Given your extended background stories I find that 1200XP (NOT 400XP as is standard) to start with is about right; that would (just) put you at 3rd 'level'. Actually, the way I've portrayed you means that you're probably more like 4th 'level', but any… more »

Each PC can select one of the acolyte NPCs to have as contact (you don't have to select one, it optional); you can assume that during the rather lengthy space voyage the follows you have time to get to know the others, and that you've managed to befriend… more »

Stasis isn't unconsciousness or dreamlessness, not quite. Instead your trapped in a limbo of almost-nothing, an almost-nothing that ever so slowly changes, hinting at things that are never really revealed. At least that's the way it is for you. Most unpl… more »

Time has passed since your recruitment; about two days according to your internal biological timer. The only thing that's happened so far is a visit from a medicae team. They did spent a few hours doing various tests pertaining to your psychic potential.… more »

“Good. I was hoping you would be sensible. Don't worry too much about your continued existence breaking any laws; the Inquisition need heed no law but the Emperor's Will – you are above and beyond any law made by man as long as you are with us.” She rele… more »

Half a year later Maximilian was back on the streets of Malfi, now working as an Investigator in the Absolom hive-spire, far from his old haunts in Norumo. He'd been doing well. Very well. He'd rooted out several criminal conspiracies and seen to it that… more »

Unknown to the Headmaster young Maximilian not only survived, but prospered in his new home – the Malfi Central Precinct Arbites Training Facility, a sprawling compound of shared with hundreds of thousands of other Arbites candidates. To Maximilian it wa… more »

rom that day on Maximilian had a purpose. To seek out justice, or more importantly its consequence; the punishment of the wicked. He would not merely consign himself to the orphanage, but also wandered the streets and alleys of the local hab-block, and e… more »

Of course, Maximilian had something his peers did not. He had faith. Faith in the God-Emperor of Man and Rule of Law. Maximilian found his faith when he was very little. He was around six or seven years old at the time, a smallish boy with few real frien… more »

“Good. I'm glad you're with us. It will do your immortal soul good. And besides you're just the kind of man I like having around. Young, handsome and well endowed.” That last part directed towards your private parts no doubt. “And a witch. The old witch… more »

That face again. Suspended in mid-air before you. No, not suspended. Just poor lighting, masking the rest of her in shadow. A voice, her voice, but different. The sound ringing painfully in your head with every word. “Welcome back dear. Did you sleep wel… more »

Haxtes survived the first murderous minutes of the assault, finding himself drawn into an impromptu bodyguard for Lady Ghaela, one of the senior Masters, as she fled towards the null-ship hidden within the spire. Coming face-to-face with the enemy for th… more »

They came in the dark of night. Preceded by a concentrated wave of guided warheads carrying plasmatic pulsars that blew out every defensive shield and boiled away every sensor blister, leaving the spire monastery blind and naked. Then came Navy bombers s… more »

There are many orphanages in the hab-ledges of Norumo, north of the Spelplex Hive-complex that dominates the northern uplands of Malfi. And there are many more orphanages if you were to count all of Spelplex and its dependents, and if an adept were to tr… more »

Thus began the next phase of Haxtes' life, a phase that would last for six long and grueling years, a phase that would take him away from Protasia to the dark spires of the Absolom Hive-complex on Malfi, home to the cult-monastery of the Veiled Hand, one… more »