Per Ardua Ad Astra
Here be dragons.
“Aye, me hearties, just sit right back and you’ll hear a tale, a tale of a fateful trip, that started from this stellar port, aboard a mighty ship…”
It is the 41st millennium. On far-off Terra, the Emperor sits upon the Golden Throne, a corpse god reigning over an empire of over a hundred thousand worlds teeming with trillions of humans, living their daily lives, looking up to the stars.
You are not among the unwashed masses. With warrant of trade in hand, you possess a freedom no mere citizen can imagine. The stars so distant to them are yours to explore, to travel, to conquer.
You are a Rogue Trader – and his faithful crew – and your ambition knows no bounds.