The Inquisition Chronicles
The following is a collection of missions undertaken by Agents of the Inquisition to purge followers of Daimondom in the glory of the Veiled Goddess.
Inquisitor Adolphus
| Orders from Jessica Gildre | |
| Official Documentation of the Offices of the Grand Inquisitor
The Offices of the Grand Inquisitor Jessica Gildre charges Inquisitor Adolphus with the investigation of possible necromancy in the vicinity of Avengmil and Ardmore. Inquisitor Adolphus, report your findings to the Inquisition upon completion. "There is no such thing as innocence, only degrees of guilt." Official Documentation of the Offices of the Grand Inquisitor | |
| Jessica Gildre | |
| Roleplay from Adolphus Schwarzherzig | |
| Adolphus raised an eyebrow as cartloads of corpses were dumped in his camp. Apparently, the Grand Templar's men had hoped to test his fortitude with the most disgusting, rotted, bloated bits of flesh they could find. He smiled grimly. It would take a lot more than that to make him squeamish. His cursed bloodline had seen worse than this, caused worse than this, and he'd be damned if a little rot got to him.
"Strip them, take note of physical characteristics, and any anomalies. I am going to ensure no more shenanigans occur. I will have answers." Adolphus said, his tone detached, and he came to a sudden stop. "Funny. Several of them bear the coat of arms of Caelint upon their gear and clothing. I wonder what else we'll find." | |
| Adolphus Schwarzherzig | |
| Roleplay from Adolphus Schwarzherzig | |
| "Finally..." Adolphus muttered. A simple formality, assuming command of an investigation, and met with fierce resistance. Couldn't they just understand all he wanted to do was his damned job?
"Templars, and their touchy pride." he mumbled under his breath. He didn't care about any of that, he just wanted to be an effective instrument. He stalked the battlefield, organizing men and carts, as the wights were stripped of their gear, and the bodies examined before being carted off to be burnt. He made a beeline to where the Grand Templar's men had been, and noticed with a tinge of disgust, some of the dead had been burnt before examination. The fires were guttering out, and he poked one of his swords through the ashes, and dragged it back out. "By Obeah..." he gasped. "Get 6 men, all of the Inquisiton. Bring them here, now!" he barked at his scribe. | |
| Adolphus Schwarzherzig | |
