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IC It Belongs in a Reliquary: Hunt for The Sigillum Domini

kitty voodoo

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“Ahh sweet Laertes. How I’ve missed thee.” Monsignor Ambrose thought to himself as his lander touched down on the planet’s lone starport. It was early morning when the corpulent Priest stepped off the ramp and onto the tarmac. The sun had yet fully risen and through the pre-dawn gloom the Monsignor could still see the garish lights of Port Osric flashing obscenely in the distance. His cock stirred as he thought about the pleasure pits, the lavish gambling halls, the hedonistic brothels, the ‘exotic’ restaurants, the murder rooms and all the other carnal delights that Port Osric had to offer the spiritual shepherds of the Imperial Cult. But such pursuits would have to wait, for as he crossed the terminal he could see two stern-faced Sisters Militant standing by the transport that would ferry him to the Priory.

Four hours and thousands of kilometers later the transport was soaring over the foreboding mountain range known locally as the “Emperor’s Teeth” as it made its final approach to the Priory. It was late spring on Laertes and as the Monsignor walked briskly through the Priory (or as briskly as his obese frame allowed) he could see that the majority of the Priory serfs and many of the Novice-Sisters were busy gathering the first honey harvest of the season. Laertes honey being a prized luxury across the Imperium. And It was there, in the one of the Convent’s many Apiaries, that the Ministorum Administrator found Reverend-Mother Elisabetta Kane, Canoness of the Sacred Sepulchre.

“Reverend Mother.” He spoke up softly, keeping what he hoped was a safe distance between himself and the hive the Canoness was so lovingly tending.

“Your Grace, always a pleasure, albeit it an unexpected one.” The Reverend-Mother replied, smiling coyly at the Minister’s trepidation. Laertes honey may be a luxuriant delicacy to the Noble dynasties able to afford it, but it was only a fortuitous byproduct of the genetically engineered bees themselves. The bees had been specifically bred to not only be highly aggressive and extremely territorial but also extraordinarily lethal. It was rumored that the sting of single bee was enough to kill all but the stoutest Space Marine and there were hundreds, if not thousands of hives strategically located all about the Priory. The Sisters themselves of course all developed an immunity to the toxin while they were still Novices.

“You needn't be concerned over the pets Your Grace” she said, putting down a smoke canister and removing her gloves. “The smoke is laced with a special chemical compound that renders the hive quite docile...at least temporarily.”

“It’s not the bees that concern me Reverend-Mother, but rather the listening ears of your Novices and serfs. We should speak privately.”

“Of course. Of course. My sanctum then.” said the Revered-Mother rising and handing off her gloves to an attendant Novice. “Sister Regina, you can finish up here. And once you’re done harvesting the comb, pop down to the cellar and fetch a bottle of mead for the Monsignor, a vintage worthy of our esteemed Ministorum Overseer. This way Your Grace...”

The Reverend Mother led the Monsignor through a labyrinthine set of winding passages and corridors, past the training-shrines and gun ranges, past the myriad of small chapels dedicated to various local saints unique to the home-world of each Sister, past the armory and the main Cathedral into the very heart of the Priory. The Monsignor was sweating profusely and panting heavily by time he reached the final staircase leading up to the Canoness’s sanctum. He paused a moment to catch his breath before tackling the stairs, looking off to his left and down the long passageway that he knew led down to the Sepulchre, the very vault after which the entire Order was named. He had served as Administrator of the Ministorum Department of Artifacts and Antiquities for just over 100 years now and although he had personally requisitioned the retrieval of thousand of relics and managed the distribution of thousands more to houses of worship across the galaxy, he’d never once set foot inside the crypt itself as he was not permitted there. Even now, the Monsignor knew that an Astartes- one of three that maintained a round the clock vigil, each one standing a watch of 12 hours over the course of Laertes 36 hour cycle- stood guard before the doors of the Sepulchre. Ironic he thought, that those who eschewed the Emperor’s divinity would be the ones tasked with safeguarding His cult’s most sacred treasures.

A somewhat annoyed “ahem” from the Revered-Mother drew the Monsignor’s thoughts back to the present and he began to laboriously waddle his way up the winding stairs. He needed to sit down. He needed a glass of mead. He need the attentions of some sweet boy. He needed to speak with the Reverend-Mother and get the hell out of this damn convent!! He had information, information that if proven true could mean disaster for the Imperial Cult and in turn the whole of the Imperium. Or, if they were fortunate, perhaps prove its salvation...
 
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Altheus

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Novice-Advance Monyka awoke along with the other novices to the pealing of bells, her day defined by patterns and tones of chimes. Exercise, prayer, breakfast, firing rites, weapon maintenance, armour training, armour maintenance, lunch, prayer, bee keeping, evening meal, theology was her routine, each time period marked out by a pattern of bells. Monyka ran a hand through her hair and threw on exercise leotards and shoes as she rushed out to the training yard. It wouldn't do to annoy the drill-mistress by being late.

While she ran Monyka wondered why she had been assigned here, to this relatively minor corner of the eccliasarchy rather than one of the more populous militant orders. Relics were important, yes, but cataloguing finger bones of saints and the like was not that interesting and surely people other than battle-sisters could be sent to collect them. When Monyka had voiced her doubts openly the canoness had responded with "The Emperor has a plan for each of us, it is not ours to see the shape of it before it is done!" and sentenced her to 20 laps of the monastery.
 

pstjmack

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Adept Ignatz Domotor of the Logis Strategos went through his morning exercises in the cell that the Order of the Sacred Sepulchre had assigned him, adopting the Sixth and Seventh Stances of the Secret of the Silent Shadow, the discipline taught him long ago that enabled an adept to pass unseen and unheard through crowded or deserted places alike. His dark robes merged with the shadows of the simple cell, his feet slid from arch to arch scarcely disturbing a mote of the Priory's ancient dust.

Despite their entanglement in the Age of Apostacy, under the High Lord Goge Vandire of evil memory, the Administratum and the Ecclesiarchy had long and deep ties that persisted to this day, especially with the bureaucratic echelons of the Ministorum represented by Monsignor Ambrose and his ilk. The Logis Strategos's ties and spies had alerted Ignatz to the Monsignor's mission long before his transport's arrival. Buffoons like Ambrose had inadvertently roused dangers and threats that had devastated entire worlds, liberated monsters wisely imprisoned millennia ago. Their craven greed for relics led them to pry into places best left undisturbed, unearth tainted and corrupted artifacts shrouded with a guise of sanctity. Even selfless and pious zealots like the Sisters of the Order could be led astray by their blind faith, to uncover things best left untouched.

Yet if the Order's delvings were ever to unearth fresh terrors, and subject Humanity to new and hitherto unknown perils, then Ignatz Domotor would be there to record and catalogue them, and pass on the knowledge to future generations, for their defence. Whatever the cost.
 

Meriss

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Sister Palantine Helena Barova

As usual Helena rose before local dawn. Years of overly enthusiastic Sister Palantines had driven that habit into her.

She completes her morning ablutions without too much difficulty aside from a hitch or two where an old scar had calcified. But the Emperor preserved.

She throws on a simple black habit before belting on her Rules of Sororitas and correction rod. She gripped her Crozius roughly before exiting her cell.

She walks quickly down the hallway rapping her rod on each door three times. The experienced Sister ambles off to find a samovar and breakfast.
 
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kitty voodoo

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By the time of early afternoon prayers the Priory is busy with all the activity one would expect from a military cloister, when the usual routine is interrupted by a sudden announcement over the Priory's vox-caster.

Attention. Reclamation Squad Memento Mori and Auxiliary Support will report immediately to briefing room septem.
Repeat. Reclamation Squad Memento Mori and Auxiliary Support will report immediately to briefing room septem.
 
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pstjmack

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By the time of early afternoon prayers the Priory is busy with all the activity one would expect from a military cloister, when the usual routine is interrupted by a sudden announcement over the Priory's vox-caster.

Reclamation Squad, Memento Mori and Auxiliary Support will report immediately to briefing room septem.
Repeat. Reclamation Squad, Memento Mori and Auxiliary Support will report immediately to briefing room septem.
Hearing the summons, Ignatz Domotor lifted his eyes from contemplation of a particularly fine illuminated chronicle in the Priory's archives. He straightened his robes, always careful to maintain the honour of the Logis Strategos among the Sisters, and headed for the briefing room.
 

Altheus

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Novice Monyka heard the call for her squad, finally, a mission, a chance to prove herself to the emperor and her superiors. Monyka took a few seconds to finish her prayers and then rose and left the chapel, straightening her habit she briskly walked to briefing room septem.
 

Aliexster

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Tucked away in a the corner of the dorm, a simple cot with some simple bed tables around it, a light globe mounted on one end of the bed. Underneath the covers Aeysha slept past morning call by an hour. One of the stewards of the convent came about to clean her bead, only to get a hand canon pokeing out from underneath the covers aimed at her face until she left the room. After that rude interruption, Aeysha pulls herself out of bed, takes off the bevy of ward seals that appeared overnight around him, hits the bathroom, cleans up, and heads out to breakfast. This was much better than the past 4 years, where she was deep undercover with a heretical cult, sleeping in a coffin appartment, always watching her back for some stab happy jack that thinks her back would be a nice shank depository. This was such a relaxing vacation from her usual duties in the Emperor's Holy Inquisition.

Despite the constant leering glances at her directions the Sisters give her.

And the extensive prayer meetings several times a day.

And the fact that there's a whole den of vice that likely has a few Pleasure Chaos Cultists festering in there while she's stuck here.

At the Vox announcment comes over, Aeysha lets out a long breath, "Well, let's see what we what sort of intrigue we've dug up..." She says heading down to the briefing room at a hastened pace.
 

Meriss

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Sister Palantine Helena Borova

Helena frowns at her tea. She gulps the beverage and pops the last of her toast into her mouth before rising and ambling to the conference room.

She conducts an impromptu inspection of her juniors and auxilaries when she arrives. Reasonably satisfied with the results she turns to face the front. "Reclamation Squad Memento Mori present and correct Sister!" shouts the Sister Palantine before saluting and taking her own seat.
 

kitty voodoo

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Sister Palantine Helena Borova

Helena frowns at her tea. She gulps the beverage and pops the last of her toast into her mouth before rising and ambling to the conference room.

She conducts an impromptu inspection of her juniors and auxiliaries when she arrives. Reasonably satisfied with the results she turns to face the front. "Reclamation Squad Memento Mori present and correct Sister!" shouts the Sister Palantine before saluting and taking her own seat.
Sister Helena is of course provided the only actual chair. The subordinate Sisters being expected to kneel prayerfully at the curved altar rails facing the raised dais, while the auxiliaries stand at attention. The Canoness returns the salute, greeting the assembled team with a curt "Blessings upon you. Good afternoon." before taking her place behind the pulpit to begin the briefing. To the Canoness's right sits Monsignor Ambrose, still sweating and nursing a substantial glass of the Priory's finest honey mead.

The overhead lights dim and a holo-image of a large asteroid field appears above the Dias.

"This is the planet Absalom, located in the Segmentum Pacificus. Or I should say, what's left of it. Seven years ago the planet was overrun by a Tyranid splinter fleet. By the time Imperial forces arrived, consumption of the planet's 'bio-mass' was already in it's advanced stages and Command was left with no other recourse but to initiate Exterminatus. Three years ago, Tech-adepts from a nearby Forge World began surveying the planet's wreckage as a prelude to full-scale mining operations. This is what they found..."

The holo-image changes to drone footage of an impossibly massive temple complex, located hundreds of miles beneath the planet's surface, seemingly carved from the rock itself and revealed only by means of the planet's destruction.

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"Survey drones breached the inside of the necropolis wherein they found only three items: a single sarcophagus, a smashed reliquary and the desiccated remains of three tomb robbers. Forensic analysis by the Mechanicus indicate that their deaths coincided with the destruction of the planet. Think on this, someone sent these raiders into the depths of a planet under direct attack from a hive fleet and with the imminent threat of Exterminatus hanging over it. Why? What could possibly be worth such a risk?"

The drone footage continues, the camera zooming in on and panning over a bias relief carving over the destroyed reliquary, a flowing script none of you recognize.

"Writing of this type was found throughout the mausoleum. Our Sisters in the Orders Dialogous have labored for nearly three years trying to translate it, with a specific focus on the writing located over the reliquary. Three weeks ago they broke the code. Which brings us to the present. Monsignor..."

"Yes. Thank you Reverend-Mother..." the corpulent priest mutters, laying aside his wine glass and standing. "The portion of the inscription we've been able to decipher reads as follows..."

Do not disturb my bones for I, who was a king in life, in death am now but a slave. A servant who guards eternal, the Sigillum Domini....

The holo-image shifts again, focusing in tight on the smashed reliquary and a symbol imprinted onto the velvet backing of the shrine, a symbol faded to near invisibility over the long passage of time. The cogitator begins to analyze the image, enhancing and color- correcting the symbol until it comes into crystal clarity.

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"The Raptor Imperalis...” the Priest continues “The Sigillum Domini. The personal seal of the God-Emperor of Man, as fashioned from His very own signet ring. "
 
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