It is the 41st Millennium. For over 100 centuries, the Emperor of mankind has set in mobile on the golden throne of terror. He is the master of mankind by the will of the gods and master a million worlds by the might of his inexhaustible will and armies. He is a rotting carcass writhing invisibly with power from the dark age of technology, that carry and Lord of the best period of man, for whom 1000 souls are sacrificed daily, so that he may never truly die.

Yet, even in his deathless state, the Emperor continues his eternal vigilance. Mighty battlefields crossed the demon-infested miasma, the warp beyond the route between distant stars. That way, lit by the Astronomican, the psychic manifestation of the embers will help the Army’s give battle. In his name on uncounted world’s greatest among his soldiers is the Adeptus. Starkey’s the Space Marines, His angels, bio-engineered super warriors. Their comrades and arms are legions, the Imperial Guard, countless planetary defense forces, the ever-vigilant Inquisition, the Tech-Priests of the Adeptus Mechanicus, and the Adepta Sororitas. His sisters of battle, to name a few. But for all their multitudes, they’re barely enough to hold off the ever-present threat to humanity from Xenos, Heretics, mutants, and far, far worse, to be a man in such times as to be one amongst untold billions to live in the cruelest and most bloody regime imaginable. These are the tales of those times.

Forget the power of technology in silence, for so much has been forgotten, never to be relearned. Forget the promise of progress and understanding. When the grim dark future, there is only war. There is no peace among the stars. Only an eternity of carnage, slaughter, and the laughter of thirsting Gods, your Inquisitor Ezekiel Chaxius has demanded that you attend him at the temple of mercy in the Ghasthive so that he may issue you new orders.

Summoned by Inquisitor Ezekiel Chaxius, our acolytes arrived at the Temple of Mercy. Amidst the corroded gates of the towering citadel, they exchanged greetings and proceeded to meet the inscrutable inquisitor. Witnessing the dispensation of the Emperor’s mercy upon a repentant soul, their purpose was revealed: to infiltrate the opulent estate of the Rogue Trader Haarlock, where a momentous auction of his prized possessions loomed on the horizon.

You are greeted with a heavy miasma of smoke burning promethium bodies and death that you might associate with human misery and suffering in a more enlightened time. You come to understand this as the tithe to the Emperor and the wages that must be paid to the Imperium.

Venturing into the abyssal depths of the underhive, Xavia sought passage through the treacherous labyrinth, enticing a guide with a generous offering of coin. Guided towards the enigmatic Amazons and their leader, Maeve, she cunningly gleaned crucial intelligence about potential relic buyers. It was during these clandestine exchanges that she unraveled the perilous truth—a rival gang known as the Spartans had been contracted to provide security for the impending event.

I would never dare to imagine the Emperor, his visage is beyond someone so lowly as I.

Meanwhile, Levi, Fyodor, and Skvane embarked on a delicate mission to Lady Medusa’s abode. Once a noble of the Imperium, she now languished in the throes of adversity. As Levi stealthily maneuvered through the concealed ductwork, Fyodor and Skvane engaged in a tense discourse with the lady and her eerie daughter, the Lady Janus. Their objective: to secure Lady Medusa’s coveted code cypher, granting them access to the upper echelons of the hive. Finally, with the noblewoman bidding them farewell, her relief palpable, our trio withdrew from her presence.

Snjorfingr, I admit this to you now, but when you first came to us, I found your (SNIFFS) presence most discomforting. But over time, I became used to your… presence. This may amuse you, but if you were to perish in the service of our Inquisitor, I would miss your presence, my friend.

Thus, our acolytes set the wheels in motion, their paths entwined by the mandate of Inquisitor Ezekiel Chaxius. Their journey into the depths of the estate of the Rogue Trader Haarlock had only just begun, fraught with peril and cloaked in mystery.

You’ve got your Heretical items. You’ve got your Xenos items and whatnot.