Sword & Spoken Word

Brother Bartram's Call to Righteousness, Special Edition

After months of cancellations and reschedulings, our petitions were ignored, and the Scurrilous Heretic Lord Harlan Autumnhall was permitted to cavort under the eyes of the good people of Hive Tarsus and of the God Emperor Himself, reveling in his temporary victory.

But despair not, brothers! The justice of the Holy God Emperor will always come to pass. Our Faith may be tested by this trial, but we shall continue to fight the good fight and we shall prevail!

For your humble servant has gathered, from this blasphemous event, new evidence of fresh crimes against decency, morality, and the Holy God Emperor. Yes, your humble brother and faithful servant of the Holy God Emperor did risk his very soul to serve the cause of righteousness, and attended this wicked gathering himself, in the guise of a servant.

Fear not, your brother will scourge himself free of sin in a holy penance for having stood in proximity to such evil without cleansing it with fire.

But in addition to his past wickednesses, the Heretic Harlan Autumnhall is now guilty in that he:

- Did give at his inauguration a most wicked speech, scoffing at the virtues of decency, morality, chastity, and honor, even as he most blasphemously claimed to serve the God Emperor, whose holy name should not ever be blackened by the unclean tongue of such a sinner.

- Did conspire with other lewd and wanton individuals among the idle rich to commit the sin of dancing, which promotes lasciviousness and occasions lewd and unchaste desires.

- Did serve to his guests intoxicating drugs and liqueurs, which tempt men to revel in enjoyment of their own lives, rather than in service to the God Emperor.

- Did place on the display the bones of vile tyranids, secretly for the purpose of worshiping them, while covering his sin by claiming slain as war trophies, slain with his own hand. (A transparent lie… they are both enemies of the Emperor, and therefore allies to each other.)

- Did openly consort with the unclean xenos, in the corrupt and polluted form of two “tau representatives”, which were not only suffered to attend the inaugural reception, but actually welcomed as “honored guests”!

- Did in some vile fashion, not yet clear to your servant, force the representative of the Most Holy Inquisition, and his ally, a pious and sacred knight of the most righteous Adeptus Astartes, to act as escorts and protectors for these xenos abominations, rather than striking them down on the spot with righteous fury for their sin of existing in the Emperor’s universe.

- Did wickedly promote and engage in all manner of sinful revels, unpious celebration, and other enjoyments which make men unmindful of their duty to the God Emperor.

- Did incite his crude and brutal servants to cast your brother out as an “impostor”, thereby not only obstructing him from his righteous duties in gathering intelligence on the enemies of The Most Holy Master of Mankind, but also inflicting painful and unrighteous bruises upon his nether parts.

No, good brothers and sisters, your friend Brother Bartram is no imposter. It is the vile Harlan Autumnhall who is the imposter, posing as a servant of the Emperor, when in reality he is the vilest of selfish sinners, possibly an unclean sorceror and worshipper of xenos abominations and the Ruinous Powers themselves, who listens to dark and evil whispers from the Warp!

And on the day when the righteous cast this villain down, Brother Bartram shall be there, to call due an account for these crimes, and for the most unnecessary bruising of his hindmost parts.

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Shall I have this one sorted out, my lord?
- Ulrich Malmstein

Certainly not. Silencing lunatics just draws attention to them. If we ever need to get rid of him, we’ll have servants leak even more ridiculous accusations for him to print, and let him get laughed off Hive Tarsus.

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Foxxy Roxxy's Juciy Tidbits, Special Edition

That’s right boys and girls, after months of cancellations and reschedulings, the big par-tay you’ve all been waiting for finally happened for realz…

… And guess who scored a guest pass!

That’s right, your girl Roxxy here with the inside scoop on the HAWTTEST event of the season, and Oh. My. God. Emperor. is there ever an inside to scoop!

We all knew Harlan Autumnhall was the HAWTEST thing to hit the market since, like… ever. And we all knew that his family’s deep pockets were gonna guarantee that the celebration was gonna be OFF THE CHAIN, but even by the high standards of yours truly, this was REDONCKULUS.

Inquisitors! Space Marines! Xeno ambassadors! Genestealer trophies!

But you’re here for the juicy bits, aren’t you? Well, perk up your ears, kiddies, because your fearless reporter (that’s me!) has got the straight dope on just who might have the inside track to the heart (and other bits, tee-hee! …by which I mean bank accounts, doncha know?) of the Calixis Sector’s most eligible bachelor!

Mister Harlan, magnificent cagey bastard that he is, played his cards close to his chest, dancing with just about every girl present exactly once… starting with Lady Selena Veltenstone. That’s his pet Astropath, for those of you who aren’t keeping score. Not much competition from that score, though, unless he’s, like, a total pervert (and not in the good way that Roxxy secretly hopes he is!). Cuz she’s, like, eleven.

(Seriously, though, whoever wins the big race is most likely gonna find she has an extra teenage daughter as part of the package. Like, a creepy psyker teenage daughter. Brrrrrr.)

Anyways, Harlan tried not to show any favoritism, but Roxxy’s got sharp eyes, and with a good disguise and no silly press pass, she got the low-down on just who’s got the inside track, and who just… doesn’t.

No way:

- First of all, Kiya Cloud was no-where in evidence. If the rumors are right (when are they ever wrong?) and she’s his squeeze, then she’s gotta be throwing one HELL of a tirade now. She was never a serious contender because, like, who’s ever HEARD of her (huh?), but now she’s just been told that, loud and clear.

- ESLUTsabeth Blackley looks like she’s trying, from the way she grabbed a double handful of his ASS and practically stuck her tongue in his ear. Seriously, though, Lizzie, who do you think you’re fooling? You might have an AWESOME rejuvenant team, but you’re over two hundred years OLD, and you’re not anywhere near his rank, and everybody knows you’re a RAGING SLUT, anyway. Die in a fire, Lizzie.

- Daviana Krin. Girl, you need to eat a sandwich or three, because anything you wear just looks like a sack. No wonder Harlan let even that slut Lizzie cut you dead. Go hide your ass in the Golgenna Reach, girl… at least until you figure out how to put some curves on it.

Inside track:

- The Forsellis sisters. Scuttlebutt has it Himself is partial to redheads (somebody fetch Roxxy that bottle of dye!), and they certainly fit the bill. Besides, your fearless reporter SAW Selene and one of the twins go into one of the private rooms with him, and while she didn’t HEAR any hanky-panky going on, it did sound like they had a LOT of catching up to do, so there no ruling out the possibility that there’s already been some hanky AND panky (possibly even spanky) in the past.

Now, most people would put their money on Selene. She’s the oldest, so whoever gets her, gets their mitts on all that Forsellis loot (almost makes Roxxy wish she were a boy), and Harlan’s no dummy… he’ll see the sense in mixing business with pleasure.

But personally, I wouldn’t count that twin out yet. I think it was Sibelle. Simone is rumored to still be sweet on Christophe Armengarde (Come on, girl. Like, SOOOOO last year. And NO, Roxxy did NOT write a breathless column back then about how utterly HAWT he was. She just DIDN’T. She was saving herself for Harlan.)

Anyways, Sibelle may have a trick or to two up her sleeve yet. She certainly wasn’t backing off last night. If she could persuade her father to split the estate, Harlan probably wouldn’t care about the title too much. And both the twins are just as pretty as their sister (can’t call ’em HOT with the way they all dress, though… seriously, girls, would it KILL you to show a little SKIN once in a while?)

- Felicity Lockhart. Okay, so it’s not the BESTEST financial move Himself could make. But have you seen how SEKSI this girl is? He has to have noticed. I hate her already. Somebody bring Roxxy her head. I’d be SOOOO grateful.

- Elizabeth Orleans. Yeah, I know, what the hell, right? She’s all business, and dresses like a guy. Soooooooooo boring. Girl, you got loads of nice hair and your nose is cute, why would you do this?

But from an all business view, not a bad move. Her connections with his resources and cunning? Meh, I hope not. God Emperor, that would be drab. They were certainly into their dance, though. And I think I saw her crack a smile for maybe the very first time in, like, her life. And then for the second.

- Me!

What? It could happen. Our dance was LOVELY. And I got a kiss! (Okay, so it was on the hand. Shuttup.) Dun think he knew who I was without my signature pink hair, but your intrepid girl reporter squeezed her bootylicious self into something SEKSI, and Himself’s eyes were CERTAINLY wandering. Maybe his hands a little, too.

If only I had brought a glass slipper to leave on the steps. Hey, a girl can dream, right?

So who is Roxxy’s money on?

Well, pleasant dreams aside, the smart bet is probably Selene Forsellis, although personally, your girl would cover her options with a little side bet on Sibelle.

Orleans is the smart business move, Lockheart’s the girl most any man would want to wake up next to, but let’s face it, the Forsellis girls are a close second on both fronts, and Himself thinks with both heads.

But the race ain’t over yet, girls.

Advice from Roxxy: you want Harlan, cosy up to that creepy psyker girl. He takes her, like, everywhere, kneels down to look her in the eye when he talks to her, and he even carried her upstairs HIMSELF when she fell asleep. He may be too young to be her dad for realzies, but it looks like our man of the hour got himself a stepdaughter before he got himself a wife.

Get her to start calling you mom, and it’s wedding bells, and you’re the next Lady Autumnhall.

Roxxy would do it herself, but psykers are scary. She’s just gonna have to hope. And maybe bring a glass slipper next time.

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For your attention, my Lord. Should I have it suppressed?
- Ulrich Malmstein

Oh, so that’s why that strange giggling woman had dyed her hair brown. No, Malmstein, there is no such thing as bad publicity.

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Inaugural Address of Lord Harlan Autumnhall, Imperial Warrant holder

“My Lord Autumnhall, you are a thief.”

It was not long ago that I heard those words spoken to me. I choose to take them as my text.

They were, of course, spoken metaphorically and in jest, over dinner, so I was not constrained to call upon the man who spoke them to make good his accusations at the time of his choice, with the weapons of his choice.

Nonetheless, the sentiment must be spoken of, and entered into the record for all time, lest others imperil their souls in committing the same error of judgement, and questioning the Emperor’s word in their hearts, by wondering if his Anointed Warrant Bearers, commonly known as “rogue traders”, are little better than thieves.

It is the error of mistaking honor for duty.

The margin between honor and duty is razor-thin, yet it is a gap into which many souls have fallen and been forever lost to the Emperor’s light.

The Master of Mankind has many voices to remind us what our duty is, and nearly every man has his appointed master, to demand of him obedience and keep him free from the path of heresy and error. Yet many men believe that because obedience to the Emperor is righteous and honorable, righteousness and honor must therefore be obedience to the Emperor.

It is not.

The Emperor commands our obedience not so that we may vainly glory in our own upright character, nor bask in the admiration of lesser men. The Emperor cares not for our reputation, our honor, or even our righteousness.

No. He commands our obedience that we may join him in His great task of preserving and uplifting our species itself, of serving the great and sacred brotherhood of humanity in its place amongst the hostile stars.

And to that end, He has given each of us a duty.

To the Lords of Terra, He has given the task of guiding his Empire.

To the Eclesiarchal priesthood, He has given the task of teaching reverence for His name, that men might join together and work as brothers.

To Administratum, He has given the task of directing those labours.

To the Cult of Mars, he has given the task of keeping His sacred knowledge, and keeping its burden from those too weak to bear it.

To the common men of a million worlds, He has given the task of labouring to sustain and uplift His Empire.

To the Adeptus Arbites, He has given the task of keeping those common men obedient to their rightful masters.

To His forces of arms, his Imperial Guard, and Adeptus Astartes, He has given the task of purging His enemies from the many worlds.

To His Holy Navy, He has given the task of purging His enemies from the paths between the worlds.

To His Inquisition, He has given the task of speaking with His voice, answering to no master, to purge corruption from his Empire, whether it lies within masters or common men.

And to the Bearers of His Warrant, He has given the task of speaking with His Voice, answering to no master, to bear His Word into dark places that do not yet know His Light, or His Law.

Each man, then, must know and keep to his place, must know his duty and perform it. It is this, and not our personal honor or our reputation of righteousness, that is our sacred charge. We serve his purposes in whatever capacity He deems fit, for the plan is His, not ours.

It is for this reason that the “Rogue” trader, Bearer of His Imperial Warrant, plays the rogue. Because his sacred charge, from the Master of Mankind, is to serve Mankind’s purpose by whatever means are necessary, roguish or not.

And I, Harlan of House Autumnhall, swear now, before these witnesses, to dedicate myself and my House to this task.

By any means necessary.

Because Mankind, and the Master of Mankind, demand nothing less than all of us.

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Private Journal of Harlan Autumnhall, #5

Dear Anastasia,

Today I bribed an honest man. Or a man who imagines himself so.

Impossible, you say? Nonsense. Almost any man will accept a bribe. The honest man differs from the corrupt one only in what he desires. The corrupt man desires to sell his influence, and thus advance himself, the honest man to do his duty, and thereby imagine himself righteous.

Give him a gift that serves these ends, and for this price, you may buy him.

What I purchased was a trifle, the freedom of a foolish servant who knows how to be a petty criminal, but not how to be a great one, who understands why the common thief is hanged but not why the plundering baron is honoured.

But what I truly wanted was for him to accept my gift, and thus do his duty in the way I had chosen for him to do it. Father taught me that you need not buy a man, or cow him, to steer him this way or that… you must merely smooth the path you most desire him to tread.

And if you have two enemies to fight, set one upon the other.

I think father would be proud of how I have learned his little lessons, though you, perhaps, would chide me, forever afraid that I was becoming the lesson that I learned.

Well, what would you say to his last lesson, little one? Would you have me learn that one? And what do you suppose he was trying to teach? And to whom?

I have been thinking on lessons, of late. My inauguration approaches, and I must give an address, some statement to be entered into the Imperial record, for all time.

What would father say to that, I wonder? What shall my lesson be?

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Ideas From Brother Alric
For Future Studies
  • Rotating Power Saw Wheels AKA “Roller Blades” to be modified to all ground vehicles.
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Private Journal of Harlan Autumnhall, #4

Dear Anastasia,

Today I appeared in court in a civil case against… myself.

Which makes me the new owner of the former ISV St. Cordellia. I’m going to refit it into something more suitable to my needs.

While I was conducting an inspection tour, I learned that Gunmetal City has been locked down by some sort of Adeptus Arbites special flying squad. Two of my staff are trapped there… an intelligence expert I have pegged for my Master of Whisperers, as well as Brother Alrick. They have sealed off all travel in or out, or at least are trying to, which means they are looking for someone or something in particular.

I think it’s both. Something and someone. A tattoo. A starmap.

I think they may be acting outside their legal authority, either on their own wick, or they’ve been bribed.

I have something, and unless I miss my guess, a lot of people want it badly.

No one knows I have it, but there may be a few loose ends. The thugs I hired for back up when I went back in looking for it. The pirate “Castle”, and his men.

Castillo can most likely evade any official heat. And the Arbites is unlikely to find those thugs. But I do not understand what’s at the end of the treasure map I’m holding, I don’t know who knows about it.

As usual, each new answer I learn raises more new questions.

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Message to Magos Holt

Attn Magos Holt:

Skipping transcription servitor, skipping verbiage.

Plan for refitting purchased hull into new ship follows. Tentative name of ship “Take the Nails, Too”. Design concept: Stealthy exploration vessel or “submarine”-type craft.

Advise feasibility of proposed changes. Advise any recommendations.

Keep Intact:

Hull: +47 space
Outer surface to remain as intact as possible. Retain, if possible, option to masquerade as harmless freighter.

Strelov 1 Warp Engine (Pw 10, Sp 10)
Serviceable and adequate to our needs.

Commerce Bridge (Pw 1, Sp 1): +50 Achievement towards Trade objectives.
Not ideal, but not a replacement priority.

M-100 Auger Array (Pw 3)
Serviceable and adequate to our needs.

Extended Supply Vaults (Pw 1, Sp 4): Double the time the TTNT can remain at void without suffering Crew Population or Morale loss; Extended Repairs heal +1 Hull Integrity; +1 Morale.
Already ideal option for long voyages.

Temple-Shrine to the God Emperor (Pw 1, Sp 1): +100 Achievement towards Creed objectives; +3 Morale.
Useful for crew morale, political image. Space/power consumption also not large enough to justify removal.

Observation Dome (Pw 0, Sp 1): +50 Achievement towards Exploration objectives; +1 Morale.
Unfeasible to remove without extensive hull modifications.

Gellar Field (Pw 1/ Sp 0)
Serviceable and adequate to our needs.

Repair:

Main Cargo Hold (Pw 2, Sp 4): +125 Achievement towards Trade objectives
Unfeasible to remove without extensive hull modifications. Also, useful for taking everything not nailed down. If can pry up, wasn’t nailed down. Will also take nails. Already have large box of nails.

Modify/Refit:

Lathe Pattern Class 1 Plasma Drive (+ 40 Pw /Sp 12)
acquire and replace/refit/modify to:
Jovian Pattern Class 2 (+45 Pw / Sp 10)
For increased speed and power. Will require custom installation.

Voidsmen Quarters (Pw 1, Sp 3)
acquire and expand to
Clan-Kin Quarters (Pw 1, Sp 4): Drawing on the extensive social expertise and domain knowledge of “Spectre”, the quartering and work crew layout and training will be designed to foster espirt de corps among veterans of the Heptapyrgion Penal Colony. All Command Tests to defend against boarding and hit and run actions gain +5. In addition, all sources of Morale loss are reduced by 1, to a minimum of 1.
Don’t worry about details, here. Will handle elsewhere. Just need additional space consumption as described in attachment 2a.

Vitae Pattern Life Sustainer (Pw 4, Sp 2)
refit with
Ancient Life Sustainer: (Pw 2, Sp 1) Increase Morale permanently by 2, reduce all losses to Crew Population due to non-combat sources by 1. This can be used as a ship’s Life Sustainer.
Already have. Design/components from Heptapyrgion Station/wreck of “Inquest”.

Install: (have components)

Ancient Empyrean Mantle: (Pw 2, Sp 0). When performing the Silent Running operation, Detection attempts made to find the ship are 3 steps more difficult.
Powerful stealth system from Heptapyrgion Station/wreck of “Inquest”.

Graviton Flare: (Pw 2, Sp 0). When triggered, all vessels in the star system suffer a –30 to their Detection for 2 Strategic Rounds. The Graviton Flare requires twenty four hours to recharge between uses. This Component does not require hull space. Although it is external, it can only be destroyed or damaged by a Critical Hit.
System from Heptapyrgion Station/wreck of “Inquest”

Laboratorium: (Pw 2, Sp 2) +20 to all skill tests involving identifying, analyzing, or fixing Archeo/Xenostech.
Refit salvaged components and archives into research lab. Position adjacent to Cult Mechanicus tower, Engineer Prime personal quarters if possible. Have fun. Do not detonate ship.

Salvage and sell components:

Luxury Passenger Quarters (Pw 2, Sp 1): +100 Achievement towards Trade, Criminal, or Creed objectives; -3 Morale.
Luxury Liner role not useful in Koronus Expanse. Trashed anyway. Hold off tear-out pending forensic investigation of incident. Will advise.

Defensive Countermeasures (Pw 1, Sp 1): When deployed, these countermeasures impose a -20 penalty to all Ballistic Skill test made to attack the ship for the next 1d5+1 Strategic Turns. Torpedoes suffer a -30 penalty. Once used, the countermeasures must be refilled and refurbished with a successful Upkeep test under Open Acquisition or Limited Acquisition conditions.
Difficult to supply on extended voyage. Save space/power for other things.

Acquire and install:

Single Void Shield Array (Pw 5, Sp 1)

Prow Sunsear Laser Battery (Pw 6, Sp 4): Strength 4, Damage 1d10+2, Crit Rating 4, Range 9
Port Jovian Missile Battery (Pw 3, Sp 1): Strength 5, Damage 1d10+1, Crit Rating 6, Range 6
Starboard Jovian Missile Battery (Pw 3, Sp 1): Strength 5, Damage 1d10+1, Crit Rating 6, Range 6
Other weapons layouts feasible. Advise.

Shopping list:
Jovian Class 2 drive
Clan-kin Quarters
Sunsear Laser Battery
Jovian Missile Battery (x2)
Single Void Shield Array

Sell list:
Luxury Passenger Quarters
Defensive Countermeasures
Voidsmen Quarters
Lathe Pattern Class 1 Plasma Drive
Vitae Pattern Life Sustainer

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Private Journal of Harlan Autumnhall #3

Dear Anastasia,

I suppose you would be worried if you were actually reading these, but I am okay.

So is Brother Alrick, who is being stitched together with a great quantity of very expensive artificial parts as we speak.

We even found our star charts, perhaps by a whim of a fate frustrated by my obtuseness. I was looking for a book. I never thought to check the bodies for tattoos. We were most fortunate indeed that when we returned after medical evacuation, street urchins had stripped the bodies of usable clothing.

I shall have my Navigatrix copy them most carefully before deciding whether to return intact versions of them, garbled and dangerously flawed ones, or nothing at all. They appear to lead to something… very interesting. And quite valuable.

I have purchased the hull of the ISV St. Cordelia through a ruse worthy of father, and will be retrofitting it into something more suited to my needs (bills, bills). Perhaps I shall call the new craft the ISV Voluntold, in honour of its unorthodox manner of entering service.

The date for my Rite of Investiture is fast approaching, and with it I will lose any hope of passing for a simple criminal gang leader to that scum Ernesto de Palma. I must plan my next move carefully.

It does, however, create opportunities as well as remove them. If I invite the shadowy auctioneers of the ISV Misericorde to the Rite, I may be able to secure an invitation for this year’s cold auction, and thereby approach Phineas Ardentus under some business pretext as, well, myself. Sort of. You know what I mean.

I’ve also had to dismiss my pilot. Not too tragic. She was highly skilled, yes, but also prone to dramatics, fussing, and the belief that every nobleman in sight was trying to rape her (not likely). I shall secure a replacement.

Things are looking up. I have a ship, and soon it will be spaceworthy. I am heir to a Warrant, and will soon possess it in law as well as in fact. I have clues to rich treasures, and small pieces of leverage to use in creating greater ones.

I’m doing fine, and I’m going to posper if I am smart and resourceful.

Perhaps some day, some way, somehow, I can find a way to see you again. Until then, letters I cannot send.

Love,

Harlan. Autumnhall.

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Private Journal of Harlan Autumnhall #2

Dear Anastasia,

Writing letters one never means to send is perhaps eccentric, but it assists the organization of my thoughts to imagine an audience.

So I’m keying this into a datapad in a wrecked brewery in the depths Gunmetal City on Scintilla, while I wait for my men to scrape what’s left of Brother Alrick off the floor, spray on enough plasti-skin foam to keep him from bleeding out, pump him full of SynthVitae from the medikit, and get him the hell out of here.

Violence is a way of life for the rogue trader. A simple operation to retrieve some stolen star charts led us to…

… Well, I’d better start at the beginning. A Lord of the Calaxian Conclave is backing me with money and influence, getting the Autumnhall fortune out of probate, fending off other claimants to the Warrant, supplying access to military hardware, and so on. And I am dealing with a few sticky situations for him. ( Did I tell you about that in my last letter? I don’t have access to it down here.)

The first was Heptopyrgion. The second is this man I told you about. Ardentus. He needs to vanish without a fuss or a suspicious lack thereof.

After following his moves, feeding carefully orchestrated lines to his business partners, and impersonating a criminal gang led by a rogue psyker (stop making that face), I’m down here trying to retrieve stolen star charts.

And now I find they’ve been stolen by… well, what’s the worst thing a man can can become? Not that, but close.

Now you’re making another face.

I can’t be who I was before. I have to take risks to survive and prosper now. But I’ve surrounded myself with hard men, and even that child may be the most dangerous of all. I’m well-prepared and not taking any foolish risks.

A man with a mission must see it through, or what can he expect from the next one?

So I’ll get the priest back alive if I can (those cultists had an Astartes heavy weapon), but I will find those charts. The spilling of a little blood won’t stop me. There’s much more of that to come, I think.

They’re telling me he’s stable, now. Plastiskin is wonderful stuff.

I have to go. Give my love to… well, no one but you, really.

- Harlan Autumnhall

P.S. Yes, I insist on that. It has to be a habit, you see.

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Golden Moose Bar Tab
Liquor:
     Alrick (Hon. Br.):
            5 Reth Amasec, "Old Smoky"
            1 Jalapeno Martini
            2 Orcish Squig Bomb
            1 Bourbon Lancer
            1 Emperor's Fist
            2 Screwdriver, 
                Aquitaine "Black Five" Select Vodka

     H. Autumnhall (Lrdsp.):
          2  732M41 Spectoris Saint'Angelo Reserve
          1 Death in the Afternoon, 
                Jaglan Beta "Green Hell" Private Reserve, 
                940M41 Don Luz Especiale
          1 Astartes Wrestling Match

     Cmdr. Edmund Armengarde, 
       Imperial Battlefleet Calixis (Ret.):
           1 Orcish Squig Bomb
           1 Emperor's Fist
           1 Kill the Baby
           2 Reth Amasec, "Old Smoky"
           1 Mass Reactive Bolt Shell
           1 Kill It With Fire
           3 Exterminatus
           1 Runaway Cargo Train
           2 Harvey Headbanger
           1 Ghostfire Punch
           1 Salty Dog
           1 Servitor Reviver

Food:
     S. Veltenstone (Hon. Lady):
                 1 Hot Fudge Sundae

Total: 175 Thrones

Damages and Furniture Breakage:
     7 Chairs
     2 Tables
     2 Overhead Lighting Fixtures 
     Various GlassWare
     Drywall Patching, 2 walls
     Bartop resurfacing 

Total: 231 Thrones

Cleaning Expenses:
     Misc. 
Total: 17 Thrones

Grand Total: 423 Thrones


Ludicrously padded. Don’t bother Malmstein with this. Just talk him down to about half and pay him out of petty cash.
- Yulius Glick, Chief Jr. Staff Accountant, Autumnhall Travel Expenses Dept. (main)

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