Vox Transmissions

Fatshark's official Vox Transmission video playlist is found here.

Darktide's variety of Vox messages found on the official Fatshark Youtube channel. These are diegetic audio-logs found outside of the game. They add additional flavorful story bits or scraps of background info to add to the world-building of Darktide's characters, story, or setting.

These vox messages are often released in anticipation of an update, such as new missions, updates, or enemies. This is primarily what the Vox Intercepts serve as. The prior Vox Transmissions was a continuous story from one of Inquisitor Grendyl's Wyrmwood agents gathering intel in the lower hive levels.

Overview

Vox Transmissions (First known Wyrmwood Agent)

Prior to the Moebian 6th's invasion, an anonymous Inquisitorial agent, referred to as Wyrmwood, was sent by their master, Inquisitor Grendyl, to covertly investigate Tertium (likely the lower hive levels) for signs of Chaos or Heretic activity. Grendyl has many agents doing similar investigations all throughout the Imperium.

The agent arrived prior to the plague outbreak and subsequent betrayal of the Moebian 6th, experiencing both firsthand. The Wyrmwood agent attempted to contact the Inquisitor and his forces multiple times with no success. The responses from the Mourningstar were either "jammed, or corrupted by some perturbation of the Warp", according to Interogator Rannick's only successful attempt to respond to this Wyrmwood agent. It can be assumed these transmissions are appearing over the same timespan they were released, meaning the warband has been waging the war in Tertium for at least a year, as of writing this.

Tertium Vox Intercepts

Intercepts tend to be related to new maps and missions, being released usually a few days or week before the announced update is released.

The Traitor Curse (Carnival Wyrmwood Agent)

The second Wyrmwood agent we have heard from directly. In part one of the update introducing a new map, The Carnival, a wyrmwood agent informing the Inquisition that the Moebian Sixth are now in control of the district and implores the Inquisition take immediate action to stop this.

Timeline of Vox messages

See Also: Timeline

Listed in sequential order of release. The only questionable sequential order of events on this timeline.

The exact time these 2 events occurred isn't known:

1. The Mourningstar's arrival in the Moebian Domain and Atoma Prime
2. Wolfer's capture and escape

Timeline

Content	Event	Release Date
Vox Transmission I	(ritual activity found)	April 25, 2022
6th Fighting on Atoma
Vox Transmission II	(Moebian 6th on Atoma)	May 3, 2022
Vox Transmission III	(plague and quarantine)	May 11, 2022
Vox Transmission IV	(authorities confirm plague)	May 16, 2022
	(Moebian 6th assigned to quarantine plague)
Rejects will Rise Trailer	(Zola+Rejects+Mourningstar arrives at Atoma??)	June 1, 2022
Vox Transmission V	(plague escalating; groaners/poxxers appearing)	June 7, 2022
Vox Transmission VI	(Moebian 6th reveal themselves as traitor)	July 2, 2022
World Intro Trailer	Mourningstar arrives at Atoma?	Nov 10, 2022
Closed Beta	Rejects join warband	Nov 17-30, 2022
Wolfer Escapes
Game Launch	Rejects join warband	Nov 30, 2022
Vox Transmission VII	(The 6th are advancing killing, looting, jamming transmissions.)	Dec 7, 2022
	(Nurgle's Trojan horse into city, a vector for unholy blight/madness)
Vox Intercept I	(Melk identifies upper-class insiders aiding heretics.)	Dec 12, 2022
Patch 1.0.20 - The Signal	Throneside - Comms-Plex 154/2f	Dec 15, 2022
Vox Transmission VIII	(Wyrmwood and citizenry hiding like rats.)	Jan 6, 2023
	(Increased ritual activity)
Rejects Unite + Patch #10	Throneside - Archivum Sycorax	May 23, 2023
	Chasm Station - Ascension Riser 31
Vox Transmission IX	(Most citizens of mid/lower levels are dead.)	Sep 28, 2023
	(Warns daemons from lower hive will come.)
Vox Transmission X	(Something is hunting wyrmwood to silence her.)	Oct 10, 2023
Vox Transmission XI	(Rannick contacts wyrmwood)	Nov 4, 2023
	(Requests her location for extraction)
Vox Transmission XII	(Wyrmwood learns of Mourningstar's arrival)	Nov 9, 2023
	(The hunter finds wyrmwood & threatens Grendyl)
Part I Breakdown	(Carnival Wyrmwood warns of traitor control)	Nov 11, 2023
The Carnival
Patch 15 - Traitor Curse Part 1	The Carnival - Mercantile	Nov 14, 2023
Vanguard Bundle	Moebian 21st Gear	Nov 17, 2023
Vox Intercept II	(Zola is often planetside after Wolfer's escape.)	Nov 29, 2023
Part II Breakdown	(Carnival Wyrmwood warns of blighted stimms)	Dec 2, 2023
Traitor Curse Part 2	The Carnival - Warren 6-19	Dec 5, 2023
Vox Intercept III	(Zola encounters Rinda Karnak planetside.)	Dec 8, 2023
Vox Intercept IV	(The twins are in the Torrent.)	Dec 18, 2023
	(Wolfer orders a trap set for Orthus Offensive)
Secrets of the Machine God
Vox Intercept V	Clandestium Gloriana	Jun 22, 2024
Herald of Admonition
Vox Intercept VI	(Rinda Karnak is alive - Admonition Missive)	Aug 15, 2024

Wyrmwood Vox Transmissions (Year One)

A series of audio transmissions used as promotional content. First released prior to the beta release in 2022 and concluding about a year later just prior to the Anniversary "Carnival" update in late 2023. Voice Actor for these is Clara Corbnet and she also voices the Psyker Savant personality.

Vox Transmission I

[static/distortion]

--This is Wyrmwood. I repeat, this is Wyrmwood. This is Wyrmwood calling Mourningstar. I am using Secure Vox Encrypt Alpha Six. Mourningstar, respond and confirm. This is Wyrmwood. I repeat, this is Wyrmwood.

[static/distortion]

--Initial report begins. I have reached Atoma and am now embedded in the main hive, Tertium Prime. My presence is undetected at this time. Tell the master that he was right. There is heresy here. The signs of it are slight, as yet, but I can detect its unmistakable trace. I will compile a full report once I have conducted more thorough investigations of the situation in the hive.

[static/distortion]

--The Vox transmission signal is bad. Please, respond. The master is needed here urgently. The source of the heresy must be found and stamped out before it escalates. This is Wyrmwood, using Secure Vox Encrypt Alpha Six--

[static/transmission terminates]

Vox Transmission II

[static/distortion]

This is Wyrmwood calling Mourningstar. --Repeat, this is Wyrmwood calling Mourningstar. I am using Secure Vox Encrypt Gamma Two. Mourningstar, respond. I have detected--

--Moebian Sixth 4th brigade assemble in the embarkation. Support elements report to area 17--

[static/distortion]

--Can you hear me? The signal is poor. Mourningstar, acknowledge. I repeat, I have detected indications of cult activity in the lower and mid-levels of the hive. They are covert, keen to keep themselves hidden amongst the population. But there are signs of ritual activity, and I have seen unholy sigils carved on walls and doors. I cannot decipher them, but they are clearly intended to pass clandestine messages between cult cells. I urge--

[static/distortion/fragments of other voice transmissions]

Oh, the God-Emperor damn this vox! I’m not even sure you’re receiving these reports, Mourningstar. Please, respond and confirm. You are needed here now. There is a great evil arising, and I cannot battle it alone. Mourningstar, this is Wyrmwood, using Secure Vox Encrypt Gamma Two--

[static/transmission terminates]

Vox Transmission III

[static/distortion]

--Mourningstar, Mourningstar, respond and confirm. This is Wyrmwood. I am hearing unverified chatter of a contagion outbreak in Tertium hive. Several levels have been locked down without explanation and--

--troop dispersal, troop dispersal. Stand by for revised orders--

[static/distortion/fragments of other voice transmissions]

--Mourningstar, are you there? I need you to acknowledge my signal. It has been twelve weeks since your last transmission. I can only hope you are en route. The hive authorities refuse to confirm a plague outbreak, but local citizens have told me stories of affliction in neighbouring zones. I have--

--orders received. Disembarking as per instruct. Reassigned troop awaiting transport to Area 19--

[static/distortion]

I have visited a nearby zone, where I found an aid station and spoke to a medic. She was too afraid of censure to verify specifics, but she told me that the plague does not respond to standard curative treatments. I fear, therefore, the malady may have some component of the Warp, and thus it is vital--

[static/transmission terminates]

Vox Transmission IV

[static/distortion]

--Mourningstar, this is Wyrmwood. The plague is growing worse. I can confirm six zones now locked down. The mood here is ugly. People are afraid--

--release clamps, aye. Redirect troop transport nine-niner to low orbit approach--

--I repeat, the hive authorities have now officially confirmed an outbreak of pestilence. Precaution measures have been issued. Units of the Moebian Sixth Astra Militarum scheduled for frontline deployment have been reassigned to assist with quarantine control in the hive--

--drop two, respond. Drop two, what is your status? Drop five, advance to--

--ask myself how bad must it be if frontline units have been reassigned? The Fringe War is Atoma’s primary concern, and yet they retain troop elements to handle the crisis? Mourningstar, I beg you acknowledge. How long until your arrival? We--

[static/transmission terminates]

Vox Transmission V

[static/distortion]

--Mourningstar, this is Wyrmwood. Immediate response requested.

Situation critical. Acknowledge via Secure Vox Encrypt Delta Four, as soon as--

--target destroyed. Advancing to transit sub-access--

[eerie chanting] –Praise the darkness and the rot, a new beginning born of old fears!--

--seen evidence of it with my own eyes. This plague, this pox... it is the work of Chaos. It deforms and ruins those infected in the most hideous ways, and provokes manic behaviour and demented raving that is--

--Kill confirmed! Kill confirmed! Target is ablaze--

[eerie chanting] –..can you hear the voice of truth?! The giver of blessings untold?! Thank the lord…--

--Mourningstar, in the name of the Emperor, please. The daemons of decay will kill this hive unless you--

[static/transmission terminates]

Vox Transmission VI

[static/distortion]

--This is Wyrmwood. Status Red emergency. Tertium hive is under direct assault. I have taken shelter in a neighbouring zone because--

--Drop seven, orders confirmed. Kill them all--

[eerie chanting] -- By the rod, and the way, and the three-lobed eye. By pestilence unbound and an eternity of darkness. --

--I say again, the Astra Militarum assets assigned to assist the crisis situation have turned on us. They are attacking the hive.--

--Move in! Torch the area, no prisoners! [Yes sir!]--

--I repeat, the Moebian Sixth, that most loyal and celebrated regiment, has turned! Throne save us! They are attacking the hive and intend to kill us all

[static]

--I have seen the bodies of the dead in the streets. Hundreds! I have seen transit stations on fire. They have secured beachheads and are advancing. We have no means to resist. Mourningstar, I beseech you, for the love of the God-Emperor who protects us all. Answer me--

[Transmission Terminates]

Vox Transmission VII

[static/distortion]

--This is Wyrmwood. I am doing all I can to maintain broadcasts. The plague is spreading, and we are confined to our zones. But the Traitor Guard are advancing. They are killing and looting, and jamming transmissions--

[eerie voice] –Truth! The giver of blessings untold!

[static]

--Wyrmwood, resuming. My signal was shut off. I have switched to Secure Vox Encrypt Epsilon Eight. Mourningstar, the Traitor Guard are everywhere. Hive defenses are no use because we let them in. We are attacked--

[eerie voice] --…slough off your mortal suffering and be reborn!-- [eerie chanting]

--I remain convinced that the Guard units have brought this heresy with them. They are the carriers. They have brought it back with them from the frontline of the Fringe War. Something they encountered out there on the feral frontier, some ancient madness that now dwells within them, and infects anything and anyone who comes into--

[transmission terminates]

Vox Transmission VIII

[static/distortion/fragments of other voice transmissions]

--This is Wyrmwood. I am in hiding. I have been forced to relocate four times in the last six days. Traitor Guard squads are moving hab to hab, slaughtering citizens. We are hidden like rats, in cellars, in ventilation chutes, wherever there is a hope they won’t find us and murder us all.

[eerie chanting] --Let your blood be ours and your words be truth!--

--I can hear gunfire, often just streets away. And when it goes quiet, we hear the chanting. I assume it's the Traitors, worshipping whatever dark gods they found on the Fringe worlds. If it’s not them, then may the Emperor protect us, for I have no idea what could be making those sounds--

--give your life unto the Eye. Give your life unto the dark. Submit your soul unto the--

[static/distortion]

--I have just been told there are rumours of things moving in the lower levels. Dark things that are not human, that were never human. Mourningstar, I will try to learn more, but--

[static/transmission terminates]

Vox Transmission IX

--The dark arises. Let it into your blood. Feel the rot of its touch--

[static]

--this is Wyrmwood. Secure Vox Encrypt Kappa one. Mourningstar, I fear you are lost. I have received no transmission from you since my arrival months ago--

--if you can hear me, if you yet live, then know that the master is needed here as never before. Only the Inquisition can save Tertium hive now--

[static/distortion/beeping]

--It has gone quiet. So quiet. I think they have run out of people to kill in this zone. Those that live are hiding in terror. I’m told adjacent zones are now under assault. And there are things loose. Daemon things. Tell the master that. They stir in the shadows of the low hive, but they are clawing their way up to the light. And when they get here, we will--

[static/transmission terminates]

Vox Transmission X

[static/distortion]

--where are you? Where is the master? Where is Grendyl? Sir, this is your servant. This is Wyrmwood. I don’t know how much longer I can--

[static]

--Are you there? Please. If you can hear me, respond. I believe I have been detected, and my identity as your agent discovered. They are looking for me. They want me dead. I think they--

[static/distortion]

--I think they have sent something to find me. I can feel it stalking me, slipping from shadow to shadow, hunting for my hiding place. I keep switching locations, to find new holes to hide in, but it has my scent. Please, master. I need your help. I need it now. It’s getting closer. It wants to silence me--

[static/transmission terminates]

Vox Transmission XI

(Interrogator Rannick attempting to reach Wyrmwood.)

[static/distortion]

--repeat, this is Mourningstar.

[static]

This is Mourningstar. Wyrmwood, switch to Secure Vox Encrypt Gamma Six and respond. Are you there, Wyrmwood? This is...

[static]

--hold on. We are coming. The master bids me send his blessing to you. We have been trying to contact you, but our transmissions were being jammed, or corrupted by some perturbation of the Warp. Wyrmwood, we mu-

[Radio static/fragments of other voice transmissions]

--Wyrmwood? Wyrmwood! Answer me. We are here. We have been on Atoma for months. We have been trying to reach you. The Mourningstar is in position. The warband has commenced surface missions using the data you have supplied. The master commends you for your resolute work. Use the Secure Encrypt. Tell us your location and we will extract you immediately. The warband stands ready to pull you out as soon as you identify your--

[Transmission Terminates]

Vox Transmission XII

[static/distortion]

Mourningstar? Is that you? Mourningstar, this is Wyrmwood. In the name of the Emperor’s grace, I had given up hope of ever hearing you. Are you really here? Have you come to save us? Mourningstar--

[static] [static/distortion]

--please. Tell me you can hear me. I am transmitting on Secure Gamma Six. I have activated my beacon. Are you reading the signal? I pray you are! Mark my location and send the team to get me. Get me out of this hell, I beg you. Get me out of here before that thing finds me...

[static]

[horrific death scream]

Unknown Ominous Voice: Her soul is mine now. And yours, Inquisitor Grendyl, is next.

[static]

[transmission terminates]

Tertium Vox Intercepts

Vox Intercept I

(Sire Melk and a vox operator attempt to contact an auric-class strike team. Occurs between Wyrmwood Vox Transmissions VII and VIII.)

--this is Morningstar to Strike Team Magnus 12. Do you receive? I repeat, this is this is Morningstar to Strike Team Magnus 12.--

--It's no good sir the Heretics are disrupting all vox relays.—

--All of them? Blast Your Eyes. That’s impossible.--

--I know Sire, but it's happening anyway.. wait wait I've something but it's very weak—

[Static intercept] --...we need immediate backup!-- [screams]

--Sergeant Canva, is that you? Switch to secure Channel Delta Corvus 691. Sergeant you read me?!--

--[screaming and gunfire]--

--Canva? Answer me, damn you!--

[Static]

--Emperor have mercy, she’s gone, whole squad's gone.--

--How dare!? No.. Ignore me I am a foolish old man. We can't keep sending auric class operatives into Throneside. The district's swarming with Heretics but we need the Archivum’s Comms-Plex. Grendyl must know about this.--

--And the traitor, Sire?—

--Hold your tongue if you want to keep it! Silence is the highest service.--

--Yes Sire, I am sorry Sire.--

--I wanted to do this cleanly. The traditional honorable way. But keep that Armageddon feral hog away from things that don't concern him into the bargain, damn those Heretics! Very well tell Morrow that he's clear to proceed. Tell him to send in the rejects!--

Vox Intercept II

[Vox tuning noise]

• Rannick: It's very quiet around here. I expected more in the way of running around, shouting... maybe even a little screaming.
• Morrow: Got a bit of a lull on our hands Interrogator, that's all. If it's any consolation, I'm expecting all hel to break lose any minute now.
• Rannick: In my experience, it always does... sooner, or later. Explicator Zola isn't answering her vox.
• Morrow: Yeah, well... She's probably planetside. Been doing a lot of that since Wolfer escaped the Tancred Bastion. Swore blind she had your full authority.
• Rannick: Oh, did she now? How very... assertive of her. Still chasing Wolfer, is she?
• Morrow: Couldn't say, sir... She doesn't exactly confide in me.
• Rannick: Obsession is always dangerous...
• Morrow: Couldn't say, sir.
• Rannick: Heh. Indeed. Carry on, Sergeant-Major. We have a war to win. The Emperor Protects.
• Morrow: Let's hope so, sir.

[transmission terminates]

Vox Intercept III

[static/Dreg cultist noises]

• Trooper 1: [It's no] good Ma'am, they're too dug in. [static] [We can't] take that [Aegis] station without heavy ordinance.
• Zola: No, we're not giving up now. Contact strike three. Tell them to lay down cover!
• Trooper 1: Strike three's gone. They're all gone, [we're] all that's left.
• Zola: Oh curse you Melk! You told me these were the best you had.
• Trooper 2: Movement! I've got movement at the blast gates!

[Metal scraping and Gunshots]

• Rinda Karnak: Run out of convicts to send to their deaths? There's still room in the cauldron if you're feeling lonely. Haha!

[static]

• Trooper 1: What's that?
• Zola: Rinda Karnak, the butcher of Bragna. Which means her brother's somewhere close, and Wolfer was likely never here at all.

[Dregs chanting "Rage, rage, rage" or "Rise, rise, rise" in the background along with gunfire.]

• Trooper 1: The dregs are moving in, Ma'am. If we don't go now we'll be cut off.
• Rinda Karnak: I know you're out there Zola. Want to prove yourself? [gunshots] Wolfer said you had guts. I want to see 'em up close! [gunshots]
• Trooper 2: Ma'am, we have to go!
• Zola: Augh! All right. Masozi, this is Zola. We're pulling back to extraction Delta Nexus, coming in hot.

[transmission terminates]

Vox Intercept IV

• Rodin Karnak: Sister, what brings you to my Palace?
• Rinda Karnak: Yours? There is nothing you have that I can't take take.
• Rodin Karnak: Speak kindly sister, you’re addressing the King of the Torrent.
• Rinda Karnak: The Ragged King of the Torrent you mean? Last one ended badly didn't he?
• Rodin Karnak: The last one was weak. What you want?
• Rinda Karnak: Orders from Wolfer. He wants the Inquisition's wings clipped.
• Rodin Karnak: Why didn't he tell me himself?
• Rinda Karnak: Oh well maybe he don't feel worthy, your Majesty. Eight Bells. Trader's Row. Bring your best. Tonight we feed The Cauldron.

Vox Intercept V

(Two Veteran Operatives talking about their Plasma guns.)

[Loud Mechanical whoosh]

• Male Operative: Whoa! Did you see that go up? Did you see them burn?
• Female Operative: What are these things? what are these things
• Male Operative: I don't know. Toys, lovely Adeptus Mechanicus toys. I just point mine and shoot it.
• [Static]
• Female Operative: Where does Hadron get this stuff?
• Male Operative: They build them don't they? They build things like this, the Mechanicus.
• Female Operative: She didn't build this. It's old. Really old.
• Male Operative: Mine, too. The engraving on the barrels worn away, but it still packs a punch! I just wish I had thicker gloves. The metal gets hot, got
• blisters on my hands.
• Female Operative: I get a headache just carrying mine arounds. I think it's making me sick.
• Male Operative: That's why Hadron gave us those tablets to take. I'm not complaining. It beats any rifle or Bolter I've ever seen.
• [Static]
• Male Operative: Throne above! Did you see them burn?

Vox Intercept VI

Dev Blog: Datascrape XVIIa/fxi: “Awakening” - Admonition Missive

• Medicae Servitor: Medicae Station functional.
• Rinda Karnak: [Grunting] Where am I?
• Mysterious Cultist: No. Don't try to move. [Static] I understand that the surgery was ... taxing.
• Rinda Karnak: [Ragged breathing]
• Mysterious Cultist: You were nearly dead when my followers found you. They mistook you for a corpse but apparently something within you refused to die.
• Rinda Karnak: [Breathing stabilizes]
• Mysterious Cultist: Urmal says that she has never seen a physiology quite like yours ... A "biological aberration" that's what she calls you, but we both know the truth, don't we?
• Rinda Karnak: [Heavy breathing continues as the Mysterious Cultist speaks]
• Mysterious Cultist: The Grandfather has chosen you. You are becoming something remarkable. Of course, Urmal insisted on adding a little something of her own to the mix. That woman does love to tinker. I'm told it will be some time before her little gifts ripen within you, but the Grandfather rewards patience [Chuckle] as I know all too well. So rest, grow strong. You are one of us now we will love you like a sister and you ... You will be the herald of admonition. All that you desire will be yours for the taking.
• Rinda Karnak: ... Vengeance ...
• Mysterious Cultist: Yes, vengeance most of all. The time is almost upon us.
• Rinda Karnak: [Laughter]

Vox Intercept VII

Wyrmwood Report on suspicions regarding Freight Train RTX-590.

• Wyrmwood: Mourningstar? Mourningstar? This is Wyrmwood on channel Aluf-Clove.
• [Static]
• Wyrmwood: Vox scatter is increasingly severe. I cannot confirm if my transmissions are getting through.
• [Static]
• Wyrmwood: The cult ... this Admonition as I'm now hearing them called, are increasingly active at Chasm Terminus. This despite counter attacks of the Moebian 53rd, May the Emperor bring them victory.
• [Static]
• Wyrmwood: Cargo runners arrive from the Hourglass and depart night and day. Carrying cargos of tox-fluid from Throne knows where. I can only guess at their purpose, but there is one train different to the others. Loaded to capacity it sits silent at the (Barbecon?) Gate Terminus Branch line and has been for days.
• Wyrmwood: Either it's machine spirits are in rebellion or it's waiting ... It's the latter. It has to be. I stake my life on it, but ... waiting for what?
• Wyrmwood: I will try to get closer and learn what I can, but I beg you Mourningstar, remain vigilant.

Vox Intercept VIII

Dukane's Arrival

• Comms Operator: Auspex report contact with another Sixth heavy lander, sir. All flying under (?).
• Morrow: Why are we only just seeing them?
• Comms Operator: All the sights lead to--
• Dukane: Report Sergeant Major Morrow.
• Morrow: Yes, ma'am?
• Dukane: Commissar Dukane of the glorious 53rd. At Lord Margrave's request, this warzone is now mine. This situtation is too serious to be left in the hands of a dilettante, even one as storied as your master.
• Morrow: You're taking command, ma'am?
• Dukane: Do you object?
• Morrow: No ma'am, only ... Perhaps you could speak with Interrogator Rannick?
• Dukane: You do it. I have a war to win. The Emperor protects. The Guard Prevails.
• Comms Operator: What do we say?
• Morrow: What do you think? We keep our heads down. Oh, and tell the interrogator I need a word.

Vox Intercept IX

Weapons Training

[Static interference]

• Morrow: How are the 53rd's drill sergeants settling in? Our rejects driving them mad yet?
• Comms Operator: Not at all, sir. Turns out a little training goes a long way.
• Morrow: Don't tell me, tell the interrogator.
• Comms Operator: I'd rather not, sir ...
• Comms Operator: [Short Gasp]
• Comms Operator: Sire Melk reports combat metrics are up. Precision, efficiency ... they're all showing steady improvement. Drilling teaches the techniques-
• Morrow: And combat tempers them in the survivors. I am a soldier, you know. Used to be, anyway.
• Comms Operator: Sorry sir ... There was one more thing. Sergeant Hekite says it's a pleasure to work with you again.
• Morrow: Eh?
• Comms Operator: Apparently you fought at Nox Alpha together, years ago.
• Morrow: She's mistaken.
• Comms Operator: You're sure, sir? She sounded very certain.
• Morrow: She can be as certain as she likes, so long as she keeps my rejects in fighting shape. That'll be all.
• Comms Operator: Sir.

Vox Intercept X

Infected Moebian 21st

• [Vox tuning static]
• Morrow: Beg pardon, ma'am, but I've had a nasty update from planetside.
• Dukane: Then spare me the theatrics, and tell me.
• Morrow: Seems that a company of the Moebian 21st didn't get the warnings about the Blighted Stimms ... or else ignored them, hoping for an edge in combat.
• Dukane: And they died for their foolishness, I assume?
• Morrow: Worse than that. The Blight turned 'em.
• Morrow: Most are groaners and poxers now. Bloodthirsty with it, so I'm told. Apparently those who didn't turn ended up as lunch.
• Dukane: [Distorted sigh]
• Morrow: Since then, we've had sightings all across Tertium. It's getting dead nasty, dead fast.
• Dukane: I see. You've warned your strike teams?
• Morrow: [Electrical wail] Yes ma'am.
• Morrow: Orders to shoot on sight, no exceptions.
• Dukane: [Vox distortion] Good
• Dukane: We can take no chances.
• Morrow: My thinking too, ma'am.
• [Rising turbulent roaring mixes with a light, high-pitched ringing before ebbing out]
• [Receding high-pitched ringing blends with electrical whirring]

Carnival District: The Traitor Curse

Part one of the Carnival District breakdown promo videos. A new Wyrmwood agent appears along with content updates for the Darktide's 1 year anniversary. Devora Wilde voices the Wyrmwood agent gathering intel in the Carnival District.

The Traitor Curse | Part I

[static/distortion]

--Mourningstar, this is Wyrmwood. Are you receiving me? Transmitting the reconnaissance report now on coded channel alpha 5. The situation in the carnival district is worse than we feared. It was always a den of degenerates, a place to indulge vices and addictions of every kind. But now the Moebians are in control, I fear it is far worse. I beg you to take action before it is too late! Mourningstar, do you hear me?

[transmission terminates]

The Traitor Curse | Part II

[Static] [Vox-caster engages]

Mourningstar? Be advised - the Moebian presence in The Carnival goes deeper than we first believed. It is not enough to interrupt their distribution network. You must destroy the Stimm production at its source.

[Weak static buzzing] But our efforts have not gone unnoticed... I'm hearing rumors that Wolfer has let the Karnak Twins off their leash. Cutting comms before it is too late... Pray for me.

[transmission terminates]