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Walking into the VIP area, a glorious sight unveiled itself before Salvius. Never in his wildest nightmares could Salvius have dreamed of this. This room just reeked of death, ambition, and above all: powerful knowledge to be gained. Salvius could already deduce that apparently his own source of power was not the only one after all. The VIP area was clearly divided in four parts, suggesting there might be as much as four "gods" to curry favour from. Naturally, this did not quite suggest their actual existence yet, but the large mobs of fervent followers implied they did. Gormog was the counterpoint to that argument however: Salvius had never seen any sign that the big brute connected to some higher being or power. He just liked to punch and shoot repeatedly people until they stopped being fun.

Speaking of punching, it seemed Gormog had already found some creatures and people to apply his fists to. He even seemed to fit right in with some of the other spectators and contesters. After talking with a young fellow, who didn't exactly fit in, Gormog indicated he was going to have some fun and jumped into one of the fighting pits. Salvius' suspected he might just befriend the giant orc he was facing now: They tended to be impressed by brute strength. On the other hand, the orc might also be dead soon. Placing a sizeable bet on Gormog's victory, and, incidentally, future victories, Salvius headed for the bar. With a final glance back, Salvius sent: Don't die Gormog. I'd hate to lose my money.

Walking towards the bar, another spectacle was to be found. A man of similar size to Gormog, but considerably less... brutish. He seemed to be engaged with two others at the bar. One, a chem user in the process of leaving, intending to follow the second: a hunchbacked figure. Weaving through the crowd, Salvius only saw snap shots of what transpired. From one moment to another, the big man is standing behind the hunchback. Elbowing someone aside, the next thing Salvius saw was the hunchback's impression of an owl: his head was turning at some odd angles. Losing sight once more, Salvius only saw the hunchback leave shortly after: His imitation of an eagle's graceful flight could use some improvement. All this had taken only seconds. Arriving at the bar, Salvius confirmed his suspicions with a brief glimpse of the big man's presence in the warp. Oddly shaped, the soul seemed to simply flatline where others would have fear. Only a little had Salvius learned of Space Marines, but three things stood out: They were huge, possessed incredible fighting prowess and were fearless.

As the Space Marine sat back down Salvius quickly looked away. he sat himself down at the bar and ordered a fresh mint tea, never having liked the intoxicating effects of alcohol. Receiving the drink after a few moments, Salvius enjoyed a few sips. It was definitely mint tea, but it had a peculiar quality to it. It seemed to sharpen his senses more than usual and to excite his mind, perceiving clearer, deducing faster. While drinking, Salvius kept an eye on the odd pair to the left of him. They seemed to be engaged in conversation over some book which the Marine was currently perusing. It reminded Salvius of why he was here.

Looking at the barman over the rim of his cup, Salvius said: "Dear barman, I am in need of some directions I fear. I'm looking for someone knowledgeable about books of a certain kind and..." Salvius now caught a glimpse of the book as it was being handed back to the chem user by the Marine. An eight pointed star was inscribed on it. As he was looking, Salvius' black bird skull talisman began to rattle against his chest, seemingly being pulled in the book's direction. Salvius quickly grabbed his trinket before it pulled itself out from under his clothing, dropping his tea cup in the process. It shattered on the ground with what seemed to Salvius an earsplitting noise. "Looking for... uhh.. for uhh... nevermind."

With an apologetic glance at the barman, Salvius stood. Sliding over a few chairs, Salvius caught the last few words of the conversation. Something about a search for knowledge concerning the star. Now this was an excellent opportunity. Making eye contact with both in turn, Salvius intruded using every ounce of charismatic charm he could muster: "Good afternoon gentlemen, care for some company? I couldn't help but hear something about you looking for some information, and I happen to be something of a scholar. Perhaps I could be of some use to you? My name would be Ersus. Ersus Tulfon. A pleasure."

@Lord Coake @BCTheEntity @Jbcool
Heyo.

I'm a little busy the coming few days, so my post will be late. I hope to get one up friday.
As far as I have it thought through, Salvius is currently basically capable of:
1. Speak to someone telepathically over short distances (I was thinking width of large room)
2. Glean information about someone through their presence in the warp when touching said person.
Both of these abilities would be stronger in regards to Gormog due to familiarity, if Hank is ok with that.

I'll let you be the judge about whether these abilities are too strong at the current point in the story, @Jbcool.
Got my post up! There's another post underway from Hank before we arrive at the boutique. Hold on to your horses.
Placing the single chair the room possessed rather precariously between two leaks in the ceiling of the room, Salvius picked up his prized dataslate to read up on the hive of Ephron V. Salvius and Gormog had finally found a dingy hab block where one could rent an apartment no questions asked, money up front. Or barter for that matter. You did not require a noble's purse to afford this place. The neighbourhood was bad to say the least. Vehicles, such as they were, drove fast and dangerous: it was more dangerous to stop. Gunfire was never far off as gangers roamed the streets looking for prey. Other pedestrians looked so dishevelled they did not attract attention of the petty criminals, or so diseased or misformed nobody strayed close at all. For the Underhive was not far below, and who knew what kind of disease, violence and corruption ran rampart down there. The entire area had the smell of age old stagnant poverity seeping from the very bricks and mortar.

This stagnance rankled Salvius. How could these people continue to live like this for so long? Why did they fight to change their fate with so little conviction? To Salvius, the gangers actually were the most worthy of praise: They fought to change their lives, to get rich and powerful or die trying. Their ambitions were dull and insignificant, but better then the dross and scared citizens living under both the thumbs of the gangs as the corpse god.

But something was off. Whispers from the warp tickled the back of Salvius' mind. Why was the flooring of the basement of the building he occupied made of stone which was centuries, maybe even millennia older then the rest of the building? Had the original building been razed? Why? Had great change occurred here? Expertly navigating the archive contained in his dataslate, Salvius explored the historical records of Ephron V. Here too he found discrepancies. Why did this planet rise to prominence only in the last few thousand years if the building he was in now suggested an extensive Hive had existed for far longer? The story of Ephron V seemed constructed, manufactured... Fake. "Grab your gear Gormog. We're going on a little archeology expedition."

Salvius deemed this place the most likely to have escaped the "corrections" made to this hive. The shrine was of a medium size and appeared as neglected as the rest of the neighbourhood, but it was the largest of this level of the hive. It's furnishings were worn down to the point of collapse. It's altar had been shoddily painted a disgusting tone of yellow, possibly to imitate gold. The walls were of same ancient stone as the apartments cellar, and mostly unadorned. In some places, like the huge slab of stone behind the altar, you could see faint traces of worn away reliefs. Salvius had just asked the local preacher what it had originally depicted.

"Nobody really knows. Rumors suggest it was a glorious depiction of the imperial aquila, crusted in gold to honor the glory of the Emperor and His Imperium. Most venerable... Most venerable..." said the preacher, called father Wilbur, with a sleazy grin on his face. They were walking through the nave of the shrine towards the altar. Gormog stood towering next to the doorway a few yards away. "I see," said Salvius, "you must be very proud of your shrine. I imagine your flock steeped in awe when they look upon it during your salmons. Would you mind if I took a closer look?" Without waiting for an answer Salvius stepped onto the altar and took out his auspex scanner and used the device on the relief. And there it was plain as day. Cleverly hidden to avoid the purge that apparently had been brought upon this planet. The relief was coated in slowly decaying radioactive material in a particular pattern. "The eight pointed star again."

"Yes." Said a voice dangerously close to Salvius' ear. "The eight pointed star of the true gods. You seem like a gentleman and a scholar, but you better convince me you are also something else if you'd like to keep drawing breath my friend." Father Wilbur's face had lost its idiotic grin, his voice had lost the air of an easily bribed agent of the ecclesiarchy. A friendly arm seemed to lay across the shoulders of Salvius, but hidden in Wilbur's hand lay a curved knife at Salvius' throat. Using the power of his mind and the warp, Salvius sent his thoughts into Wilbur's conscious: Is this proof enough of my... abilities and character? Turning his head, Salvius looked into eyes of similar colour to his own: Blue and gold.

Wilbur abruptly retrieved his arm and knife from Salvius. "A fated brother is always welcome to practice his faith in my little shrine. Especially one of such eccentric skill." While he talked, Wilbur retrieved a small envelope from a drawer of a desk in the corner. Handing it over, he said: "I feel you might be given a grand fate by our master, but you must learn more. Let my gift guide your way to knowledge." With that he retreated to his private quarters. Walking to the entrance, Salvius opened the small envelope. It contained a small card and stone. The small card showed an eight pointed star and read in small print below: The Gentlemen's Boutique of Intriguing Antiques. "Gormog, do you have an interest for antiques? A man of your stature and impeccable taste, I expect so. Let us discuss the qualities of the furniture from M36..."

@Hank

@Jbcool I dragged @Keepvogel into it now, performing another disappearing act would be extremely disingenuous. That said, you're doing fine. I don't think you need a co-GM for this one.


Nowhere to run. Nowhere to hide. Mildly disapproving comments/stares cannot be escaped. FEAR ME!
smashing and shooting stuff and people


So when are you gonna paint your skin green and steal the teeth of your enemies? Khorne can prolly get ya some gud shooty guns for 'em.
I'm interested. Gotta warn you though, my experince is limited and every RP I've played in so far has died a quick and silent death at the hands of the imperium. However, I'd like to think this did not happen due to a lack of effort on my part.

I'll probably go for some kind of academia based character under the influence of Tzeentch. Cheers!
I've been a bit distracted. Almost said busy. Ha. Busy.

Now I have the problem my skype crashes when I it tries to load teh RPG call.
How am I supposed to catch up :O

How're you doing Alpha.
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