Please accept my sincerest apologies for not messaging you sooner. I have been quite preoccupied with these endeavors you have commended to me. My time with the Orthesian crew has been both enlightening and disillusioning. For the most part, they seem softhearted and blind. However, several of the officers have impressed me somewhat. We have arrived at the planet Nephael, and having made my combat training plainly manifest, our most esteemed Orthesian Heir requested my presence on the surface.
It is sickening. The air. The sunlight. Solid ground beneath my feet. It was all I could do not to regurgitate every meal I’ve eaten on this retched rock. The void looms as always, beckoning. I long to dive again into it’s turbulent blackness.
There is a building here, the Librarium. Supposedly filled with artifacts, relics and other antiquaries. The place is well guarded and warded at that. I don’t believe I would be able to enter unscathed. The people here put on a show of respect, acquiescing to any minor request, but I don’t think there will be anything of significance we can get out of them without resorting to more extreme measures.
We were approached by one man, a leader of one of the districts here, a Tyrus Moulde, who requested our help. I sensed something about the man, something subtle, but I believe he had information that would have helped our mission. Unfortunately, the man is no more. He had an unfortunate encounter with a group of demons. Khorne’s thralls, I believe. I was hoping to avoid such a meeting, yet I made quick work of them. You would be proud. They had subjugates with them, proclaimants of Zerathan. . .the name tugs at my memories, yet I cannot recall.
We found a recording Moulde had left before the demons gutted him. The man was clearly driven mad by something. A “flood before the drowning”. One of the crew—a strange, mad, little thing—also spoke of “worlds drowning” after speaking to a pillar. . .I will dig further into this as I have opportunity.
We have now been led to the other side of the planet in search of more ruins. I will write you again once we have completed the search.
P.S. I still have seen no sign of your “acquaintance”, though I am ever watchful.