Inquisitor Travor, Ordo Sepulturum

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It began in the Malfian region... the mining moons were slowly going silent. No more minerals, no more daily reports... just deathly silence and static. News of this reached me via my contacts that this might be more than the pirates that the local governor assured us was the cause. His claims to have it in hand, just before another fell quiet were too placating.

I drafted the services of a near-by Rogue Trader that I (somewhat) trusted and, using the guise of enterprise, we managed to enter the mining belt to analyse the quality of the ores across the different moons. During our investigation of the third moon, if you can call something the size of a small asteroid a moon, it became clear that it was no pirates; but the work of heretics. The local governor had become enthralled by the powers of Nurgle and was slowly turning each mine into a festering nursery for Plague Zombies.

Full details of the action will follow, but we managed to extract ourselves, along with a portion of the local Guard and uninfected population that have since accompanied me in my harassment of the fleeing filth. The Grey Knights were called in to purge the site shortly before the Terminus Est arrived... no doubt expecting a restock of zombies.

We still pursue the former Governor, decades later... we fear what he is up to now... the experiments that we have found over the recent years have included heresies of all kinds, including Xenos interactions, cult uprisings and even time anomalies. While these are all highly disturbing, it has also brought us into contact with allies of all kinds; some of whom would have me terminated for heresies of my own...

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