Grim Dark Reality (Inactive)

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A Dark Heresy game.


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Athasian Halfling Druid/Monk 4 (Heirophant 2) || HP: / || AC: (T: / FF:) || CMD: || Fort:+ Refl:+ Will:+ || Init:+ || Perception:+

...stare into the abyss long enough, it just might stare back at you...


Male Hiveworlder-Volg Penal Legionaire

Sgt. Solvitus is quiet and oddly comfortable for someone wearing an explosive collar. He adjusts the Red-Dot Laser scope on his Lasgun and slams a Hot-Shot Charge into the weapon. "Locked, cocked, ready to rock sir."

If I had known this guard gig was this good, I'd have jumped a ship outta Volg long ago. Sgt. Solvitus smiles as he thinks about his current situation.


Void Born Cleric

"Ah, a legionnaire." Skarr moves into better light, clearly revealing himself to all. Despite his obvious sickly, void born appearance, his stance is as pristine and strong as his Ecclesiarchal robes.
"Tell me; did the Emperor call you to service and you were a coward or are you merely the kind of filth that streams from the void bilges?"

Sword at his waist, flamer on his shoulder, Skarr moves up beside the good sergeant and rests his empty right hand on his shoulder.

"Pray it isn't the former. The latter can be redeemed."


Male Hiveworlder-Volg Penal Legionaire

"Ah, A legionnaire" Sgt. Solvitus says mocking the void born's tone "Look here you robe wearing, pale faced, mask wearing son of a B#$%^, SlimGrim's the name Vside son, what you know about a hive anyway? Coward? Shi, I ain't one hiding behind no mask. Filth? Yeah maybe, but ain't nothing from Volg be clean 'less you got a fancy last name. That you? You born wit da taste of silver? Well too bad homey cause now you in the same place as me. Get ready for some filth, cause doubt ol'Taalik excepts no soft whiners on his team. "

Slimgrim exhales a nice puff of Lho Stick fumes in the Cleric's face, and pulls from his grasp.
"I'll be redeemed in combat, not by your pretty words."


Void Born Cleric

"Well enough, but you are all words and explosive collar to me. I doubt you were brought here for your subtle qualities. However, nothing is more redeeming than the caress of pure promethium or the kiss of the void for a coward. None the less, you still answered my question and more. I doubt the fine man who brought us here would want his name dropped so casually. And as for my reputation, I swam through bilge filth that was tougher and spoke less than you, and they found themselves redeemed. However, 'Slim,' Your collar proves your redemption is not my purpose here. That must be in the hands of someone else."

Turning only his head to look around, looking through Solvitus.

"Shouldn't there be others here?"


Male Hiveworlder-Volg Penal Legionaire

" That's right my redemption has nothin' to do wit your hands so keep 'em to yourself. I seen plenty o'fancy robed fools talking trash. Killed some too. What you think you get one of these collars by playing nice? We will see when the howls of screaming mutants come who is standing without fear. Maybe you can try talkin some of that sweetness to them, I'll be putting the ol'las to em."

He holds up his Lasgun with the Red Dot scope and fully charged Hot-Shot pack he just loaded. He lights another Lho Stick."If they like you I ain't in no hurry to meet 'em." He replies to the red-robed cleric with disdain.


Praetus wanders in, porcelain mask on his face and carapace helmet tucked under his left arm. His autogun is hanging on his back and a club at his waist.

I am sure that the Inquisitor intends for this one to die and thereby redeem himself in the eyes of the God Emperor. I too doubt that he would choose someone that would refer to him with such disrespect. Perhaps we will be provided with the detonator for his collar and his cowardice will keep him silent.

He offers his right hand to the cleric with a slight bow.

Praetus Callum of the Adeptus Arbites. It is a pleasure.


Male Hiveworlder-Volg Penal Legionaire

"We all die homey. Ol'Taalik don't like way I talk 'bout him 'magin he can take care of himself. He ain't like you soft-spoken sycophants, and he don't appreciate a$$-kissers either. Funny you all keep trying to call me a coward. You think that's what Ol'Taalik choses for a team? Who is really being disrespectful. I was content to sit here mind my own til dis mask wearing fool want to talk trash. Now another mask wearing fool want to talk trash. I'd say look in the mirror before you judge me, but I guess you'd have to take 'em off first. Maybe that's why you wear them. Well you can lie to yourselves, but ol'Slim been 'round. Those who talk rarely live to walk once the fightin starts. "

Liberty's Edge

Seth appears from the shadows, his features obscured by his cowl. He swaggers past the others and takes the decanter of amasec and takes a long swig. He wipes his lips with his sleeve.

"I am Seth. Pray speak your names."


Void Born Cleric

After shaking Praetus's hand briefly and bowing curtly...

"I merely asked your crime, Slim. Innocent men do not wear explosive collars in the Imperium. I am sure Arbitrator Callum could explain that all to you in due time.

I believe the short time I have had the displeasure of SlimGrim's company has shown me that his collar instills no fear in him. Am I correct, sergeant? Or corporal, lieutenant or whatever your rank appears to be? I am not familiar with what those chevrons signify."

I was not wearing a mask. That was merely the closest thing I could find to what I was desiring for my character, but for the sanctity of this interaction, I am going to have a thick cloth mask that covers that like in the image.

"Ah! I was far to entwined in the company that I forgot myself! I am Skarr, a humble priest in the service of the God Emperor. Assuredly, my robes gave away as much though."


Void Born Cleric

Seth, may I get a description of your appearance?


Male Hiveworlder-Volg Penal Legionaire

"Humble, psst. You merely acting like a creep son. The children at your parish might let you paw them like that, I ain't down for that." He responds to Skarr's attempt to sound innocent.

He looks at Seth, "Sup Homey, you look like familiar. You been to Volg? Nice of you not to open introductions without an insult, maybe you can teach these other two something about that. Who ever we were before, we are all the same now. Acolytes. As such you can call me SlimGrim."


Void Born Cleric

"Children do not exist in the darkholds."


Male Human Sentry, Wounds: 8/13 Fate: 3/3 Special 1/1 WS:26; BS:42; S:42; T:40; Agi:30; Int:54; Per:41; WP:38; Fel:34

Liam keeps to the background, slowly puffing on a bent Lho stick as he observes the proceedings from under the brim of a large hat.

Arguing eh? Well, if one of them proves to be dead weight, we'll soon be rid of 'em.


Athasian Halfling Druid/Monk 4 (Heirophant 2) || HP: / || AC: (T: / FF:) || CMD: || Fort:+ Refl:+ Will:+ || Init:+ || Perception:+

You each came to the space station through different means. Seated in the heart of the Malfian subsector, there were a variety of options: cargo transport, rogue trader vessel, military convoy, pilgrim fleet - yet your orders were all the same. Upon arriving you were each greeted by an agent of your new employer.

And so you were lead through winding corridors and through locked gates, to a back corner of the station, someplace it would be difficult to come to on your own. You were granted private quarters, given a layout of the facility, then welcomed to rest. That was (insert a chosen amount of days) ago. Then you were all summoned.

The chamber where you now gather is sizable and rather well appointed. Strange artifacts and star charts for distant regions cover the walls. Rather than the simple utilitarian furniture of your quarters, the common room has lush, leather couches set roughly in a broad arc, with a long table adorned with simple foodstuffs and a variety of beverages at the base. A set of double doors exits out in the hall housing your private chambers, while two solo doors exit in differing directions.


Solon couldn't help but chuckle. The other cleric claimed to be void born, but his attitude seemed more like what he would hear from a shrine worlder. Finally, he felt the need to interject. "There are none innocent, brother. We have all fallen short of the glory of the Emperor, and we must all die for our crimes." He looked at SlimGrim and smiled like a proud father. "Dying in his service is as fine a road to redemption as I have found. I was once a Hiver as well. I am Solon Modrak, a minister of the Damned Brotherhood."


Male Hiveworlder-Volg Penal Legionaire

Sgt. Solvitus looks at Solon and smiles and offers him a Lho Stick "Well said homey. Which hive would that be? I get 'round doin' this guard thing, might have been there."
This dude looks like a hiver, but something about him is different. Well least he ain't all high and mighty. SlimGrim thinks to himself as he sizes up the new-comer.

Liberty's Edge

Seth stalks the chamber.

"I beg to differ, Solon Modrak. By the grace of the Emperor and the Lord Inquisitor, I have been proven to be innocent. It is by this judgment that I am here before you today."

He then looks at guardsman, "Yes, I remember Volg. But it has not been home for a long, long time."

"And yes, SlimGrim, I do not speak insults when none are necessary."

He sniffs at his surroundings, like a predator seeking the spoor of prey.

Sense Presence TN 7 Success 1d10 + 4 ⇒ (4) + 4 = 8


Male Hiveworlder-Volg Penal Legionaire

"One thing I hear a lot from these Inquisitor types is "There is no innocence, only degrees of guilty." I am glad you consider yourself innocent, but believe me that perception is very subjective with these folks. I know I sinned. Ain't no gettin' round it, but I am open about it. I think that's why ol'Taalik likes me. He said I was a refreshing change. I didn't know what he meant until now. Well, I don't miss Volg, not by any stretch, but nice to see 'nother from that cesspool pull themselves out." He offers Seth a Lho Stick with and a toothy grin.


Male Forge World Omnicron -DX Born Verispex Adept FP 3/5

An unremarkable figure in Adept robes and glasses walks in. Looking up from his dataslate, he scans the room before moving back to his dataslate and beginning to talk to himself.
"Hmm a penal legion sergeant in the ummm Brontians if I am not mistaken, 2 clerics, a sanctioned psyker, an arbitrator and a hmm ....definitely hive world. Um excuse me sir, for my records what is your background, ganger?
Apologies for my tardiness, I was caught up in my reading about the Corpse beetle from the feral world Acreage, fascinating, absolutely fascinating. You know they don't actually lay their eggs in a corpse as one would expect, but they gain the name as once they have laid their egg in you, you are considered a walking corpse...
Sorry there I go getting distracted again.
We make an odd group, I wonder what the Inquisitor has in mind for us."

Liberty's Edge

"Not a matter of perspective, Slimgrim, a statement of fact," says Seth who then takes the proffered lho stick and lights it. "One good turn deserves another, Slimgrim."


Male Hiveworlder-Volg Penal Legionaire

"Yeah I was wit dem Brontians, they keep to them own though, I just kicked it with my fellow penal legionnaires. There are some roaches in Volg that do same thing. Think its the toxins dat make em so big and nasty, best sleep on a catwalk less you want dem eggs in ya when workin the recyclers. You talk like a high-born bro, where you from?" He responds to the man in glasses with a curious look.

Odd group, yeah you can say that again. Wonder what ol'Taalik has in mind. Ain't use to all these robe wearin' fancy folk. 'Long as they fight mutants as good as they talk we might survive for another day.
SlimGrim sizes up the party as a whole and continues to puff on his Lho Stick


Male Forge World Omnicron -DX Born Verispex Adept FP 3/5

High born ah you mean noble. No, no I am Gaius Haxtes formally an adept from the cemetery world Granithor and now being instructed in the way of the Verispex adept at the Inquisitor's will. May the Emperor guide him. Really you will have to tell me more about these roaches, I would love to study them. And you reckon it was the toxins, what an interesting theory. Do you know what toxins there are down there? Fascinating! "


Male Human Sentry, Wounds: 8/13 Fate: 3/3 Special 1/1 WS:26; BS:42; S:42; T:40; Agi:30; Int:54; Per:41; WP:38; Fel:34

Liam looks up from calibrating his hunting rifle when Gaius addresses him.
"You talkin' to me boss? I ain't no ganger boss, not me, no sireh!
I'm a reclamator dont'cha know? Yes indeed boss, salt of the earth my type.
Fervent believer in law an' order me, like mothers milk it is."

Liam then gives a wide grin, takes a long drag on his Lho stick and then goes back to calibrations with a smirk and a chuckle.


Mr. Modrak, Mr. Haxtes, it is good to meet you as well, he says, offering to shake their hands in turn. Seth, do you have a last name?

Praetus turns to the reclamator and smiles, though it is invisible behind his mask. And you, Reclamator? I don't think that I caught your name. Though I think you have a refreshing and quite pleasant opinion of law and order. That is what we're here for after all.


Male Forge World Omnicron -DX Born Verispex Adept FP 3/5

@Liam
"A reclamator, I have not heard of this. Obviously coming from the word reclaim. Can I ask what you used to reclaim?
Oh and although I am an academic my role does involve an understanding of emotions and speech types. In short I can recognise sarcasm! But don't worry I won't tell the Abitrator! "

You see an expression appear on Gaius' face that you just about recognise as a smile.


Male Human Sentry, Wounds: 8/13 Fate: 3/3 Special 1/1 WS:26; BS:42; S:42; T:40; Agi:30; Int:54; Per:41; WP:38; Fel:34

"Sure thing boss, easy as gobblin' pie that is.
Well you see, Reclamators are the people they send into t' depths of t' hive to look fer lost technology, archeotech or just good ol' tech that's been left behind.
Skilled enough t' know what's valuable, smart enough t' get the best bits and with enough savvy an' training to get it t' work.
Oh an' skilled enough with t' bang-bang t' survive down there."

Liam hoists the Hunting rifle high to underscore his point.
"But that's mothers milk to a gunmetal city boy, I learned t' shoot before I learned t' read me."


Male Hiveworlder-Volg Penal Legionaire

"Dam, you never heard of Volg have you? Easier to list what toxins are not down there ha. I like you Gaius you funny."

SlimGrim walks over to Liam "Nice rifle. I had one like that before I hooked up with da legion. Where you learn to use it? You a hiver like me or some kinda hunter?"

*Edit* posted at same time looks like

"Oh Gunmetal, yeah I heard of you all. One of my soldiers was from Gunmetal City, Tommy Two-Bits. Wasn't much with a rifle though, he was good with two pistols. Could get stuff on the sly in a pinch, good guy."


Male Human Sentry, Wounds: 8/13 Fate: 3/3 Special 1/1 WS:26; BS:42; S:42; T:40; Agi:30; Int:54; Per:41; WP:38; Fel:34

Liam chuckles a little, put away the rifle and pulls out a pair of matching semi automatic guns which he spins around.
"Something like this eh brother? As for getting things on t' sly...well, mums t' the word eh?"


Male Hiveworlder-Volg Penal Legionaire

"Yeah, that's slick. I got some guns, but my claim to fame be swords and knifes. Once I joined the legion though, I gained appreciation for these lasguns. We weren't as well supplied as the other guard, sometimes we had to get things however we could to keep operational. Could 'a used your reclamation skills a few times on Kulth."


Male Human Sentry, Wounds: 8/13 Fate: 3/3 Special 1/1 WS:26; BS:42; S:42; T:40; Agi:30; Int:54; Per:41; WP:38; Fel:34

"Swords an' knives eh? You a "sticker" then brother? Like to get up close an' personal?
Well, don't you worry none, I'll keep 'ere heads down so you can get real close an' have a...chat wiv 'em."

Liam shrugs a little, holstering the small arms again and patting the hunting rifle.
"I know guns an' I know tech, know t' prayers, know t' right amount o' love t' give 'em.
See this silencer on my rifle? Found it myself, repaired it an' attached it."

Liberty's Edge

Praetus Callum wrote:

Mr. Modrak, Mr. Haxtes, it is good to meet you as well, he says, offering to shake their hands in turn. Seth, do you have a last name?

"Loki... Seth Loki," replies Seth, as he takes another swig of amasec.


Solon shook the hand that was offered as he tried to remember the planet he'd come from. "I was born on. . ." It was strange, it seemed as though the name, and any image of the place, were on the edge of his mind, just beyond reach. He released Praetus's hand, looking somewhat confused. "Well, it has been quite some time since I was there. Quite some time indeed. There was a revolt there when I was younger, some heresy that festered among the lower classes. I tried to show them reason, but there was none among them. I left shortly after, to become a cleric and more directly serve the Emperor of Man."


Male Hiveworlder-Volg Penal Legionaire

"Well since we are all here no sense in waiting to eat. I don't get a chance at food like this often." SlimGrim starts to grab a little of everything offered and a bit of drink. He continues to smoke his Lho Stick as he eats.


Void Born Cleric

"Judging from this arrangement, we may be waiting for awhile." Skarr will sit down on one of the leather couches after pouring himself one of the smoother looking beverages. Sitting with one leg folded over the other, he looks content to smell and look at the cocktail rather than drink it.


Good to meet you Mr. Loki, Praetus says, offering the Psyker his hand.

(In High Gothic) Did anyone catch the Reclamator's name? He seems to continue to avoid providing it, he says, walking over to the drinks and picking through them. He looks at each bottle and, choosing the most expensive alcohol, pours himself a large glass. Tipping his mask up to expose his mouth, he swallows the glass at in one large gulp and then pours himself another before looking over the food items.


Male Human Sentry, Wounds: 8/13 Fate: 3/3 Special 1/1 WS:26; BS:42; S:42; T:40; Agi:30; Int:54; Per:41; WP:38; Fel:34

Liam shrugs a little.
"Maybe, it COULD be a test, t' see if we are impatient, we might be observed right now.
Or maybe the big boss knows we won't have a chance t' relax for a long time and wants us to have this quiet time afore kicking us into the way o' danger."


Solon headed toward the food and looked it over for several seconds before taking anything. Finally he pronounced, "We must remain vigilant, and not give in to the desire for luxury. That is but one of the many things that the enemies of man are all too eager to use against us." Solon then took a plate and filled it, but only with enough to sate his hunger, not enough that he might be full. He chose water as his drink.


Male Hiveworlder-Volg Penal Legionaire

SlimGrim looks at Seth and begins to speak in a strange dialect

Hive Dialect: Volg:
"You still remember how to talk the talk my man, or you just walkin the walk. All good either way, but this might be a good way to communicate if in mixed company, know what I'm sayin'?"

Liberty's Edge

A faint hint of a smile appears on Seth's lips, as he converses with SlimGrim

Hive Dialect Volg

Spoiler:
"I still remember though years of disuse and mixed company have dulled my proficiency. I too suspect some sort of setup."

For Taalik Amun

Spoiler:
Seth rolled a successful Sense Presence Roll above.


Athasian Halfling Druid/Monk 4 (Heirophant 2) || HP: / || AC: (T: / FF:) || CMD: || Fort:+ Refl:+ Will:+ || Init:+ || Perception:+

Seth Loki:
In addition to those in the room, you sense five life forces somewhere nearby.

The food, while relatively simple, is both nourishing and tasty. This is due in large part to the fact that the stew has visible meat in it, and on the table is a roast avian of some kind. It is all vastly better than the nutrient paste, gruel, and hardtack rations many of you are used to, especially on your recent journey here. Strange, for a space station to have such food stuffs.

After a spell one of the singular doors opens and in walks a balding, thin man in perhaps his fifth or sixth decade. His stern demeanor and straight posture suggest a military background, yet he is dressed in well made, if utilitarian, civilian's clothing. Age has worn deep lines into his face, which only add to his hardened look. A finely crafted laspistol sits in a holster on his right hip, while a scabbarded blade hangs on his left. After entering he walks to the table, pours himself a glass of a dark green liquid which had been placed toward the side. Taking a sip, he looks to each of you individually. His glance was for but a second, yet you felt yourself being carefully evaluated in that moment.

"You have all been brought here because you have exhibited a higher level of proficiency in a set of skills that has been deemed useful for the protection of the Imperium and was otherwise being wasted in your previous role. Whatever your past life was, it no longer matters. You are now acolytes of the Inquisitor Taalik Amun, agent of the Ordo Hereticus. Your life's duty is now to seek out the wretched and corrupt, the vile and horrific, and destroy them."

The man takes another sip, then gestures with his hand toward the other singular door. "He will see you now"


Male Human Sentry, Wounds: 8/13 Fate: 3/3 Special 1/1 WS:26; BS:42; S:42; T:40; Agi:30; Int:54; Per:41; WP:38; Fel:34

Liam shrugs, grabs his plate and heads towards the door without any real pause.

"Better not let the big boss waitin' I be thinkin'."


Male Hiveworlder-Volg Penal Legionaire

"Yes sir, come my fellow acolytes lets not keep him waiting." SlimGrim says with a grin. That's right, no matter how fancy their robes and records were before this, we all on the level now. SlimGrim thinks to himself as he finishes the last gulp in his glass and gathers his things.


Void Born Cleric

Setting his full glass on a nearby table, "And so it begins." Skarr moves past the gentleman and into the next room.


Praetus snaps to attention when the man enters, though he does not salute. Listening to the man's words, he then places his carapace helmet back on and fixes the straps. Once the motion to move is made, Praetus marches with a practiced step into the next room.

Liberty's Edge

Silas leaves the amasec and heads in with the others.


Solon acknowledged the orders with a nod, but said nothing. He followed when he was instructed.


Male Forge World Omnicron -DX Born Verispex Adept FP 3/5

Making notes at a furious pace, Gaius follows the others.


Athasian Halfling Druid/Monk 4 (Heirophant 2) || HP: / || AC: (T: / FF:) || CMD: || Fort:+ Refl:+ Will:+ || Init:+ || Perception:+

The chamber you enter is vastly different from the common room where you passed the time waiting. While the trappings of comfort are indeed still evident, there are several large table-set dataslates and cogitators covering much of the floor. Standing over one is a striking figure, one whom you correctly assume is the Inquisitor Taalik Amun.

Well over two meters tall and leanly built with long metallic silver hair and fierce purple eyes, Inquisitor Amun moves with an unearthly grace, as though a jungle cat on the prowl. A midnight robe hangs open from his shoulders, revealing a long crimson tunic and black pants beneath. No weapon is visible on the man, though several hang from mounts on the wall. Presently he circles the table-slate, staring at it intently, tapping on various inputs as he goes.

As you enter your escort follows you in then holds up his hand for all of you to wait. After another minute the inquisitor looks upon and smiles devilishly. "Kiernan, thank you, I am sure you have other duties that are infinitely more important than putting the fear of the Abyss into these young rats. They've each stared into some darkness themselves." Kiernan nods then turns and exits, closing the door behind him.

"Welcome gentlemen, thank you each for accepting my offer of employment... not that you really had a choice." Looking to Praetus in full armor including his helmet, "Please, be at ease. No battle exists here. Now, as I am sure Kiernan emphasized, you have all been recruited for a reason. You each offer a different set of skills that, when all combined, make an effective force for executing the Emperor's will. In this case the hunting of Chaos in it's worst and most insidious form - the heretic. Do you think yourselves up to the task, and if so, do you have any questions as to the nature?"


Male Human Sentry, Wounds: 8/13 Fate: 3/3 Special 1/1 WS:26; BS:42; S:42; T:40; Agi:30; Int:54; Per:41; WP:38; Fel:34

Liam, perhaps gripped by some slightly suicidal tendencies leans against the wall, idly munching on some food off the plate he had brought with him.
"T' only question I have fer you is this un', when do we start then big boss?"

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