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The players are:

Randomoniuom
VikingScott
Luke_Prowler
Dreggog
Baronrichthofen
Commissar_NIkev
red_ix
(Lexx, if you read this and still want to play, there is still a spot open for you if you want to join. PM me and I'll get things sorted.)

Dark heresy Game 2

Copied from the original thread - Player advice:

1. This is your game, and your story. It isn't as cut and paste as Warhammer 40millions, and you can do pretty much whatever you want as long as it is in keeping with your character's personality. This means that if you are hidden behind some barrels of oil you can attempt to roll them at the enemies and blow them up. The GM would work out a sequence of rolls to see if you succeed. (Ordinary (+10) Strength test to get the barrel rolling, enemy takes an Intelligence test to work out whats going to happen and then if passed, takes an agility test to avoid it and/or, not fall over. then the character would shoot at the barrel and attempt to make it explode, which would then do damage to the enemy)

2. Don't be afraid to leave the beaten track of the story. As with 1, it's your story and isn't cut and paste. If theres a moment when you can make a descision that fits your fluff but deviates from how the story is supposed to go, do it if you want. This goes for the GM as well.

3. Having said that, this is a role playing game - not a game of 'Lets see how far we can push/beat the GM'. The GM is the ultimate authority in the game and annoying me may well result in nasty things happening to your character. I won't use this power lightly but be aware it is a perfectly reasonable tool in my arsenal.

4. No OOC posts in the thread. Use Skype instead.

I think that's everything. Good luck all and have fun! /begin game.


The Reign of Iron

Date: --.853.593.M41.
Location: The Nebula class Merchant vessel 'Rancor'
Cargo Hold

You awake from the dream with a splitting headache, your senses scrambled as they struggle to return to normal. As the whispering voices inside your head fade, so does the memory of Iocanthos, Aristachus, Jansen and everything that happened during your mission. In a few minutes you remember little, save the fact you and the other members of your cell all died horribly. You notice that as you exit the cramped metal cell that serves as a bedroom, that everyone else is exhibiting the same symptoms, and when someone brings it up during your sparse morning meal it is revealed that everyone else in the group had the exact same dream. You attempt to memorise the precise details but it is like trying to keep water in a sieve, and you soon give up. One thing you do notice though is that you appear to be slightly more proficient at certain things - almost as if what you learned in the dream has intruded into your waking life. It is very strange.

The groups Tech Priest, a Mech-Wright who goes by the name of Issac Karokov, appears to be the only member of the cell unaffected by the dream, though he explains that he was working on the engines all night, and does not sleep as 'meatbags' do. His manner is, as always, slightly unsettling due to the constant whirring of machinery and the chemical smell that emanates from his person.

Immediately after you have finished breakfast, a tall, dark figure in black robes and wearing an Inquisitorial Emblem enters your quarters and beckons for you to follow, completely silent as usual. It leads you down into the bowels of the ship, past rows and rows of industrial packing crates and dormant mechanical devices, till eventually you come to the small alcove that serves as your briefing centre, into which the mysterious figure motions you to enter. No-one else on the ship bar the captain and his first officer are aware of its existence, as this ship has a secret, darker purpose than just carrying merchant supplies to the outer edges of the Calixis Sector - it is also a carrier for any inquisitorial agents who require secrecy.

You enter the alcove, and see a small desk and a workstation, complete with quills, autoscribes, an Interface unit and a large plasmoid screen marked with the Inquisitorial Logo and the Imperial Aquila. The smell of incense permeates the room, presumably to keep it pure.

The screen flickers into life, and displays 4 hand scanning devices, which you use. One of them is left empty, as if for a missing party member. Once it has verified your Identities, the screen changes again - this time switching to show a barely furnished room, with another Aquila on the rear wall and the sign of the Ordo Xenos superimposed upon it. In the middle of the room sits a woman on a large chair in front of a desk, who begins to speak.

"This is a pre recorded message containing instructions for your first mission as part of a single acolyte cell. It will only be repeated once. Greetings. I am Inquisitor Vale Dalith, of the Ordo Xenos, as I am sure you are aware. As this is your first mission and I do not wish to see my new charges meet a grisly demise at the hands of xenos scum, this shouldn't be too difficult to handle. One of your number is of course, still en route to the sector, so will not take part in the mission. Three others who have recently been re-tasked to your cell are also still in transit, and will meet you on the planet. They have already taken part in missions for me, and you will find they are highly capable - even if they are a little... shady. The cleric who is part of the group tends to keep them in check however. Naturally, everything I say is strictly confidential, and is not to be heard by anyone other than yourselves." She pauses to collect some sheets of parchment in front of her. "Right, onto the mission - Your destination is the planet Laskin, a hive world in the Drusus Marches. This world is unusual in that it has only one Hive, and as a result - the Outposts of the Ecclesiarchy and the Mechanicus are almost right next to each other. Now, it doesn't take a genius to realise that the Cult Mechanicus and the Ecclesiarchy aren't exactly good friends at the best of times, so when we received a message from the Ecclesiarchy informing us that the Mechanicus had been using xenos technology, we naturally took it with a pinch of salt. This is your mission: you are to investigate these claims, and discover whether there is any truth to them, whilst remaining covert. I would recommend starting your investigation in a local hotel, and attempt to find out what you can about the Mechanius and the Ecclesiarchy on the planet. Then you must attempt to discover the truth of the claims via covert infiltration. Once you have assessed the seriousness of the situation, you are not to engage the perpetrators directly. Instead you must use the long range Vox caster one of you will be issued with after this briefing, and report back directly to me. Depending on your findings, we will despatch the necessary forces to deal with whatever threat you discover. You will then be taken to a classified location for debriefing. Good luck. Dalith out."

When you arrive back at your quarters, Zek discovers a small, black bag on his bed. Inside it he discovers a revolver, 12 bullets, a sabre and a punch dagger. He vaguely recalls that they are his, but cannot remember how or where he got them.

The next few days are uneventful, and you arrive at the planet safely, descending via dropship. It is early afternoon. You are met at the port by a man bearing the emblem of the Inquisition, who escorts you to your accommodation. When you arrive, three others are there already - presumably the new members of your cell. The man with the emblem informs you that the Ecclesiarchy have been alerted to your presence here, and will meet you to discuss the situation in a few days, since you arrived early. For now though, you have the rest of the day to get to know the new acolytes, as well as explore the city if you wish. After the day is over you may use the next two days to explore the city, visit taverns, or anything else you may think of.

++Subjects of cell. I am Isaac Karokov. Tech-priest.++
He opens his arms with a wide gesture point at a few cyper implants. ++I bid you the notion of luck for this assignment.++

a rather unremarkable man wearing a patched leather trench coat over a vest which by the faded blood stains has had several owners; looks over at the tech priest and groans: "guh. like we need more alter jockeys around here. especially a cog boy."
he gives the rest of the newcomers an appraising look before thinking better of it. "at any rate the names Felix."

Uriah looked at the others entering the room, sizing them up. The cleric was wearing a long set of robes, with an opening down the middle revealing a green button-up shirt and khaki pants, and a worn out trilby hat. He then looked over to Felix and let out a sigh. "Don't mind him. He's like that..." The cleric got up from his seat, and held out his hand to shake. "I'm Uriah. It's good to meet you all, and I hope we will be able to work together in such times."

Solomon got up out of his seat, eyeballing the techpriest with a hint of disgust. "Da name's Solomon," He said in an masked underhive accent "Feels weird being back in me ole' stompin grounts. Never taut I'd live long enough o' see dis place again." As he sits back down, he pulls at the collar like device on his neck. Saying to no one in particular " Any o' yooz got some o' dat chafe powda?"

One of the new people speaks up. "I'm Var." He has dark brown skin, and black hair, but his eyes are light blue, which look even lighter with his complexion. He's wearing blue coverals, and a orange vest, giving him the look of a sanitation worker, or a member of a road repair crew. "Has anyone seen any markets or weapons stores?" he askes. His accent is flat, but he speaks Gothic clearly enough. "I'm down to one mag, and I hate being down to one mag."


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"I'm not one for sitting around when there's a whole hive to look through," says Var. "I think I'd like to look around a bit, maybe do a little requisition of some ammo, and maybe get something to eat."

"Any of you up for a walk? You can stay here if you would like, obviously."

Var, clearly not wanting to irritate, gets up, and closes up his orange vest. "I'm taking orders for ammo. If you want anything, give me some thrones and I'll pick it up for you. I won't even charge my normal procurement fees, as we're all new friends," he says with a grin.

" ah my colleague has the right idea. shall we take to the streets?" without another word felix sweeps out of the door and into the streets where he disappears into a passing crowd of people.

You exit your habitation block and set out to explore the hive. The two new members of the cell inform you that you are in the southern part of the hive - the main habitation blocks. The Northern quarter contains the market and production regions of the hive, the Western quarter is under control of the Mechanicus and the Eastern populated by Ecclesiarch members. The hive spire is off limits too all but the nobilitas, and at night the gangs of the underhive launch raids into the streets - despite a constant Arbite presense. They tell you that during the day, the habitation blocks of the middle hive remain largely empty, with the majority of the population heading to the Tritanium mines and factorium of the underhive - then returning to the middle hive to the market area to drown their sorrows in the many taverns and brothels of that sector. The working periods are on half day shifts, so there is almost always a large amount of people in the market quarter. Due to the sheer size of the hive, it takes half a Terran Standard hour to go between quarters, and you only have 5 TS hours before the hive switches to its lunar setting. Not having any real information on the situation, the only place you can reasonably go to is the market quarter.



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Transport within Laskin hive is most unusual. It consists of a system of tunnels connecting each quadrant to all the others. The tunnels work by inducing a separate gravity field within the tunnels that causes the shuttles to fall horizontally towards their destination. The occupants of the shuttle are strapped in backwards and must endure the extreme speeds caused by the falling of the large shuttles. When they have reached their destination, they are freed from their gravity field and the pod is stopped by friction on the surface of the tunnel. Suffice to say it is a dangerous form of transport, but it is infinitely preferable to spending days or weeks walking through the maze of streets and alleys of Laskin Hive, where a wrong turn could send you down towards the underhive - a vile, decrepid place - infested with Gangers and mutants.

You exit the main terminal and look around. The market is full of people, with many clustering around the wide open hive caverns where you can hear raised voices. Despite the grey, featureless architecture of the hive, many of the shopkeepers and tavern owners Almost anything can be bought or sold here, should you be able to find the right place. In the deeper levels of the market quarter, there is a thriving black market, which by means of a complicated protection system, is completely untouchable by the local Arbites, whose offices are located in one of the taller spires of this quarter.

Uriah wobbled out of the shuttle after they were allowed to leave, holding his gut with his hand, worse for wear, and making a beeline towards one of the benches nearby. "I think I'm going to barf my brains out." He says out loud, then collapses on the bench while waiting for the feelings in his legs to come back. He tries keeps a close eye on the others, making sure that they would not run off and cause trouble like they usually do, but could not on account of the whole hive spinning around him. He got up, his senses beginning to settle, and he followed the other, looking for something he could use for cheep. He'll know when he sees it.

"Oi gents, I'll be rolling witcha. Ima try an' find me ol' bar fer a drink." Solomon gets up and follows the other members towards the market then breaks off to his favorite bar in the market district, "The Bloated Grox." He pulls up a seat at the end of the bar with a view outside. Throwing down a throne he orders a local rotgut, and watches for his new friends to start heading back.

The Bartender scoops up the throne for the drink and pulls a pint from the dispenser. "That'll be anuvva 'frone fer tha' glass mate. Times are tough right now, we gotta make a livin' " He holds out a hand expectantly.

Isaac walks calmly off of the transport no worse for wear. He looks disgusted at Uriahs poor phyiseque and walks into the market district.

The Bartender wrote: "That'll be anuvva 'frone fer tha' glass mate. Times are tough right now, we gotta make a livin' "

"Yooz takin me fer a joov?" He says as he finshes the drink in one go.

Solomon stands up and rests his hand on his trench tool, saying"Getcher mitts outta me face 'afore ya loos 'em!"

"You know dem mines ain't producin' so much lately, what with all dem cave ins. Unless you're an off worlder? You don't look like an off worlder" The hiver looks at you suspisciously as two large men with clubs in their hands come and stand over you. "Nah pay up, or my friends here will make sure you have an accident."

Note: You failed your carouse test for drinking that rotgut. You gain 1 level of fatigue.

Isaac decides to follow the local as he is more likely to know about the hive. He walks into the pub to see him arguing with the barman over the pricing. Seeing the two hevies looming he decides it time for some tact. "So sorry I'm late friend, here let me pay this half." He flips a coin at the barman. "Thats the charge right?"his disturbing vioce getting many glances. "The Mechanicus is paying for this bit"

A group of people in robes near a corner of the bar stand up, pushing their chairs over in the process. They leave the bar, pausing only to spit at Issac's feet. The last one mutters "Traitor". About 2 fifths of the bar leaves with them, many of them casting ominous glances in your direction.

The Bartender looks at you scornfully. "Now look what you've done. Get out of my pub 'fore you cause any more trouble. All of you."

Issac points at Soloman "You."
He motions to the door. "Come."
he walks out.

Chazzick stood with the rest of the Group checking on Uriah, "I'm going to find some more, exotic, items if anyone wishes to join me." Chazzick stood for a few moments before begining to head off.

Var trots into the bar, noting the crowd leaving.

"We should stick together," Val says. "As soon as our coggie walked in, the bar clears out. That's not the kind of attention we need."


Var checks his autopistol and makes sure it's within easy reach.

"Can we find a weapons dealer before we accidently pick a fight with a crowd of locals? We should keep moving, and let's keep an eye for anyone looking sideways at Isaac."

Uriah looked over to Chazzick and gave a curious look. He decided that he did not want to know what he meant by 'exotic' items. He saw Soloman walking into a bar followed by a few others, and watched as several others exit in only a few minutes, and Uriah walks over to the bar to hear the threats of a disgruntled bartender. Uriah walked over to the soldier and grabs the poor man by the ear and pulls down hard, making the already unbalanced Soloman almost fall over. "I can't keep my sight off of you for one minute and you're already causing trouble!" He looked over to the bartender "I apologize for my friend here, he as NO SELF CONTROL!" He yelled the last part right in Soloman ear (yes, the one Uriah still has a death grip on), and begins dragging him out of the door, and tosses him out of the bar.

"That seemed unessacery preacher" Isaac said calmly. "local, point me in the direction of a good section of the market, preferably allied with the Mechanicum rather than the Eccaliasch."

The local looks up from sweeping the streets. "Din' cha' know mate? Most of the tradesmen don't get involved in tha' rubbish. Get more customers that way don't thay innit?" The local moves off, his back bent over his autosweeper.

Uriah looked to Issac, sighing "I know, and I wish that I did not have to do it, but sometimes violence is the only think that will keep them in check. Throne protect what would happen if I was not there." He then heard the street sweeper and smiled. "How convenient"

"Alright, I need a trench coat or something similar to replace my Mechanicus robe so I will not be hassaled as much. A hood will also be required."

felix disappeared into the crowd of disoriented commuters almost as soon as the shuttle stopped. he reappears a few meters away from the bar and stops a native. " evening mate, would you be interested in once in a lifetime opportunity?" (charm test)

"Isaac", Chazzick called out, "Care to join me in my search? Maybe you'll see a nice trench-coat along the way?" Chazzick motioned his hands in a sweeping motion that suggested they get moving before the day dissolves away.

I shall join you. If we stick together we're more likely to not be hassaled. What are you looking for?" Isacc steps neatly towards Chazzic.

dregogg wrote: felix disappeared into the crowd of disoriented commuters almost as soon as the shuttle stopped. he reappears a few meters away from the bar and stops a native. " evening mate, would you be interested in once in a lifetime opportunity?" (charm test)

The Hab worker looks up at you hopefully. "Please, help me kind sir. I'll take it, just help me make my life better." He grovels at your feet as you walk with the others towards a nearby clothing shop.

Once inside, the shopkeeper looks up from his drawing board. "Welcome" he exclaims, beaming at you."Welcome to my clothing emporium. Whatever you want, I can provide." He steps down from his candle lit drawing alcove.

"and what can I do you for today sirs?" He grabs a jacket from a nearby rack and approaches Soloman. "Try this jacket sir? Ooh, suits you sir. Very smart sir."

"Chazzic, come with me quickly, then we'll look for what you need" Isaac follows Soloman and Felix to the clothing emporuim and goes inside.

Var walks into the clothing store and remembers he's been wearing the same filthy jump suit since he was "hired" on to the team. He looks down at himself and notes the smudges of food, gun oil, grease, blood, as well as the parts looking worn from toxic oozes from his home hive. His boots look terrible as well.

"How much are clothes here? I think I need new ones." Var tells the shop keeper he would like new boots. He also would like solid, durable pants, a good shirt, and a jacket. "I'll want the jacket a bit too big," Var says. "And extra pockets on the pants, as well as on the inside of the jacket. "Also, a heavy duty belt."

"I can come back tomorrow and pick them up, if you don't have them today, assuming you can give me a good price." (Barter Test)