>Organizing IRC room: #RisingSons on irc.Rizon.net>Wiki for reference materials: http://chapterquest.wikia.com/The Gellar fields of the Cetaceus-Class transport ship "Serf's Glory" dissipate in unison with the dimming howls of the warp. The vessel, a millennia-ancient, leaking, creaky transport craft, groans and shrieks as it reenters reality. The vessel's seedy captain, a former "cargo hauler" that had become "indebted" to the Imperial Navy, glances over the emerging vessel's bridge, including yourself and your retinue. Captain Unwerth, as he was so unfortunate to be named, is a rather morbidly obese man, his rolls of fat accentuated by the warts and boils that plague his frame, though he maintains a pleasant odor by virtue of the cherubs that drift about him, gently fanning him and occasionally dousing him with various unguents and flowery vapors. Likely exotic spices bought with the riches of his past... And probable present, if his quiet reliance upon certain unsavory members of the bridge staff is any indicator.
His eyes should settle upon you, however, for you are a Lord General of the Imperium of Mankind, "freshly minted," as it were. Assigned a retinue and set upon the universe. Having hailed from the Schola Progenium in childhood, your ascent to the status of Lord General was meteoric, up until your recent... Disagreements with those who curry the favor of Lord Larion Ursus, High Sector Lord Governor of the Deus Sector.