Transcript of a heretical text written by the Cultist Gol, detailing a meeting of the Chaos Lord Morax and his Sorcerer Zharesh following the successful ambush and annihilation of the Chaplain Varnus' convoy.

At the eighteenth hour, the guns fell silent. The Emperor's lapdogs, thirty three in all, lay broken before the Champions of the Dark Ones. Their ancient Dreadnought fell to the ground and a great cheer erupted amongst the Legion. Lord Morax gave the order that the bodies be stripped of arms and set aflame, so as to better please the Dark Gods and deny the geneseed from the Emperor's foul servants.

When this was done, Warp-Blessed Zharesh consulted the Changer of Ways and gave news to our master: "My Lord, loyalist reinforcements will be arriving in this area at any moment. It would not be wise for us to linger here any longer."

"I must agree. Make ready to march, all of you," Morax dictated and the Legion began to make preparations to fade back into the night. "And the Space Marine Chaplain?" Morax continued, turning towards the great Sorcerer, "What of him? I did not see his corpse numbered amongst the dead."

"He and eleven of his fellows slipped through our net and evaded pursuit," Zharesh answered, "A pity, claiming him would have dealt a harsh blow to Loyalist morale."

"Perhaps," Morax replied with a hiss, "But that man fought well."

Zharesh's red eyes narrowed, surveying his Lord carefully. "You sensed it too? The hatred... the fury... the lurking despair."

Morax nodded and licked his upper lip with his pointed tongue. "It does not take a Psyker to realize that Chaos whispers in his heart, even if he refuses to listen. He feels the truth every time he thirsts for our blood... To bring about a schism in the ranks of the Oathkeepers would serve our purposes well. He is not quite unlike you were once, brother."

"Do not remind me," Zharesh answered, "It is an agony greater than anything Grandfather Nurgle could conceive of to even be on the same planet as that foul Inquisitor."

"We shall claim him soon enough," Morax replied, "As for the Chaplain... Perhaps we may speak to Sarados of this matter. Already, I am very intrigued."

Conversation between Octavius Drakonis and Claudius Varnus, following his safe arrival at the St. Marika Monastery, as recorded by Yaz.

Claudius: "Betrayal!"

Octavius: "Who do you believe has betrayed who, Brother Chaplain?

Claudius: "I know not. But by the Emperor, I shall soon find out! How else could the convoy been intercepted? We took every precaution! And now Brother Artimas is dead, one of the most ancient and venerable Dreadnoughts in the entire Chapter! And thirty two of our Battle Brothers lie with him! We cannot simply ignore this!"

Octavius: "No one in the Company can be accused of ignoring the presence of a Chaos Legion. Brother Aetos is already tracking the Alpha Legion Marines that came upon you."

Claudius: "And if the Company itself has been penetrated by Warp Heresy?"

Octavius: "I do not suspect a single member of our Chapter of treachery. However, if this is your judgement as our Chaplain, then you are of course entitled to conduct whatever inquiries you feel are appropriate. Tell me, are you going to bring these concerns to our Brother-Captain?"

[Yaz here noted a moment's hesitation]

Claudius: "I intend to fully."

Octavius: "Very good. I'm certain he would be quite anxious to hear your concerns. But please remember, Claudius, that we are brothers. If there is indeed treachery in our ranks, then it will be rooted out. But nevertheless, only by standing together can the Emperor's light shine upon this planet once more."

Claudius: "I shall heed your words, Brother Librarian. The investigation will begin at once."