992.M42 Inquisitorial Palace Thracian Primaris Accession 132663 Convened under authority of Grand Inquisitor Mordecai Hyrim Ignatio Boch Attendance: High Ecclesiarch Santus Vobosum, Eudoxia Pratteri Adeptus - Astro-Telepathicus, Caracticus Desprau - Ordo Malleus, Jascinto Rafe - Ordo Malleus, Kindren Tomasi - Ordo Hereticus Phlebias Cowl - Pardoner. Subject: Emmaline Grimelhausen Teobaldina von Morganstern - Adept Delta, Accession above. Transcript begins. Phlebias Cowl - If it please the court…. Caracticus Desprau - In the interest of time please assume that everything you say will please the court. Eudoxia Pratteri - Muffled laughter. Phlebias Cowl - Uh… yes your lordship… I um… enter the following into evidence. Transcription of vid footage begins. Shaky camera running down a steel passageway. Possibly a ship passage. Muzzle flashes center right. Camera pauses presumable for wearer to return fire. One casualty. Male of medium build. Tallarn guard uniform defaced with &#&&&&&&&&& symbols. Camera turns right, looking out over ship enginarium. Possibly Mobius Class Trader based on AM analysis. Spider like creatures made of glowing silver crawling down engine reclaim coil one and three at approximately three meters per second. Gunfire from camera. Two spiders destroyed one maimed. Camera retreats. Grenade thrown into enginarium. Comms log call for 1.5 seconds to Accession. Accession responds 31 seconds. Comms log call for 1 second to Accession. Accession does not respond. Camera moving rapidly up central hallway towards bridge level. Camera knocked over by blow from off screen. Scrabbling appendages consistent with silvery spiders. Knife appears in screen covered in silvery liquid. Camera righted. Three figures in heretical armor run from right of screen, all burning. Gunfire from camera. Comms log call for 1.5 seconds to Accession. Accession responds 1 second. Bulkheads appear to be melting rapidly from unknown source. Camera turns right. Explosion tosses four bodies across field of vision. Significant hoarfrost coating bodies. Camera advances at a run and enters salvation pod Alpha-Alpha-Seven. Blonde female in golden body glove with blue eyes speaks 2 seconds. Camera closes the salvation pod. End transcription of vid. Santus Vobosum - Accession can you confirm your use of unhallowed powers? Eudoxia Pratteri - One would hope so, unless you mean to suggest those heretics blew themselves up. Caracticus Desprau - With respect Ecclesiarch its hardly helpful to chracterise all psychic phenomena as…. Santus Vobosum - Why is it when you people say with respect what it really means is kiss my… *Generalized uproar* Jascinto Rafe - If we can return to the matter at hand… Phlebias Cowl - If it please the court…. Several voices speaking at once - Shut up! Eudoxia Pratteri - Adept do you recall what you said when Inquisitor Drakos entered the salvation pod? Emmaline Grimelhausen Teobaldina von Morganstern - *muffled response* Jascinto Rafe -Louder Adept, for the picter please. Emmaline Grimelhausen Teobaldina von Morganstern - *Clears throat* I believe it was something to the effect of : ‘how cool was that’ Generalized sighs from several sources. Fragment ends. 989.M41 Planet Tallarn To: Eudoxia Pratteri Dear Doxy. I do not imagine that any of this will be of any use to anyone. Given the nature of the Glorious Inquisition it seems highly unlikely that anyone with the clearance to read these journals will give the proverbial guardsman’s damn about them. Even so I find transits through the empyrean to be tedious and see no harm in writing the account as you have requested. I hope you at least find my accounts amusing if not instructive. EGTVM I do not remember being brought to Tallarn. Certainly it isn’t a place I would ever have chosen to go of my own volition. Tallarn’s have a long standing tradition of burning the witch first and asking questions never. As you know I had been working, or more accurately forced to work, as an enchantress. While it is bandied about alot in common terms, the technical role of an enchantress is to create sophisticated illusions for others. Most astropaths have the ability, it forms the basis of the performative part of an auto-seance, but they rarely have the kind of flair for detail to do more than convey impressions. A really good enchantress, and I flatter myself to claim that distinction, can make you see anything. Not just see, but feel, taste, and smell. There are a number of obvious problems with this ability, the first is that if you can make people experience anything, people will want you to. Grieving parents wanting to see dead children, old men wanting to be young again, sexual deviants who want to experience things that aren’t quite possible in the real world. As you can imagine it is a slippery slope. I woke from the obscura haze the way I always do, languorous, sticky in my skin. I hated, and still hate obscura. They must have forgotten to give me the full dose. Maybe some of the goons had been cutting what they gave me. The advantages of big boobs and pouty lips are not to be underestimated, no doubt they thought that I wasn’t dangerous other than to their already tarnished virtue. I could taste the lilac taste of psi-blockers at the back of my throat. They might be lax but apparently not stupid the Emperor curse them. I didn’t know how long I had been here but I remember some very odd enchantments. Not the usual orgies with anatomically improbable Aldarei or power fantasies of ruling the universe, it was almost as if they were planning something, something monstrous, and they wanted to use me to practice it in advance. It made my head hurt worse than the obscura hang over. They hadn’t locked my cell so I went out into what looked to be a rock hewn corridor. It must have been deep. The walls were sweating water and was crusted with old salt. The stink was terrible and I wrinkled my nose. At least it made the choice of which way to go easy enough: up, up, up. I wished I had better shoes, although I suppose if the Emperor of Mankind appeared and granted wishes I’d have aimed higher than a nice set of stylish hiking boots. I don’t know how long I climbed. The shakes and DTs were on me and I felt like spiders were crawling over my skin. It wasn’t just the obscura, its fair to say that given my choice I prefer my exercise horizontal, climbing these endless stone cut stairs was making me sweat. That was unpleasant enough, but the exertion was working the psi blockers out of my system. I could pick up a background sense of things already and the feeling left me shivering despite my raised body temperature. This place felt filthy. I didn’t know what had been done here but I knew I wanted to be out of whatever it was. I considered that I was on Tallarn and I might just be about to get out into a radioactive hell desert where I would infallible starve, die of thirst, or be burned as a witch by some cloth swathed savage. That still seemed preferable to remaining here with the Chaos taint in the air. Worse it seemed to be getting more intense as I got higher, as though the layer of filthy oil was laying across the surface of a pond. A man with the severe face of a Tallarn stepped into the hallway. He was naked from the waist up, there was a soft shine to his eyes and an aura of menace. His eyes widened when he saw her and he opened his mouth. You do not see me. Psy force whispered out of my mind. I felt like I was trying to push water up a hill with my tongue. The taste of lilac amost made me vomit and I swear my sweat turned slightly purple. It almost wasn’t enough. There was too much psi blocker still in my system but I managed to plant the suggestion long enough that he turned and started walking. I ducked into a side passage and heard him turn around with a confused sound and then head on his way. I kept climbing and the feeling of dread grew greater and greater until I could hardly stand to put one foot in front of the other. Then I saw something in one of the alcoves, it was vast and horrible and so wrong that my mind recoiled. I screamed and I ran, upwards and upwards. Suddenly there were crashes and screams and howls ahead of me. I tried not to cry, I felt like I was running from the fire into a raging sea, but the sea still seemed preferable. Suddenly I broke into a large room of a type I was familiar with. Plush cushions and and secluded alcoves. Men grabbing for weapons and the women were wailing. Several of the men turned to look at me and several shouted in surprise. The door exploded and I saw an Astartes for the first time in my life. Emperor help me I had never imagined such a thing existed. I had seen statues and illuminated manuscripts but it didn’t prepare me for the awful majesty of five hundred pounds of ceramite wrapped killer shattering a door into a million pieces. Half a dozen men went down, impaled by pieces of door. Two more exploded, their guts sprayed across the room by bolter rounds. Another man, unluckily close to the giant, was smashed flat by a massive fist that seemed to drive his spine down through his body. Gunfire flashed in all directions. I did the only thing I could think of. I dived under a pillow and hid. Emmaline Von Morganstern - Ace Operative. So it was that when I finally met Hadrian Drakos, my first actions were to hold up both hands and say. “Thank the Emperor you are here officer, there are about twenty of them.”