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It is the 41st millennium. For more than a hundred centuries
the Emperor has sat immobile on the Golden Throne of Earth. He is
the master of mankind by the will of the gods, and master of a
million worlds by the might of his inexhaustible armies. He is
a rotting carcass writing invisibly with power from the Dark Age
of Technology. He is the Carrion Lord of the Imperium for whom a
thousand souls are sacrificed every day, so that he
may never truly die.
YET EVEN in his deathless state, the Emperor continues his
eternal vigilance. Mighty battlefleets cross the daemon-infested
miasma of the warp, the only route between distant stars, their way
lit by the Astronomican, the psychic manifestation of the Emperor's
will. Vast armies give battle in his name on uncounted worlds.
Greatest amongst His soldiers are the Adeptus Astartes,
the Space Marines, bio-engineered super-warriors.
Their comrades in arms are legion: The Imperial Guard and countless
planetary defence forces, the ever-vigilant Inquisition and the
tech-priests of the Adeptus Mechanicus to name only a few.
But for all their multitudes, they are barely enough to hold off the
ever-present threat from aliens, heretics, mutants - and worse.
To be a man in such times is to be amongst untold billions.
It is to live in the cruelles and most bloody regime imaginable.
These are the tales of those times. Forget the power of
technology and science, for so much has been forgotten, never to
be re-learned. Forget the promise of progress and understanding,
for in the grim dark future there is only war. There is no
peace amongst the stars, only an eternity of carnage and slaughter,
and the laughter of thirsting gods.
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"There is a dark hand on the till, Maxilis. I mean to sever it before
it drives Obscuras to oblivion. Kyst is only the beginning, I can feel it."
- Inquisitor Ballast Croix to Senior Acolyte Maxilis
My posts will invariably be in BOLD. Your posts should be like so: quote:Acolytes Name - Area Bold at the top with your characters name and location (if really necessary), regular text for your actions, thoughts, and words. Italics for your game mechanics, no need to roll for yourself (not that I don't trust you) I will be using chatbot to gently caress all of you right good. You can do OOC in italics or use the // comment slashes! For Combat I need an applicable stat block for example. Make 1 and then you can copy and paste it forever! pre:WS BS S T Ag Int Per WP Fel 20 43 32 30 40 43 35 23 20 Wounds: 9/9 Fate: 1/1 Armour: Head 2, Body 3 Trait: +1 INT Talent: I can roll twice for damage Lascarbine 75m; S/2/-; 1d10+3 I; Pen 0; Clip 60; Reload Half; Reliable Jerkface fucked around with this message at Mar 2, 2013 around 06:00 |
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pre:Psychological Profile - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - ACTIVE MEMBERS Nihilius - 3 Insanity Points, 5 corruption Grimace - 2 Insanity Points Modesty - 2 Insanity Points Airick - 7 Insanity Points Solon - 0 Insanity Points Zad - 0 Insanity Points pre:Knowledge Repository --------------------------- Team currently assigned to the hive world Tranch, rumored to have once been torn by civil war. The team has found that documents relating to that time period appear to have been altered by the Administratum, to erase the past. They have also uncovered a heretical letter, and have tracked the recipient, or their lackey to a Yazz bar in the underhive. Yazz is like Space Jazz. Jerkface fucked around with this message at May 7, 2013 around 05:16 |
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The Lantern Across the Imperium a secret war is being waged. Promising individuals from all walks of life are plucked like simple game pieces from the populus by the black hand of the Emperor's Most Holy Inquisition. A cleric as cunning as he is pious. An exceptionally gifted young child, able to touch the warp with her mind. A sole survivor of an Imperial Guard kill-team. An Arbitrator who never comprises. All are welcomed into service as Acolytes of the Inquisition. Plucked, given little or no information, and placed deep into the most dangerous situations; where every misstep means death. Such a team has been assembled now, standing among the teaming life of the lowest level of a fledgling hive city. Three men and a woman. Fresh off a shuttle, stand in a crowded, smelly pavillion. They are: -A warp touched soul, who uses his terrible power in service to the Imperium. -A veteran of war, a trigger man that embraces his fate. -A twisted apprentice, for nothing is black and white. -An insatiable mind, who must be careful of what he uncovers. The planet is Tranch, rumored to have once been embroiled in a brutal civil war. Your history lessons imply a war between the major metropolises for Imperial governorship, a not-so-rare occurance when the power to rule a planet is involved. You saw the effects of it on your way in: cratered landscapes, rusted vehicles, and the main hive city itself seemingly built ontop of a disheveled cityscape. This is a hive city without protective walls because the atmosphere is still breathable. 3 platters form the tiers of the hive. A metropolis size city hub sits on each one. The smallest and most luxurious sits on the top, using the lessers as foundation. One day it will be the Governor's spire, for now it is simply 'The Summit'. In the center, less new, but beyond the time of war sits the Noble houses and the middle classes. Maxilis deposited you all on the lowest tier, sitting on the garbage and scraps of the planet's history. The human cattle that turns the wheels of the Imperium live here. On the way down Max gave you a crash course: Inquisitor Croix is seemingly at war with the Radical Inquisitor Kyst. Croix has locked himself in his keep, intent to pour through manuscripts and field data to try and ferret the bastard out. Croix believes that Kyst may want to unleash a daemon on the Calixis sector. In his study something has lead his eye to Tranch, and he ordered a team sent. "Something is amiss here, find out what." That is all he said, and then he shoved a data-slate and a rosette into your hands. pre:InquisitorialCipher: CECILIA-GW168//MAXILIS Date: 2775842.M41 Mission Critical Data:
 pre:Characters Psyker Nihilius Pax by MaliciousOnion, because he has taken a shine to the psyker in their dealings Guardsmen Grimace by areyoucontagious, because might often makes right Adept Airick Maltes by Werix, because knowledge is power Arbitrator Modesty Orthesian by Forsooth, because to know thy enemy is to know its weakness Jerkface fucked around with this message at Feb 25, 2013 around 05:45 |
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Grimace - Lower Hive "This place smells like poo poo. I have to say, childhood nostalgia is overrated. Anybody got a lho-stick?" Grimace stares across the wastes, watching the 'hustle and bustle' of the downtrodden humanity constituting the underhive. He is stoic- he's seen this before, been in it before, and it's nothing new. "If some insane cult rear end in a top hat is really killing off people down here, I'd say he's doing them a favor."
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As if to punctuate the point a gaggle of street urchins cut the purse off a man walking through the open air pavilion and run off in the opposite direction. The local police are no where to be seen, but a civilian points and shouts then runs to the nearest phone booth to call it in. You've noticed a number of civilians at each corner watching and scribbling in little notebooks. This pavilion is a market place, with store fronts and some restaurants in a hexagonal ring. Being so close to the shuttle port, most of the stores are tourist traps. There are 4 path ways out of the pavilion: North is a road that slopes up which will wind its way around the floor tier and eventually meet a large gate of the 2nd tier. South is a continuation of the north road which whirls inwardly, sloping down to the very sublevels of the tier. East is more shops and a straight path through the tier with branching avenues. West is the landing complex you came from, but you'd need a shuttle ticket to get by security. The tallest possible building on the lowest tier is only 20 stories, and the 2nd tier sits ontop of these giant skyscrapers like a fat pigeon. Every so often supports groan and shudder.
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Airick Maltes The Adept finishes vomiting in a near-by gutter when the Guardsman mentions the conditions. Airick is used to the stale, though thoroughly recycled air of a ship, while the air down here makes him ill. Finally the void-born speaks. "I would be inclined to investigate this report of 'Lackadaisical Return of Forms'. It might be a lead, and if it turns up to be just common-place incompetence, it would at least let me peak at some of their records and perhaps formulate other leads from that." Airick doesn't mention it would also let him read up on the history of the world from the Administratum's records. Even tax forms and census records can tell much to the trained eye. pre:Name: Airick "Rick" Maltes Home World: Void Born Rogue Trader Vessel Career: Adept Divination: “Die if you must, but not with your spirit broken.” Increase Willpower by +3 Characteristics: WS 20 + 9 = 29 BS 20 +11 = 31 S 15 + 8 = 23 T 20 +11 = 31 Ag 20 +11 + = 31 Int 20 +16 +5 = 41 Per 20 +15 +5 = 40 WP 25 +14 +3 +5 = 47 Fel 20 +12 = 32 Wounds: 10 Fate: 3 Corruption: 0 Insanity: 0 Skills: Speak Language (Low Gothic) (Int) speak Language (Ship Dialect) Literacy (Int) Trade (Copyist) (Int) Common Lore (Imperium)(Int) Common Lore (Tech) Scholastic Lore (legend) +10 Pilot (Civilian Craft) Talents: Pistol Training (SP) Light Sleeper Unremarkable Traits: Charmed Ill-omened Shipwise Void Accustomed Experience Spent: 600/ 600 Advances: Archivist Scholastic Lore (Legend) 100 Simple Advance Intelligence 100 Simple Advance Willpower 100 Simple Advance Perception 100 Pilot (Civilian Craft) 100 Rank: Scrivener Scholastic Lore (legend) +10 100 Gear: Stub Automatic and 60 bullets Flack vest Administratum robes (Common Quality Clothing) auto-quill chrono data-slate backpack Glow Globe Throne Gelt: 10
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Nihilius Pax "Indeed you are correct, scrivener," Nihilius nods sagely. "In my experience, members of the Administratum are highly susceptible to heresy, yes." He eyes Airick warily. I vote Administratum. pre:Name: Nihilius Pax
Gender: Male
Age: 74
Home World: Void Born
Career: Imperial Psyker - Neonate
Divination: "Die if you must, but not with your spirit broken." WP +3
Experience: 0/600
Advances:
Simple WP Advance 100
Simple Int Advance 100
Forbidden Lore (Warp) 100
Scholastic Lore (Occult) 100
Minor Psychic Power 100
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Forbidden Lore (Psykers) 100
Characteristics:
WS 30 (20 + 10)
BS 33 (20 + 13)
S 25 (15 + 10)
T 30 (20 + 10)
Ag 30 (20 + 10)
Per 30 (20 + 10)
Int 40 (20 + 15 + 5 (Simple Advance))
WP 50 (25 + 17 + 3 (Divination) + 5 (Simple Advance))
Fel 25 (20 + 5)
Wounds: 7
Fate: 2
Corruption: 5
Insanity: 3
Skills:
Forbidden Lore (Psykers) (Int)
Forbidden Lore (Warp) (Int)
Invocation (WP)
Literacy (Int)
Psyniscience (Per)
Scholastic Lore (Occult) (Int)
Speak Language (Low Gothic) (Int)
Trade (Soothsayer) (Fel)
Talents:
Melee Weapon Training (Primitive)
Pistol Weapon Training (Las)
Psy Rating 1
Traits:
Charmed - Whenever you spend a Fate Point (though not if you burn one), roll a 1d10. On the roll of a natural 9, you do
not lose the Fate Point.
Ill-Omened - You take a –5 penalty on all Fellowship Tests made to interact with non-void born humans.
Sanctioned Psyker - The Horror, the Horror: Your hair is pure white, you occasionally gibber quietly to yourself and you
endure terrible nightmares every night. Gain 1d5 Insanity Points.
Shipwise - Navigation (Stellar) (Int) and Pilot (Spacecraft) (Ag) are Basic Skills for you.
Void Accustomed - You are immune to space travel sickness. In addition, zero- or low-gravity environments are not
considered Difficult Terrain for you.
Minor Psychic Powers:
Fearful Aura
Forget Me
Touch of Madness
Gear:
Mars Pattern Mark IV Laspistol
3x Charge pack
Red Dot Laser Sight
Best craftsmanship-Mono Sword
Flak Jacket
Flak Helmet
Staff
Knife
Tatty Robe
Book of Imperial Saints
Psy-Focus
Sanctioning Brand
Throne Gelt: 112pre:WS BS S T Ag Per Int WP Fel 30 33 25 30 30 30 40 50 25 Wounds: 7/7 Armour: Head 2, Arms 3, Body 3, Legs 3 Fate: 2/2 Mark IV Laspistol 70m S/2/– 1d10+3E Pen.0 15/15 Full Accurate, Reliable, Red Dot Mono-Sword 1d10+1R Pen.2 Balanced, Best craftsmanship Staff 1d10I Pen.0 Balanced, Primitive Knife 3m 1d5R Pen.0 Primitive MaliciousOnion fucked around with this message at Mar 18, 2013 around 23:33 |
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Modesty Orthesian - Shithole Planet "That is cool with me. Anyone know where that is exactly?" Modesty glances around casually as she pull out two lho-sticks. She hands one to Grimace, then lights them. After taking a long drag she motions to the group of citizens. "We could always see if those guys with the notebooks know anything. Though, usually when a planet smells this bad the locals stink even worse." pre:Career: Arbitrator Homeworld: Hive Mutant (Archaos) Background: Justice, Not Law Age: 19 Divination: "Men must die so that Man endures” (+3 T) WS 20 (+20) 40 BS 20 (+15) 35 S 20 (+20) 40 T 25 (+12+3) 40 Ag 20 (+10) 30 Int 20 20 Per 20 (+18) 38 WP 20 20 Fel 15 (+5) 20 Wnds 15 Fate 1 (Including -1 for Twist) Traits Twist Nightsider: Dark Sight, -10 to all actions in bright light Vile Deformity: Disturbing, Fear Rating 1 Strength Through Adversity Caves of Steel Hivebound Wary Skills Awareness Common Lore (Adeptus Arbites) Common Lore (Imperium) Deceive Inquiry Intimidate Literacy Speak Language (Low Gothic) Talents Basic Weapon Training (SP) Melee Weapon Training (Primitive) Peer (Underworld) Quick Draw Gear Sellback- Mesh Vest, +75 Thrones Shotgun, Shells (12) Club Brass Knuckles Knife Mono-Sword [55] Enforcer Light Carapace Armor [575] Uniform Stimm Doses (3) Injector Arbitrator ID Chrono Lho-sticks, Pack Manacles [35] Welding Goggles [10] Advances Background [200] Trooper Sound Constitution x3 [300] Awareness [100]
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Local touts line the block looking for gullible offworlders to swindle. You manage to find one and wrangle the location of the Administratum facilities. "Thas borin', idjiots! You wanna rayl fun time come to Burbina's! Tellum Churv senchya!" the dirty faced kid yells, then scurries off. One of the notebook writers looks at you disapprovingly and scribbles something down. It turns out the Administratum offices are up the road, built half on the 2nd tier and half on the lower. Menial workers sort boxes and files on the lower level, while the learned adepts perform their duties on the 2nd tier. The entire building is huge, maybe 30 or 40 stories all told, spread over a vast acreage. The first tier section is built up 20ish stories from the 'ground', sitting on an avenue that itself sits atop residential slums and some other factories. This does not seem like the stablest of hive cities. The walk up to the building's entrance takes about an hour, despite judicious use of public transportation. This is in the form of lifts and electric trolleys that criss cross the entire tier. No one on Tier 1 is rich enough to own a car. You notice that the closer you get to the 2nd tier, the more of those scribblers are out on the blocks. And an increase in armed police. Not arbites, but some local enforcement group. Finally, all 4 of you are standing in front of the massive Administratum filing facility. Workers stream in and out of the building through separate, massive double doors. The Imperial Aquila is proudly displayed above them with some gibberish uplifting message about working hard for the Emperor. You all notice a less conspicuous door, presumably for visitors. Here is a really lovely drawing of what this hive generally looks like. Imagine a travel way winding up it like a corkscrew. Put you guys outside the administratum so you could stratergize how you want to barge in there and make a mess of things. 
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Grimace - Administratum Filing Facility Grimace gestures towards the adept. "Your lead, stud. I don't mind doing the talking, but I have this feeling that my kind of grease isn't going to make these wheels turn faster."
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Airick Maltes-Administratum offices Airick nods at the Guardsman. "I'm actually not familiar with working with the Administratum proper. Could we perhaps attempt some subterfuge? We do have the Rosette. We could go in stating we're Inquisition and we are looking for some insignifficant files, such as land deeds or birth records, and once inside 'expand' our search for information on this Kyst. I am, of course, more than open to suggestions."
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Grimace - Administratum Filing Facility "Sure, that's not going to get us shot by unsavories. Let's just march in there, rosette held high. Nothing can go wrong with that plan." Grimace pauses a moment. "Why not just say we're from the Administratum checking some documents or whatever?"
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Airick Maltes-Administratum offices "Because we don't have the proper Administratum credentials, while we did have the Rosette. Have I mentioned that non-void born find me unnerving? I'm a data annalist, not a talker!" The pale man thinks for a few moments. "Well we could claim to be representatives of a trade organization checking on document filing irregularities. Two of us are void-born and could pass the part, while the other two are escorts. Thoughts?"
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While Airick and Grimace talk, they observe who goes in the guest door: Business owners, a police officer, normal citizens. Some of them are carrying papers with them. Might be forms. Airick realizes he could probably make a decent forgery if given something to go off of. Or he could rely on his knowledge of the universal Administratum's frameworks. Trade Copyist lets you forge documents, just FYI
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Modesty Orthesian - Shrine to Tedium "Well, they are letting the local cops in. I have an Arbitrator ID, though I am not sure using me would be much better than just flashing a Rosette when it comes to subtlety." Does the ID have a photo on it? If not it could work, otherwise there could be a lot of attention drawn.
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Airick Maltes-Administratum offices During my time on the Unending Knowledge I dealt with a large amount of shipping manifests, bills of lading, and authorizations to act on behalf of a principal. Given some time I could whip some official enough looking documents up. Each ship tends to have their own forms, no way the clerks inside are going to be familiar with the variations for every ship in the Imperium. I just don't want to be making 'embellished' documentation out here on the street."
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Modesty Orthesian - Shrine of Tedium "Alright, in that case do you want me to get you a 'sample'?" To emphasize her point, Modesty pats the baton on her duty belt.
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Airick Maltes-Administratum offices "Well, I meant I could likely create something just from my head, but if you want to get me a sample local document to work from, that is your prerogative Arbite."
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Grimace - Administratum Offices "Sounds good to me. Come on, Mod, let's go work the crowd."
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The stream of people entering the guest doors is pretty constant, and there are a myriad of alleys and blind spots where they could corner someone to try and filch a form. One lady is standing about 100 ft from the doorway, with a stack of forms under one of her arms and another pressed against the wall of the adjacent building. She is double checking her work. Two citizens are arguing over who is going to wait in line across the street. "Last time I had to wait 12 hours, come on, you go!" "No way, man, you lost the bet, you gotta go." Further down the street, an old man carries a single form. He slowly dodders his way up the boulevard. Feel free to create a scenario in which you attempt to get a form.
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Modesty Orthesian - Shrine to Tedium Modesty smiles and lights another lho-stick. "Then I got one last question. The sneaky way or the fun way?" I think the best subtle way is to wait in a back alley then try and yoink one. Of course, we could always just walk up to the girl with the stack and scare her / beat her with a baton. A little conspicuous, but that is what the Arbitrator ID and the Rosette are for.
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Grimace - Administratum Offices "Wanna play bad guy good cop? I'll harsh her up, you bust me, the adept can 'help' her pick up her paperwork?"
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Nihilius Pax Nihilius sighs and says, "Do not over-complicate things." He approaches the old man, muttering to himself and clasping a small stone around his neck as he does. As he passes the man, he pulls the single sheet out of his grasp, while at the same time reaching into his mind and altering his memories. Going to steal from the old guy. Invocation @ 60, then manifest Forget Me, 1 die. 1d10 + (5 or 10) vs threshold 6. Old guy has to make a +10 WP test or he forgets me for 1d10 minutes, giving me enough time to hide the document and walk away. For every 5 points of overbleed, I can increase the difficulty of the test by one step.
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The psyker casually walks by the old man and easily takes his form out of his hand. "Hhhey I nee-" Nihilius's psychic energy worms its way into the man's brain and he forgets the previous encounter ever happens, as well as a few other important things like where he lives and what his son's name is. "Huh... wat am I doin out here?" He scratches his head and kind of dodders off back down the road the way he was coming, clearly confused. Nihilius returns with a form, apparently a local license to cobble shoes on the street. Might be a family business or something. Seems to need a notarization. With this Airick can definitely ape the style of the planets local Administratum.
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Grimace - Administratum Office "Easy enough, I guess." Grimace shrugs his shoulders. "Let's get in there."
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Airick Maltes-Administratum offices Airick takes the license and looks it over. Standard paper, clear and simple letterhead, Illuminated letters with a large industrial style. With this, the adept can draft up just about any document he needs. He might be able to kill two xenos with one las-shot. He pulls out his autoquill and begins to create. He was worried at first about looking suspicious, but with the other numbers of populace filling out forms by the door he looked like just another person looking to make last minute changes to a standard form. Airick attempts to draft a request to audit import/export records on behalf of a non-existent trade guild. Not only should this give them access to the Administratum Offices to investigate the paperwork concerns, it might give them information on the Inquisitorial asset dropped off 700 years ago. using trade Copyist to make fake stuff. Int at 41 and +10 for the autoquill for a total of 51
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Airick tries very hard to copy the world's formwork, but there is a kind of raised lettering that he simply can't get right. Time is ticking by as he struggles to get the auto-quill to loving do it! Finally he gets it right, and has a passable forgery for an audit request signed by a Rogue Trader consortium he once dealt with and made out in their names as the legal agents on world. It is at this time, that the doddering old man comes doddering back up the road, with some local police in tow. "Thas the guy! He took my form! Snatched it right from my hand, he did." He is pointing at Nihilius. The police start advancing through the crowded street. drat near critical failure, you got a 97 on this poo poo Jerkface fucked around with this message at Feb 27, 2013 around 15:21 |
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Nihilius Pax Nihilius faces the approaching old man and guards, waiting until they are almost upon him before speaking. "Ah, the local constabulary. Officers, I want you to arrest this man on suspicion of Heresy. This man is, in fact, a known radical and has been distributing heathen pamphlets throughout this entire area!" He grabs the old man's form from Airick and waves it briefly in the air. His eyes glow with an inner fire as he continues, "Take him away, lest he pollute any more of these loyal citizens with his lies!" Gonna scare these chumps off. Manifest Fearful Aura, 3 dice. 3d10 + 5 vs threshold 7. Gives me a Fear rating of 2, plus 1 for every 10 points of overbleed.
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Nihilius appears 10 feet tall, adorned with skulls, like some twisted drawing of an Inquisitor out of a children's book. The old man immediately has a heart attack, clutching at his chest and throat. "Urk!" One of the police officers starts babbling incoherently and backing away,"yes-yes, Sir, as you wish, Sir." The third puffs his chest,"Ain't gonna be pushed around by no big-shot, this is my beat. Gonna hafta bring you in." The acolytes around Nihilius, facing such an startling sight as their own comrade's sudden transformation, who to them looks to be out of their most base fears, suffer minor complications. Modesty is especially riven by the sight, as it conjures fears of her own sordid past. Passerbys begin to shriek in horror and scatter in all directions. Some run face first into the Administratum's doors. A big space clears around the acolytes, the 2 police officers, and the dying old man. Yes the third police man rolled a 5 for his WP test! All the acolytes take 2 insanity points for this madness. Nihilius gains 5 corruption for essentially killing an old man and causing this mess!. I think that is even slightly less bad than framing him for heresy! You have a Fear(3) aura right now which is loving everyones poo poo up Updated my reserved post with a psychological profile that will track all your corruption and insanity Jerkface fucked around with this message at Feb 27, 2013 around 05:23 |
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Grimace - Administratum Offices Grimace is struck speechless. The momentary transformation stimulates a flashback to a particularly grueling battle in which an ork Warboss, adorned with the skulls of his enemies, mangled five of his fellow guardsmen before he and his remaining brothers shot the ork to pieces. One hand grips his chest where his heart flails wildly, the other white-knuckling his shotgun. "Throne protect!" areyoucontagious fucked around with this message at Feb 27, 2013 around 14:50 |
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Modesty Othesian - Behind a Desk in the Filing Offices When the psyker tried his mind trick on the old man Modesty was cautious, but did not complain. When the local police arrived, she started to suspect something was wrong. That is when she looked on the psykers new and twisted form. The form of one who had been possessed by a Daemon. "gently caress, I knew this was going to happen!" Modesty is always cautious, and the thought of fighting a Daemon with a psyker host does not appeal to her. She quickly runs into a small, unoccupied Administratum office and draws her sword. She listens and waits to see if the Daemon pursues. Do I need to roll anything to snap out of the fear, or do I just cower for a few minutes, then go back to normal?
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Nihilius Pax Nihilius beams and says to his companions, "Well, I'm out of ideas. Anyone else?"
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Airick Maltes-Administratum offices Airick cursed the damned form and its raised lettering! It couldn't just have been simple. When the psyker suddenly grows ten feet tall and is adorned in skulls, he can think of only one thing: Daemonhost. The adept quickly packing in his autoquill and runs into a near-by crowd of fleeing civilians, quickly blending in as they rush into the office. using unremarkable to its fullest.
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Forsooth you may act normally, since this is not combat I didnt have you guys get stunned or anything, you just took some insanity points for failing the willpower test.
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The cowed police man grabs the arm of his friend,"Blake w-w-w-water you doin, jus' leave em I dont wanna get rung up by the chief again!" Airick uses the confusion to slip into the crowd, instantly blending in. He watches as the two officers argue with each other. "Gotsta bring him in, Herb. Sir, we need you ta answer some questions, please come with me." Modesty uses the confusion to slip into the administratum office. She finds other citizens cowering in fear inside, and the clerks wondering whats going on. "Hay, lady, wassit out there?" They completely ignore her drawn sword. The officer sees only Grimace and Nihilius standing there, and naturally assumes they are together. "Sir, I dunno if yer some attendant to this man but we are gonna hafta bring ya in fer some questions." Jerkface fucked around with this message at Feb 27, 2013 around 15:35 |
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Grimace - Hassled by the Police Grimace snaps out of it as reality comes back into focus. There's a man in front of him, talking about an interrogation. Grimace finds his composure. "No, officer, there's been a misunderstanding. There's not going to be any questioning. We're going to go our way, and you're going to go yours. Take your friend and call the medicae to come collect the old man, and get out of here." Grimace grips the officer on the arm, squeezing tightly. "You don't know who we are, and I'm sure you don't want to know." No intimidate (although i'm gonna pick it up as soon as I can), but roll Fel+Str for a pseudo-intimidate?
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| # ? Feb 27, 2013 20:44 |
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Modesty Orthesian - Inside the Heart of Madness Modesty sees an opportunity to create a significant distraction so Airick can do what he needs to. She quickly yanks her hood down to reveal her disturbing visage and begins to shout. "Don't you idiots know that there is a Daemon outside! It is slaughtering everyone!" Trying to turn lemons into lemonade by causing even more chaos to use as a cover. Not sure if this is a fear check, or intimidate check, or a deceive check; but Modesty has a Fear Rating of 1, and is trained in Intimidate and Deceive (S 40, Fel 20).
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| # ? Feb 28, 2013 19:23 |
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Nihilius Pax "My associate here is right," Nihilius says to the officer. "We have extremely urgent business with the Administratum. I suggest you take care of that," he points to the body of the old man before turning and walking toward the Administratum building. Just walk away.
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| # ? Mar 1, 2013 06:08 |
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The police officer is still non-plussed by all this, and now getting agitated that you aren't cooperating. When Nihilius turns to leave and Grimace grabs the man's arm, he looks incredulous. "I'ma officer o' the law, you git yer hands offa me!" An asp appears in his hand and he whacks the back of Nihilius' leg with it. Nihilius immediately falls to one knee. He moves to strike Grimace in the head but the guardsman dodges and it glances off his shoulder. "Herb, come to yer goddamn senses, we gotta haul these assholes in. Get yer cuffs." The frightened policeman fumbles with some manacles. In the administatrum building, Modesty creates quite a panic. "A wat?! Oh crikey! Better check with my boss to see if we can close'r something" one of the Adepts scurries to the back, the others deciding to wait patiently. Nihilius takes 1 wound. Modesty, what exactly are you causing a commotion to do? I'll NPC Werix until he has his internets back, so lemme know what you're thinking. He has already slipped off into the crowd with his forgery. The problem here is that this policeman aced his willpower check so he is unafraid of Nihilius and you guys just being dicks instead of complying, so I think you need another plan. He beat grimace in a straight up opposed rolling, he is a monster. also you probably could have just returned the man's form and said he mistakenly dropped it and is just a crazy old man 
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| # ? May 21, 2013 18:54 |
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I was thinking that, but Grim isn't that subtle.  he does realize that shooting two police officers in a crowded area in broad daylight probably isn't a great plan. Guys, do we have a better plan?
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