Obregon Dretch

Adept, valet, and professional lackey

Name Class Rank Homeworld Experience
Obregon Dretch Adept Chump Daunton 500
WS BS S T Ag Int Per WP Fel
31 26 34 23 34 35 27 28 30
Wounds Fate Pts Corruption Insanity
11 3 0 0

SKILLS (*Untrained Basic)
Common Lore (Imperium) (Int)
Drive (Ground Vehicle) (Ag)
Scholastic Lore (Legend) (Int)
Speak Language (Low Gothic) (Int)
Trade (Valet) (Fel)

*Common Lore (Imperial Creed, Imperium, War) (Int)
*Literacy (Int)
*Speak Language (High Gothic) (Int)

**Forbidden Lore (all) -5

Pistol Training (SP)
Int 1

Stub revolver (106): 1d10+3 (I), pen 0, S/-/-, reliable, 30m
Flintlock Pistol (20): 1d10+2 (I), pen 0, prim., unrel., inacc., 15m

Flak Vest (chest 3)

Administratum robes
Auto-affigus (red)



Obregon Dretch is a humble and ordinary character, with a servant’s ability to go unnoticed in plain sight. His bearing changes between reserved poise and shameless simpering depending on the situation. He conceals his own survival instincts behind the guise of a simpleminded and effete servant, and his servant’s robes and ridiculous flintlock pistol are a deliberate part of this guise. He is of modest height, with an unimpressive physique and a receding hairline.

Dretch comes from a long and undistinguished line of menservants, chambermaids, butlers and floor-scrubbers. His great potential was realized in the form of Administratum training, opening up new vistas of professional servitude. As a scribe, manservant, or administrative assistant he did menial work for a number of minor bureaucrats in the planetary government. His capacity for inoffensiveness slowly but inevitably brought him to the service of a particularly useless member of the planetary nobility, House Korba.

It was in this capacity that he crossed paths with the Inquisition, and he did what any loyal servant would do in such a situation: he rolled over, informed, and absconded with numerous documents which led to the purging of many of the Korba for heresy. Following these trials and executions, he was the only one unsurprised to end up on the Interrogator’s ship, among his servants and acolytes. It seemed he just happened to be there, standing politely by in the background, ready as always to be of service. It is unknown whether the Interrogator sees the potential concealed by this acolyte, or simply does not care one way or another.

Obregon Dretch

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