<div class="floatleft">(http://www.tinas-private-gummiwelt.com/shop/images/product_images/popup_images/310_1.jpg)</div><br/><strong>Name:</strong>Game Master<br/><strong>Position:</strong>Astartes Arbites<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Precinct 0-23, Middle Hive<br/><strong>Case File:</strong>All<br/><strong>Investigators:</strong>All<br/><br/>Sister Margaret regarded the man who spoke so openly.  Those porcelain features failed to even react to the bold words and their meaning.  Instead she only turned to see the reaction of the other.  A smug smile touched her lips when the woman spoke and her legs move to cross in the opposite direction as if her mind had changed.  Her other hand now came forward so that she could remove one black glove and then another.  White hands that seemed too white to be hers flexed before them with blood red nails.  No jewelry adorned her long digits, but in truth she needed none as the nails themselves seemed not just blood red but crafted of rubies.  Then her nails pushed down on the steel table and dragged, a painful screech sounding across the walls.  Her hand lifted upward to her lips so a swift rush of air from her painted lips while below were four neat scars on the metal surface.<br/><br/>“Fear is good detective, but misplaced.  Why should you have anything to fear from the Sisters?  We only hunt the heretic and, “she let the sentence hang unfinished for a moment as she knew that each would know the last part, “the witch.”  Those eyes shifted over toward the figure of Rhianna.  “Do you think the detective here knows of any witches in this room?  Or perhaps you do child.”  The smug lips turned more into a sneer again before she knocked the metal table and the chains of the book rattled.<br/><br/>“I have come here to take Accalia from you and leave you with other mystery detectives.  This girl is not the first of her kind though she was among the most promising.  Long have we watched the blood lines and families of the Saints.  Long have we seen the rise and fall of their houses, watched the legendary feats of their offspring and what is left behind.  Faith is a matter of knowledge and teaching, but the blood of the Saints holds something more potent.  We sought to breed this, to craft this gift into the body of a chosen few.  Accalia was one of those chosen.”<br/><br/>A hand moved forward to softly stroke the cheek of the unconscious girl while the figure in black stood.  Robes sounded as the smaller woman moved forward as if to protect the book from tumbling away.  “Promising, but her virtue is compromised like the others of this program.  Some madness has gripped them and has stolen them from us.  We might think this is our project gone awry but I do not think so.  The first we found dead, quite literally ravaged to death by the lust of men.  After that we found another having sawed through her throat with barbed wire and then a third slowly pressing her face against the cogs of a machine.  We feared madness, but the process is oddly sequenced.”<br/><br/>“There is one I have kept hidden and he will be my proof.  Were we to fetch him then whatever has seduced our children away would seek him out.  I give you this mystery and task, from which you may gain a favor from us.  Does this sound agreeable?”<br/>