The Sundered Reach

Four years ago the warp routes closed. Nothing has come in since. Nothing has gone out.

An eight-hundred-system charter zone on the Imperium’s edge, cut off behind a warp storm, held together by a Rogue Trader who never wanted the job and an Inquisitor nobody can verify.

There is no relief fleet. There is no Astropathic traffic. Whatever happens in the Reach now happens without witnesses, and everyone in it has worked that out.


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The powers

Records


A slow-burn narrative campaign. Roughly one game a month. Everything that happens on the table happens here.