Rosenkrantz 30

	Rosenkrantz_GM	IT IS THE 41ST MILLENNIUM...
	Rosenkrantz_GM	Some twelve hours on your return trip to Footfall, the watch is shifting once more, with the incoming men being insturcted to remain on high alert, as you close the distance, now nearly within the effective range of the defenses of the installation.
	Rosenkrantz_GM	"Sir, Helm is ready to commence our approach."
	Rosenkrantz_GM	"Understood." Lieutenant Titus replies, looking over to the Captin.
	Rosenkrantz_GM	Captain*
	Friedrich_Rosenkrantz	"Can we find alternate docking locations that avoid that section of port defenses?"
	Rosenkrantz_GM	"Captain, I have taken initiative to have the Launch Bays ready for launch, should you give the order to disable the turrets responsible for the earlier aggression."
	Makh_Chomun	"I somehow doubt they'd try that mess again, at least from the same place." Makh says from the console he is leaning against with his very regal-looking uniform of office. "Then again, Footfall has it's share of crazies, oh yeah."
	Rosenkrantz_GM	"And... with respect, Captain. The Consequence has already gone once without returning fire. Scum like these must not be allowed the opportunity to form... unfortunate habits."
	Josef	continues going over his reports.
	Friedrich_Rosenkrantz	"I highly doubt the stations other populous would appreciate us firing upon it's defenses,  I was hoping to dock and handle these vermin from within the port, but if both my top advisors deem immediate action necessary..." he says, looking to and from both men, waiting for an answer
	Rosenkrantz_GM	Titus defers to the Lord-Protector, technically his superior on military matters.
	Josef	"A quiet approach would be advisable."
	Rosenkrantz_GM	Titus shoots a glare at the unqualified advisor.
	Josef	"A contact to disable the weapons or distract our approach". He continues reading from his data-slate
	Makh_Chomun	"It would not do us much good to tarnish the reputation of the dynasty by firing on the port section that shot at us. We know it was only a portion of it. My past self would throw caution to the wind and just blow that piece of station to bits. Shame I don't have that sort of lee way anymore." The Lord-Protector grins impishly.
	Friedrich_Rosenkrantz	chuckles at the Lord-Protector's statement
	Makh_Chomun	"We will of course fire back if they do so again, but for now let's just approach, business as usual."
	Baine_Mort	thinks about the best course of action for a moment.
	Friedrich_Rosenkrantz	looks to Titus " Let us approach then."
	Josef	goes over Vivian Lorrena medical reports. Josef sees nothing of note aside from the extreme discomfort of the patient.
	Rosenkrantz_GM	Titus nods, but before giving the order, looks at Mort, who appears ready to give his thoughts on the situation.
	Rosenkrantz_GM	"Master Mort?" Titus says, opening the matter up to the Master of Ordnance.
	Baine_Mort	"Well the gangs are run by Idiots and are probably already talking about how they fired upon a our ship and got away with it, so if they do fire upon us again, we must deliver a clear message that that we are more then just a simple ship and that we are a Rogue Trader ship." Mort says in response to Titus.
	Rosenkrantz_GM	"Well said, Master Mort" Titus says with the nod of a navy man set on a course of action.
	Rosenkrantz_GM	"Helm! Make an approach to dock! Standard procedures will be followed!"
	Friedrich_Rosenkrantz	nods approvingly at Baine, usually the Master of Ordnance is rather quiet
	Makh_Chomun	"Atta boy, Baine!"
	Rosenkrantz_GM	The panels indicate a course alteration, and soon, you are within the effective range of the weapons that fired upon you when you parted.
	Friedrich_Rosenkrantz	"Are the Interceptors prepared for launch?"
	Rosenkrantz_GM	Clicking a few runes, Titus checks for an accurate answer.
	Rosenkrantz_GM	"Yes, Captain."
	Friedrich_Rosenkrantz	"Good, I want them scrambling the moment we detect fire."
	Baine_Mort	+I want weapons online as well.+ Mort says over the coms to the gunnery crew.
	Friedrich_Rosenkrantz	"Chomun, think you could storm that rats nest by yourself?" he says, leaning over from his captains throne with a smile
	Rosenkrantz_GM	"Etherics reporting we are being scanned..." a rune comes on from the Comms station, "...and hailed." Titus reports in his usual bridge monotone.
	Friedrich_Rosenkrantz	"We will recieve."
	Rosenkrantz_GM	"Prow and Broadside batteries coming online," Titus continues his narration, "Comms, accept incoming hail."
	Rosenkrantz_GM	++Consequence. State purpose of approach.++
	Friedrich_Rosenkrantz	"To enter Footfall." he states clearly
	Makh_Chomun	"Hmmm? Oh most definitely." He says after a moment of thought. The Lord-Protector seems distracted in thought at the moment.
	Rosenkrantz_GM	++You will need to visit the Harbormaster upon your arrival. There are fines which are being applied due to your last unannounced departure. How copy?++
	Josef	thumbing through reports.
	Friedrich_Rosenkrantz	gives Titus a signal to mute them
	Rosenkrantz_GM	The Flag-Lieutenant presses a rune.
	Rosenkrantz_GM	"Sir?"
	Friedrich_Rosenkrantz	"Were we given instructions to announce our departure?"
	Rosenkrantz_GM	"Our departure was sudden, Captain. Truth be told, I didn't think these vermin had anything like proper departure procedures. It appears they yet surprise us."
	Friedrich_Rosenkrantz	"Hmm, Very well. Continue the transmission."
	Rosenkrantz_GM	Titus presses the rune once more, and nods to you.
	Baine_Mort	"It could be possible sire due to the problems with Moross."
	Makh_Chomun	"I'm sure we'll find out the problems soon enough."
	Rosenkrantz_GM	++How copy?++
	Friedrich_Rosenkrantz	"We were given no instructions to announce our departure." he says, nodding at Mort for his given insight
	Rosenkrantz_GM	++Fines are being applied.++
	Makh_Chomun	chuckles. "Cheeky."
	Baine_Mort	"Hold Transmission."
	Rosenkrantz_GM	Titus does so.
	Rosenkrantz_GM	"Master Mort?"
	Baine_Mort	"Captain, you are a Rouge Trader after all, and your rule is law if you remember correctly sir."
	Friedrich_Rosenkrantz	Smiles broadly
	Rosenkrantz_GM	Without the need for the order to come through, Titus resumes transmission.
	Rosenkrantz_GM	++Consequence. Acknowledge.++
	Friedrich_Rosenkrantz	"As acting Rogue Trader, I dismiss these fines."
	Rosenkrantz_GM	++Fines will be payable to the Harbormaster.++
	Friedrich_Rosenkrantz	"Dismissed."
	Makh_Chomun	"I think you'll have to deny them in person, Lord-Captain." Makh says after some more laughter.
	Rosenkrantz_GM	++Failure to pay will result in seizure of ship or cargo.++
	Friedrich_Rosenkrantz	"Try me."
	Rosenkrantz_GM	"End transmission!" Titus calls.
	Rosenkrantz_GM	"Sir, we are being targeted."
	Friedrich_Rosenkrantz	"By?"
	Baine_Mort	"Oh boy time for some fun."
	Rosenkrantz_GM	"An array of defense turrets. Etherics, can we confirm which section?"
	Rosenkrantz_GM	A nod from the Master of Etherics is all Titus needs.
	Rosenkrantz_GM	"The same section of vermin, Captain."
	Friedrich_Rosenkrantz	"Open fire."
	Friedrich_Rosenkrantz	"I want minimal collateral damage."
	Rosenkrantz_GM	"To Battlestations!"
	Rosenkrantz_GM	++ALL HANDS TO BATTLESTATIONS. ALL HANDS...++
	Makh_Chomun	shakes his head. "Time for them to learn who the cream of the crop is." He relays orders to his officers to have all armsmen standby in boarding parties. Just in case.
	Baine_Mort	orders the gunnery grew to open fire.
	Rosenkrantz_GM	Lieutenant Downfield shows up to the bridge in full gear. "The men are ready, Sir" she reports.
	Rosenkrantz_GM	The Prow weapons flash before you, the bridge offering a perfect line of sight. In truth, it's a beauty to behold. The streams of concentrated lasfire shoot forth as if one massive singular ray of energy. The turret segment is hit, with the energy causing its magazine to ignite. Soon, a sphere of debris shoots out from the impact zone, some striking the facilities in proximity, others
	Rosenkrantz_GM	flying off into open void.
	Friedrich_Rosenkrantz	"Beautiful."
	Rosenkrantz_GM	"Sir, turret section appears to have gone offline."
	Josef	"Message received. Right, Lord-Captain?"
	Friedrich_Rosenkrantz	"Can you attempt to hail the previous caller?"
	Rosenkrantz_GM	"No need, sir. We are being hailed."
	Baine_Mort	"Weapons cooling off, will be ready soon for second salvo if need."
	Makh_Chomun	watches the mighty display of firepower of The Consequence from the bridge before turning to leave from the bridge. "I'll be standing by with the armsmen, Lord-Captain." Makh then leaves to put on his armor and weaponry before standing-by.
	Friedrich_Rosenkrantz	"Recieve."
	Rosenkrantz_GM	++Consequence. Fines waived.++
	Friedrich_Rosenkrantz	"Very good."
	Friedrich_Rosenkrantz	"Proceed with docking."
	Rosenkrantz_GM	++Clear for approach.++
	Friedrich_Rosenkrantz	Yawns and takes his leave to his Captains quarters.
	Friedrich_Rosenkrantz	"Call for me as soon as we are able to go ashore."
	Rosenkrantz_GM	The rest of the approach is quiet, and rather peaceful. Docking occurs as smoothly as if you were in an Imperial port, and soon, the umbilicals are locked in
	Makh_Chomun	"A shame, Leftenant, seems the men and women won't be getting a stretch of the legs." He orders the armsmen to stand down before going to his own quarters.
	Baine_Mort	"Seems that they got are message load and clear." Mort says smiling to Chomun.
	Rosenkrantz_GM	+Lord Chomun. I would suggest an extra effort made for the Lord-Captain's protection. We don't know what sort of reception the Ship's Company will be getting in there.+
	Friedrich_Rosenkrantz	requests  Titus attempt to arrange a meeting with Moross
	Rosenkrantz_GM	"Something tells me that won't be difficult, sir."
	Makh_Chomun	+I'll have the House Guard prescence doubled, and I will of course be with him at all times.+ He replies back, half-naked from his quarters.
	Josef	"I should prepare as well."
	Baine_Mort	"Always Josef."
	Friedrich_Rosenkrantz	puts on his best Dynastical Apparel."
	Josef	heads to his office and switches into his new armor.
	Baine_Mort	goes to his quarters to prepare for the meeting as well.
	Friedrich_Rosenkrantz	+Have Chomun have his best wearing their best accompany us.+
	Rosenkrantz_GM	Laid out for the Captain, are some fine clothes in naval motif, with a half-cape, very much like that which Wilhelm has made into his signature look.
	Friedrich_Rosenkrantz	+And...Contact that Seller of exotic creatures, I would like to purchase one of those fine ravens we had discussed, and ask him for the progress on our previous agreement.+
	Rosenkrantz_GM	+Lord Chomun, Captain requests dress uniforms for the Guard.++
	Makh_Chomun	chuckles to himself. +Very good then.+ He dresses himself appropriately, and notifies his selected teams that they are to break out the dress uniforms.
	Rosenkrantz_GM	When all is ready, it's as though the trooping of the color were meant to intimidate an uncompliant planetary governor. Full regalia to be seen all around, with matching armament to back it up. The party gathers at the sealed umbilical.
	Baine_Mort	puts on his armor and puts his uniform over the armor and meets up with the captain at the umbilical.
	Rosenkrantz_GM	"That shade of blue does suit you well, Lord Chomun," Lt. Downfield leans in to say.
	Friedrich_Rosenkrantz	takes the lead of the group, beautifully crafted power sword in full view, he begins off in the directions of Moross's palace
	Josef	equips his armor/weapons and joins the Lord-Captain soon afterwards.
	Rosenkrantz_GM	As you make your way through Footfall, the crowds practically fall silent when your party is spotted. They instantly get out of your way, some looking to the deckplate as you do.
	Makh_Chomun	"I appreciate the compliment, Leftenant. You should give more whenever it fancies you." He winks with a smile.
	Rosenkrantz_GM	One of the House Guard snorts, holding some laughter in.
	Friedrich_Rosenkrantz	"Professional, both of you." he directs to the soldiers behind him
	Rosenkrantz_GM	All move out of your way, that is, until you reach Moross's reception hall.
	Rosenkrantz_GM	"Hold there." A guard calls, standing in your way.
	Friedrich_Rosenkrantz	stops, standing tall before the guard
	Friedrich_Rosenkrantz	"I would like to speak with Lord Moross. I believe he may be expecting me."
	Rosenkrantz_GM	"Is all of this really necessary... Captain?" the guard asks, while looking behind Friedrich's shoulder to his accompanying retinue.
	Friedrich_Rosenkrantz	"Obviously so, seeing recent events."
	Rosenkrantz_GM	The man shakes his head. "Half your men stay out here."
	Friedrich_Rosenkrantz	nods to Chomun
	Makh_Chomun	frowns but does as ordered. He directs half the HG to stay here. "Ever vigilant, boys and girls."
	Rosenkrantz_GM	"Sir," a Sergeant among them nods.
	Josef	"Seems like our little incident is making the locals nervous."
	Friedrich_Rosenkrantz	remains silent as he approaches Moross's throne
	Rosenkrantz_GM	Moross is being carried out to receive you just as you enter. He is slient the whole time, until he beckons you to approach him.
	Friedrich_Rosenkrantz	Approaches, before stating warmly "Good meeting, Lord Moross."
	Rosenkrantz_GM	"Not one for subtlety, I see."
	Friedrich_Rosenkrantz	"After being fired at, then threatened with confiscation of my ship, I felt that the vermin needed a reminder on what it means to attack the Rosenkrantz Dynasty."
	Rosenkrantz_GM	"The way it's being reported, Friedrich, is that you refused a simple port fine, and enforced this denial with the destruction of a turret section."
	Friedrich_Rosenkrantz	"The turret section had opened fire on my ship as it deported, then targeted a second time as we approached. I took it as an unwarrented attack against my ship."
	Rosenkrantz_GM	"Look around you. Don't tell me you didn't see it when you came to me. What actually happened doesn't matter. This is Footfall. And now you've gained a reputation, for better or for worse."
	Friedrich_Rosenkrantz	nods, looking around himself
	Friedrich_Rosenkrantz	"Now."
	Friedrich_Rosenkrantz	"The reason I'm here, during my investigation of the incident regarding the stolen supplies, I noticed that the Captain that accused you hurrying off rather quickly. Me, being the suspicious fellow I am, followed."
	Rosenkrantz_GM	"Hence the fines..."
	Rosenkrantz_GM	Moross sighs.
	Friedrich_Rosenkrantz	"Only to discover two wrecked vessels, upon investigation it seems the smaller of the two had been so violently attacked it had exploded, destroying the other vessel who was attempting to board."
	Rosenkrantz_GM	"These vessels being..?"
	Friedrich_Rosenkrantz	"The vessel attempting to board was the "Ruin of Eterna" and the smaller vessel we couldn't identify."
	Rosenkrantz_GM	"That's... a matter for great concern."
	Friedrich_Rosenkrantz	"Hmm, I had thought you'd be relieved."
	Rosenkrantz_GM	"No doubt retribution will follow for this. Mettiere has never cared for this place, but he may take offense. And that's all the Corsair needs to seek satisfaction for the slight against his honor."
	Friedrich_Rosenkrantz	Surely suitable compensation might stay his hand?"
	Rosenkrantz_GM	"I have no such tribute to offer. Every bribe, every fee, it all goes to keeping this place from destroying itself."
	Friedrich_Rosenkrantz	"I may be of assistance, as I am attempting to acquire something that maybe be suitable currently." he says, looking for any indication of Moross's thoughts
	Rosenkrantz_GM	"Should you find yourself able to appease him, it would relieve a burden off my shoulders. However, while the threat exists, there are those who may yet wish to see me removed from my position to attempt to do the same, and spare Footfall any retribution."
	Friedrich_Rosenkrantz	"Well, as a friend of the dynasty you will have our support for as long as we remain of good standing." he says, trying to sound genuine "And I will continue my efforts to acquire this tribute."
	Rosenkrantz_GM	"If there is anything I can do to help you in this endeavor, do tell me how I can assist."
	Friedrich_Rosenkrantz	"There very well may be."
	Friedrich_Rosenkrantz	"But that might be better discussed in a private manner."
	Rosenkrantz_GM	"As you wish, Captain."
	Friedrich_Rosenkrantz	"Very well, do you have a suitable environment?" he asks, growing weary of the formalities
	Rosenkrantz_GM	"Which of these men are your most trusted?" he says, looking behind the Captain.
	Friedrich_Rosenkrantz	motions Josel, Mort, Chomun, and Lt.Downfield forward
	Rosenkrantz_GM	"EVERYONE LEAVE THE ROOM" Moross says in an augmented mechanical voice you hadn't previously heard.
	Baine_Mort	steps forward.
	Rosenkrantz_GM	The aides, guards, and servants all leave. Soon, the chamber is empty save for you, and the Liege of Footfall.
	Rosenkrantz_GM	"We don't have much time before suspicions are roused, Captain. What is it you have in mind?"
	Friedrich_Rosenkrantz	lays down the battle plan "We have special interest in several Imperial artifacts being awarded to the winners of several tournaments, specifically the Grand prize."
	Makh_Chomun	folds his arms.
	Friedrich_Rosenkrantz	"I'm suggesting, if we were to win them all, lesser of these artifacts could be sent to Mettiere as tribute."
	Rosenkrantz_GM	"Spacehulk's show? The competition is fierce. I didn't know you had an interest, or the assets for the bloodsport."
	Friedrich_Rosenkrantz	"I have interests in anything I find may be beneficial to the Dynasty."
	Rosenkrantz_GM	"The man is a known slaver, he might even be bribed for the artifacts, if he's given the right prize in return."
	Josef	"Surrendering Holy Relics of the God-Emperor to space vermin is an insult."
	Makh_Chomun	clenches a fist at the mention of his profession. Many a memory best left unremembered lay that way.
	Friedrich_Rosenkrantz	looks to Chomun, frowning
	Rosenkrantz_GM	"Have I offended in some way?"
	Friedrich_Rosenkrantz	"There is also a... personal grievance to attend to that may make bribery impossible."
	Friedrich_Rosenkrantz	"What would be beneficial would be specific information on contestants, and any other upper hand that may be acquired."
Rosenkrantz_GM	"If you intend to go for the final rounds... the bloodiest of all, you will be going up against Spacehulk's own champions. Always offers up the challenge, the proud Ringmaster, he is."
Rosenkrantz_GM	"Vermin Claw, that hideous creature, will no doubt be there. As fast as an eldar, fierce as an ork. Limbs that can pierce through basic armor."
Rosenkrantz_GM	"The Ogryn, Kalarrak the Gore-drinker, certainly... I've already seen him... /it/ arrive."
Rosenkrantz_GM	"The competition is less known. Rogue Traders, and slavers. Some even Penitents of a local cult."
	Friedrich_Rosenkrantz	"How difficult would it be to tamper with some of these contestants?"
	Rosenkrantz_GM	"The fighters themselves are either housed in Spacehulk's ship, or on those of their masters. The contestants themselves are likely already gathered at the early events; the tournament started just yesterday."
	Rosenkrantz_GM	"Whatever you have in mind will have to take the matter of access into consideration," he explains.
	Friedrich_Rosenkrantz	"Besides the information you've provided, which is highly beneficial, is there anything else you can provide?"
	Rosenkrantz_GM	"I will be watching. If there is something I can provide or make available to ensure your success, or prevent your demise, I will intervene."
	Friedrich_Rosenkrantz	"Thank you, I should be off and beginning preperations."
	Rosenkrantz_GM	"Fortune be with you, Captain."
	Makh_Chomun	nods at the 'Governor' of Footfall before escorting Friedrich out.
	Baine_Mort	follows Friedrich
	Rosenkrantz_GM	"I am told your new attire will be ready soon, Lord Chomun," Downfield says, looking up from her dataslate.
	Makh_Chomun	"Oh yeahhhhhh, excellent! I can't wait to try it on! I'm sure the Lord-Captain'll love it." He starts chuckling.
	Rosenkrantz_GM	+Captain, the registry for the tournament will come to a close today.+ Titus informs you.
	Friedrich_Rosenkrantz	"Better start training Makh, losing isn't an option."
	Makh_Chomun	"I was literally born for this type of thing, Friedrich. I'm sure you know all about it from Lord Wilhelm."
	Friedrich_Rosenkrantz	+Thank you, we will go immediately, as soon as we get the Lord Protector changed.+
	Baine_Mort	"I look forward to seeing your outfit Chomun."
	Makh_Chomun	"As do I. I hope they got the helm right."
	Rosenkrantz_GM	The Consequence has a section of the barracks near a docking umbilical prepared to gather the fighters and representatives of the Dynasty in this tournament. To that effect, Josef arrives with three mutants, each with an explosive collar around its neck. Beasts ready to fight to the death, augmented in various ways.
	Rosenkrantz_GM	Captain Friedrich, for his part, is accompanied by a Purser's Mate, and a scribe. Ready to register the Dynasty, and make payment to any entry fees while at the ring.
	Makh_Chomun	"Impressive as usual, Josef. That one looks like some scum I had to fight many years ago."
	Josef	"Thank you, Lord Chomun. It was a bit of effort to make these... /beings/."
	Rosenkrantz_GM	As the Captain turns to the Lord Protector's voice, he is struck with absolute dread. He begins to sweat, chest tightening up, making it harder to breathe. Suddenly before him, is the very being of his warp-induced nightmare, in the flesh.
	Baine_Mort	"Looking good Chomun, way to represent the Dynasty."
	Rosenkrantz_GM	The living Raven, larger than a man, approaches. Eyes dark as night. But this time... corporeal. Every step real, heavy, the gravplates vibrating as he nears just a meter in distance to the shocked Captain.
	Makh_Chomun	"How do I look, Freidrich, eh?" Makh asks, his voice muffled by the enlarged Raven-helm.
	Friedrich_Rosenkrantz	stares on in shock and horror and leaps away
	Josef	"My Lord-Captain, may I join the tournament? It may increase our chances of victory."
	Friedrich_Rosenkrantz	"What...!"
	Rosenkrantz_GM	The Captain is visibly shaken, for reasons unknown to the rest of you. He appears terrified at the sight of Makh. Bodypaint of black, with a feathery pelt over darkened chain armor, a helmet crafted as the head of a raven. It's a fitting costume for the 'champion' of the Dynasty.
	Baine_Mort	looks at the lord captain, "Are you ok Lord Captain?"
	Friedrich_Rosenkrantz	"I...Yes, yes that's fine."
	Josef	"Thank you, Lord Captain. You look.. rather pale."
	Makh_Chomun	"Well! If it frightens you I wonder how much of a reaction it'll get at the tourney!"
	Friedrich_Rosenkrantz	"Indeed, It suits you."
	Rosenkrantz_GM	A blackened shock maul is brought forth by an aide.
	Rosenkrantz_GM	"Legal for one of the rounds. I checked," Downfield smiles.
	Makh_Chomun	"What would I do without you, Leftenant!?" He takes it up and gives it a few practice swings and pirouettes. "Fits like a glove, or a feather perhaps?"
	Friedrich_Rosenkrantz	"Keep the jokes to others." he says with a large grin
	Josef	"Do you wish to have feathers, Lord Chomun?"
	Rosenkrantz_GM	"Not if you don't make it to the registration," she says, tapping her chronos.
	Makh_Chomun	"I'll have to pass on that, Master Genetor."
	Friedrich_Rosenkrantz	"And no more Lord Chomun, he is... "The Raven"!"
	Rosenkrantz_GM	"Off you go!" Downfield shoos you away from the barracks.
	Baine_Mort	"Yes The Raven."
	Friedrich_Rosenkrantz	leads the way as they head to the registration
	Josef	follows the Lord Captain.
	Makh_Chomun	follows behind, keeping silent and trying to look as menacing as possible. Not all that hard given who he is.
	Rosenkrantz_GM	There aren't many lined up at the registry, most have no doubt already signed up, seeking rewards from the lower tier fights.
	Rosenkrantz_GM	"Next contestant in line..."
	Friedrich_Rosenkrantz	walks up to the line, pushing Josef and the mutants foward
	Rosenkrantz_GM	"Name of organization?"
	Friedrich_Rosenkrantz	"/Go/!"
	Friedrich_Rosenkrantz	"The Rosenkrantz Dynasty."
	Rosenkrantz_GM	The registrar notes something down, and hands it to someone next to him, a supervisor of some sort.
	Rosenkrantz_GM	This man takes a step towards you.
	Rosenkrantz_GM	"There is an entry fee. That's not going to be a problem... is it?" he looks up through his spectacles with a complete deadpan expression on his face.
	Friedrich_Rosenkrantz	nods to the purser
	Rosenkrantz_GM	"How many fighters will you register?"
	Friedrich_Rosenkrantz	"5."
	Rosenkrantz_GM	This is noted down. "And which events will you participate in?"
	Friedrich_Rosenkrantz	Picks all the events where the prizes are the Relics, and notes the mutants down for some other events as well
	Rosenkrantz_GM	"Very well... and what currency are you carrying?"
	Rosenkrantz_GM	"Dawns, and Thrones Gelt," the Purser's Mate replies.
	Rosenkrantz_GM	"12,000 Thrones Gelt."
	Rosenkrantz_GM	"6,000" the Purser replies.
	Rosenkrantz_GM	The two lock stares for a while.
	Rosenkrantz_GM	"Sign here."
	Rosenkrantz_GM	The scribe makes the necessary marks, and he is given a copy of the agreement. You are now officially a part of the tournament.
	Rosenkrantz_GM	"My Lord-Captain. The first event we are to participate in involves the 100 slaves reward. Our fighter will be expected soon at the pit. You will have a viewing booth to yourself in this event," the scribe informs, reading through the entry parchment.
	Friedrich_Rosenkrantz	"very well, let us go."
	Rosenkrantz_GM	"If only for fun, my Lord, there are betting tables we may visit. The sums dealt with are feeble to the wealth of the Dynasty, but it may show confidence if you were to place a bet on your fighter," the purser says.
	Friedrich_Rosenkrantz	"Make a reasonable offer on our fighter."
	Makh_Chomun	chuckles darkly from behind his helm.
	Rosenkrantz_GM	"In your name, my Lord," the purser bows before taking his leave.
	Rosenkrantz_GM	Soon, you see a line full of various fighters. A man stands at the end with a dataslate.
	Baine_Mort	"So what are we going to do with a 100 slaves if we win them?"
	Friedrich_Rosenkrantz	"Protect them from whatever vile things would happen to them otherwise." he says grimly
	Baine_Mort	"Make sense, what do you need of me to do then as the fights progress Captain?"
	Josef	hands over the aggressive mutant labeled "MuT-001" to the coordinator. He says "Here."
	Friedrich_Rosenkrantz	"I want you to keep watch for anything suspicious, some may try to get an upper-hand unfairly." he says this with a smile
	Rosenkrantz_GM	The man chuckles. "Never met a techpriest with vices such as these. Rosenkrantz Dynasty?"
	Josef	"Vices? They are blessings. Yes, the Rosenkrantz Dynasty."
	Rosenkrantz_GM	"Very well, you are accounted for. Proceed to the viewing area, just up that ramp," he points to his side.
	Josef	heads to the viewing area after leaving his pet.
	Baine_Mort	"Understood captain."
	Rosenkrantz_GM	You have to pass by the 'commons' where the majority of people are seated. The pit itself isn't very large, and the seating is arranged in a rather steep, cramped arrangement. You walk up to a booth above it all, looking down on the rabble, and the pit itself. It isn't luxurious, but at least you aren't in contact with... /them/.
	Rosenkrantz_GM	Soon after your arrival, the Purser finds his way in.
	Rosenkrantz_GM	"We stand to more than triple our wager, my Lords. Unknown as we are in the world of pit-fighting, few have placed bets on our fighter. His odds have been estimated in a most ungenerous way."
	Friedrich_Rosenkrantz	"Well, even better if we win."
	Rosenkrantz_GM	All the while, the event leading up to yours is coming to a close. A defeated man, with ink on his body marking perhaps a penitent of some sort, is curb-stomped by his opponent. The crowd cheers, throwing bits of food, rags, and miscelanious items at the pit.
	Rosenkrantz_GM	"NOW, WE COME TO AN EVENT YOU HAVE ALL BEEN WAITING FOR... THE BRAWL!"
	Rosenkrantz_GM	Sweaty, filthy spectators cheer on as the dead and dying of the last round are dragged away, and the sands evened carelessly by pit workers.
	Rosenkrantz_GM	Out, then, come the participants. Eight in total.
	Rosenkrantz_GM	Among them, Josef's creation.
	Rosenkrantz_GM	The crowd cheers them on, some impatiently throwing things at the organizers urging them to 'get on with it'.
	Rosenkrantz_GM	One fighter, some poor neophyte with an uncaring and cruel master looks around. He vomits.
	Rosenkrantz_GM	A gun is fired in the air, and the fighting begins.
	Rosenkrantz_GM	As the fighters identify their opponents, the brawl begins. The neophyte finishes emptying his stomach, only to him himself punched in the gut at full charge by an opponent. Another fighter has his knee kicked inwards. Your mutant goes in for a charge against a feral worlder, only to be side-stepped at the last minute.
	Rosenkrantz_GM	You pay close attention to the mutant's encounter. He and the feral worlder side step eachother, each making a move, only to be stopped. They appear evenly matched. They circle one another, trying to find the opportunity.
	Rosenkrantz_GM	The mutant goes into a frenzy. Try as he might, the feral worlder cannot avoid the attack, and gets visciously attacked. Soon, he is on the ground, with the mutant striking him again and again, with a bloodied fist. The man now barely recognizable falls uncounscious as his face is turned into a pulp.
	Rosenkrantz_GM	By this point only four combatants remain, two of them grappling one another near the mutant.
	Rosenkrantz_GM	Still in its frenzy, the mutant charges the two as one big target. He pummels into one of the men, breaking a rib, which now sticks out of ripped flesh. He appears to be incapacitated as he only grips at his wound on the ground.
	Rosenkrantz_GM	"Vicious..." the purser comments to himself.
	Rosenkrantz_GM	Not stopping for a second, the mutant takes a hit from the remaining man, some sort of slave, and returns with a hit that knocks him out.
	Rosenkrantz_GM	By this point, only the mutant and a large balded monk warrior remain.
	Rosenkrantz_GM	They charge one another, the mutant landing a hit, which leaved the monk winded.
	Rosenkrantz_GM	Attempting to grapple the mutant, the monk instead receives a viscious knee to the head, incapacitating him on the spot.
	Rosenkrantz_GM	"Yes! You have won my lord!"
	Friedrich_Rosenkrantz	 "Perfect."
	Rosenkrantz_GM	"The winner appears to be... the Rosenkrantz Dynasty. One hundred blind slaves!"
	Friedrich_Rosenkrantz	grimaces at that
	Friedrich_Rosenkrantz	"We will need to make suitable arrangements for them."
	Rosenkrantz_GM	"And 500 Thrones Gelt," adds the purser with a smile.
	Makh_Chomun	continues to stand around looking menacing.
	Rosenkrantz_GM	An organizer enters the booth, and hands you a chit. It details your prize. Signed, by Spacehulk.
	Josef	"Though the first few minutes were concerning. The experiment was a success."
	Rosenkrantz_GM	The organizer leaves the purser a note.
	Rosenkrantz_GM	"It appears we perhaps will not receiving those 500 Thrones, my Lord."
	Baine_Mort	"Yes, now we see how the others will hold up then." Mort says to Josef.
	Rosenkrantz_GM	"The mutant appears to have attacked some of the pit workers," the purser says, looking at Josef.
	Josef	"Indeed, the others have different talents. The twins as I call them."
	Josef	sighs.
	Josef	goes to get his pet.
	Friedrich_Rosenkrantz	"That's fine, he proved his point."