WS 34 BS 28 S 32 T 25 Ag 31 Int 30 Per 33 WP 35 Fel 34
Movement: 3/6/12/24 Wounds: 12 Armor: 0/0/0/0 Insanity: 4 Corruption: 0
Skills: Charm, Common Lore (Imperium, Tech, Nobility), Deceive, Dodge, Inquiry, Linguistics (High Gothic), Security, Stealth
Talents: Weapon Training (Chain, Solid Projectile), Jaded, Paranoia, Unremarkable, Light Sleeper,
Traits:
Gear: Recruit robes, concealed disposable gun 12 ammo,
When the news of my father’s death arrived, I knew that my life was in jeopardy. As the youngest member of the noble House Griseax, I had always been aware of the fragile balance of power within my family. My father’s sudden demise shattered that balance, plunging our house into a brutal succession war.
Our once-stately home became a battlefield of whispered conspiracies and hidden knives. Siblings who once played together now eyed each other with suspicion and hostility, each determined to seize control of our family’s fortunes. Amidst this chaos, my departure to Terra for training at the Callidus Assassin Temple seemed like an escape, yet it also painted a target on my back.
In the dim light of my private study, my most trusted spy delivered a chilling report: one of my stepmothers had contracted an assassin to eliminate me. The assassin, the head instructor aboard the ship I was to board, would strike during my journey. This revelation transformed my planned departure into a deadly game of survival.
Fear might have paralyzed others, but I was determined to take action. With careful precision, I devised a plan to turn the tables on my would-be assassin. Through covert channels, I acquired weapons and tools, smuggling them into the supply cargo destined for the temple ship. Each item was selected for its lethality and concealability, ensuring I and possible retainers would be prepared for any confrontation.
As the day of departure loomed, I spent endless hours strategizing. The temple ship was a fortress of discipline and secrecy, but it was also a stage for my audacious plan. I needed allies, recruits who shared my resolve and could be trusted in the heat of battle. Though I had yet to identify them, I knew they would be crucial to my survival.
On the morning of my departure, the air was thick with tension. I dressed in the formal attire of a noble, my mind racing with the steps of my plan. Each movement, each word I spoke was calculated to maintain my façade. My siblings watched with narrowed eyes, their ambitions barely concealed beneath polite smiles.
At the shuttle bay, the robust craft awaited, its engines humming with anticipation. The crew, oblivious to the deadly game at play, went about their duties with practiced efficiency. I paused at the base of the ramp, taking a final look at the towering edifice of House Griseax. The legacy of my father, the ambitions of my siblings, and the deadly contract on my life all weighed heavily on my mind.
With a deep breath, I ascended the ramp and entered the shuttle. The hatch sealed shut behind me with a metallic hiss, cutting off my connection to the world I had known. The journey to the Callidus Assassin Temple had begun, and with it, my battle for survival.
As the shuttle’s engines roared to life and we lifted off, I felt a surge of determination. The path ahead was fraught with peril, but I was ready. With my wits sharp and my resolve unyielding, I prepared to face the trials to come. The game was set, and I was determined to emerge victorious, no matter the cost.
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