This is a little work-in-progress thing I've been knocking around, based on a campaign idea I've had for a while. The characters I own, but the GM universe I do not. Some will draw similarities to Dan Abnett's Eisenhorn trilogy in the use of the first-person past tense. I answer that with this; Dan Abnett is God, if I can emulate his style even slightly then you should all be happy. Thanks for reading, hope you enjoy
Prologue: The Annuals of Inquisitor Klein Rothman
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I am not used to using these confusing things; usually I have dictation-servitors to do this sort of thing for me, but I feel since this is a personal log, a personal touch is required to the proceedings. To be honest to whoever listens to this, I'd rather I didn't do this at all; my life has always been a private matter, as it has been with most Inquisitors. Assyria has told me that I must give my learning and knowledge to others, to better help them in the same battles I fought, and the same trials I have faced. I would not doubt the wisdom of one of the few Inquisitors who has lived close enough to die of old age would be welcomed by the young and impressionable Interrogators out there. I hear my thesis upon the best ways to understand and destroy the minds and artifacts of Chaos servants is already standard reading in several of the Inquisitional institutions across this sector and beyond.
Odd really, how life can change. Before I was the old, frail man who demands the respect of the most powerful secret service at work in the Imperium, I was a young, vibrant young Interrogator, ready to rush the Eye of Terror itself and hold the whole damned thing in the palm of my hand. But weren't we all like that once? There comes a time, an event, a moment of realization, when the credit drops and we suddenly realize how small we are in the scheme of things; that even myself, a man who can condemn the fate of worlds with a single word and holds the respect of some of the most powerful figures of authority across the Imperium, is but a tiny cog in an infinitely vast machine of cogs. It is truly a humbling experience, and one every good Inquisitor needs frequently, to keep themselves humble.
But I stray from the point; to tell the tale of my life, and the events therein. Frankly, it is hard to decide just where to begin…or rather to think of somewhere other than where it seems I must inevitably begin. It is a long tale, and one I am sure will take at least several visits to complete, so I suggest on your next visit you bring some adequate sustenance and have some comfortable seating.
So, I suppose there is nothing left to do but to begin…
Prologue: The Annuals of Inquisitor Klein Rothman
***Terminal Open - please insert authority code
* * * * * * * * * *
***Code verified. Welcome Inquisitor - please select relevant file
*** Audio file "The Annuals of Inquisitor Klein Rothman" selected
***Warning - Obsidian level authority code required. Please verify code
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***Code valid. Opening file
I am not used to using these confusing things; usually I have dictation-servitors to do this sort of thing for me, but I feel since this is a personal log, a personal touch is required to the proceedings. To be honest to whoever listens to this, I'd rather I didn't do this at all; my life has always been a private matter, as it has been with most Inquisitors. Assyria has told me that I must give my learning and knowledge to others, to better help them in the same battles I fought, and the same trials I have faced. I would not doubt the wisdom of one of the few Inquisitors who has lived close enough to die of old age would be welcomed by the young and impressionable Interrogators out there. I hear my thesis upon the best ways to understand and destroy the minds and artifacts of Chaos servants is already standard reading in several of the Inquisitional institutions across this sector and beyond.
Odd really, how life can change. Before I was the old, frail man who demands the respect of the most powerful secret service at work in the Imperium, I was a young, vibrant young Interrogator, ready to rush the Eye of Terror itself and hold the whole damned thing in the palm of my hand. But weren't we all like that once? There comes a time, an event, a moment of realization, when the credit drops and we suddenly realize how small we are in the scheme of things; that even myself, a man who can condemn the fate of worlds with a single word and holds the respect of some of the most powerful figures of authority across the Imperium, is but a tiny cog in an infinitely vast machine of cogs. It is truly a humbling experience, and one every good Inquisitor needs frequently, to keep themselves humble.
But I stray from the point; to tell the tale of my life, and the events therein. Frankly, it is hard to decide just where to begin…or rather to think of somewhere other than where it seems I must inevitably begin. It is a long tale, and one I am sure will take at least several visits to complete, so I suggest on your next visit you bring some adequate sustenance and have some comfortable seating.
So, I suppose there is nothing left to do but to begin…
