StartingEvent P1

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MarazhaiMarazhai takes his eyes off the exit and looks at you. The contorted mask of battle rage slides from his face, and he sheathes his blades. "If your lackeys have seen enough of the show, I have business to discuss with you, [Name]."
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StarTime seems to stand still when you enter. Figures cast in shadow, huddled against the walls, turn to you — everyone except the few standing frozen in the middle of the room with weapons in their hands.
YOU"What is going on?"
Marazhai"Not all your lackeys are well trained, [Name]. As soon as I crossed the threshold of this squalid hole, I was forced to take up arms."
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Heinrix"I am merely doing my job, [Name]." Heinrix's voice drips with sarcastic venom. "I have not heard you officially declare yourself the protector of this xenos, and so the Ordo is fully within its rights to act!"
Argenta"The abomination that you have allowed into the ranks of your companions must die. This is His will and my duty, Rogue Trader." Argenta's eyes burn with a frenzied, incinerating fire.
Ulfar"Ho there! I decided to unwind by chasing this stringy xenos across the ceiling! Join me, Aett-Vater!"
YOU"Who started this?"
MarazhaiMarazhai chuckles hoarsely. "I do not care about your lackeys, [Name]. But they do seem to care about me. The mon-keigh do not know their place in your circle. A pitiful spectacle."
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HeinrixThe air around Heinrix seems to crackle with cold. He is grimacing and spitting blood, clearly in pain from a bruise on his cheekbone. "Pretty quick for carrion..."
ArgentaArgenta is panting, but her weapon is steadily trained on Marazhai. "May Thy will fortify my hand, may my faith in Thee grant me strength..."
UlfarUlfar's rumbling malicious laughter echoes off the lair's ceiling. "A nimble pest, aren't you? You could have surrendered without a fight — I would have snapped your neck and spared you torment. But you chose to die more painfully..."
MarazhaiDespite his proud stance, Marazhai is clearly struggling to stay upright. His armour is battered and chipped in places, and his twisted face is marred with bloody streaks. "Closer, mon-keigh... closer, if you are so eager to know the caress of my blades..."
MarazhaiMarazhai, whose armour is dented in a few places, lets out a guttural laugh. "What are you waiting for? It is about time we finished our little dance!"
MarazhaiMarazhai lightly brandishes his blades, laughing mockingly in his opponent's face. "I can continue dancing with you for a long, long time... but I am growing weary of your pathetic attempts."