Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-25684606-20180404122401/@comment-25684606-20180407122354

"It is said that the Unknown is the greatest fear of mankind. I would argue that some enemies become more terrifying the more you learn about them. After all, fighting without knowing that you do not stand a chance is not bravery, but simpel ignorance." - Inquisitor Lucas Corrova, Confessions of a Xanthist

As the Sisters bow and greet, a brief smile runs over the Inquisitors lips and, while not lasting, softens her formerly somewhat harsh expression. She leans forward, studying the Sororitas’ faces.

“Welcome, Sisters. I am Isidora Tenley, Inquisitor of the Ordo Hereticus. I reckon you have been told little about the journey you are now a part of. I will tell you what you need to know.”

She got up and around the desk, leaning against its front. While she had introduced herself, the Sisters' eyes became accustomed to the dim lighting, revealing additional details about it. To the left of the desk stood a large, opened metal chest, its many locks and lid opened. Inside, a variety of weapons were strapped in place, including a pair of finely crafted LasPistols with wooden stocks, a Condemnor Bolt Pistol with a burnished blue finish and an ivory grip, a slender, straight Power Sword, forsaking any distinctive decorative features for a minimalistic appearance and a curved, alien-looking sword with a curved, translucent blade, encased in a solid block of transparent, pink resin. Furthermore: Two power daggers with leaf-shaped blades, a Stub Revolver of high quality yet a low level of technology, a thick, unwieldy book and lastly, a small black box which would fit comfortably into any hand.

Additionally, a large and worn, white coat hangs over the back of the chair, crowned with the distinctive, broad-rimmed hat commonly associated with Witch Hunters, tailored from a dark blue leather. Behind the desk, mostly hidden behind thick, blue curtains, were three lancet windows opening seemingly into space.

“Our destination is Bolna Sott, an Agri-World in the next system. The planet has failed to meet its tithes and I have reason to suspect that this event is correlated to a rogue Psyker one of my Acolytes was tasked with tracking.”

A sudden shudder seems to go through the ship as everyone's vision blurs for a split second. The impression is over so fast one could question its reality. As it fades, an eerie light of indefinable color pours through the uncovered parts of the windows and a barely audible chorus of inhuman howls pours through the hull of the ship.

Inquisitor Tenley throws a brief glance at the man in the wheelchair, whose hand has stopped in the middle of overturning one of the cards in front of him. His eyes are closed, his face an expression of utter concentration on a task beyond the Sisters perception.

“We have entered the Warp,” she explains as she turns back to the four Sororitas in front of her. “It is planned that we will reach Bolna Sott in about 4 standard hours. Until then, you may either rest, pray or pose questions you desire an answer for.”