Suffer Not the Witch to Live

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Game Information
  • Created May 31 '10
  • Last Post Sep 26 '10 at 5:45pm
  • Status Aborted
  • System Dark Heresy

Game Description

It is the 41st Millennium. For more than a hundred centuries the Emperor has sat immobile on the Golden Throne of Earth. He is the master of mankind by the will of the gods, and master of a million worlds by the might of his inexhaustible armies. He is a rotting carcass writhing invisibly with power form the Dark Age of Technology. He is the Carrion Lord of the Imperium for whom a thousand souls are sacrificed every day, so that he may never truly die.

Yet in his deathless state, the Emperor continues his eternal vigilance. Mighty battle fleets cross the Daemon-infested miasma of the Warp, the only route between distant stars, their way lit by the Astronomican, the psychic manifestation of the Emperor's will. Vast armies give battle in his name on uncounted worlds. Greatest amongst his soldiers are the Adeptus Astartes, the Space Marines, bio-engineered super-warriors. Their comrades in arms are legion: the Imperial Guard and countless planetary defense forces, the ever-vigilant Inquisition and the Tech-Priests of the Adeptus Mechanicus to name but a few. But for all their multitudes, they are barely enough to hold off the ever-present threat from aliens, heretics, mutants—and worse.

To be a man in such times is to be one amongst untold billions. It is to live in the cruelest and most bloody regime imaginable. Forget the power of technology and science, for so much has been forgotten, never to be re-learned. Forget the promise of progress and understanding, for in the grim darkness of the far future, there is only war. There is no peace amongst the stars, only an eternity of carnage and slaughter, and the laughter of the thirsting gods.


You are the servants of the Emperor's most holy Inquisition--the acolytes to a newly-minted Puritan inquisitor in the Ordo Hereticus with a strong drive for political advancement, and an idealistic streak wider than a titan's pace. Perhaps you were servants of some other inquisitor gifted to a new servant of the Emperor for services rendered...or services yet to be rendered. Maybe your old master died, passing their assets on to like-minded individuals, or maybe you were personally recruited by your master. Whatever your past, the life of an acolyte is not a dangerous one, and your life and soul are in constant peril

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