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Beyond the shadowed edge of the Calixis Sector, lies a trackless stretch of void shrouded in secrets and perils. The Koronus Expanse. For centuries upon centuries, explorers have crossed its midnight depths in search of power, wealth, and glory, hungry for the treasures it hides behind its ancient stars, and uncaring solar winds. A place of legends, and tall tales. A place of lost civlizations and ships devoured whole by the warp. A place of true adventure, and freedom. To reach it, however........Ships and their crew must steel themselves and traverse "The Maw" and all of its dangers. Even at its calmest, The Maw is a perilous journey, and for every Rogue Trader, traversing it is a right of passage.
On the very edge of the Drusus Marches of the Calixis Sector, a void station, rightly regarded as the last bastion of the rule of the Emperor this side of the Koronus Expanse, resides, slowly spinning in place. Port Wander.
The crew of the Beneficent Murder have come to this place in search of profit, trade, and likely more important than the other two, glory. Hanging silently in the baleful light of Rubycon II, surrounded by shattered remnants of ancient asteroids and serviced by a flotilla of Imperial vessels large and small, it is obvious how important the station is to this subsector of space.
As the Sword-class Frigate slides through the shipping lanes to dock at the station, numerous formal salutations and greetings from both Imperial Authority figures and other Rogue Traders flood the Vox-speakers upon the bridge, welcoming the Undynne Dynasty to Port Wander, and honoring your right to passage. This kind of reception is one that any Rogue Trader should be accustomed to, and is no less than a proper Rogue Trader should expect from an Imperial station. However, one of these messages stands out amidst the cacophony of formalities, and demands your attention. Recorded in the Undynne dynasty's personal cipher, the message is from a man who claims himself to be Orbest Dray. He says he has been waiting a long time for a member of the family line to return, and carries a message and a gift from one of the Rogue Trader's ancestors. He would like to meet with the Trader as soon as they have finished docking, and to meet him in the Court of the Dead, Port Wander's massive marketplace. It is a matter, he says, that promises great glory and riches.
((And so let the game begin.))
On the very edge of the Drusus Marches of the Calixis Sector, a void station, rightly regarded as the last bastion of the rule of the Emperor this side of the Koronus Expanse, resides, slowly spinning in place. Port Wander.
The crew of the Beneficent Murder have come to this place in search of profit, trade, and likely more important than the other two, glory. Hanging silently in the baleful light of Rubycon II, surrounded by shattered remnants of ancient asteroids and serviced by a flotilla of Imperial vessels large and small, it is obvious how important the station is to this subsector of space.
As the Sword-class Frigate slides through the shipping lanes to dock at the station, numerous formal salutations and greetings from both Imperial Authority figures and other Rogue Traders flood the Vox-speakers upon the bridge, welcoming the Undynne Dynasty to Port Wander, and honoring your right to passage. This kind of reception is one that any Rogue Trader should be accustomed to, and is no less than a proper Rogue Trader should expect from an Imperial station. However, one of these messages stands out amidst the cacophony of formalities, and demands your attention. Recorded in the Undynne dynasty's personal cipher, the message is from a man who claims himself to be Orbest Dray. He says he has been waiting a long time for a member of the family line to return, and carries a message and a gift from one of the Rogue Trader's ancestors. He would like to meet with the Trader as soon as they have finished docking, and to meet him in the Court of the Dead, Port Wander's massive marketplace. It is a matter, he says, that promises great glory and riches.
((And so let the game begin.))