The Continuing Voyages of His Divine-Majesty's Ship, the Dawn Treader
Lord Captain's Log; The Countess Lucretia Von Krak, Commanding
In the Year of the Light of the Golden Throne 040.816.M41++
Location: The Calixis Sector
Course: Traveling to Port Wander, at the border of the Koronus Expanse
Immaterium: Warp conditions are favorable, though I have felt a bit peckish lately and the crew seems gaunt. Is it the Warp or just a bought of the bloodly-flux circulating the life-sustainers?
Comments: Can an ancient line regain lost glory or will its decent into decadence plague a chance for renewal? As the Dawn Treader approaches Port Wander, I wonder whether our current endeavor will be for naught -- my lineage has been riven with misfortune throughout its charter.
Yet, I cannot help but feel proud of my ancestors' who fielded the Dawn Treader in battle during the Margin Crusade of 784.M41. My grandfather, Goderick Von Krak, commanded the old Imperial frigate, whilst my father served as his ship-board Arch-Militant.
After the glorious resolution of the Crusade in 786.M41(Well, at least my family's part in it...thirty years later and the bloody crusade wages on....) in service to the Emperor of Mankind, Goderick found himself with a burned-out Geller Field, an irradiated plasma drive and not enough Thrones to repair the damaged frigate. Yet, a cracked-shell of a vessel is a small remittance for being awarded a Hereditary Grand Warrant of Trade Renowned by the High Lords of Terra!
So, with greatly diminished fortunes, our fledgling Rogue Trader Dynasty set about rebuilding the Dawn Treader. My father, Kendrick Von Krak, sired me, his heir, upon one of his concubines during this dark time in 787.M41. Sadly, I never had the opportunity to know my mother, whom was abducted during a Xenos incursion in 789.M41.
My father plied subsistence-level trading his entire life, for we owned but a single planet in two-bit star system deep in the Drusus Marches. Father was always better suited to the realm of combat, than matters of economy and trade...
I still shudder with the indignities forced upon me in the squalor and poverty of my youth. Many struggles occurred with my half-siblings from other consorts; we battled for familial supremacy and the right to be named Heir. Yet money was always a concern – there were barely enough Thrones for each of us to support our debased habits and fund occasional plays into the assassination of our rivals. Why, I had hardly an estate to my name growing up...what is a young heiress to do but drown her misery in high debauchery and schmutzigkeit?
Nevertheless, my flirtation with decadence grew tiresome. I yearned to flee the hellish squalidness of my Dynasty's planetary holdings and the incessant bickering of my kindred. So, I accepted a commission from the fiendishly ruthless Rogue Trader, The Lord Captain Anselm Krin, heir to the infamous Justinian Krin after his gruesome (and unsolved...) murder in 808.M41.
I learned much of naval warfare and art of High Command at the hands of my cruel master as a young ensign. Together, we undertook many a dark voyage through the Warp fighting in the Reef Stars Crusade of 811.M41. Some of my companions from this time still travel with me to this day...
After six years of strife, toil and plunder, my enlistment came up and I left the service of the Lord Captain Krin. My proud father named me his Heir upon my return to the Drusus Marches(Over much wailing and gnashing of teeth by my siblings, I might add...). As a gift to mark my succession in the Von Krak Dynastic Lineage, my father liquidated the family's holdings to raise enough Thrones for refurbishing the Dawn Treader.
Sadly, the Dynasty lacked sufficient funds to outfit the frigate with any arsenal, so I usurped the Hereditary Warrant of Trade and sold my noble father, his concubines and all of my siblings into slavery on a Forge World as honor-geld in service to our family's ancient adversaries, the Chorda Dynasty.
Perhaps, I'll name one of my new plasma batteries after him...
Now, just two years later, we are about to make warpfall at Port Wander with a fully-functional vessel and a keen thirst for profit. Yet, as proud of the Dawn Treader as I am, I am somewhat disappointed by my bridge crew, the surly and mutinous lot!
Foremost in my ire, the Navigator – the mutant's third eye morally offends me! The simpleton could get lost traveling calm Warp to a one-planet system~! The only factor keeping me from renditioning him to the clutches of the Dawn Treader's ship-board Death Cult is the fact that we are in the middle of the AEther...
Next in perfidy, the Missionary: Brother Mordechai. I actually feel somewhat sorry for the Priest of the God-Emperor – his family and mine have long been allies. Yet, the Priest is ill-suited to the moral ambiguity that is the lifeblood of a Rogue Trading enterprise. My grandfather used to say that Profit is the fine line between Heresy and Convention...
The Arch-Militant, Volkner Alessander, is but a Stormbolter attached to a stomach(though a mighty stormbolter it is...)! Nevertheless, the lout can hardly be accounted for unless it is in service to the whims of his gut...
The Void Master seems okay – at least Quinn Vanberg is competent at his job. The agile helmsman is a keen shot and a steady hand at the wheel. A finer pilot, I could not ask for...
However, my favorite minion is the Tech-Priest, Octus. The Explorator and I share a common love of certain...(REDACTED)...lore.
There are others amongst the crew, but my harem of lustknabe or the Death Cult lurking in the holds are hardly worth my attention.
For tomorrow, we make warpfall at Port Wander and the Von Krak Dynasty once more shall make its mark in the annuals of the Emperor (and find rich Profit...)! Can I pull my Dynasty out of obscurity and ignominy? Well, at least I don't have to do it alone...
I am Lord Captain of the Dawn Treader, The Countess Lucretia Von Krak
Den Stets-Siegreichen Imperium!
Lord Captain's Log; The Countess Lucretia Von Krak, Commanding
In the Year of the Light of the Golden Throne 040.816.M41++
Location: The Calixis Sector
Course: Traveling to Port Wander, at the border of the Koronus Expanse
Immaterium: Warp conditions are favorable, though I have felt a bit peckish lately and the crew seems gaunt. Is it the Warp or just a bought of the bloodly-flux circulating the life-sustainers?
Comments: Can an ancient line regain lost glory or will its decent into decadence plague a chance for renewal? As the Dawn Treader approaches Port Wander, I wonder whether our current endeavor will be for naught -- my lineage has been riven with misfortune throughout its charter.
Yet, I cannot help but feel proud of my ancestors' who fielded the Dawn Treader in battle during the Margin Crusade of 784.M41. My grandfather, Goderick Von Krak, commanded the old Imperial frigate, whilst my father served as his ship-board Arch-Militant.
After the glorious resolution of the Crusade in 786.M41(Well, at least my family's part in it...thirty years later and the bloody crusade wages on....) in service to the Emperor of Mankind, Goderick found himself with a burned-out Geller Field, an irradiated plasma drive and not enough Thrones to repair the damaged frigate. Yet, a cracked-shell of a vessel is a small remittance for being awarded a Hereditary Grand Warrant of Trade Renowned by the High Lords of Terra!
So, with greatly diminished fortunes, our fledgling Rogue Trader Dynasty set about rebuilding the Dawn Treader. My father, Kendrick Von Krak, sired me, his heir, upon one of his concubines during this dark time in 787.M41. Sadly, I never had the opportunity to know my mother, whom was abducted during a Xenos incursion in 789.M41.
My father plied subsistence-level trading his entire life, for we owned but a single planet in two-bit star system deep in the Drusus Marches. Father was always better suited to the realm of combat, than matters of economy and trade...
I still shudder with the indignities forced upon me in the squalor and poverty of my youth. Many struggles occurred with my half-siblings from other consorts; we battled for familial supremacy and the right to be named Heir. Yet money was always a concern – there were barely enough Thrones for each of us to support our debased habits and fund occasional plays into the assassination of our rivals. Why, I had hardly an estate to my name growing up...what is a young heiress to do but drown her misery in high debauchery and schmutzigkeit?
Nevertheless, my flirtation with decadence grew tiresome. I yearned to flee the hellish squalidness of my Dynasty's planetary holdings and the incessant bickering of my kindred. So, I accepted a commission from the fiendishly ruthless Rogue Trader, The Lord Captain Anselm Krin, heir to the infamous Justinian Krin after his gruesome (and unsolved...) murder in 808.M41.
I learned much of naval warfare and art of High Command at the hands of my cruel master as a young ensign. Together, we undertook many a dark voyage through the Warp fighting in the Reef Stars Crusade of 811.M41. Some of my companions from this time still travel with me to this day...
After six years of strife, toil and plunder, my enlistment came up and I left the service of the Lord Captain Krin. My proud father named me his Heir upon my return to the Drusus Marches(Over much wailing and gnashing of teeth by my siblings, I might add...). As a gift to mark my succession in the Von Krak Dynastic Lineage, my father liquidated the family's holdings to raise enough Thrones for refurbishing the Dawn Treader.
Sadly, the Dynasty lacked sufficient funds to outfit the frigate with any arsenal, so I usurped the Hereditary Warrant of Trade and sold my noble father, his concubines and all of my siblings into slavery on a Forge World as honor-geld in service to our family's ancient adversaries, the Chorda Dynasty.
Perhaps, I'll name one of my new plasma batteries after him...
Now, just two years later, we are about to make warpfall at Port Wander with a fully-functional vessel and a keen thirst for profit. Yet, as proud of the Dawn Treader as I am, I am somewhat disappointed by my bridge crew, the surly and mutinous lot!
Foremost in my ire, the Navigator – the mutant's third eye morally offends me! The simpleton could get lost traveling calm Warp to a one-planet system~! The only factor keeping me from renditioning him to the clutches of the Dawn Treader's ship-board Death Cult is the fact that we are in the middle of the AEther...
Next in perfidy, the Missionary: Brother Mordechai. I actually feel somewhat sorry for the Priest of the God-Emperor – his family and mine have long been allies. Yet, the Priest is ill-suited to the moral ambiguity that is the lifeblood of a Rogue Trading enterprise. My grandfather used to say that Profit is the fine line between Heresy and Convention...
The Arch-Militant, Volkner Alessander, is but a Stormbolter attached to a stomach(though a mighty stormbolter it is...)! Nevertheless, the lout can hardly be accounted for unless it is in service to the whims of his gut...
The Void Master seems okay – at least Quinn Vanberg is competent at his job. The agile helmsman is a keen shot and a steady hand at the wheel. A finer pilot, I could not ask for...
However, my favorite minion is the Tech-Priest, Octus. The Explorator and I share a common love of certain...(REDACTED)...lore.
There are others amongst the crew, but my harem of lustknabe or the Death Cult lurking in the holds are hardly worth my attention.
For tomorrow, we make warpfall at Port Wander and the Von Krak Dynasty once more shall make its mark in the annuals of the Emperor (and find rich Profit...)! Can I pull my Dynasty out of obscurity and ignominy? Well, at least I don't have to do it alone...
I am Lord Captain of the Dawn Treader, The Countess Lucretia Von Krak
Den Stets-Siegreichen Imperium!
