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The Elder Scrolls: Heart of Darkness

HAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAANK!

@Hank

Warhammer 40k: Enemy Without, Enemy Within - an 'Ecclesiarchal' RP [Mature][High Casual/Low Advanced]

@jbeil@BCTheEntity@Kratesis@Andreyich

Riiiiiiiiiiiiiight...

That will be the last post on the platform, one way or another we are advancing into the main hive in the next one, I am handing over direction the players at this moment. I have several lines of narrative that could be followed, but it depends on what the players want to do - do you want to neutralise the PDF? Go and find the actual Governor? Grab the Guard vehicle and race into the under-hive? Actually attempt an investigation?

Every choice will connect to another and have consequences, so think carefully before posting.

Feel free to ask questions that you think I can probably answer if you like.

Warhammer 40k: Enemy Without, Enemy Within - an 'Ecclesiarchal' RP [Mature][High Casual/Low Advanced]

@Andreyich@jbeil@BCTheEntity@Kratesis

It may have appeared as if Kliment was too busy staring at the corpse of the until-then Governor, indeed his eyes had not moved since they returned from watching the (possibly) loyal Guardsmen rounded up and herded as (possible) heretics into the back of the transport – along with them went at least a squad of Sisters, made into prison guards for the moment, those that would take these castaways into the atmosphere and find out by life or death whether they knew anything of this ploy – but in truth he noticed and heard everything.

Horacio's pleas had come to nought once the Inquisitors escort had moved into action, the majority of the Guard personnel – probably as loyal as loyal could be – dropping their weapons as soon as they realised what had happened and was now happening in return. Of course, there would be a potentially guiltless Corporal who may never return to active service, and two that would not even have that chance; had Sister Alexa not moved with the forcefulness and purpose that she did, well, Lisbeth may have been among the prisoners instead of his personal protectors...or worse.

Only the four of them, Kliment himself, and a half-dozen other Sisters (Celestian Victorine having accompanied the guard detail back to the Inquisitorial vessel in orbit) now remained standing on the platform alone after the lander had taken off in a rush of displaced air and engine thrusters.

“Sisters...” the Inquisitor spoke up, gesturing for them to form a semi-circle before him, “and Confessor,” he added to acknowledge Horacio and his position there, “'Immortality through Faith' is what the heretic said before disposing of himself, and they are words that I have heard before.” At his side his fingers twitched, the pain that had been expelled from his body by adrenaline now beginning to seep into him as he spoke, “it is not something of which I can speak now, not without further proof, but I will tell you this; there is corruption on this planet, the same corruption that has been found on multiple planets throughout the sector.”

His bionic eye, as red as his other eye, whirred in and out of focus as he took in each of them.

“What we must decide now is how to proceed, and I turn to you all for your counsel – I am not one to simply declare Exterminatus, and I do believe that the caner which infests this planet can be removed if correct measures are taken. So, I ask, what to do? The Governor is clearly not present here, but may still be alive and a captive or hostage. The PDF has been infiltrated at least, and if word gets out here of the 'Governors' demise there could be revolution. I have no doubt that the lower hive is where we would find the hub of the refuse and cesspool of heretical activity on Athega Tertius, but simply entering it and hoping for the best is something that may also provoke a larger reaction than I would like.”

There was clearly no doubt that Kliment was telling them less than he knew, as he would see it for their own safety and preservation, but he also knew that he could not (and would not) keep it from them forever. No, they would need to know at some point, but for now they were more useful being focused on a task that would benefit both himself and the planet at large.

“I am still not sure if my assumptions are correct,” he admitted in a show of frank honesty to them all, “but we cannot remain here, too much has happened and when their proxy Governor does not return then suspicion will begin to take hold. Thoughts?”

Warhammer 40k: Kill-Team Epsilon, a Death=][=Watch RP - Currently closed!

Either is fine; think of a table-top game of DW, I'll set scenes and the like, but it is up to the players to actually decide what to do unless otherwise forced into something by the GM.

Warhammer 40k: Kill-Team Epsilon, a Death=][=Watch RP - Currently closed!

@KabenSaal@Wraithblade6@Zelosse

You'd never achieve it, but feel free to try and kill him..

If you wish to go on, I'll have a post up probably on Tuesday. If you don't wish to go on, I can find a suitable way to kill everyone.

Warhammer 40k: Enemy Without, Enemy Within - an 'Ecclesiarchal' RP [Mature][High Casual/Low Advanced]

Been away for 4 days for a relatives birthday, I intend to give this thread an update as soon as I return. So you'll know then.

Are We the Bad Guys? - A WH40k RP [Mature]

Berzerk, battle fury and hatred give great bonuses :D !!!

@Klomster

Not if you work in fast food, although I do feel like killing people half the time.

Anyway, I hope my post was alright, feel free to have your character wander about and prod things, ask questions, whatever; if someone can fly, we'll jettison off into space soon, if not...then we'll need to get somewhere and escape from there.

Are We the Bad Guys? - A WH40k RP [Mature]

@Necroes@BCTheEntity@Wraithblade6@Klomster@Sophrus@agentmanatee

The only response that Lucius received from the Emperor's Child was a robotised chuckle via his mouth-grill coupled with a singular finger bought up to where his lips may well have been. They were all stood here in pretty much pitch black, and the questions of the incognito Astartes were as valid as any other, so he intended to answer them all in one swift go...the sooner they got out of here the better.

“Observe,” he half-spoke and half-commanded, moving quickly to an alcove and away from the sight of the others for just a moment, followed by a sharp hissing sound and a sturdy hum that spread quickly, like the awakening of a thousand insects but with a distinct note of technology rather than biology.

All around them the chamber came to life - lumostrip lights almost blinding in there intensity flashing into activation mode, the containers taking on less of an eerie quality as they were lit from all angles, and the true extent of the room they had so hurriedly made their way into becoming rather apparent as Vedius reappeared and gestured about him with one large hand.

What he was gesturing to was a square chamber that looked more like an apothecaries lab, a huge space with a high ceiling, and walls and a mesh floor of glistening metal. All around was technology, all of it pristine and free of rust or even dust particles, 'sterile' would have been the perfect word for it, that came straight from the era of the Great Crusade and seemed to be working just as well as it would some ten-thousand years in the past. All of this would no doubt titillate members of the modern Mechanicus, indeed any connoisseur of near-forgotten tech.

At the farthest end of the chamber, directly opposite the door, was a section that could only be correctly described as a 'command deck' – a huge viewing screen present in front of flashing navigation and sensor consoles and a command throne, flanked on either side by windows of stained glass depicting the Emperor and Fulgrim together, the entire area on standby.

Going down the left-hand side of the room were multiple tables, the size of an Astartes but easily capable of holding down a normal human, tables and the trays of instruments beside them showing that this space was more than just a lab, it was also a torture chamber and morgue for the deceased.

On the right-hand side was everything that one may need for their survival, such as spare parts of power armour and inactive weapons placed carefully on racks, auspexes and Heresy-era jump packs, as well as rations for any human members of the crew that may have been important enough to make their way here.

Lastly, and perhaps most importantly, were the containers themselves; as tall as any unaugmented human and still glowing with a life all there own. If one were to take a closer look, a much closer look, then they may be able to pick out the shapes of seemingly amber stones, each one throbbing with a life of its own, hundreds of them, restrained by an anti-psychic liquid created by a mad Apothecary of the Emperor's Children for this singular purpose.

“I am Decurion Vedius of the Emperor's Children, Palatine Blade and apparently an Astartes out of time,” there came another chuckle as he spoke “welcome everyone to the Falcon, the smaller cousin of the Aquila – that is the vessel upon which we were all nearly massacred – and I hope our means of escaping from this Hell.”

With a hiss of latch-release and a grunt as he pulled the crested helmet from his head, the handsome features of a son of Fulgrim were revealed, pale skinned and blue eyed, his hair as white as that of his Primarch and his mouth set in a grim line across his face.

“Those,” he said, pointing to sigils clearly burnt into the metal of the walls around them, “are markings embedded there to make all psychic abilities within this room null and void.” Slowly he moved his finger to point at one of the tubes, “when our Primarch was betrayed by Eldrad Ulthran of Ulthwé, I and my comrades were despatched to take vengeance upon the aliens, and here is the result – several hundred of their so-called 'spirit stones', each containing the soul of an Eldar within them. They are articles of great value, psychically charged, and the Word Bearers wanted them for their own.”

Until now he had been looking primarily at the tubes or the floor, now he lifted his head and stared directly at Lucius, his fingers twitching slightly as his side as he took in the entire group of them – the whole sordid little band.

“Now, if I might ask, who are you? Who are you all?”

Probably better not to kill them, he needed bodies to fly this craft – if they even could – and there would surely be time for such things later.

“Can any of you pilot a ship?”

Are We the Bad Guys? - A WH40k RP [Mature]

@agentmanatee You're fine, don't worry.

@Klomster It's cool, I'm quite snappy at the moment, and when I'm tired I don't take any criticism too well. So I apologise, we can all have a moan at some point or another.

Are We the Bad Guys? - A WH40k RP [Mature]

@BCTheEntity By all means, have at it.