Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-25684606-20180501184035/@comment-25684606-20180504191849

Inquisitor Tenley scanned each of them directly and thoroughly, aside from Walton, whose distinct lack of facial features excempted him from the woman's intense stare. "If your Master didn't deem it necessary for you to know, Sister Rosalind, I won't question his judgement." Apparently satisfied or at least not disappointed with the result, she leaned back in her chair.

"The situation is somewhat murky, but let us not begin with the end." The boy returned with a tray, carrying an ornate pot of steaming Recaf and several expensive looking ceramic cups. He served his master first before offering each of the guests, aside from Walton a cup as well. Then, he put the tray down and returned to his Master's side, standing silently. "Bolna Sott is an Agri-World, basically an partially inhabited field. Technology is limited to farming equipment on the majority of the planet and the population lives and dies in the same village. Communications are unstable at best but one year ago, settlement after settlement went dark."

She took a sip from her Recaf, which favored strength while forsaking taste. "Messengers sent there didn't return or claimed the villages were empty, things like that. The PDF was sent to investigate, too, but didn't produce any results either." She tapped on a map on the table, featuring a number of crossed out locations, roughly a quarter of the total number of settlements on the planet. "As you can see, things got out of hand. One of my Acolytes, investigating the escape of a Rogue Psyker, informed me and I decided to look into it personally."

Her report was briefly interrupted by rain splattering heavily against the window, driven by a howling wind as the weather worsened. The lights flickered, nearly going dark for a moment before coming back to life. "Before I detail the plan of action, ask what you feel you need to know."