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	~~''"~~Run away, hide away,''		{{Topquote\|Run away, hide away,"<br>"Captain Cutthroat's out to play.\|Nursery rhyme from Oestala V}}

	~~''Captain Cutthroat~~'s ~~out to play"''~~		Near the edge of the [[Halo Zone]], where the dim light of stars flickers weakly in the deepening darkness, one may find the ill-omened star system only known as the Marauder's Grave.

	~~-Nursery rhyme from Oestala V~~		Lit by dully shining twin stars, Marauder's Grave was once home to an unknown xenos empire in the distant past, their only remaining testament being eroded ruins laying scattered on the lifeless, poisoned world of Upas in the cold outer reaches of the system. There are two more planets orbiting the twin stars, a yet nameless gas giant surrounded by rings of dust and a small, freezing world with a thin atmosphere of corrosive gas and the remnants of a sturdy [[Ork]] settlement, but no signs of life otherwise.

			It is not these planets of dubious value for which the system is known, however. In the inward regions of the star system, amidst dust clouds impenetrable to telescope and auspex alike lies a cosmic graveyard, a resting place for voidships both ancient and young, be they of [[xenos]] or [[human]] design. Garbled distress signals echo across the cloud of drifting hulks, and the flickers of plasma engines and comatose machine spirits fill the auger readings of anyone who enters this realm of the dead.

	-~~---~~		At the heart of the cloud, five vessels stand out- a fleet of heretical design and dark history. These ships once played a crucial part in thrusting the [[Oestalan Sector]] into darkness and destruction after it has been engulfed by the Warp storm millennia ago.

	~~Near the edge of the Halo Zone, where the dim light of stars flickers weakly in the deepening darkness, one may find the ill-omened star system only known as the Marauder's Grave.~~		Led by the heavy cruiser Cutthroat's Prize, this [[Chaos]] Reaver fleet preyed on the defenseless planets of the Oestalan sector in the years of darkness and isolation from the Imperium, bringing misery and destruction in its wake everywhere, seemingly unhindered by the raging Warp storms that made travel impossible to all else.

	Lit by dully shining twin stars, Marauder's Grave was once home to an unknown xenos empire in the distant past, their only remaining testament being eroded ruins laying scattered on the lifeless, poisoned world of Upas in the cold outer reaches of the system.
	There are two more planets orbiting the twin stars, a yet nameless gas giant surrounded by rings of dust and a small, freezing world with a thin atmosphere of corrosive gas and the remnants of a sturdy Ork settlement, but no signs of life otherwise.


	It is not these planets of dubious value for which the system is known, however. In the inward regions of the star system, amidst dust clouds impenetrable to telescope and auspex alike lies a cosmic graveyard, a resting place for voidships both ancient and young, be they of xenos or human design. Garbled distress signals echo across the cloud of drifting hulks, and the flickers of plasma engines and comatose machine spirits fill the auger readings of anyone who enters this realm of the dead.

	At the heart of the cloud, five vessels stand out- a fleet of heretical design and dark history. These ships once played a crucial part in thrusting the Oestalan Sector into darkness and destruction after it has been engulfed by the Warp storm millennia ago.


	Led by the heavy cruiser Cutthroat's Prize, this Chaos Reaver fleet preyed on the defenseless planets of the Oestalan sector in the years of darkness and isolation from the Imperium, bringing misery and destruction in its wake everywhere, seemingly unhindered by the raging Warp storms that made travel impossible to all else.

	Yet in an ironic twist of fate, the name and true likeness of the bloodthirsty leader of this fleet has been lost: The surviving cultures of the Oestalan Sector only know him as the Cutthroat Captain of distant legend, He Who Descends From The Dark Sky, to wreak terrible havoc upon worlds and enslave those who do not fall to the blades of his men or have their blood spilled upon perverse altars dedicated to thirsting gods, and many a child grows up fearing him as the bogeyman of dark nightmares.		Yet in an ironic twist of fate, the name and true likeness of the bloodthirsty leader of this fleet has been lost: The surviving cultures of the Oestalan Sector only know him as the Cutthroat Captain of distant legend, He Who Descends From The Dark Sky, to wreak terrible havoc upon worlds and enslave those who do not fall to the blades of his men or have their blood spilled upon perverse altars dedicated to thirsting gods, and many a child grows up fearing him as the bogeyman of dark nightmares.
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	What fate befell 'Captain Cutthroat' and his nightmarish fleet is ultimately unknown. Only the drifting Reaver hulks could shed light on this dark mistery, but those few who found their way to the Marauder's Grave and dared board them only whisper of distant screams of torment echoing across the airless corridors, and blood that still seems fresh dripping down the rusted bulkheads...		What fate befell 'Captain Cutthroat' and his nightmarish fleet is ultimately unknown. Only the drifting Reaver hulks could shed light on this dark mistery, but those few who found their way to the Marauder's Grave and dared board them only whisper of distant screams of torment echoing across the airless corridors, and blood that still seems fresh dripping down the rusted bulkheads...

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1d4chan>Geza at 22:42, 10 September 2013

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	It is not these planets of dubious value for which the system is known, however. In the inward regions of the star system, amidst dust clouds impenetrable to telescope and auspex alike lies a cosmic graveyard, a resting place for voidships both ancient and young, be they of xenos or human design. Garbled distress signals echo across the cloud of drifting hulks, and the flickers of plasma engines and comatose machine spirits ~~flicker on~~ the auger readings of anyone who enters this realm of the dead.		It is not these planets of dubious value for which the system is known, however. In the inward regions of the star system, amidst dust clouds impenetrable to telescope and auspex alike lies a cosmic graveyard, a resting place for voidships both ancient and young, be they of xenos or human design. Garbled distress signals echo across the cloud of drifting hulks, and the flickers of plasma engines and comatose machine spirits fill the auger readings of anyone who enters this realm of the dead.

	At the heart of the cloud, five vessels stand out- a fleet of heretical design and dark history. These ships once played a crucial part in thrusting the Oestalan Sector into darkness and destruction after it has been engulfed by the Warp storm millennia ago.		At the heart of the cloud, five vessels stand out- a fleet of heretical design and dark history. These ships once played a crucial part in thrusting the Oestalan Sector into darkness and destruction after it has been engulfed by the Warp storm millennia ago.

1d4chan>Geza at 22:26, 10 September 2013

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	"Run away, hide away		''"Run away, hide away,''
	Captain Cutthroat's out to play"
			''Captain Cutthroat's out to play"''

	-Nursery rhyme from Oestala V		-Nursery rhyme from Oestala V

	Near the edge of the Halo Zone, where ~~Oestalan space seems even darker than seems possible and~~ the stars ~~are scarce and dim is~~ the ill-omened star system only known as the Marauder's Grave.
	Lit by dully shining twin stars, Marauder's Grave was once home to an unknown xenos empire in the distant past, their only remaining testament being eroded ruins laying scattered ~~upon~~ the lifeless, poisoned world of Upas in the cold outer reaches of the system.		----

			Near the edge of the Halo Zone, where the dim light of stars flickers weakly in the deepening darkness, one may find the ill-omened star system only known as the Marauder's Grave.

			Lit by dully shining twin stars, Marauder's Grave was once home to an unknown xenos empire in the distant past, their only remaining testament being eroded ruins laying scattered on the lifeless, poisoned world of Upas in the cold outer reaches of the system.
	There are two more planets orbiting the twin stars, a yet nameless gas giant surrounded by rings of dust and a small, freezing world with a thin atmosphere of corrosive gas and the remnants of a sturdy Ork settlement, but no signs of life otherwise.		There are two more planets orbiting the twin stars, a yet nameless gas giant surrounded by rings of dust and a small, freezing world with a thin atmosphere of corrosive gas and the remnants of a sturdy Ork settlement, but no signs of life otherwise.

	It is not these planets of dubious value for which the system is known, however. In the inward regions of the star system, amidst dust clouds impenetrable to telescope and auspex alike lies a cosmic graveyard, a resting place for voidships both ancient and young, be they of xenos or human design. Garbled distress signals echo across the cloud of drifting hulks, and the flickers of plasma engines and comatose machine spirits flicker on the auger readings of anyone who enters this realm of the dead~~: the Marauder's Grave~~.
			It is not these planets of dubious value for which the system is known, however. In the inward regions of the star system, amidst dust clouds impenetrable to telescope and auspex alike lies a cosmic graveyard, a resting place for voidships both ancient and young, be they of xenos or human design. Garbled distress signals echo across the cloud of drifting hulks, and the flickers of plasma engines and comatose machine spirits flicker on the auger readings of anyone who enters this realm of the dead.

	At the heart of the cloud, five vessels stand out- a fleet of heretical design and dark history. These ships once played a crucial part in thrusting the Oestalan Sector into darkness and destruction after it has been engulfed by the Warp storm millennia ago.		At the heart of the cloud, five vessels stand out- a fleet of heretical design and dark history. These ships once played a crucial part in thrusting the Oestalan Sector into darkness and destruction after it has been engulfed by the Warp storm millennia ago.


	Led by the heavy cruiser Cutthroat's Prize, this Chaos Reaver fleet preyed on the defenseless planets of the Oestalan sector in the years of darkness and isolation from the Imperium, bringing misery and destruction in its wake everywhere, seemingly unhindered by the raging Warp storms that made travel impossible to all else.		Led by the heavy cruiser Cutthroat's Prize, this Chaos Reaver fleet preyed on the defenseless planets of the Oestalan sector in the years of darkness and isolation from the Imperium, bringing misery and destruction in its wake everywhere, seemingly unhindered by the raging Warp storms that made travel impossible to all else.
	Yet in an ironic twist of fate, the name and true likeness of the bloodthirsty leader of this fleet has been lost: The surviving cultures of the Oestalan Sector only know him as the Cutthroat Captain, He Who Descends From The Dark Sky, to wreak terrible havoc upon worlds and enslave those who do not fall to the blades of his men or have their blood spilled upon perverse altars dedicated to thirsting gods, and many a child grows up fearing this bogeyman of distant legend.
	Yet evidently, one day the raids stopped. The Cutthroat's Prize never cast its baleful shadow upon another world again, and the memory of the horrors it inflicted upon the sector faded- but not even the centuries were enough to completely wipe it away.

	What fate befell ~~this~~ 'Captain Cutthroat' and his nightmarish fleet is ultimately unknown. Only the drifting Reaver hulks ~~remain to tell the tale~~, but those few who found their way to the Marauder's Grave and dared board them only whisper of distant screams of torment echoing across the airless corridors, and blood that still seems fresh dripping down the rusted bulkheads...		Yet in an ironic twist of fate, the name and true likeness of the bloodthirsty leader of this fleet has been lost: The surviving cultures of the Oestalan Sector only know him as the Cutthroat Captain of distant legend, He Who Descends From The Dark Sky, to wreak terrible havoc upon worlds and enslave those who do not fall to the blades of his men or have their blood spilled upon perverse altars dedicated to thirsting gods, and many a child grows up fearing him as the bogeyman of dark nightmares.

			Still, one day his crusade of despair stopped without warning. The Cutthroat's Prize never cast its baleful shadow upon another world again, and the memories of the horrors it brought to the sector faded- but not even the centuries were enough to completely wipe them away.

			What fate befell 'Captain Cutthroat' and his nightmarish fleet is ultimately unknown. Only the drifting Reaver hulks could shed light on this dark mistery, but those few who found their way to the Marauder's Grave and dared board them only whisper of distant screams of torment echoing across the airless corridors, and blood that still seems fresh dripping down the rusted bulkheads...

1d4chan>Geza at 22:07, 10 September 2013

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	"Run away, hide away Captain Cutthroat's out to play!" ~~-Nursery rhyme recorded upon Oestala V~~		"Run away, hide away
			Captain Cutthroat's out to play"

	Deep within the dark depths of Oestalan space lies the star system known as the Marauder's Grave. Its twin stars dully illuminate the three planets orbiting them, once home to an unknown xenos empire whose eroded ruins still lay scattered upon the lifeless, poisoned world of Upas in the cold outer reaches of the system. The other two, a yet nameless gas giants with mighty dust rings and a small, freezing world with a thin atmosphere of corrosive gas and the remnants of a sturdy Ork settlement bear no signs of life either.		-Nursery rhyme from Oestala V

	~~But it~~ is ~~not these planets of dubious value for which~~ the system is known, ~~but~~ the ~~graveyard that lies inward~~, in the ~~middle regions~~ of the system, ~~sitting amidst~~ dust ~~clouds impenetrable to eye~~ and ~~auspex alike~~.		Near the edge of the Halo Zone, where Oestalan space seems even darker than seems possible and the stars are scarce and dim is the ill-omened star system only known as the Marauder's Grave.
			Lit by dully shining twin stars, Marauder's Grave was once home to an unknown xenos empire in the distant past, their only remaining testament being eroded ruins laying scattered upon the lifeless, poisoned world of Upas in the cold outer reaches of the system.
			There are two more planets orbiting the twin stars, a yet nameless gas giant surrounded by rings of dust and a small, freezing world with a thin atmosphere of corrosive gas and the remnants of a sturdy Ork settlement, but no signs of life otherwise.

	It is ~~this cloud~~ of ~~wreckages~~, ~~both xenos~~ and ~~human~~, ancient and ~~recent~~, ~~where lies~~ the ~~empty~~ hulks of ~~a fleet~~ of ~~five Chaos Reaver vessels, in~~ the ~~midst of them~~ the ~~Heavy Cruiser whose name brings vague fear to~~ the ~~few surviving human civilizations living in~~ the ~~ruins~~ of the Oestalan Sector ~~to this day~~.		It is not these planets of dubious value for which the system is known, however. In the inward regions of the star system, amidst dust clouds impenetrable to telescope and auspex alike lies a cosmic graveyard, a resting place for voidships both ancient and young, be they of xenos or human design. Garbled distress signals echo across the cloud of drifting hulks, and the flickers of plasma engines and comatose machine spirits flicker on the auger readings of anyone who enters this realm of the dead: the Marauder's Grave.
			At the heart of the cloud, five vessels stand out- a fleet of heretical design and dark history. These ships once played a crucial part in thrusting the Oestalan Sector into darkness and destruction after it has been engulfed by the Warp storm millennia ago.

	~~The~~ Cutthroat's Prize, ~~as it is called, once lead~~ this Chaos fleet ~~on merciless raids, preying~~ on the defenseless planets of the Oestalan ~~Sector once it was engulfed~~ by the ~~terrible~~ Warp storms ~~milennia ago, seemingly not hindered by what~~ made it impossible ~~to traverse~~ to all else. Yet the name and true likeness of the leader of this fleet~~, which played a crucial part in thrusting the sector into darkness once it was cut off from he Imperium~~ has been lost~~, in an ironic twist of fate~~: The surviving cultures only know him as the Cutthroat Captain, He Who Descends From The Dark Sky, to wreak terrible havoc upon worlds and ~~take away~~ those who do not fall to the ~~bloodied~~ blades of his men or have their blood spilled upon perverse altars dedicated to thirsting gods, and many a child grows up fearing this bogeyman of distant legend.		Led by the heavy cruiser Cutthroat's Prize, this Chaos Reaver fleet preyed on the defenseless planets of the Oestalan sector in the years of darkness and isolation from the Imperium, bringing misery and destruction in its wake everywhere, seemingly unhindered by the raging Warp storms that made travel impossible to all else.
			Yet in an ironic twist of fate, the name and true likeness of the bloodthirsty leader of this fleet has been lost: The surviving cultures of the Oestalan Sector only know him as the Cutthroat Captain, He Who Descends From The Dark Sky, to wreak terrible havoc upon worlds and enslave those who do not fall to the blades of his men or have their blood spilled upon perverse altars dedicated to thirsting gods, and many a child grows up fearing this bogeyman of distant legend.
			Yet evidently, one day the raids stopped. The Cutthroat's Prize never cast its baleful shadow upon another world again, and the memory of the horrors it inflicted upon the sector faded- but not even the centuries were enough to completely wipe it away.

	What fate befell this Captain Cutthroat and his nightmarish fleet is unknown. Only the drifting hulks ~~of these unclean vessels~~ remain to tell the tale, ~~and~~ those few who found their way to the Marauder's Grave and dared board them whisper of distant screams of torment echoing across the airless corridors; and blood that still seems fresh dripping down the rusted bulkheads.		What fate befell this 'Captain Cutthroat' and his nightmarish fleet is ultimately unknown. Only the drifting Reaver hulks remain to tell the tale, but those few who found their way to the Marauder's Grave and dared board them only whisper of distant screams of torment echoing across the airless corridors, and blood that still seems fresh dripping down the rusted bulkheads...

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"Run away, hide away Captain Cutthroat's out to play!" -Nursery rhyme recorded upon Oestala V

Deep within the dark depths of Oestalan space lies the star system known as the Marauder's Grave. Its twin stars dully illuminate the three planets orbiting them, once home to an unknown xenos empire whose eroded ruins still lay scattered upon the lifeless, poisoned world of Upas in the cold outer reaches of the system. The other two, a yet nameless gas giants with mighty dust rings and a small, freezing world with a thin atmosphere of corrosive gas and the remnants of a sturdy Ork settlement bear no signs of life either.

But it is not these planets of dubious value for which the system is known, but the graveyard that lies inward, in the middle regions of the system, sitting amidst dust clouds impenetrable to eye and auspex alike.

It is this cloud of wreckages, both xenos and human, ancient and recent, where lies the empty hulks of a fleet of five Chaos Reaver vessels, in the midst of them the Heavy Cruiser whose name brings vague fear to the few surviving human civilizations living in the ruins of the Oestalan Sector to this day.

The Cutthroat's Prize, as it is called, once lead this Chaos fleet on merciless raids, preying on the defenseless planets of the Oestalan Sector once it was engulfed by the terrible Warp storms milennia ago, seemingly not hindered by what made it impossible to traverse to all else. Yet the name and true likeness of the leader of this fleet, which played a crucial part in thrusting the sector into darkness once it was cut off from he Imperium has been lost, in an ironic twist of fate: The surviving cultures only know him as the Cutthroat Captain, He Who Descends From The Dark Sky, to wreak terrible havoc upon worlds and take away those who do not fall to the bloodied blades of his men or have their blood spilled upon perverse altars dedicated to thirsting gods, and many a child grows up fearing this bogeyman of distant legend.

What fate befell this Captain Cutthroat and his nightmarish fleet is unknown. Only the drifting hulks of these unclean vessels remain to tell the tale, and those few who found their way to the Marauder's Grave and dared board them whisper of distant screams of torment echoing across the airless corridors; and blood that still seems fresh dripping down the rusted bulkheads.