Only WAAGGHH! (Inactive)

Game Master Bilbo Bang-Bang

A Deathwatch game set in the Canis Salient region of the Jericho Reach.


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Male

Of the all the Watch Stations in the Deathwatch’s control one stands above the rest as a holder of secrets and a bastion of Imperial power. Erioch, home to the Omega Vault. Its gothic spires bristling with massive armament and star ports standing vigil from its surreptitious positioning in near a mythical star system. Watch Station Erioch is a place of mystery, awe, and foreboding only the most trusted of the Imperium of Mankind’s kinds protectors may tread. Beholden only to the Emperor Himself, the clandestine missions of the Deathwatch are launched from Erioch often with the assistance of some boon provided by the Omega Vault. But, it is not clear as to how, why, or when the Omega Vault will provide such assistance. What is known is the frequency of such assistance has increased drastically since the launching of the Achillius Crusade and only a handful of archaic locks remain on the Vault’s most secret chamber.
Many Deathwatch seconded Battle-Brothers may only ever hear of this preeminent Watch Station let alone serve upon it, but for members of your Kill-team this is not the case. Indeed, it is your fate to be trusted with a mission of such import the fabled Omega Vault has been rumored to have taken notice and the massive armoured doors have opened to disgorge one of its veiled mysteries.

Your Kill-team has been entrusted with service upon Watch Station Erioch in the Erioch star system of the Reach. Few beings are ever allowed upon the station as Erioch itself seems to control its manning as much as the Master of the Vigil. Perhaps this explains the unique nature of your Kill-teams rather homogenized nature with so many Sons of Russ counted among its numbers and a mysterious Black Shield. Feel free to move about the station’s storied halls, meet up with your Brothers, and do what you will to establish yourselves for soon you will be called upon to serve His will.


Male Space Wolf Devastator

"Look it is just weird okay? How did we get stationed here? The place practically reeks of Wolf now, there are so many of us. What are we doing here? Yes I get it is a bloody honour and all, I just am wondering why. Don't you wonder why? Ever?"

Viluf sighed in frustration as he strolled slowly down one of the metallic corridors, his power boots beating a hard rhythm, his heavy bolter swinging before him.

"Fine no more questions till we get the nod from Command. I'll just keep bloody quiet then!" Growling he ran a hand through his beard, staring from side to side, taking in everything he could see. "I still say it is flamin weird though..."

Awesome. Buzzed to start. If anyone wants to be the person Viluf is talking to, feel free. If not it will just be himself!


Freki had most of his gear laying about in a circle along with that of another marine's gear. The two going at each other with nothing but their fists and boots. It was aggravating being cooped up in the station waiting for the others to arrive and their mission to be called up finally and there was no better way to rid oneself of pent up aggression then with a bit of friendly sparring.

Left, left, right, left...this guy is getting to predictable. Here comes the kick, counter and twist. he thought as he played the cautious game in the bout. He waited for the pattern to recycle then kicked the leg out from under the other marine an brought a hammerblow down on his chest finishing the bout. He caught his breath slowly helped pick the other man up.

"You need to vary your style, true the orcs may never have enough brains to figure it out but a tau would easily figure it out" he said as he clapped the man on the shoulder and helped him up. This had been the third day he had been here and about the tenth fight he'd gotten into. He was restless and it was beginning to wain thin on his mind. He grabbed up all the gear and put it all back on as he slammed his fist on the wall and walked down the hall towards command hoping there may finally be a mission for them.


Ammo Sniper= 3full+4, Bolter= 3Full+28+ 25 Hellfire, Stalker pistol=2Full +13, 2Full Stalker, 1Full +10 Metal Storm. Space Wolf Wolf Scout 1, Wounds=15/20, Fate=2/3

Einar paced along beside Viluf, his boots making barely a sound on the corridor. As usual he said almost nothing only nodding occasionally and let Viluf talk himself around in circles.
Truth be told, I agree,the smell is so strong it almost feels like Fenris. If only they would turn the temperature and the lights down throughout the living quarters. Still it isn't and for now I must still be careful.
"Come brother, the ranges, let us vent our frustration, your destruction versus my precision."

Looking forward to this.


WS: 42 BS: 57 S: 50 T: 42 Agi: 42 Int: 42 Per: 48 WP: 41 Fel: 46

Looking passively at others as Erik goes through maintenance procedure with his heavy bolter and recites the ancients litanies to appeal to the machine spirit within his Power Armor

His keen senses picks up the smell of his battle-brothers as well the strange smell of stranger, Black Shield, who has been situated with their pack... Uff, Kill-Team now, not a pack Erik. Still, outsider with the rest of us and he is clearly not one of us. I do wonder how do others thinks about him but he surely is having a bit hard time to keep up with our tactics.

The beast within him stirring and growling but Erik calms it down as he concentrates on his task.


Male

As you all go about your business aside, from the near constant hum of the Watch Station's power generators and the sounds of training, the middle reaches of Erioch are filled mostly with the muffled whir of servo-skulls and bio-mechanical scuttling of servitors going about their daily task in the otherwise quiet halls and passage ways. Though each of you sees the occasional Battle-Brother from numerous other Chapters, it is apparent the great size of Erioch is not fully used for the garrisoning of men and Marines. Yet, with each conversation you have tales of the Omega Vault inevitably come to the fore.

Going to give the other guys a bit to post, but feel free to roam the fortress or meet up. This will be our get to know segment.


Male Space Wolf Devastator

Viluf looked at Einar and grinned from ear to ear, showing the sharpened metal canine tooth that had given him his name, all those many moons ago on their home planet. He nodded, his thick beard beating against his chest piece as he did. "Aye. Lets go make the most of the ammo supply before we have to ship out!"

He turned down the next corridor which lit up as they entered it, humming to life all around them. The station was a marvel in and of itself, least of all for the servitors and automatons that called it home.

"I'll trade if'n ya like. I'll use the little one, to give you a fair chance!" He laughed, shrugging, feeling the comforting weight of the heavy wolf skin pelt around his shoulders.


WS: 42 BS: 57 S: 50 T: 42 Agi: 42 Int: 42 Per: 48 WP: 41 Fel: 46

Finishing up with his maintenance and looking around Erik decides to see a bit around. Wondering about this place but not letting it show in his face he keeps going around until arriving to the chapel/praying room for the Emperor

Considering it has already been a long time since he did pay his respect Erik spends some hours inside the chapel, focusing his attention to the litanies of valor and prayer to the Emperor and their Primarch Russ


WS 48, BS 43, S 63, T 43, Ag 50, Int 49, Per 55, WP 52, Fel 46 Wounds 22/22, Fate 3/3, Movement 5/10/15/30

Ulf sits in quiet contemplation in a deserted chamber of Watch Station Erioch. The chamber high viewport allows Ulf to gaze upon the stars before he starts his ritual. He pulls out an old battered leather pouch. He rubs its contents before disgorging them onto the soot-covered metal floor.

Focus Power to Use Augury WP 52 1d100 ⇒ 21 3 degrees of success

Ulf's right hand hovers over the bones as he hunts the answer to his question. Who shall we face in battle soon?


Male

What level of power rating are you using for this roll, Ulf? Fettered, unfettered, or pushed?


Ammo Sniper= 3full+4, Bolter= 3Full+28+ 25 Hellfire, Stalker pistol=2Full +13, 2Full Stalker, 1Full +10 Metal Storm. Space Wolf Wolf Scout 1, Wounds=15/20, Fate=2/3

"No no, rifle and pistol for me, that thing is far too loud."

Down on the ranges Einar enjoys the almost meditative state of aiming; weapon, firer and target as one. He enjoys the test of skill of placing rounds exactly where he intends. The odd tweak here and there to his sights, but mostly just as an excuse. Rinar was bored of the watch station already and itching for the thrill of combat.


WS 48, BS 43, S 63, T 43, Ag 50, Int 49, Per 55, WP 52, Fel 46 Wounds 22/22, Fate 3/3, Movement 5/10/15/30

Using Push setting here; Fettered and Unfettered will just yield the same level of info; Ulf being Hot-Blooded will test the limits of his talent and training.

Psychic Phenomena 1d100 ⇒ 68 For a split second the wold changes in appearance and everyone within 1d100 meters of the psyker has a mercifully brief glimpse of the shadow of the Warp. Everyone in the area (including the psyker) must make a Difficuly (-10) Willpower Test or gain 1d5 insanity points.

Range 1d100 ⇒ 45

Willpower at minus 10 1d100 ⇒ 17 2 degrees of success

Hopefully, Ulf's choice of location is deserted enough that there won't be anyone to suffer from the warp phenomena.


Male Space Wolf Devastator

Viluf watched Einar picking his shots, hitting his target every time he pulled the trigger. With a manic grin, Viluf leveled the heavy bolter down range and let loose. He began to laugh wildly as the weapon in his hands span to life, belching rounds enough to tear a horde apart, destroying the targets that bared such precise bullet holes just a moment before. There was nothing pretty about war but what Vilf could do with a heavy bolter was pure poetry.

"WE'LL GET A MISSION SOON BROTHER, IF ONLY SO WE DON'T USE UP THE STATIONS AMMO SUPPLY!" Viluf shouted over the whir and blast of his weapon, before stepping forward and driving his barrage home. As the weapon spooled down, he turned, pulling a thick rolled cigar from the pouch at his waist and sticking it between his teeth. He brought the muzzle of the bolter up to his face and lit the cigar off of the red hot metal, before exhaling a cloud of smoke.

"We will get the blood we need!" He grinned, pulling a second cigar from the pouch and tossing it to the other man. "We always do!"


Brother Stone had been working with the wolves for only a short while. Unsure of why he had been assigned to them he thought much less of it than the wolves. As a Black Shield there was inherent mistrust by other Deathwatch members, but he had proven himself a valuable member and picked up the ways of the wolves and learned much from them. This was no doubt because of his ability to get along and become the person needed most at the right time. With the wolves he was a an opposite view and opinion that had guided them both for the better thus far.

As he watched Brother Bloodfang easily best his opponent he wished for more chances to prove himself among the pack. He knew it would be the only way they would ever truely respect him. He needed more time with them in the field. He needed to earn the respect that his armor demanded from others. At the very least he felt like he was the only brother they could get a long with, having no chapter identity, he could easily adopt and follow them without worry for his own traditions. He learned to meld with the pack and hunt as one. He was finally ready to lead and he desired nothing more than show them he could be an Alpha Wolf if given the chance.

As he watched, clad in his black armor without chapter trappings or any sign bearing his original chapter, the shame to great to bear openly. His captain had perhished and had been powerless to stop it. A great man of his chapter he was nearly killed in his defense but awoke from the encounter in time to share only a few words with his mentor. After his passing he took secondment to the Deathwatch, never sharing the words they exchanged, only those present heard Stone's promise.

After his mentor was ceremoniously layed to rest his Chapter replaced his armor's helmet with his Captain's. At first he refused, but took it as a reminder of his promise. While the ancient Mark 2 helmet was a rare sight it was not enough to overcome the stigma of being a black shield, which was integral to the identity of every marine as their gene seed.

Who wants to fight next? he says stepping forward without his armor, merely another marine, but his true identity veiled in secret, with only the Watch Captain having any real clue of his origins. He took his new Oath's seriously but he was here to keep a promise and redeem himself, wanting nothing more than to return to his Chapter with honor and once again take his place within their traditions and ways.

A challenger steps forward and he quietly and quickly makes short work of him with a ferocity that would make his wolf brothers proud.


Male

The Chapel is a thing of beauty, especially to a Space Wolf. The center of the room is dominated by a stained glass depiction of the Emperor and Russ being reunited flanked by one of the Space Wolves action against the heretical Thousand Sons and the feasting halls of Fenris. Adorning the walls is collection of battle mementoes left by those Sons of Russ who have served valiantly with the Deathwatch and returned to their cherished brothers. But, of most significance is the Frost Blade embedded in what appears to be ice, but is as hard plascrete. The room seems be dimmer in the swords periphery and cast in the light of the Emperors image. A holy place to be sure.


Male

You might take greater care when Pushing your powers in the future, Ulf. You have not even received your briefing yet and could have started the game with Insanity points.

Ulf's mind dips deeply in the aether drawing heavily upon the flow of the Great Ocean. At first, only sounds and smells of battle fill the Space Wolf's mind followed by bestial creatures wielding lasrifles. These beings are quickly replaced by the visages of mechanical men who appear to be searching for something, but then the images begin to blend within each other causing arms and heads and man and beast to blend into disturbing combinations. Suddenly all is starkly clear, almost to the point of being painfully so. A battle brother whose Chapter markings seem just out of view lays among others of his kind. The Marine reaches for what appears the Astares sorcerer standing over him, but is batted away. The sorcerer laughs walking away...clutching something... large in his hands.

Then the vision ends in a great flash leaving Ulf confused for a moment, but ripped back into reality by the muffled scream outside his chamber. While the Watch Fortress is heavily warded against the powers of the Warp, Ulf's unbounded access slipped from his control frying the mind of a passing serf. One can only hope the information garnered will be worth the loss of a Deathwatch servant of unknown, but valuable duty.


WS: 42 BS: 57 S: 50 T: 42 Agi: 42 Int: 42 Per: 48 WP: 41 Fel: 46

Revered and in a holy fevor for Emperor and his Primarch, Erik watches and admires with burning eyes the sights in front of him. Slowly standing back up and moving away Erik begins to search for others while looking around and absorbing the ongoing traffic of servoskulls.

The smells and noise around him is strange and muffy, not at all familiar to the smell of his battle-brothers or comfortable feeling he usually has. Soon catching a lead with his nose about the direction of his brothers, Erik follows it till reaching the others


Ammo Sniper= 3full+4, Bolter= 3Full+28+ 25 Hellfire, Stalker pistol=2Full +13, 2Full Stalker, 1Full +10 Metal Storm. Space Wolf Wolf Scout 1, Wounds=15/20, Fate=2/3

Catching the cigar, Einar lays it down"Why do you insist on these foul things! You will forget how to smell."
Hearing the approaching footfall,Eunar also catches the scent wafting towards them Ah brother Erik approaches,perhaps he will have news.
Whilst his brain processes the siunds and smells, his hands are already beginning the rites of cleaning on his weapons. His armour may be scruffy,but his weapons, never.


Male Space Wolf Devastator

Viluf grins around the cigar, shaking his head and exhaling a cloud of bitter smelling smoke. "Nay. Nose like a pure wolf I do. Only thing that will mess up this muzzle is a grenade, or a melta!" He laughs, taking one last drag on the cigar before tossing it down lane. He exhales another cloud of smoke and takes a deep breath in through his nose.

"Brother Erik is near. By the Emperor he better be here to take us to command!" He moved over to a metal table and swept the ammo box aside, laying down the heavy bolter reverently. He would clean and maintain the weapon as soon as he got time alone, preferring solitude when he went about his own rituals.

"The rest of the team aren't with him though, I would have hoped to have the scent of them all coming towards us, it would have meant we were heading out!"


WS 48, BS 43, S 63, T 43, Ag 50, Int 49, Per 55, WP 52, Fel 46 Wounds 22/22, Fate 3/3, Movement 5/10/15/30

Ulf goes out the chamber to check the source of the muffled scream.

Will be using fettered and unfettered settings in the future


WS: 42 BS: 57 S: 50 T: 42 Agi: 42 Int: 42 Per: 48 WP: 41 Fel: 46

"I don't know about the others but as I see we are only missing brother Ulf and the Black Shield". assuming he is not here

Looking around the shooting course and noting things down "Where is also that damn Freki? Again taking his frustration out somewhere? Who knows when we will receive our next mission. Would be better when we all are together"

Raising his heavy bolter and giving it a last look before taking his place against the wall. Fangs protruding a bit out of his mouth and face showing impatience "I do hope we get on the move soon. We are Space Marines, not House Guards"


WS 48, BS 43, S 63, T 43, Ag 50, Int 49, Per 55, WP 52, Fel 46 Wounds 22/22, Fate 3/3, Movement 5/10/15/30

Seeing the serf, Ulf shouts, "Thrall, did you not see the signs I placed? The marks of aversion? Death is the penalty for trespass?!"


Male

As each of you finish conducting your business a Watch serf appears before you all bearing the same message, [b]"My Lord, your presence is requested by Inquisitor Quist and Watch Captain Tartan in the surveillance theater. May I inform them of your arrival?" [\b]


Male

Even as Ulf bellows in rage, a voice sounds from behind him. [b]"Perhaps it is you who should be concerned with over stepping his bounds, witch. While your..."skills" may be appreciated by some, they are not by me. Mind your daliences with Warp while you are aboard this Fortress. Another imprudent release of chaos driven power and will be you pays the price. I will not allow the integrity of this facility to be compromised by some backwater sorcerer."[\b]

Without another word a Marine bearing the heraldry of the Black Templars on his right paldron and the rank of a Watch Sergeant on his left brushes past Ulf signaling a servitor to collect body of the dead serf.

As the Sergeant disappears down the hall, Ulf is approached by a serf bearing the same request his brother's have received.


WS: 42 BS: 57 S: 50 T: 42 Agi: 42 Int: 42 Per: 48 WP: 41 Fel: 46

"Well, about a time I would say. Boys, its lock & load time! Heat up those barrels, since we are soon off to kick some ass" Stomping his feet once against ground and stretching his neck Erik walks off to Surveillance Theater as a smile appears on his face


Brother Stone finishes sparing with a few marines, before he is to challenge another a serf approaches him, much to the envy of the other marines who also eagerly awaited deployment. He wishes them well and thanks them for the training.

You honor me with your effort, I hope I have been equally worthy of your time as he wipes blood from his mouth, having fared much better than his opponents who still seemed to be recovering and in certain need of medical attention. Nothing serious, but enough to have gained respect as a new Black Shield aboard the Watch Fortress.

He turns to the serf and accepts the invitation and tells the serf, I shall report immediately. Thank you for swiftly finding me
He gathers his belongings and after some assistance from a few nearby techpriest putting his armor back on, he doesn’t wear his helmet, instead carrying it by his side with pride, he makes his way to the meeting room. Any marine who saw his helmet and armor could only wonder an respect how such a young marine had come to bear such an ancient helm, especially considering he bore the newest Mrk 8 pattern armor, uncommon among the masses of marines and usually for higher level officers. Stone’s humility was a product of his past and only through redemption could he fully become his true self and return to his former glory by his Chapter Brother's sides.


Male Space Wolf Devastator

Viluf laughed and grabbed the Bolter from the table, looking it over quickly, before turning and following the others out of the range. "Oh aye. Let's be about it hey? Sooner we get off of this hallowed hunk of metal the better. Nothing to kill up here!" He grinned, grabbing the cigar that Einar had set aside, and sliding it back in to his pouch for later, before leaving.

"It is an honour to be here, like I said, but it doesn't beat the ice and snow of home. Too warm, so bright and loud... makes a Marine soft!" He nodded, running his tongue over the metal canine tooth he bore.

"Sooner we are up to our armpits in the blood and guts of the heretic the better!"


Freki was standing outside the command area, pacing in a rather aggressive fashion. It was like clockwork, every day around the time serf's were sent out to deliver the intel to the deathwatch team chosen for the missions at hand. The serf's had begun to not look him in the eyes, for all they would see were hunger and rage as they passed him by day after day. But today one serf looked him square in the eyes as the doors open and Freki could only grin.

The serf had barely gotten out the location for the mission briefing before he was picked up message and all. With a howl of joy, Freki began to pound boots down the hall, poor serf in tow all the while alerting every Space Wolf in the area of his presence as he charged forwards towards his next battlefield.

Even with the luggage in tow, he did his best to make it to the meeting first ahead of his crew, there was blood to be spilled and he wanted to make sure he had his share.


Ammo Sniper= 3full+4, Bolter= 3Full+28+ 25 Hellfire, Stalker pistol=2Full +13, 2Full Stalker, 1Full +10 Metal Storm. Space Wolf Wolf Scout 1, Wounds=15/20, Fate=2/3

Einar starts reassembling his weapons as soon as he smelled the all to human smell of a thrall approaching. Clearly uncomfortable with anyone not of the Rout even the human thralls, Einar only raises his head from his weapon long enough to acknowledge the message with a nod. Weapon ready Einar lopes after his brothers, shaking his head at their impatience and yet eyes gleaming with excitement. Sneaking into the surveillance theatre, Einar adopts a relaxed stance by the door, arms folded, his slight nod to the dais his only show of deference.


WS 48, BS 43, S 63, T 43, Ag 50, Int 49, Per 55, WP 52, Fel 46 Wounds 22/22, Fate 3/3, Movement 5/10/15/30

"Aye, I will be there."

Ulf retrieves his gear and crosses out the marks of aversion. He likewise reviews his memory and singles out the images he needs to check in the databanks of the Watch Station. The race of mechanical men, the insignia of that unknown battle brother, and who is that sorcerer... and the object he is after.

Likewise, he commits to his memory the Black Templar who deserves a lesson in manners. Ulf has his scent.

He sketches a few killing strokes before stowing his force sword across his backpack.

Ulf bares his fangs and lets out a long howl.

His anger exhausted, Ulf's is now ready to meet with Inquisitor Quist and Watch Captain Tartan.


Male

I apologize for the wall of text, but it is all pertinent to starting the mission, lol. I will do my best to limit these type of post only to milestone events.

Each of you arrive at the surveillance theater at roughly the same time, noting the Terminator armoured battle-brothers guarding the door it is no doubt a place of supreme importance. Upon clearing sequentially opened set of ornately rendered gothic blast doors the expanse of the theater is awe-inspiring. Hundreds of serf-manned monitoring stations fill the vault with the least fortunate hard-wired into their pit bound and grainy pict terminals. Placed well above these lowly mortals are aquila framed monitors resting front of ornate thrones. These are the stations of the highest ranking member of the watch where the most sensitive of intelligence is reviewed.

The room itself seems to be in state of recovery from some maelstrom of activity which has left all manner of picts, printouts, and data-slates strewn across the large command desk while the largest monitors display countless looped video and still images. The scattered materials and bodies pit bound serfs whose brains had been fried in the intense data search are slowly being cleared by a variety of servitors.

Stationed on the command dias in Inquisitor Quist, a raven haired beauty who might have been easily mistaken for the a Sister of Battle if not for her icons of the Inquisition. Taking note of her arrival when the man you know to be Watch Captain Tarran leans over and gestures to your kill-team.

Inquisitor Quist lifts her haggard gaze from a sprawl of handinked
maps as you approach. Her weary posture suggests that
force of will alone allows her to stand as she nods a respectful
greeting to you all. “Forgive us for taking over your surveillance
theater. A few days ago we received a strange report from the
Canis Salient related to Tau forces and recent actions in the sector.”
She pauses to survey the room’s kaleidoscope of
screens, which do indeed flicker through a preponderance of the
Tau forces and their sympathisers which dominate the Canis
Salient. “The account describes ‘a hail of dark daggers’ that fell
in the middle of a battle. The local Imperial Guard tried to send
us a sample of one, but the box arrived empty.Of even more
significance, however, is that the Omega Vault revealed another
sub-chamber immediately after this report was uploaded to the
Fortress’s central cogitator.”

“Since then, we’ve been trying to see what other data we can
correlate with this incident. We found one pict of…interest.”

She turns an ornate cog on the command console, and a still
pict on the central screen eclipses the others. In it, a fierce battle
rages between Vespid and Imperial Guard, all darkened by a
jagged, ominous shadow. She adjusts another dial, and the view
of the frozen scene pans back. Despite the complete view of the
landscape, no object exists that could possibly cast the large and
inexplicable shadow. The Inquisitor circles the dark shape with
her finger. “We believe this is the same location described by the
report in question. As you can see, there is clearly something
abnormal about it. I might have sent my own agents to investigate,
but the Omega Vault’s response interests the entire Chamber of
Vigilance. We also believe that the Tau have deployed command
units in response. If there is something dangerous—or connected
to the Vault—we can’t afford to let it fall to the enemy.”

Pausing momentarily she continues, “You should see precisely what the Vault revealed.”

The Inquisitor
gestures upwards, and the observant machine spirits that control
the room’s command platform respond. The top slides off a nearby
pedestal, and with a hiss of objection from the ancient actuators,
three identical archeotech luminators rise into view from within.
The engravings are of clear Imperial craftsmanship, and a soft
blue light shines perpetually through the intricate stained glass
chimneys. The Inquisitor turns her gaze back to you. “By the
sacred agreement between my order and yours, I request your aid
in bringing light to the darkness once more.”


WS 48, BS 43, S 63, T 43, Ag 50, Int 49, Per 55, WP 52, Fel 46 Wounds 22/22, Fate 3/3, Movement 5/10/15/30

Ulf listens intently.

Yes, the Tau use mechanical battle suits, they are the ones I saw in my vision. And the contents of this box, the object sought by the sorcerer.

"We are always ready to stop the enemies of Mankind, inquisitor. Pray, where did the report come from? Which world?"


Freki stood there watching and listening intently while he didn't understand everything that was being described to him, he did know this...these items were his mission and between him and those were likely a LOT of Tau. That was interesting. He cleared his throat "I relish the thought of ripped open their armor, this shall be a glorious battle. Tell me, is this all we face? What else is this world known for?" he asked partially echoing Ulf's own interest.


Male Space Wolf Devastator

Keeping quiet throughout the meeting VViluf studies everything intently, taking every scrap of information in. It would all be important no doubt. 'Tau? Well I this will be interesting...'

When the Illuminators were revealed he frowned softly, running his hand through his beard. 'What do we have here?'


Stone listens intently but doesn't really get what the mission is about yet.

What is the importance of this planet? How fares the war effort in that sector? Have we been engaged with the Tau there for long and have we any intel of possible unknown allies? What recent intel do you have, surely this information is weeks old by the time the intended sample arrived

Moving around to inspect the luminators he admires the artificers work, clearly of ancient and solid design. Shortly after he awaits an opportune time to ask, So the Omega Vault believes we will need them, could the light possible penetrate the darkness? By the Sacred Agreement our institutions are bound by, I trust that you are providing us with all the information your Chamber and the Inquisition have, including any past occurrences or reports of this peculiar phenomena?

He watches her and the others as they consider his questions, looking for anything out of the ordinary that could indicate deception or half truths.

Scrutiny 55 vs 1d100 ⇒ 9 4 DOS


WS 48, BS 43, S 63, T 43, Ag 50, Int 49, Per 55, WP 52, Fel 46 Wounds 22/22, Fate 3/3, Movement 5/10/15/30

"An additional question, inquisitor, what are the engraving supposed to depict?"


Ammo Sniper= 3full+4, Bolter= 3Full+28+ 25 Hellfire, Stalker pistol=2Full +13, 2Full Stalker, 1Full +10 Metal Storm. Space Wolf Wolf Scout 1, Wounds=15/20, Fate=2/3

Forbidden Lore Xenos (44): 1d100 ⇒ 18 3dos
Tactics recon and stealth (44): 1d100 ⇒ 88 5dof

Just rolls to cover the following, but for a scout that second one is funny!

Silently unfolding himself from his spot at the back, Einar pads over to the lanterns, talking quietly to Viluf and the others.
" So, what they have some sort of cloaking device for their skimmer tanks? And some sort of dissolving ammunition? and they want us to locate it, sample it and destroy it? And if the rumours about the vault are correct, these lanterns will help us, what see it?"


WS: 42 BS: 57 S: 50 T: 42 Agi: 42 Int: 42 Per: 48 WP: 41 Fel: 46

Forbidden Lore (Xenos) 62 : 1d100 ⇒ 62 success

Something about Taus & Orcs keeps coming to his mind but other than the normal things each Space Marine knows, Erik wonders what this all could mean as he waits for the briefing to come to the end


Male

Inquisitor Quist listens to each question and answers each in turn.

"Brother Ulf, the planet is called Baraban. It is a heavily forested planet of temperate, four season orientation. The air is pure enough for even the guardsmen to operate without filtered air. I have provided these data files on what we have in the archives and from the recent reports of action.", she says as she hands out the intelligence "Those should answer your, and Brother Freki's, questions more fully. In Gameplay tab

Taking in each of Brother Stone's inquiries, Inquisitor Stone turns to Watch Captain Tarran. With that the large marine with a face and head covered in tattoos whose knotted forms tell the story of glorious deeds steps forward using his basso voice which rings like thunder to deliver his assessment of the situation planet side. [b]"The report and the picts you see here originated from the report originated from Imperial Guard Epsilon Outpost 420, under the command of Colonel Afton Hathe. The war has been teetering back and forth for years now, but with the recent arrival of the Tau command element, the guard has pushed back to some of the stronger holdings including Outpost 420. The relevance for the Deathwatch is recovering the bit xenos technology the Tau are surely after. It appears a blast from one of their lascannon unveiled a cloaked item of some sort and we believe that is what the illuminators are for. We are not sure of what the items are or what they are for, but if the Tau want them then so do we. While we cannot give exact numbers or troop types present with the command element, to this point only the Kroot and Vespid have been engaged. But, it has been in large numbers. Inquisitor Quist and I both believe avoiding contact as much as possible will be advisable to avoid alerting the Tau of your presence.”

Looking back to Quist, Tarran continues, ”The frigate Spear of Fury awaits your boarding and will provide insertion and extraction assets. I wish I had more information, but what we do have has cost us dearly in time and serfs. “ Rubbing his bearded chin, he looks to Ulf and says with a laugh, ”I understand you had a run in with Brother Dagon. He is a devoted Brother, but one of the narrow vision all Black Templars carry. I only mention this as the Captain of the Spear is also of that passionate Chapter.”[\b] Waving such nonsense, Brother-Captain Tarran says with a hint of envy [b]”The time of Oath swearing is upon you. Do so and see to your final arming for the time of battle is upon us.”

With that you are dismissed to conduct your final preparations before boarding the Spear for Baraban.

The WC and Inquistior both seem to be telling you all they know with no hint of guile.


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Techmarine

Brand acknowledges both the Captain and the Inquisitor before moving off to the Armory to collect his things.

Sorry, I was just looking for a place to jump in so that I can actually see these updates in my Campaigns tab


WS: 42 BS: 57 S: 50 T: 42 Agi: 42 Int: 42 Per: 48 WP: 41 Fel: 46

Brothers, it is time for us to take our Oath. Oath of Glory would be perfectt here. What else than blasting our bolters as we bring the Glory of Emperor to the filthy aliens. Erik speaks out to others as they prepare for the mission

We still need a leader though. Any takers or should I get the gears rolling in? Erik steps up to others and look at each one in the eyes

Time to get this game rolling forward


Male Space Wolf Devastator

Viluf grins and snaps his jaws, meeting Eriks eyes levelly. "I don't recognise none of yeah as my superior, we are all brothers of the Wolf. So instead of one of us fighting to be Alpha of this here pack, how about we listen to the man part of ourselves and go with Stoney? He ain't a Wolf but he is brave and I find it less grating for him to direct me in battle than I do if one of you did it!"


Stone answers Erik's call and stare by stepping forward, helmet removed. He slowly turns and begins to speak full of charisma and an energy thats almost contagious.

Follow me brothers and I assure nothing but glory and honor, on my life I swear it. pausing momentarily to let his words carry his focus and determination. We have learned to work as a team and while I am no wolf, I am a hunter, and our training has shown I can learn your ways and hunt like a wolf. Allow me to lead not as an Alpha, as I know each of you are capable of being the Alpha when the time comes, but for this mission, I am merely a leader of DeathWatch marines. Once again pausing to slowly turn and face each marine and make eye contact.I know some of you may not trust a Black Shield, but I assure you my leadership capacity and tactical expertise are above reproach. We all joined the DeathWatch for our own reasons, mine are personal and the choice to serve as a Black Shield is so I may regain my honor, for I failed and chose self exile until I claim victory over a foe who took everything from me. I will not rest until I see death or revenge. My chapter awaits my return and did not order me to take the long watch. It is the only means by which I may continue my great hunt. If that day should come, I trust you will not interfere and honor my final battle as a marine or Black Shield, for if I am triumphant, I shall shed these colors and proudly bear the trappings and colors of my Chapter, and should I fail, I trust you will retrieve my gene-seed and succeed where I have failed.

After waiting for any response, he asks his brothers in a mightly yell:

Are you with me Wolves? Let us bring light to the darkness, death the xenos, and glory to our Squad!

We have a squad name?


WS: 42 BS: 57 S: 50 T: 42 Agi: 42 Int: 42 Per: 48 WP: 41 Fel: 46

Puppies on murder spree?

Looking at him and both Viluf a bit coldly and growling a while before knocking his breast ceramics Aye. Might as well do this. Lead the way leader and we will follow. and Erik raises his gun towards the roof For the glory of Emperor! For Russ


Freki grinned a bit "Aye, I'll follow you for now but you best be able to at least match one of my arms death count or you're gonna have to fight me for the honor of leading a bunch of wolves after this mission" he said giving the man his acceptance but still challenging him to keep up with their ways.

Fangs for hire? Blood Pack?


Techmarine

Brand watches the scene unfold quitely, he wasn't sure how he felt about anyone but a Wolf lead them, but as his Brothers agreed a smile broke across his face none the less. "Very well, it has been decided - and without bloodshed no less! Congradulations Brother Stone!" He laughs heartily as he claps Brother Stone on the shoulder. "You'd do well to try and keep up with these Wolves, or this chance may not come a second time." He says in a warm voice, it seems to be less of a threat and more of words of advice.


Ammo Sniper= 3full+4, Bolter= 3Full+28+ 25 Hellfire, Stalker pistol=2Full +13, 2Full Stalker, 1Full +10 Metal Storm. Space Wolf Wolf Scout 1, Wounds=15/20, Fate=2/3

How about Ulveskare, according to google is norse for wolfpack or as SM squads normally seem to be named using Greek maybe Lykos (wolf). I'm not sure we have reached the renown of a name beyond the obvious ;)

Having acknowledged the end of the briefing, Einar had approached the quartermaster for the various bits he would need, before meeting the others in the briefing room assigned to their squad. In even this short time,it was already beginning to feel like a den, with pelts and trophies, mjod stores and air conditioning set very low.
Whilst the others clashed egos, Einar loaded clips from ammo boxes and primed the large allowance of grenades he had asked for. Finally once brother Stone appeared to be approved, Einar stood and in a quiet but firm voice swore " I swear in the name of Russ and the Allfather to take your direction on our path to glory, but know that if you fail to live up to that which is expected of the Rout, I will cut your thread and leave you sleeping on red snow." Then with just the glimmer of a smile " Oh and don't expect me to follow after you, I always go first!"


Male Space Wolf Devastator

Viluf tossed back his head and laughed loudly, before turning to look at Einar. "Most of the time you just let me gab on like a washer woman from back home but aye if I don't second your sentiment there Brother!" He turned to look at Black Stone, sizing him up for a moment before nodding.

"Aye you work well with us, like one of us, but yet not of us. The others are right, I suggested it be you because we are not acting Wolves now, we are of the Watch, but if it comes down to it I will drag you in to the dirt with claw and fang and fight you for this pack. You are our adopted brother and to do any less, if it was called for, would he an insult!" He grinned, clapping the man hard on the shoulder.


As the men accept his ascension to Squad leader for this mission he greets each one and exchanges words as they approach and find him to offer warnings and advice.

At Brother Wolfhowl's battle cry, For Glory he yells in unison with the space wolf.

At Bloodfang, I do not measure mission success by the number of enemies I slay, but if you are keeping count, then I will try to leave some standing for you as we descend together into hordes by jump pack,It would be a shame if I killed more than you from afar before you could engage in close combathe says jokingly, but quickly adding I shall wade into the hordes with you, chainsword screaming and tearing into our enemies to show you my teeth are just as sharp…By our missions end, every brother here will have their fill…I would not look forward to a return journey with Hungry Wolves

Then he thanks Brother Ironmane for his confidence and advice. As a Black Shield, this is my second chance, I will not need another in this life. I trust you will support my leadership and keep our tools of war in the finest condition possible, I have immense respect for the Priest of Mars and your role as Techmarine, our chapter has traditionally held very close ties with them. Your presence here is a relief, for I am ignorant in the ways of the Machine Spirits and trust my Techmarine to be able to handle all we may encounter.

He takes Stormson's warning for the truth it is. I expect you to hold everyone to that very standard, and as a Wolf Scout I suspect I should not see you ahead of me or our enemies shall too. Just be sure to restrain yourself until we can act as a cohesive and coordinated squad. Wolves hunt in packs, not alone.

And finally, as Stone learns it was Irontooth's suggestion that paved the way for his leadership, he commends the wolf on his fellowship and intelligence. You think like a true leader, I look forward to serving under your command as well...without the fight of course....Now, tell me, what rituals should I be aware of while preparing with a pack of wolves on the eve of a mission? he ask with sincerity, eager to be one of them, but more out of curiosity and a desire to learn their ways than playing to their emotions with false fellowship. Stone was truly intrigued by the wolves and their ferocious appetite for all things. He planned to watch and observe, hoping to learn the art of their ways in battle and match their tenacity in combat.


WS: 42 BS: 57 S: 50 T: 42 Agi: 42 Int: 42 Per: 48 WP: 41 Fel: 46

Hah, that is for once a good way to start this mettle! A Drinking of course. What else to do like Russ himself before eve of fight. Drink and drink some more since that might your last chance to drink that glory liquid Erik showing at least once a happy face instead of being grumpy

It would also be good if we had a Wolf Priest here to bless us but I suppose its fine as long as someone of us does it beforehand. I might as well do it to get over it and to get into drinking Erik decides at that moment

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