It is the 41st Millennium. In the grim darkness of the far future, there is only war. The Emperor of Mankind wages a constant battle to protect humanity from the horrors of space. On the fringes of the Imperium, alien races lurk and plot, and chaos demons leak into our reality from the torment of the warp.
Sciel is the keystone to the Fortane System. A planet whose landmass constitutes 85% of it's surface, it has been transformed into one enormous farm, it's earthen face covered in swaying wheat fields and row upon row of vegetables and poly-tunnels all interspersed by intersecting treelines to break and channel any heavy winds. She is a tranquil planet of hard, backbreaking labour and servitude to the Immortal God-Emperor, providing an endless tithe of fresh foodstuffs for the surrounding ravenous hive worlds. That said, the inhabitants, some sparsely placed farmsteads or villages holding but a few families, toil away willingly with faith and glad tidings in their hearts. So fragile is the morale on Sciel that the Ministorum took great care and consideration in placing it's dominion upon the people. Kind, friendly priests walk among the populace giving small donations to the families and maintaining nighttime vigils over the crops to allow the farmers to rest, they would even hold sermons in the fields to allow a moments pause to the working minions. Naturally, the face of Sciel changed over time, it's people were enamored with the word of the Ecclesiarchy and gradual changes came into place over the generations. A cathedral was build, and donations were expected for it's upkeep, a Schola Progenium and Sororitas barracks soon followed, flanking the enormous sepulchre. More and more farmland was eaten up by the Cardinal's demands leading to the farmers working harder and harder. But even then the populace accepted the changes, recognising the hallowed purpose the Cardinal delivered and the protection his Sororitas provided.
Eventually, the darkness of men's hearts showed it's true colours and Sciel's Governor desired such power for himself. Even more farmland was wiped away as PDF regiments and training grounds were raised, and a city of gambling, drinking and debauchery sprung up to entertain the brutish mercenaries.
Sciel
was the keystone to the Fortane System.
These are it's last days.....
This will (hopefully) be a cinematic story-based game with liberal splashings of combat and gore. I'd like the game to read like an action-packed Black Library novel. However, I try and be as accommodating as possible, so it can be considered sandbox to a large degree too. - I try not to railroad my players, but diversions should be in the best interests for the story (i.e. a brothel can be invented and visited at any time, so long as there's a lead to be followed there rather than the more obvious reason).
I understand that players wish to make their characters all-powerful and amazing (and keep them alive), but humility and common sense should prevail. We are, ultimately, only human. Please bear in mind that death is never far away too, after all this is the
grim,
wartorn 41st millennium.
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