Crew Logs: The Parvenu
Roland's Log: Chapter One, Verse One
One of the brothers we are currently transporting for missionary work
decreed that literacy is the key to salvation through the god-emperor.
reading the holy words can one find true salvation" he has declared
once while stroking his scruffy beard. His eyes gleam with the devotion
truly faithful. He feels that keeping a log will be an excellent means
practicing skill with words. I've gotten along fine for many years
written words, but this may be the last trip of our ship, so perhaps
salvation could be handy. Rather than try to catalog my entire life,
to start with this trip, maybe if I have the time, I'll write some past
too. With no true day or night, especially in the warp, I'll just break
into chapters and verses, that seems to work well with holy stuff.
We met the new Lord Draconis at the start of this trip. I suppose it's
fortunate that we did. Without him and his permit, I'm not sure what
happened to this ship that is my home. Piracy? Seized by the Imperial
Speaking of which, the new rogue trader is so fresh from the navy you
smell it upon him. He looks a great deal like his deceased
uncle before he was blasted into little bits. I suppose once the new
blasted into little bits, he'll look even more like his uncle. But
won't we all
then? He immediately decided to find out what happened to his uncle
I'm sure he sees this ship as he saw his ship in the navy, an
instrument of war
and vengeance. My home and all who live there are simply a tool for him
out with. We shall lose many people racing towards the site of a dead
as they say, "If you chase after death, you shall catch him."
After some discussion, Lord Draconis has decided to take on some
route towards the site of his uncle's death. Vengeance is a pricy
his uncle spent most of his dynasty's wealth on refitting this ship.
uncle know that he would need avenging soon? It did give him and the
a chance to feast with another rogue trader though. Perhaps they learned
something, perhaps they simply ate, drank, and were merry. I didn't go
them. I want out of this dock, for me and my home to be hurtling
blessed void again. Anything that delays that is simply bothersome.
Having loaded up on missionaries, building supplies, and mission
are finally leaving the dock. The ship moves like a man half asleep.
world longs for battle, as does this denizen. Once our foes are in
ship shall come alive, and whoever our foe is, ork, pirate, or other
shall destroy them utterly. Until then, we plod along, half-asleep,
The warp. Traveling through it is to pass through a nightmare while
Something out there resents us being here, and only the holy signs upon
keep them out. But not completely out. Eight days passed like eight
while the sounds of whispers plagued everyone aboard. They don't bother
used to being whispered about by people who think the void born are
looking. Some of the crew are unnerved by that, or the strange passage
Fights over supposedly, but not actually depleted food stores became
We finally arrived at Battleground in one piece, among the many pieces
long scavenged ships. A bit of normalcy before back into the weirdness
With whispers apparently not deterring us, the warp decided to drop a
range directly in front of us. Fortunately, the tech twins (not
but they're so alike in function) were able to give me enough heads up
and move this world above it. While the world still sleeps, I was able
it over the mountain range, much to the frustration of something.
diversion will likely keep us in the warp for longer than we'd hoped
Mindful of the crew's unhappiness over the perceived long stay in the
Draconis decided to try giving an inspirational speech to the crew to
their morale. Lord Lucien had quite a flair for that. He always seemed
the right mix of praise, cajoling, threats, and downright lies to keep
world's inhabitants fighting well beyond what should be humanly
that flair for speechcraft is something you can inherit, it's
a generation with Lord Draconis. It wasn't the most demotivational
heard, but he would have gotten more reaction from the crew by dancing
before them. Hopefully, he'll either improve as he gets to know us, or
some dance moves. I'm really hoping for the former, not the latter.