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Message: <blockquote data-quote="Zen_Pollo" data-source="post: 5248822" data-attributes="member: 11404">In the Year of the Light of the Golden Throne 074.816.M41++The Continuing Voyages of His Divine-Majesty's  Ship, the Dawn TreaderLord Captain's Log; The Countess Lucretia Von Krak, CommandingIn the Year of the Light of the Golden Throne 074.816.M41++Supplemental Comments:  I had such wonderful hallucinations last night – it reminded me of the indiscretions of my youthful debauchery.  If only the Obscura did not confer such a horrid state of melancholy as an aftereffect, I would consume the drug more often...Looking back over my notes from yesterday, I realized that I had overlooked the cause of my grievous wounds.  Strange what psychotropen compounds will do to the mind...In any event, yesterday my bridge crew and I found ourselves upon the surface of Magoros Secondus moving towards some ancient Xenos ruins whose coordinates had been revealed to Octus via his conversations with the cogitator.  The Explorator said the cogitator had labeled the ruins, “The Star Mirror.”  Brother Mordechai came along to ensure the Xenos structure posed no corrosive moral threat to the crew.  The Arch-Militant was in charge of the security while Quinn Vanberg piloted the shuttle-craft.As we made our way over the broken terrain towards the structure, we heard an altercation over a near-by ridge.  Though many of the crew wore full power-armor, we were able to crest the ridge without raising an alert.The 10-ft ridge overlooked a shallow basin, but it was what the basin contained that sent a wave of angst durch meinen darm!  In the vale below was a horrific scene:  13 orcs surrounding a small group of 5 human guards and a woman – the unsanctioned psycher, Lady Ash!Brother Mordechai immediately moved to the front of the line atop the ridge and unleashed his flamer upon the orcs' right flank.  “Purge the greenskins – save the scions of mankind!”, cried the Missionary.However, I had other designs.  I caught the eyes of Volkner Alessander and Quinn Vanberg.  I pointed to the embattled psycher and drew a finger across my throat.  The Void-Master and the Arch-Militant did what had to be done...I know not whether it was the rain of Volkner's Stormerbolter or the deadly accuracy of the Void-Master's Bolter fire.  In any case, the limbs and torso of the Psycher splintered like the boughs of a pine tree on fire under the pressure of exploding super-heated sap.Hadarak Fel will not be pleased when he learns of the sordid demise of his prized minion...Brother Mordechai turned to me with a savage glint in his eye, yet trained his flamer on the left flank of the orc mob.The rest of us opened fire with ranged weapons from the top of the ridge into the orcs.  Nevertheless, many of the orcs ignored us, focusing the brunt of their Waaagh! on the guardsman.Two orcs apiece fell to the bolter fire from Volkner Alessander and Quin Vanberg.  After running around in circles for a few moments,one orc eventually succumbed to the Missionary's fire.Although we were on the ridge, a final orc managed to survive the flames, the bolter fire and climbed up the ridge to assault our away-team in melee – only to be felled by me in a charge with my Mordien Powersword!Poor Octus could not get his Logis Implant to engage and was mostly ineffectual in this combat.The remaining seven orcs were distracted by the smorgasbord of human entrails and viscera provided courtesy of the guards and Lady Ash.And no orcs' hunger lacked a share of the banquet...Speaking of food, I am famished.  I think I will break my fast and return to the writing after lunch.  And then I will finally recount the origin of my injuries as well as our exploits at the Star Mirror!I am Lord Captain of the Dawn Treader, The Countess Lucretia Von KrakDen Stets-Siegreichen Imperium!</blockquote>

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