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A Smoke, A Chat, a Fond Evening by Doctor_Mayhem for ravelsquadespresso
Fandoms: Warhammer 40.000: Rogue Trader (Video Game), Warhammer 40.000
30 Nov 2025
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Amanar von Valancius finds herself in a memory- or is it reality? The walls seem thin, closing in on her, yet echoing the giggles of the crowd. With an exhaustive look upon her face, she seeks solace in a place not entirely her own. And what better way to spend the evening than with the one she cares for most?
Abel Hanuemann and the Rogue Trader share an evening of the finest.
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A Matter of Perspective by Avast109 for Doctor_Mayhem
Fandoms: Warhammer 40.000, Warhammer 40.000: Rogue Trader (Video Game)
29 Nov 2025
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Rouge trader Maddox Von Valancius has been is lost in the trance/agony which afflicted Abelard in Commorragh. Due to the warp event, Maddox now experiences commorragh through Abelard’ s pov, on a mission through Commorragh to find Maddox and the other companions.
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The story goes: Caleb, a fresh-faced farm boy from Igrathad, moved to Rosohna ten years previously to achieve his dream of owning a bookstore. With a little family money from his parents’ untimely deaths and the sale of their farm, he rented a storefront and set up shop here in the Gallimaufry district.
Of course, he shouldn’t have let himself get so comfortable.
It’s mid-afternoon on a mild Conthsen and Caleb is reading behind the counter when the bell chimes above the door and an altogether too familiar face walks in: Essek Thelyss.
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As one of the Empire’s deep undercover Volstrucker, Caleb Widogast warms the beds of Taskhands, Lens secretaries, and wives of government officials to get any advantage over the Dynasty he can. But when he needs more information than the scientist informant Essek Thelyss is giving him, he finds his usual charms don’t cut it. A chance meeting in a bookstore offers him a different way in.
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07 Oct 2023
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The blooming twyre dizzies, but the point of touch is grounding.
His words, still, come clouded and vague, “This has happened before.”
“Not like this,” Artemy’s voice is rough and curt. Hopeful again. “You never stayed.”
He blinks. “I can’t stay. It’s not how this works.”
[Or; Daniil starts remembering.]