+++ The Cult of the Hollow Thorne is one of the oldest Cults of the Green Man. It has risen to great numbers recently, as the search for illumination, cure and oracular statements has increased dramatically among citizens of the Imperium. Its origination story has been lost in cult myth, but according to the fabled […]
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When Iron Sleet first launched our Inq28 universe Ynqvisitor in 2020, we introduced Venus as a planet for the Imperial upper-class. A world of unfathomably large family palaces, their countless servants and a planet-wide network of floating cloud canals interconnected with lesser villas (still the size of entire cities), Venutian gardens, sky bridges, courts and […]
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Palazzo di Vitrovii is the floating epicenter of the Vitrovian glass empire. Like a shimmering shard of vitrified rockcrete it reaches both vertically down through the dense depths of Venus’ sulfurous atmosphere and upwards into the semi-transparent haze of the planets mesosphere. Its glittering spires glowing like Vitrovian lighthouses in the Venutian sky.
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The shipmaster stood once again at the centre of the quarterdeck. His gnarled terminator armour had the colour of old dryftwoode washed ashore on some foreign and weather-beaten coast. It made him look like one of the Hollows. He was a giant among men.
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When you arrive at one of the thousand gates of Palagio di Vitrovii, you are greeted by an entourage of Vitrovii servants, who, contrary to any visitor, are not allowed to walk on the red-stained glass floors of the Glass Palace.
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Silence, but for the throb of twin hearts and a mind roaring, was absolute. Flakes of ice fell silently around the giant. Lucian of the First knelt down. And prayed. Prayed for their arrival. Safe arrival. Speedy arrival. Everything he had been told was a lie. Palleggio Monstrare, Venus M42 +++ Greetings friend, One of […]
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“Twas noontide of summer,And mid-time of night;And stars, in their orbits,Shone pale, thro’ the light Of the brighter, cold moon,‘Mid planets her slaves,Herself in the Heavens,Her beam on the waves. I gazed awhileOn her cold smile;Too cold- too cold for me- And I turned away to thee,Proud Evening Star,In thy glory afar,And dearer thy beam […]
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