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Pawnshop Prophet
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Magos Explorator Vestin (A work in progress)
The guttering candles cast eerily mobile shadows on the tapestry of wires and cables behind the council. Their various augmentations were obscured by their low hoods. The figures sat poised behind a long rectangular table made of a dark ebony material with an incomprehensible tangle of wires snaking out of the table and along the ground into the darkness.

Sixteen of the seventeen chairs behind the council are filled with the intimidating presence of the various Archmagos Veneratus. Each individual the pinnacle of their Ordo. The Archmagos Veneratus Lexmechanicus sat in an elevated position to the left of the massively ornate throne in the center of the council. The throne was decorated with the seal of the Adeptus Mechanicus flanked by twin [Titan Lords]. Above the throne, an enormous viewing screen dominated the wall. The screen, in turn, dominated by the intensely severe face of the Fabricator General of Mars.

The Fabricator General stared deploringly down the length of his voice synthesizer at a kneeling figure before the council
. When he spoke his voice rang throughout the chamber scathingly from every corner.

"Are you certain of what you claim, Magos Explorator?"

"Absolutely, Fabricator General. The Omnissiah has guided me to select pieces of information within the Librariums that support this claim. However, the information is not complete. I feel the need to go forth and investigate the matter personally."

The council remained painfully silent after the small speech, but the crouched figure did not stir in the slightest. He was confident in his claims and knew that the Council would support him to the fullest of their abilities. After what seemed like an eternity of silence, the Fabricator General's voice once again boomed throughout the chamber.

"Very well. You will be dispatched with a small contingent of Imperial Guardsmen bound for the [some area of space]. From there you will pursue your trail. May the Omnissiah guide you, for if you are correct, you will have helped not only the Imperium, but the entire Adeptus Mechanicus with your efforts. Dismissed."





 
 
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