mask he is wearing, his red glowing eyes would have fazed a lesser man, but this woman does not seem to be, she looks right at him, eyes burning with questions. She opens her mouth but the skull faced man puts up his finger and she closes it again.

e slowly looks from left to right, inspecting all 6 members of this seemingly dysfunctional group, how could these people be the best merc team out there? He could not put his finger on it, but it apparently works as they have done excellent work in the past. He looked back at the heating unit and rose up. His black hooded robes fall into place as he rises hiding his face and Carapace body Armour he is wearing underneath, as well as the Hell Pistol on his hip.

"I am known as the Speaker, you will address me as the Voice" He began slowly, the Adept and Tech-Priest of the group avoided his stare as he went from left to right, their stance awkward and uncomfortable. "You are all made aware of the mission I have for you, the find and root out the corruption festering in house Thornwood, this is not an easy task, but one I feel you are up for".

He paused this time letting his eyes linger on the two scum of the party, a whore that is too smart for her own good and a merchant, or so he would want you to think. Unlike the Adept and Tech-Priest these two don't seem as fazed, but uncertainty is in their eyes, but also the lust for the 2000 throne gelt reward glitters in their soul.

"I would give you more information than this, but I fear that evidence I have is not for your eyes, all you need to know right now that it is there, and that it needs to go". The speaker fixes his gaze on the last 2 making up the direct left and right of the heating unit, A assassin and the Arbitrator, the assassin looks bored screening the bar for something to do, her eye seems to have found the hostess, the Arbitrator does not seem pleased with his words so far.

"Any information I do find, I will let you know" the speaker finished. "How will we find you?" The arbitrator asked. "I will find you. Now, leave and get going" The speaker finished talking and sat back into the leather seat. As the party moved to the front of the bar he flipped open his time piece and his mind wandered to what he knew was about to unfold, the second phase of his twisted brothers plans. He closed the timepiece and ran his fingers across the seal on top, the seal of house Thornwood. "Khorne must not succeed" He muttered to himself.