What a dull post. A good bit of skullduggery at the start, but we’ve spent the last week ferrying supplies to some spoked-out cogboy that knows he’s got us by the painful bits. As ever, may Throne deliver us from the attentions of our “betters.” -Inquisitorial Stormtrooper Gavin Thrace The

Excerpt from the Writings of Cathar Dragomir: “This is it. This is the end. Death was… Welcome. It felt wrong to view it as so. But that sleep we are promised, a peace unknown to the living was never so beloved until I had it. And now… The Hold is

What a fascinating planet. All rules regarding conventional geology, ignored. And yet neither side could possibly be aware of these anomalies, to say nothing of the embarassing fumbling of greenskin “meks.” Cogitator core five assigned to analysis of Inquisitorial pict-capture. That wiring is familiar… -Magos Klax, Lathe-Lord of the Third

Rest was a luxury. It wasn’t something you idly did, a section of day carved out to doing very little. In the towns the workers drank themselves to nothing to forget the rest of their worries. On the road it was a time of paranoia and focus, a fitful attempt

It’s a Friday night for Anthony Redhorn, Doug Price, and Alpha Torres.  In their circle, that means it’s time to pop up some fresh hot corn and pop an awful film into the DVD player.  Tonight’s movie is something Anthony special ordered from the web a few weeks back: Nightlight

You try making something even approaching tasty with this Emperor-forsaken mold. I don’t care that there’s a planet full of it – nothing kills morale quite like a bowl full of green, flavorless paste at the end of the day. There’s got to be a better way… -“Chef” Aldo Gaston,

It was tiring waiting that long. Strephan Maurer ponderously set his chin in his hands on another tired day. Progress was stilted. The land remained clutched in his elegant grasp, the fools in the towns wary but feeling their trivial safety. A hiss of dismissal poured from his pursed lips.

Encounters with other cultures under the Dominate’s protection is inevitable. While your own commanders, in concert with the Legate Corps, will do their best to integrate you, it is your own duty to seek to understand those who will fight alongside you. Depend upon each other, no matter your differences

In the bygone year of 2007, paranormal investigations flooded the airwaves of deep cable stations. One such station assembled its own team to set itself apart from the others: A former child star turned spirit medium, a time traveler equipped with high tech ghost hunting and capturing gear, and a

Sitting in his decrepit shack, Bluto pondered his life’s direction. He plucked a silvery fish scale desiccated with time from his beard, staring at it as if it would lead him to an answer. It was little secret that over the last couple of years things had only gotten worse.