I think we need to choose another day that we can all agree on.
I'm fine with all days.
I can do most days, but all of next week (starting the 20th) is a no-go because exams.
And I can't do Saturdays either.
[QUOTE=Nitrowing;30281318]The group's Techpriest and Psyker are on the jungle world of Ferrus in search of rare crystals in a hidden cave and to investigate the vox silence of Outpost Omega. Currently they have hired a guide, Mr. Mud-Loon, and are in his river skimmer going deeper into the dense jungle. A storm began brewing and worsened as they went, causing the boat to flip 4 times hurting all passengers. The docked with the shore and went to sleep with Mud-Loon watching over them. They awoke to Mud shouting for them to rise. 5 small creatures whipped about through the brush insanely fast, one of them leaped onto the boat.
It was a lizard which stood waist-high with a large fan-like membrane around it's neck. They fought them off. Two of the acid-spitters were thrown off the boat into the raging river while the other two were blown apart by their shotguns. Mud kicked off from shore to avoid more conflict. They went on as the storm cleared. Then I rolled on the random event table and got a 100, the worst of the worst. My players expected a dragon or kraken at best. It was worse.
"You guys picked a bad day to come to Ferrus. Today happens to be the day the local Adeptus begin strip-mining the planet. Behind you, you can see a massive beam of pure energy from the sky evaporating the river and landscape far behind you rapidly approaching."
Mud-Loon gunned the engines while Delphan was screaming into his vox caster for them to cease mining. The beam is right behind them at this point and I decided to end the session on a cliffhanger.[/QUOTE]
They kept onwards. The beam slowly approaching yet dimming in intensity. It stopped mere meters away from the back of the boat. The engines were almost completely melted and the crew had almost died of heatstroke. Delphan began doing some tech tests to repair the melted engines while Nixios began talking to a very angry and noble-sounding voice on the vox.
"[I]Have you any idea how much it costs to reactivate a strip-mining beam from low orbit? Who the hell do you think you are?[/I]" Said the voice.
"[I]I am Nixios and I am accompanied by Technomancer Delphan Amos. Your actions have imperiled the success of our mission on behalf of the Archmagos Council.[/I]"
"[I]I am unaware of any 'mission' of such a sort. I am on the authority of one or more of the council to destroy this sector of this world for the future mining operations. I am ordering you to leave immediately as you are halting our progress.[/I]"
"[I]Our locomotive abilities are hindered, we have been trying to leave this sector, but require additional time to leave![/I]" said Delphan from the now less-smoldering engines.
[I]"I have no time for this. *[B]Prepare the cannons.[/B]* Leave.[/I]"
[I]* =Aside[/I]
They happened to hear his aside and began scrambling around the boat, jury-rigging the engines, pinning stuff down, and a lot of shouting. Delphan fixes the engines and Mud begins choking them.
"[I]I am in current conversation with the council. I have my orders...[/I]" says the Ship's Captain.
"[I]I swear, those hauty beurocrats are going to get a fine taste of justice when I get back there....[/I]" grunts Nixios.
*[B]"Yes...Yes I understand it's jus-...Yes, Magos. As you command."[/B] says the Captain aside to some dark heretic.* "I have no choice." *[B]"Fire."[/B]*
Three thin red beams come down from the sky, all scattered across the horizon, each growing in intensity slowly.
"[I]GODDAMNED ADEPTUS![/I]" Mud-loon screams as he revvs the engine which barely springs to life.
Delphan uses intimidate: "[I]If you fire that and fail to kill me, which you will, I will personally inform the Magos Council and bring the wrath of the Auxilia Mymidon as well as the Holy Inquisition upon your head for the attemped murder of their loyal servant. I will enjoy wearing your skull.[/I]"
79. "[I]...We shall see.[/I]" Comms are cut.
They begin screaming down the river as the massive lasers grow in intensity and speed, evaporating the jungle and river far behind them, rapidly approaching the boat. Delphan and Nixios begin arguing over who gets to kill the Captain when they catch him.
"[I]ENOUGH BICKERING!!! WE! ARE GOING! TO DIE![/I]" screams Mud.
"THEN DRIVE" Screams Nixios.
"Our talking does not affect the speed of the boat." Says Delphan calmly.
[I]To be continued...[/I]
[QUOTE=Nitrowing;30412148][I]To be continued...[/I][/QUOTE]
[img]http://dl.dropbox.com/u/12875849/reactions/sweetjesus.jpg[/img]
Amazing...
[QUOTE=Nitrowing;30412148](Story part)
They begin screaming down the river as the massive lasers grow in intensity and speed, evaporating the jungle and river far behind them, rapidly approaching the boat. Delphan and Nixios begin arguing over who gets to kill the Captain when they catch him.
"[I]ENOUGH BICKERING!!! WE! ARE GOING! TO DIE![/I]" screams Mud.
"THEN DRIVE" Screams Nixios.
"Our talking does not affect the speed of the boat." Says Delphan calmly.
[I]To be continued...[/I][/QUOTE]
The lasers begin moving in an attack pattern, one trying to flank the boat, one trying to cut it off, and the final one tracing the path of the river up towards them. Mud fails a drive test and sends the boat skidding across some rocks, barely avoiding a crash. He laughs madly as he drives at a ludicrous speed up the river, the jury-rigged engines screaming in protest all the way. Delphan rolls for an epiphany as all hope looks lost as the lasers reach their maximum intensity and gain ground. The voice of the Omnisiah clicks through his circuits: "[B][I]They seek the boat's heat signature, not its occupants.[/I][/B]"
"[I]They are after the boat, not us![/I]" Shouts Delphan over the roar of the engines."[I]Does this ship have an auto-pilot?[/I]"
"[I]Well...yes. But-[/I]"
"[I]No time. We abandon the boat, make for the shore, and run like hell.[/I]" declares Delphan as he grabs his pack.
"[I]...Consider this one of my expenses, Mr. Delphan![/I]" Mud puts the boat on autopilot and grabs his supplies. Delphan rips some spare parts out of the engine. "It only needs one, right?"
The lasers are growing near, it is considerably hot. Mud, Nixios, and Delphan line up on the rim of the boat. They leap on the count of two. Nixios and Mud land in the water safely while Delphan rolls onto shore instead of slamming into a tree at 40 miles per hour. The swimmers dragged themselves to shore and begin sprinting like madmen to catch up with Delphan who was exerting all his potentia coil energy into his leg muscles.
They ran about half a mile before feeling the heat rise, Nixios and Mud overtook the hefty Delphan while just keeping a short lead. The heat rises quickly. They begin to sweat profusely, animals come shrieking out of the bushes, fleeing their inevitable fates, the beam tracing the river can now be heard in the distance as if a tidal wave of death were approaching them. The beam was more than 2KM in diameter. The further they sprinted, the hotter it became. The heat rose and rose to an unbearable temperature, all of them taking Toughness tests not to pass out.
"[I]ALMOST THERE, BOYS![/I]" Mud shouted from the jungle up ahead of them.
As the heat reached the melting point and their innards began bubbling from nausea, the explosions of trees being atomized and animal's screams being cut short was almost on top of them. In a final last ditch effort, they jump just as the beam passes a few dozen meters behind them, sending them all flying on a pure wave of thermal energy, for what seems like dozens of meters, into a puddle of mud where Mud happens to be laying. The Strip-Miner beam and the heat it brought, slowly fade away into the distance.
"[I]It appears we were too late to save our guide. He appears to have liquified.[/I]" Says Delphan, sarcastically pointing out the irony of Mud in mud.
"[I]Stuff it, Nixios.[/I]" Says Mud "[I]Or was that Delphan? It's hard to tell. I think my eardrums have gone and melted on me.[/I]"
They laughed for a bit and then got up, cleared the mud from their weapons and looked at the devastation the beams had wrought.
And in other news, there was no session yesterday.
Good lord. The unthinkable has happened.
After a long trek and several encounters they finally settled in a peaceful clearing. All fell asleep, Nixios and Delphan awaken to giant spiders trying to eat them. Mud is missing, as is Lamarr, Delphan's Gun Servitor. They kick the asses of 5 dog-sized spiders who were completely unable to scratch then in their ceramic enforcer carapaces. Delphan butchered them, ripping off legs, gouging out eyes, the cruel-kid routine. After he drove one it's own leg through the last spider's head, the Brood Mother came down. A massive tank sized spider with ludicrous stats attacked them.
Naturally they decided to be unpredictable. Nixios legged it for the nearest bushes while Delphan stood still, whipped out his Vox caster and began demanding to be Strip-mined again. The Brood Mother was just an inch from his face as he calmly poked it in an eye for breathing too loudly. He shocked the beast which just so happened to be immune to fear or stunning by being suicidally ballsy. Nixios grew a pair and ran out of the bushes wielding a massive bomb he had rigged earlier. He threw it right between the spider and Delphan on purpose.
"[I]Face the wrath of the Lord of Shadows, Fools![/I]" He hissed, finally accepting his fate and slipping into pure evil. Delphan only stood their with a mild look of shock as the 6d10 of damage went off in his face, blowing him into bloody chunks, overloading his potentia coil and detonating his ammo, dealing tonnes of damage to the fell beast, leaving it with only two wounds remaining. Nixios calmly walked over to the bloody remains of Delphan. The web which held millions of tiny spiders burned.
"[I]...Y-y-you...monster...[/I]" Sighed the Brood Mother. The daemon Karthajar in Nixios's mind translating for him.
"[I]Flee before I finish you off as well...[/I]" Said Nixios, his eyes glowing. He kneeled down and pulled out his chaos artifact and began extracting the soul of his once-ally Delphan, his screams of protest drowned out as his spirit evaporated into the Immaterium. Nixios stood up refreshed with 10 additional willpower and corruption points.
"[I]...Now.[/I]"
And so the Brood Mother, a beast that had seen a thousand years go by, that had birthed millions of offspring, that had been one of the most fearless and dreaded creatures of Ferrus, turned and ran away.
Nixios merely began looting...
[quote] Raping players is a crime. Raping their characters is just bad taste. GET IT RIGHT, DAMNIT![/quote]
A pearl of wisdom from /tg/.
Also, Heretical Psykers are the best Psykers.
Rescheduled session today, the conspiracy begins!
SESSION IS HAPPENEING YAAAAAAAAY
OH GOD MY PLOT!
ALL ABOARD THE PLOT TRAIN!
[img]http://dl.dropbox.com/u/9488680/plottrain.gif[/img]
Plot spray was probably the funniest thing in the session still.
[highlight]TELL ME YOUR SECRETS
CABBAGE BOAT[/highlight]
:crying:
You monsters.
I am intrigued to know what the hell everyone is referring to.
:frown: It was horrible, I'll write a summary up now.
[editline]17th June 2011[/editline]
[img]http://dl.dropbox.com/u/24644664/Mission%204%20%20P1%28The%20hegemony%29.png[/img]
[img]http://dl.dropbox.com/u/24644664/Mission%204%20%20P2%28The%20hegemony%29.png[/img]
Now for my illustrated version of events.
after the whole business of boarding a train and that Ecclesiarch deciding to leave, Mad did attempt to rugby tackle them to the floor.
He succeed but his victory was short live, as suddenly out of the blue.
[img]http://dl.dropbox.com/u/9488680/plotspray.png[/img]
We then tried to steal a truck off some people who were unloading cabbages. Fippe forced mad into intimidating him into driving a truck.
We stalled it, got back on the train and contemplated what would happen if Ohforf used float while on the train.
[img]http://dl.dropbox.com/u/9488680/tramride.png[/img]
Ohforf wanted to continue his spate of breaking things but we advised against it as knowing Dark Heresy we would probably derail the game literally.
[img]http://dl.dropbox.com/u/9488680/ohforfandtrams.png[/img]
We then got to the docks and then there was the whole business with the Hegemony goons and us detecting a psyker.
Although Geza was focusing on something more important, or so he thought.
[img]http://dl.dropbox.com/u/9488680/cabbagebaot.png[/img]
Then the Hegemony set off and the old man invited us into his boat.
[img]http://dl.dropbox.com/u/9488680/plotboat.png[/img]
We got to the refinery and some shooting happened.
That's all the pictures i have for now, needless to say we laughed so hard it hurt.
I didn't :crying:
[QUOTE=cyclocius;30516605]I didn't :crying:[/QUOTE]
But it hurt regardless, right?
[QUOTE=cyclocius;30516605]I didn't :crying:[/QUOTE]
Despite what happened it's not like we broke the plot using our normal tactic of "KILL IT!"
In fact, all things considered this is probably the least broken plot so far.
That is, until fippe uses his axe. The plot goes down the drain the moment fippe uses his axe.
Wait a second. 'The Architect'? as in 'The Architect of Fate'? Ooo, Cyclocius, you tricky devil.
If you guys see someone talking about change, run. Run and don't look back.
And don't let them spray you with the pink stuff.
[QUOTE=Nitrowing;30522268]
And don't let them spray you with the pink stuff.[/QUOTE]
[b]PLOT SPRAYYYYYYY[/b]
[QUOTE=Nitrowing;30522268]Wait a second. 'The Architect'? as in 'The Architect of Fate'? Ooo, Cyclocius, you tricky devil.
If you guys see someone talking about change, run. Run and don't look back.
And don't let them spray you with the pink stuff.[/QUOTE]
Yup. Princes, Gardens, Architects and Skull thrones in the Governors Palace!
And the Pink Spray paint is just paint, Promise.
[QUOTE=cyclocius;30523230]Yup. Princes, Gardens, Architects and Skull thrones in the Governors Palace!
And the Pink Spray paint is just paint, Promise.[/QUOTE]
Our dear heretic fishermen weren't too educated in the lore.
Yeah it's only paint.
I tasted it
And you left out the part where Fip tackled me for additional 5 turns, resulting for me crying like a little girl on the ground for 8 total turns
[QUOTE=imadaman;30537282]Yeah it's only paint.
I tasted it
And you left out the part where Fip tackled me for additional 5 turns, resulting for me crying like a little girl on the ground for 8 total turns[/QUOTE]
I have standards, you know. Can't have our judges judging every innocent citizen around, can I?
Quick summary of my team's last session.
They infiltrated a hotel in an Ocean's 11 type scheme involving a bag of spices, a priest, an innocent girl, and a grapnel gun. One of my players fell 30 storeys and survived without fate points being burned. They captured and interrogated 5 cultists who were going to trap them. They ended up using numerous torture methods including: slicing Achilles' tendons, cutting their skin and rubbing alcohol on the cuts, waterboarding, force-feeding lots of water and thumbtacks to them, tickling, and all topped off by extracting their information and then dousing the cultist in Amasec and setting them on fire in a bathtub full of booze. Then they left the last cultist alone in a room with the nascent psyker and ordered her to open fire. As they ran down the hallway, a blood rain, a grave chill, and the third or fourth lesser daemon they have accidentally summoned appeared in the conference room with them.
Good times.
[QUOTE=Fippe;30616912]I have standards, you know. Can't have our judges judging every innocent citizen around, can I?[/QUOTE]
She was being suspicious I was only following my instinct and trying to interrogate her
My other group of players (Same campaign, but they split up) consisting of Nixios and Schegald Mordin, a Mortariat Assassin, just escaped a secondary strip mining in their spaceship this time and were flying alongside the massive stripminer. Mordin, played by the now-dead Delphan, did the most intelligent and sensible thing for a person to do. He jumped ship. He climbed in the airlock with Nixios, suited up and leapt into the void and managed to grapnel himself to the side of their ship.
Now they are onboard thanks to a trash chute and are currently killing the two garbage men they found down there.
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