Tuesday, June 1, 2010

The first meeting ...

     A long corridor stretches off into the distance as far as the eye can see … dim greenish blue lights flicker and sputter.. Ancient forgotten technology powering them. The weight of ages can be felt as you walk … these corridors have existed for millennia … perhaps even to the time of the great crusade. That was an age when man ruled the galaxy, when man had promise and hope. A time when the Emperor himself traveled the stars with armies of Astartes and godlike sons. Expanding humanities domain discovering, exploring and enlightening. Those days are far gone … as you walk you ponder this … for some unknown reason your mind wanders to thoughts that you either have never had or perhaps haven’t had for quite some time. Wondering what the future holds for you seems to be a more pressing matter than wondering about the future of your race. For it has been this way so long … how could it ever be any different … if the Emperor himself failed to free humanity … could anyone?  A bright light looms ahead and at that moment you think you hear laughter in the distance, but you’re not sure. The light is so very far away. A chill air blows down the corridor and you pull your collar up and brace yourself against the sudden gust.

You walk on for a several more minutes and corridor widens as you get closer to a very large door, two thick adamantine blast doors are open towards you. Easily two meters thick… you find yourself wondering what would be the need for such doors so far down? What weapon could pierce such doors that someone could bring through the corridor? You hear the laughter again … this time it is much closer and louder … you enter the cavernous chamber beyond the door. The vast room has a massive fireplace on one end and is filled with books from the floor to the very high ceiling. There are large overstuffed couches clad in exotic skins whose origins you can only imagine. You see a large desk with a throne of a chair turned away towards the fire. Several massive paintings of various heroic figures line the walls in the few gaps between the bookshelves. There are various large statues, yet more heroes of the imperium presumably.

As you get closer to the desk you can see smoke rising from behind the chair. There are two wingback chairs which sit on each side of the desk facing it. You hear a deep rich voice “Please be seated” and the chair slowly spins revealing a handsome man, who appears to be in his early 40s, dark hair with the exception of a little grey along the temples and a hint of grey in his close cropped mustache. He looks up at you and meets your gaze with sharp, steel grey eyes. He is clad in a simple black tunic and save the red Rosetta hanging ceremoniously from his neck he has no other ornamentation.

“I am Verlok Malthorn and as I hope you have gathered I am the one who has had you brought here. I have been watching you for quite some time.” He pulls a file out of a desk drawer and motions to a large crystal decanter on his desk “Please pour yourself a glass of Amsec … it’s a delightful vintage. Very rare. I’m sure you’ve never taste it’s like … Go on I insist.”  You stand and do as instructed and he then says “There in the humidor feel free to help yourself to those as well.” You open the case and take a Lho stick and proceed to light it. You then settle back into the chair and take a drink, Inquisitor Malthorn looking over your file.  “I see you have had a … shall we say interesting career thus far.” Perhaps it is the Amsec or your nerves … but you find yourself asking a question “Sir … if I might ask. As I approached I heard laughter. Were you talking with someone.” His eyes lift from the pages and he turns his head slightly raising one eyebrow inquisitively or perhaps in annoyance. “Well … as if the business I conduct here is any of your business.” A broad smile crosses his face and he leans back in his chair and looks at you this time with an expression of sheer mirth. “Your thoughts amused me. As you wandered down the long hallway I rather enjoyed how your mind wandered. It seems you have similar thoughts to my own. I found that rather ironic … given the great difference in our backgrounds and our age. Perhaps there is a place for you here … after all."


Essentially this is the type of meeting I have planned for each party member. I might change my mind and RP it all out. But we'd need to basically have five sessions. I don't think the party would know each other before they'd know the inquisitor. I myself ... if I were an Inquisitor ... would want my staff loyal to me first and foremost. In the beginning that would be my first thought for new staff.  If that were the case then ... why would new staff meet with each other before the Inquisitor himself?  A few party members might have a slightly different experience ... but this is the general introduction for everyone. Each would have slight variation of course ... but hopefully that passage paints the picture to some extent ...

1 comment:

  1. I like it. Very descriptive. It reveals a lot about "the boss" but not too much. A great start.