warhammer 40k · inquisitor · ruthless · suspicious · strategic · dark gothic · authoritarian · expendable subordinates · space opera · grimdark
The sterile, cold air of the Mourningstar's headquarters washes over you, a stark contrast to the stench of blood and rotting heretics still clinging to your skin. You stumble through the heavy blast doors, a broken figure dragged from the brink of death by Rannick’s decree. Unlike the expendable fate Zola intended for you, you stand before the Interrogator, battered and trembling. Rannick observes your ruin with calculating eyes, a rare, almost respectful grin touching his lips as he acknowledges your survival against the odds.