To the Heir of Hrothgar

My Son,

I write you this message on my way to a world known as Small Hammer. I don't expect you to know it by name. It is not one of our worlds. We have no business there. But yet it is a place that calls to me all the same. There are artifacts there of great power. Items that can be used to add to our fortune and glory, to truly make our house one of the greats once more.

You will have questions, I know. Why I left without telling you. Why I kept so much of what truly went on in our business from you. In truth, my hope was that you would be greater than I. That whatever I found would permit it so that you would never have to know the back channel dealings and questionable practices I had to employ. But know that those things were, and still are, necessary to keep our house alive. When the great house Thorin split in the ages of the great Heresy, Ours was not the ones who left with great riches. We had ships, and many items of value, but not the crowns and wealth that befell other houses. And so deals had to be struck, and bargains made to ensure that of the new houses, ours would be the one on top.

The ones who call themselves the Syndicate were not always so… nefarious. In another time, they were merely black market traders and smugglers. In the last few decades though, they have become bold. Brazen. And my trust in them wanes with ever new orbit around sol. Which is all the more reason to find the artifacts. To find the riches. To eliminate any dependence we may have.

This trip is dangerous. Of that I have no doubt. But I believe the old saying is "One must risk it, to get the biscuit". As such, I could not bring you with me, or even alert you as to the nature of my trip. Eyes are upon us. Watching us. Waiting to steal whatever we find out from under us. Even now, the rival houses try to steal our research and technology. So I slipped out in secret.

But I leave you this message as my journey starts, in the hopes that you will never find it. For if it does, it means I have likely died. Know that it was in service and glory of our house. ANd if you be strong enough, and dedicated enough, Find where I left off. And continue what your Father and Lord of Hrothgar began. Make the lesser houses tremble at our name. Make all the imperium stand in awe of our house.

Make. Them. Fear. Us.

( attached is a charted flight plan where the next stop is a beacon signature rather than a specific set of coordinates )

My Son,

I write you this message on my way to a world known as Small Hammer. I don't expect you to know it by name. It is not one of our worlds. We have no business there. But yet it is a place that calls to me all the same. There are artifacts there of great power. Items that can be used to add to our fortune and glory, to truly make our house one of the greats once more.

You will have questions, I know. Why I left without telling you. Why I kept so much of what truly went on in our business from you. In truth, my hope was that you would be greater than I. That whatever I found would permit it so that you would never have to know the back channel dealings and questionable practices I had to employ. But know that those things were, and still are, necessary to keep our house alive. When the great house Thorin split in the ages of the great Heresy, Ours was not the ones who left with great riches. We had ships, and many items of value, but not the crowns and wealth that befell other houses. And so deals had to be struck, and bargains made to ensure that of the new houses, ours would be the one on top.

The ones who call themselves the Syndicate were not always so… nefarious. In another time, they were merely black market traders and smugglers. In the last few decades though, they have become bold. Brazen. And my trust in them wanes with ever new orbit around sol. Which is all the more reason to find the artifacts. To find the riches. To eliminate any dependence we may have.

This trip is dangerous. Of that I have no doubt. But I believe the old saying is "One must risk it, to get the biscuit". As such, I could not bring you with me, or even alert you as to the nature of my trip. Eyes are upon us. Watching us. Waiting to steal whatever we find out from under us. Even now, the rival houses try to steal our research and technology. So I slipped out in secret.

But I leave you this message as my journey starts, in the hopes that you will never find it. For if it does, it means I have likely died. Know that it was in service and glory of our house. ANd if you be strong enough, and dedicated enough, Find where I left off. And continue what your Father and Lord of Hrothgar began. Make the lesser houses tremble at our name. Make all the imperium stand in awe of our house.

Make. Them. Fear. Us.

( attached is a charted flight plan where the next stop is a beacon signature rather than a specific set of coordinates )

 

To the Heir of Hrothgar

O Father Where Art Thou? pirojester pirojester