I must record the events of this day, if only to document the insufferable arrogance of the Blood Wolves Chapter and their supposedly sacred "traditions." My attempt to acquire one of their war beasts for proper Imperial study has been met with both failure and humiliation, though I maintain it is they who should be ashamed.
The premise was simple enough. My authority as an Inquisitor Lord should have superseded their chapter customs. The Beast Master was obviously politically adept enough not to openly refuse my request to participate in their selection ritual, though I noted his barely concealed disdain.
They brought forth their finest specimen - a massive beast they called "Shadow's Grace," supposedly of their purest bloodline. The creature's augmented frame and obvious genetic enhancement spoke to considerable technological investment. I had already prepared detailed plans for proper Imperial research protocols once it was in my possession.
The ritual chamber was thick with incense, and their Chaplains insisted on performing various supposedly sacred rites before the selection could begin. I endured their primitive ceremonies, confident in my own psychic abilities and natural authority to ensure the beast's compliance.
When the moment came, I stepped forward with proper Imperial dignity, expecting the beast to recognize my superior status and rightful authority. Instead, the creature... *record note: amended after medical treatment* ...the creature not only rejected me but did so in the most humiliating way possible.
It was not, I must stress, an attack. That I could have dealt with. Instead, the beast quite deliberately turned its back, lifted its leg, and urinated on my Inquisitorial robes. The sound of hastily suppressed laughter from the observing Blood Wolves did not go unnoticed.
The Beast Master had the sheer audacity to suggest that this was, in fact, a clear sign that "the beast had made its choice." The Chaplain standing witness commented that it was "the most decisive rejection he'd seen in three centuries."
I hereby recommend a full investigation into the Blood Wolves' war beast program. Their creatures are clearly not being properly indoctrinated in respect for Imperial authority. Furthermore, these "selection rituals" should be placed under direct Inquisitorial oversight to prevent future incidents of this nature.
Addendum: The cleaning bill for my robes is attached to this report. I expect full reimbursement from Chapter resources.
[Several paragraphs of protocol citations follow, apparently added after the incident]
Personal Note: The Beast Master's comment that "even our beasts can smell hubris" was clearly intended as an insult. This should be noted for future reference.
THOUGHT FOR THE DAY: Authority comes from the Emperor, not from base creatures.
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