I have been slow on the modelling front, my apologies on the lack of pictures etc. I am ready to begin the final stages of sculpting on the retinue and then on to new things which I thoroughly look forward to sharing with everyone. With that said, I have spent this campaign with my gaming group trying something new. With the Totradus Sector I wanted to have a massive space that my group can play in without causing any issues with Cannon or honestly even taking cannon into consideration for the most part. I wanted to be able to throw them into the deep end and let them drive the entire step of the campaign. I made a 30 day list of events that would happen and simply told them as things happened but let them choose where they were going the whole time. I like the freedom this gives the players however I think there are definitely flaws with this mindset.
It was originally a test for myself as a GM to see if I can essentially run an entire campaign on the fly if a setting was present. I would say that was a success but looking at this from an outside standpoint I think it is not the best of ideas. It puts more strain on the players having to actually think things through more than I think they should as opposed to enjoying a story which is the whole reason for the game. It also insists upon breaking the 4th wall considerably more. Given that my players are not actually the people living in this world it makes it hard for them to think like their character would naturally, if that makes sense? Essentially this is the very line between being a character and role playing as one. I feel like I am rambling.
Long story short, I am reworking my method for the second Campaign. Each mission will start with a monologue from the Kade to set the tone, give objectives and give the group an overall idea of what to do without straight forward telling them to go here do this. This is how the last two missions of the first campaign were played and as a whole I believe our group favors this. As for followers of this blog it also makes it a hell of a lot easier to paste an actual story together since I will have something pre-written before each game to share and recount events of the previous mission.
I promise the next post will have pictures and lots of them. Once the group is done I will have a lot more to share. Until then enjoy the epilogue to the first campaign, this goes along with the previous post. It is the midnight hour end of the road, an attempt to save the Planetary Governor while the rest of the group attempts to stop an attack on the foundation of the hive itself.
I’ve never been a swordsman, just a man with a sword.Druet was the real deal and the blood leaking
from my coat was a testament to this.On
the defensive like I had been since Fabians supposed death we made our way to
the center of the ballroom.I’d be dead
if it wasn’t for the grenade hidden in my coat.My ears still ringing as I watch the bastard rise from the smoke and the
shrapnel, his coat torn, his noble features flecked with blood.He makes it a few steps in my direction, eyes
bearing into my soul.I don’t hear a thing as the crimson halo
distorts his silhouette.His head makes
an unnatural turn to his left at the force of the blow and he collapses on the
The ringing fades, I see Nor standing to the side of a
pillar his stub gun raised and pointed at Druets’ fresh corpse.The screams continue long after the gunshots,
Celicia finishes off the last few of the coup.Its ten after midnight, the Planetary Governor is alive, and the fact I
am standing in the spire still lets me know my men in the underhive did their
job.It’s not a pretty victory but they
never really are, I’ll take what I can get.
The governor locks down the spire no one in or out, being
the closest involved I’m one of the first questioned, in the presence of the
Planetary Governor himself no less.The questions
stop as soon as the word Inquisition leaves my lips.The long silence marks our exit from the
scene but before I go the Governor asked my name. I just said, “Kade” and we
Hours pass as we make our way back to the abandoned factory
we’ve called home the past few weeks.I
mutter a small prayer to the Emperor when I see the three figures standing next
to the ship.There’s no celebration, we
are alive and that’s enough for now. There’s a lot to talk about but we will
deal with that in the morning.For the
first time in a month I look forward to sleeping, I don’t sleep a wink. The box
on my bed is small, the woods old.Festus checks for foul play, not a print on it.He tells me it’s clear and I open it to find
a letter lovingly placed on a smaller box.
You have my
condolences for keeping you in the dark, but it is often in the dark that we
find ourselves, is it not?You have
truly risen to the occasion on this glorious day my pupil and for that I
congratulate you. While Gavril may have been quite confident in his superiority
my money was on you old friend.This
test as you have no doubt come to see, was not just for you but for all of
Gaios prime, for all humanity.The
strong eat the weak, it’s the only way anything gets done these days.I have no doubts; I harbor no grand allusions
that in time my name will become anything more than a curse, if not simply
forgotten. I know my greatest triumphs
will be regarded as nothing more than a cancer in the eyes of the imperium, a
poison in the eyes of my Ordo.I know
the path I walk is one others will see only shrouded in darkness.Perhaps the years have not been kind to me,
and why should they?The fondest
memories of my early days were spent hunting the monsters that hide in the dark,
ironic is it not?In the end my final
gift to you old friend is a monster of your own, happy hunting.
The smaller box contains a rosette of deep obsidian outlined
in gold.A grinning skull of Gold at its
heart, I hold it in my hand, its black chain trailing out of my palm.
My name is Severan Kade, Inquisitor of the holy Ordo
Hereticus, hunter of monsters, slayer of beasts.I name Fabian Netzoch Excommunicate
Traitoris.He is a heretic and traitor
to the Imperium of man. I cast this
judgement in the name of the God Emperor of mankind.The sentence is death.
It's been a month to the minute since Fabian's death. I'm looking at the man who says he is responsible. He tells me he is Fabian's Interrogator. He tells me it's all a test, we are one and the same, two sides of a coin. He tells me I'm older than he thought I'd be, that he's impressed I've even made it this far.
He's holding a glass of caramel colored liquid as he looks down onto the hell below us. He doesn't look at me while he talks, not even when he tells me Fabian's alive. He tells me again for what its worth I've done a hell of a job getting this far. He tells me we've finally come to the end of the line and for a second I catch a glimpse of sorrow as he tosses his glass over the railing.
So here I stand on a balcony off the side of the ballroom in the household of the Planetary Governor. Top of the spire, top of the world. I look at this man in front of me, younger than I expected, clean cut and handsome. He was trained for this life from an early age, he was taught how to plan two, three, hell ten steps ahead of his enemies; ahead of me.
We both hear the gunshot in the ballroom. We both draw our blades. Mine dull and plain always a tool never a symbol; his the embellished symbol of a master swordsman. Two sides of the coin, one and the same