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Vindicari Grim is a Navigator played by Linux Assassin in Bloodnose's In Search of Xanadu game.  He is famous for the quote ONLY HE and for dying hilarious after only 2 posts. 

BackgroundEdit

Vindicari Grim

1 - background Vindicari has an interesting background for a navigator; a carrier struck by exceptional performance, and plagued by black marks. During his first post on a guard ship Vindicari first impressed the captain by making a trip that would normally take 10 jumps in a mere 5, then after being asked to make a jump near the eye of terror; Vindicari flat out accused the guardsman captain of being both stupid and chaos corrupt. He escaped that with only a few broken bones, as a navigator would be required to get the ship home; and avoided court-marshal through the family's influence. However during his carrier the family has had to bail him out time and again, and unfortunately he's out of chances. Now almost 90 years old, but likely to live another 300 Vindicari will have to find other work for himself.

His record so dotted with poor history, and officially recording him as having 'personality problems unfit for anyone serving the imperium of man' Vindicari could not find work aboard an imperium vessel even if he wanted to. However, to the Tacticus he has joined, personality problems are entirely secondary to his impressive ability to traverse warpspace effectively. Doubly so when getting there faster could mean a significant difference in the money garnered.

Better still to the Tacticus, like any navigator Vindicary is a powerful mutant psyker, and has few compulsions against using his powers to further his own ends or that of the ship, catching a lie, or detecting a trap on more then one occasion has more then earned a place at the table when it comes to negotiations.


2- ship position Aboard the ship Vindicari really performs precious few; but very important functions. First and foremost, he is the ships navigator; responsible for steering the ship once they enter the warp, keeping it on course; and avoiding exposing the crew the myriad of terrors that are present there.

Secondly, when it comes time to speak with others, negotiate a contract, or sell goods Vindicari is normally close by, keeping his third eye and face hidden behind a helmet with a smoked faceplate he carefully listens to now only the conversation at hand, but the subtle language of the minds behind it- informing the captain of anything extremely prudent immediately --say perhaps the contract being a trap to loot the vessel--, and otherwise updating him later so that he can better asjust his position when requesting payment.

Finally Vindicari has developed a strange, and unhealthy, interest in all things alien. He has not gone and done anything heretical like made use of alien technology, or foul sorcery. However, when the ship encounters anything unusual that they'd like more information on Vindicari is the one who will be called upon to examine it, and come to a sugestion as to what to do with it. On one occasion which has made all of his near-heretical study worthwile, he correctly identified a piece of necron technology as being related to the Omnissiah and suggested that the techpriests of mars would offer a hefty fee for bringing it along, and that it was in fact safe to transport.

3- quarters

Vindicari's quarters are perhaps the largest on the ship with the exception of the captains, but are also consumed by a great deal of things that he uses for the ship. At any time a huge stack of data-disks will be scattered around the simple, but large desk covering whatever he was researching most recently. Dozens of paper books filled with handwritten notes in assorted stages of being copied to data-disk sit around as well. Other then the desk, and several bookshelves crammed to the brim with data disks, he has a bed which is normally kept in neat order, the bed is unique in that it he been poked and prodded over to a very high extent, mountained with extremely comfortable blankets and fine sheets with a high thread count. The cushion carefully selected from advanced foams to have the perfect hardness for Vindicari.

He has the curious addition of an 'entertainment device' and can often be found spending some of his free time playing inside the things virtual world. (I just don't picture many people in the warhammer 40k world kicking back with whatever the current incarnation of the wii is; Vindicari does however)

Set aside in one corner of the room is a simple wooden chair surrounded by crystals. Here for at least an hour a day Vindicari will sit, and focus his abilities staring deep into the warp watching the ray of hope, and assuring that his abilities are in top shape for when he must navigate the ship though similar circumstance. An identical chair with identical crystals sits in the navigation room for him.

His bathroom is lavishly filled with a myriad of equipment, scented soaps, lotions, balms and otherwise- it becomes most painfully obvious here that Vindicari is a man very concerned about his own pleasure.

The Hilarious Demise of Vindicari GrimEdit

Vindicari Grim has a Chaos VisionEdit

Vindicari loved his secret tomes, though reading them often bordered on heresy he could not help himself. One such tome he read long ago in his youth was an old human tome describing the near-sorcerous secrets of tantra. He was glad he indulged the tome, and used its skills whenever possible. This encounter was no exception. He liked being on the Tacitus, but were it not for these mind-bogglingly pleasurable encounters with the fairer sex he would likely lament about his lost honor, lost postion, and ill lot in life a great deal more. Indulging his pleasures in ways not possible aboard an empire vessel helped numb the potential pain.
The woman was eager enough, pleasing to his eyes. She had a request though- an odd one perhaps; she wanted to see his third eye. There is no harm it in; he supposed- it's not like an inquisitor is going to come storming through the door screaming about a Navigator not keeping his third eye concealed; and even if he did- what would he do, wave his finger angrily; perhaps kill the woman, but even in his disgraced state Vindicari is still a Navigator, and has the protection of his lineage and the family- he would have to so something far more shocking to have an inquisitor take action against him.
Hours pass, and his stamina wavers. Soon sleep sets upon him, he is too exhausted to consider wither or not it is a good idea to sleep where he lies. With sleep, comes dreams- and dreams are sometimes troubling...
For Bloodnose only- or potentially for anyone who is secretly a psyker and reading Vindicari's mind.... Vindicari floats in empty space, all around him is naught but chaos- it is as if he is in the warp; but he can see that he is still in normal space; this can only be one section of space; the eye of terror. His heart pounds; no navigator is meant to be here- there resistance to chaos is high; but so much of it would surely destroy him as soon as it would corrupt him. His personal demons taunt him, voices from nowhere.
"Do not fret Viondicari- for you are blessed by the gods, they offer you a world of your own; simply will it- and it is yours for the taking."
Vindicari calms, the voices have never lied to him; and they rarely speak outside of his dreams. He has not somehow appeared in the eye of terror; he is dreaming. His heart still stays elevated however, because when chaos is involved; even dreams can be dangerous- still there offers are tempting, of course they are. Who would turn down a world for themselves "And what cost would I pay for my own world?"
"No cost Vindicari, you need simply come to the eye and claim it- it will be yours upon your arrival; we have never lied to you Vindicari, you can trust us."
He scoffed "Lied you have not; this is true- but trust. Nay. There is no trusting those who seek to corrupt even by there own admission."
The voices laugh, the dyscordian tones around him echo through his dreamscape. "You are wise Vindicari grim; this is why the gods offer you such- you will be a great addition to the foces of chaos."
Do they admit that honestly, or do they seduce him with words. He does not know- but the words cut deep; his ego is perhaps his biggest target; Vindicari knows this, but he can't help but feel bolstered by the voices. "Have the gods give me something else, something smaller, but something that I don't need to go to the eye for. A sign of good faith." Vindicari grins; surely this will work out to his favor.
"You would barter with the gods Vindicari. Perhaps they will listen, what do you wish from them?"
Vindicari thought, smiling- yes, this could work in his favor. He could barter with the forces of chaos; get the knowledge he needed; he simply had to ask for something that would only benefit him, and not further bring him to chaos "Have them give me, more knoledge of sorcery."
His third eye opens up to the warp, and knowledge pours in... The voices laugh, too late he realizes; he has asked for exactly what they wanted, they knew he would not accept a world, not yet. Yet; what they want is what he wants- they are so in sync.
"Tell me demons, are you my own will's creation, or are you dancing to the will of another?"
Only silence answers him
"Answer me!"
and wakeness comes.

Vindicari twists from the bed shouting "Answer me!", and then starts, he's awake now- looking around he takes in the view. It looked so good when lust consumed him, now the truth of it sets in, he's in a hovel, same as any other. The woman is still beautiful, but was woefully inexperienced, though perhaps that is good- as he'll avoid that disease Korkis so feared. She is fast asleep. Perhaps it is best; sometimes women reconsider the act after having spent a night with him, all that prejudice about mutants and psykers coming back as a wave of guilt after the act. He's seen it before.
He heads to what passes for a washroom in the home, and washes himself- a bar of mint soap kept carefully wrapped in plastic within his clothing provides a much better scented and far more invigorating clensing then whatever the local tar-like substance would.
Dressing himself Vindicari removes some paper, a pen and an envelope from his pockets, carefully scrawling out a pleasant bit of poetry in high gothic and sealing it within the envelope, placing that on the pillow where he slept along with a few drops of lavender oil. She may not be able to read high gothic, or even read at all; but that is largely beside the point- the message will be understood he is sure. If by chance the Tactius ports here again, and it has not been too many years he will look her up again.
His mind is now filled with knowledge and ideas, but this is not the place to indulge. Dressed, rearranged, and perfumed once more Vindicari replaces the golden circlet around his head, once again shutting his third eye from the world around and deftly exits the building. He spends some time simply wandering the streets, perhaps bumping into friends again- but otherwise simply content to enjoy a walk. He purchased a gas lantern off a street vendor. Walking clear out of town, hopefully the landscape befit of human touch will be a bit more pleasant then the dirty hovels and smells of the city he finds a place to watch the horizon; and baring any radio contact telling him it's time to come back to ship watches either the sunrise or sunset- whichever is approaching. It is time for his rituals; stare into the warp; prepare for guiding the ship through it.
For bloodnose Once he has the aloneness he searches the warp for any demons, then searches the area throughly to make sure that no one else is watching- once he is sure that he is alone he takes his time, drawing a circle, spilling some salt, staring into the warp- he works sorcery and attempts to summon forth a bolter; if sucessful he'll check it out to make sure it's not deamon possessed or tainted beyond reproach; and if it's safe he'll keep it. Either way he will douse the circle and salt used with the remaining lamp oil and burn it; it's just a question of weither or not the bolter is joining the circle in the fire

Bloodnose says fuck that noiseEdit

Once Vindicari has made his way clear enough of the colony to avoid being terrorized by vagrants, the Navigator settles in for his rituals. Taking a seat on the fallow dirt of the planet's useless farmland, Vindicari draws a star of chaos into the ground with a stick, the pointed arrows being filled with his ritual salt as he speaks the ancient Gothic words sacred to so many Chaos cultists around the Galaxy. The well-dressed Navigator, smelling of the finest lavender, enters a meditative state as he prepares to call forth random objects from the Warp for his own amusement. He writhes with the power of Chaos, dulling his real senses as he peers into the Maw of Chaos, searching for a weapon. But as he does, a tremendous distraction pulls him back into reality, the roar of a colossal starship engine as it drifts down from the skies to hover just above his ritual space, the downward force from its jets blowing away his Star of Chaos from the dirt. "ULYSYS HAIL!" a tremendous voice from the crescent-shaped starship booms as the vehicle banks around, offering its port side to the Navigator, "ULYSYS HAIL!" It repeats the name again, a name all too familiar to Vindicari Grim, his real name, "ULYSYS HAIL, BY ORDER OF THE PATERNOVA OF THE NAVIS NOBILITAE, YOU ARE UNDER ARREST," a hatch begins to open on the port side of the crescent starship, revealing six colossal men, armored in the finest Ceramite in the Galaxy, gleaming like silver even in the night, "YOU HAVE TAINTED THE NAVIS NOBILITAE WITH YOUR LIES AND HERESY FOR TOO LONG," the voice continues as the six men, obviously Space Marines, dive from the open hatch, the first of their number immediately tackling Ulysys to the ground, the runes on his grey armor glowing as it nears the taint of Chaos, "If I had my way, heretic, you would burn right here and now for your crimes," a deep voice, patched through from the Knight's helmet whispers as low as it can as the armored man crushes the Navigator, "But the Novator has demanded you be brought in alive to stand trial," the massive Grey Knight pulls the Navigator from the ground effortlessly, after which two more of the men grab him by his finely-clothed arms, hauling him toward the now-landed starship,"Just be glad this is a Navis Nobilitae issue and not an Inquisitorial one, heretic," the knight on his left arm says,"You are a lucky one, lavender-boy," the other says, followed by a cruel chuckle. The Grey Knights haul him into the ship, any resistance against the Inquisitorial Space Marines is useless. A feeling of hopelessness washes over Ulysys as the hatch closes, sealing both the ship and his fate forever.

Vindicari Grim and Linux Assassin are out for heresy. A real update is coming later tonight. Feel free to resume your excellent banter.

Only HeEdit

Vindicari is tall, slender, but with well developed muscles. Short blond hair, unmarred olive skin, and the pleasant scent of lavender and rose petals around him at all times. He's be fantastically handsome, save for the effect that his myrad of years has worn upon his body. While still seeming physically young and in his 20s, his eyes have a certain disconcerning steeled look that the decades have imprinted upon them, a cold faded blue that immediately shatters what would otherwise be a visage of great physical beauty. Further marring that appearance is the third eye sitting in the middle of his forhead. While is is standard procedures for a Navigator to keep there third eye covered, Vindicari makes no attempt to keep it hidden- an ornate circlet of gold bands across his forhead, covering the third eye, with the glimmering image of the the all seeing eye, a forgotten peice of Human heritage. Garbed today in a flowing collection of brightly coloured silks with open sleves and pants; with a sturdy jacket, tiped with solid and comfortable black boots, and a pair of tight fitting thin leather gloves. While seemingly unarmed, Vindicari carries himself with that certain certainty- the certainty of someone who has the upper hand.
Stark contrast to Antihicus, Vindicari stands out; and seems to enjoy it. Then again, for his purposes blending in is the last thing he wants to do. Vindicari has come planet side with his own mission. Two of them in fact. First and foremost is his personal quest for bathing implements, and he has heard in fact that the local seawater when distilled forms a wondrous aromatic salt that is as relaxing as it is soothingly pungent. Foolish as both the average member of the empire and these locals are he can probably purchase a dozen kilograms of the precious salt for less then the cost of a meal. Salt in hand, he gently sniffed the local concoction; sold as nothing more then a remedy for pregnant womens pains and mused... If the dark eldar could stop torturing everything they met for a few moments, and the locals could be convinced to not shoot the Xenos on sight then this wretched little world would likely be a mecca of trade, richer perhaps even then mars... But only he, Vindicari Grim, possessed the true wisdom and knowledge to see the potential of this hellish world, to extract these few bags of gleaming diamond from the filth.
Vindicari looks to his traveling companion after they leave the 4'th shop and chuckels. "I like your dedication kiddo, you never stop asking questions- even if the answer is likely to be the same every time. That was an important life lesson I did not learn until I was a few years older then you. And I know I ask you this every time, and your answer is almost always the same; but what exactly are you looking for- family?"
As the bags of aromatic salt started to pile, Vindicari's gaze starts shifting from shops to the local women, he dallys on the local prostitutes enough to appreciate there assets and muses aloud "Kiddo, when you get to be half my age, you'll start to realize- years come, and years go, and the only real thing that's worth remembering are the fond days and nights spent wrapped in bliss; be in bliss of the mind, buried deep into whatever burns the intellect; bliss of the body- soaking gently in message or bath; or bliss of the spirit; and that last one, it can only be found with amorous company. There's also a 4'th bliss... but I don't think it's a topic for today."
He had spent a great deal of time drifting through space, his mind thrust wholly into the warp, he had the tools to sooth his mind, but there was a fire burning in his body, and there was only one way to quench the burning within. After scanning the local surroundings for a suitable target Vindicari approaches. His movements are swift, and his purpose firm in his mind- This one would do brilliantly; smooth alabaster skin, acceptably mature without looking haggred, pert breasts, and a wondrous appearance- Vindicari has perhaps found another diamond within this cesspool of filth.
He once again turns to Korkis "My my kiddo; take a look at that one- sends shivers down my spine just thinking about what's wondrous secrets and fantastic pleasures are barely contained by the cloth that surrounds her."
After hearing Korkis' grim predictions about disease, he shrugs and replies "Your right of course; with a body like that she's likely known the touch of a few other men- but there's also the off chance she married off young to some old rich fellow who had his way with her a few times quickly and messily and now just keeps her around as a trophy- With a body like that, any scenario is well worth the risk and the aftermath, and while any man would simply blunder across a body like hers without giving it further heed- I can give her the proper treatment deserving such an artful form."
With voice of utter confidence and dripping with obvious desire he finally says "My dear woman; Surely fate smiles upon you to grant you such; great gifts, and surely it shines on you still for me to have noticed- spend but a day with me my dear and I will show you fantastic pleasures that will stir your mind for years to come." Vindicari grins as he says this- he has utter confidence in his words; and is sure of his conquest before he even starts the statement.

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