I'd love to, was waiting on the GM to approve and nearly gave up...I know some IC chat had some but slaps and all, been keeping up, just never got any verbal clue from the GM that it was ok to join and post.
join in anytime man, IC you've been with us from the start
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Sorry. Jump on in when you're ready.
We need some spots filled here, if anyone is interested. At the risk of killing any potential interest, I will say that there has been criticism, probably valid, of my pacing for this. The adventure as written has quite a bit of atmospheric build-up; but the climax should be frantic.
The Player Characters are under-cover at an auction of curios and oddities that supposedly come from the collection of the infamous rogue Trade Erasmus Haarlock. The auction is being held in a vast crematoria-complex, the House of Dust and Ashes, on a volcanic island, thousands of kilometers from civilization in the midst of Solomon's toxic oceans.
The items to be auctioned are certainly cursed; and the other other attendees are certainly insane heretics.
Sound fun?
We have myself (A Guardsman), a Sister of Battle and a Tech-Priest are still around. I'm not sure if any of the others are about.
And a Scum, yes. I suppose that the Enginseer has seniority at this point.
Hey, im currently playing Binerith, the tech-priest. By official rank or seniority or something like that, Binerith might have to lead the group, but he is quite reluctant to do that. He'll probably give it to Emerik, Sister Jasmine, or whoever really is a good fit
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Rather unusually the acolytes were 'transferred' over to the service of Silas Marr, a kind of 'lone wolf' among the conclave, with no known affiliations.
Characters start play with another additional 4000 XP.
Would an arbitrator work?
Or someone who specializes in heavy weapons?
Would an arbitrator work?
Or someone who specializes in heavy weapons?
DH can be more roleplay and investigation than fighting. The Sister offers a lot for combat, the Enginsee covers the tech, the Scum has his own tricks, the other PCs were a psyker and our "face" guy I believe.
so arbitrator? =^^=
Reroll 26 :
Will modify stuff when i get home. But im thinking an arbitrator from Guncity Metalican
How much of the monies do we get?
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No Gear as yet, but draft of character is:
here
Not created anything beyond Rank 2 before, so I may well have missed something obvious. I have a little bit of backstory, but if there's something relevant to the campaign for an Enemy I can work it in before I get too far.
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For the GM
Sebastian De Guerre is a graduate of the Blighted Schola. He avoided the cull that followed the discovery of the school and its sponsors, the Golgenna Coven, because he was placed in a stasis chamber for just such an event. (Other graduates may been placed in similar chambers across the sector) Awakened twenty years later in Scintilla City, he assumed a new identity and joined the Arbites during which service he stumbled on what is known as the Calixian Pattern Killings. His obsession with the murders attracted inquisitorial involvement and he was subsequently recruited by Inquisitor Silas Marr.
His service with the Inquisition remains exemplary with nary a hint at his true heretical nature.
Will modify stuff when i get home. But im thinking an arbitrator from Guncity Metalican
Well, Emerik should probably be concerned, given he's a Metalican underhiver who got conscripted...
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Hello all! I remember seeing this pop up as it did, and I was interested, but I lacked time back then. Nice to see there is an open spot.
The position I'd like to apply would be the Scum.
I sadly lack time to write the backstory I was thinking about back then, but the gist of the character is a Fenksworld (not Volg) Noble, the family having background in both under and overground warfare, and generally seen as quite unscrupulous. The scion (not sure if it'd be a guy or a gal), being one of the youngest, had pretty much been left to their own devices, and has the reputation of a charmer, an eavesdropper and generally an incredible nuisance.
TL;DR: Charming Russian Mobster. In Space.
I'll post a build later.
Question, it is 4400 starting XP, correct?
- Divination
Wounds
Fate
Lineage
Will modify stuff when i get home. But im thinking an arbitrator from Guncity MetalicanWell, Emerik should probably be concerned, given he's a Metalican underhiver who got conscripted...
Oooh. Fun
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Maybe a psyker would work then? I'll think about it tonight and see what I come up with!
I'm gonna be changing my concept. I'm going with a Malfian nobleborn adept who's dabble in the forbidden, considering my rolls. Just gonna get another hours sleep then finalize my submissions sans equip of course.
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wounds
fate equals 2
imperial divination The wise man learns from the deaths of others. +3 intelligence
Re-roll 24
Corruption plus = 15
Insanity
This guy is shaping out to be one crazy SOB.
Just need to round out his advances.
Another 1d10 corruption and insanity if I take Malefic Scholar, what you guys think? Will the kindly sister shoot me on sight? LOL
Also, can anyone suggest a cool sleek type of armor? Crazy doesn't mean out of style lol
Life isn't easy on Fenksworld. Not even on Nova Castillia, the iron gauntlet over the two lesser hives, where life is brutal, short and filled with back-breaking work from start to end.
The story of Yelisaveta begins with her birth, but rarely is a scion's story unconnected to her dynasty's origins, which would be explored. Her great-grandfather, the famous and infamous Grigory Aksakov, the Volgite Adder, began his life in a small shack somewhere in Volg as the first free man of his family, exiled in Volg for crimes forgotten long ago.
The man didn't waste his various natural talents, and by his late fifties, half of Volg's drug, smuggling and human trafficking ran through his gang, and the other half ran with his permission. Having an organised ring so big attracted the attention of the higher ups in Nova Castillia. After seventeen unsuccessful assassination attempts and three unsuccessful Arbites assaults, the discussion on whether the eighteenth to involve an Imperial Assassin was abruptly ended with a brilliant idea and a brilliant smile from the governor. I'd rather have him inside and pissing outside than outside, pissing inside.
An ancient document, listing the noble lineage of the Aksakov line found its way into the lavish office in Volg, ink still wet. The document was accompanied by another, smaller and less formal letter, politely informing the mob boss that the carrot is present in the envelope, and the stick is somewhere in an Officio Assassinorum temple, not yet aware that it's a stick yet. And would he kindly sort out the affairs in the Kruger dynasty.
The Kruger-Aksakov dynasty soon gathered power in the legitimate business, investing heavily in less-than-scrupulous traders, merchants and loans. Known for his hard bargaining methods, Grigory retired after bringing the dynasty in the black, something not seen as possible by the Administratum.
Yelisaveta
Eli saw the chance to sneak by the maid, and she took it. Running into the empty hallway, she snuck into the broom closet, and started choosing her destination. The kitchen was pretty busy at this time, and the mean one was on shift. The guardhouse wasn't an option any more, especially since she accidentally mentioned she played cards with the guards. Speaking of which, she hadn't seen any of those guards since...
She sighed, before taking a peak outside to see if the coast's clear, and decided she hadn't snuck in her grandfather's office soon. Maybe play with the lizard, or do some drawings with the fancy pen.
Making her way quietly, she had to duck behind a vase, when she saw two guards escorting a man towards the office. Now she absolutely had to see what's going on there. The trio entered the office, slamming the door shut. She quietly made her way there, just about to lay an ear to the door, as she heard voices from the other side, echoing through the marble hallway.
"Now, Lev, is an opportunity for you to see how you solve situations with lacklustre loyalty." Her grandfather's voice. And Lev was there too, her biggest brother.
"Uh-huh." An uneasy answer.
"You're sixteen now, Lev. Everything here, I'd leave to your father, and he, to you. I heard that you've got quite the head for accounting, and that's admirable.", Grandfather responded. He does sound quite proud that Lev's smart. And Sasha's a дура, she thought, thinking of her bigger sister.
As the two entered the room, she closed her eyes, listening for any movement. As she heard nothing, she moved inside, putting a cheek to the thick mahogany door.
"---and you thought that it's easy, didn't you, Artyomushka. Just work the numbers, pocket some thrones." Her grandfather was angry. He always tried to sound, you know, smart and use big words, unless he's angry, then he sounds like the guards. Even the accent.
"I'm sorry, Nikolai Grigorievich... I'll return it all...", the voice of the man rose. He's scared.
A creaking was heard from behind the door. Grandfather was opening his drawer. "I understand, Artem. You've been working as a foreman for, what, six years now? The books show the results as almost adequate. A bit under the norms, but that's to be expected." He paused.
"...Well, Nikolai Grigorievich, sir, I do my best...", the man responded nervously, and a thud was heard.
"I can see that, Artyomushka." The anger was rising again. "Your best is not good enough. You've worked there for six years. If it'd been someone young, someone hungry that tried to steal, I'd bring him in, break a leg or two, and explain to him why he can crawl away, and that he can expect a bright future with us. Because he's someone with drive, and desire for betterment. You? You're neither capable, nor loyal."
A loud bang was heard, and a loud gasp followed. "Take the rug to the incinerator. Send his last wage to his wife. And you, Lev, I want you to go to your room, and think about what I just did, and why I did it. Don't ask me anything. Tomorrow, I'll come and get you for lunch, and we can talk about the hows and the whys." Eli took her cheek away from the door, and wiped away a tear. She started running long before her brother left the office.
Eli was rushing home. The darkness had long ago fallen on the spires, and it was even darker down here. She shouldered her hefty bag, a Chorda Premeditation, worked darkstalker hide, matte electrum finishing and vox-locks. She'd learned quite long ago that the nicest things are usually the most expensive ones. She tucked away a strand of hair, and took the usual shortcut, half a kilometer to get to the service elevator. The chain fence was unlocked since her last time she'd went on a small trip to the middle levels.
A shuffle from behind a dumpster was the first sign something's gone wrong. Some дурак's wearing work boots.
Two burly men, dressed in tatters, slowly creapt out from the side alley, followed by another one, surprisingly quieter behind her.
"Good evening there, miss.", the fatter one in front said, revealing a terribly gaudy and expensive golden smile. The other one flashed a knife, but decided to stay silent. "Give us that purse, and we'd play nice and soft, девочка." She took a step backwards, expectedly running into the third one, feeling two heavy hands on her shoulders. No weapons drawn. A complete мудак.
She let out a scared sigh, a half-assed attempt by normal standards, and slowly raised the purse in her hands, tossing it in a muddy puddle. I'll be very, very cross in roughly ten seconds.
"Let me go now, please!", she said nervously. Again, by bad acting standards. Chuckling, one went over to check the newly uncovered loot.
Two clicks were heard as the pistols jumped in her hands, and a silenced pistol went off into the man behind's crotch area. The man let out a non-silenced scream of pain, which in turn got silenced as well as the second pistol went off into his skull, the contents not doing any good for the cleanliness of the alleyway. She fired another two shots at the man gripping the darkstalker skin like an absolute savage, and as he dropped, turned them towards the talker. "I remember saying please, сволоч.", she said, cold fury pulsing in her voice. "Pick up my Chorda."
"Uh, the what?"
"The bag, слабоумный." The man rushed to pick up the bag, and handed it forward, showing the courtesy of attempting to clean it with his rags. "Uh, sorry, miss. There's no need to waste bullets on scum such as ourselves any more, am I right?", he asked, with a grin. Shame. He'd been quite the charmer, if only he showed some effort in his life.
Eli smiled, taking her bag, then fired the last two bullets in his knees. The man fell on the ground, screaming, as she moved closer and started stomping on the man's body. "You want to tell me what I need, мудак? You want to tell me what I want?", she shouted in between stomps, blood covering her boots, latest Scintillan fashion. "I... want... you... to apologise... for bleeding... on my... адский... St. Ellisias!", she finished, the steel heel finally caving the skull in, splattering brain matter all over the fine (and fashionable) boot.
She took a deep breath, placed the bag on another dumpster, and slowly, methodically reloaded and sprung the guns back inside her sleeves.
Yelisaveta Alekseevna was rushing through the corridors. I wonder what Grandfather's got in mind. I should've visited the old негодяй more often... This desk job's driving me insane..., she thought. Any chance to leave the stupid office was welcomed. She understood the importance of having a family member present on recruiting new people, and better than most, but it was completely dull. And most kept staring at her t#@&. Should've gotten Sasha to do it. She'd probably drool at anyone paying attention at her sagging sacks.
She stopped outside the door, pulling out a small case from her bag. And he mentioned meeting someone important. A man. She quickly checked her make-up, and decided it adequate. She gave a quick glance at her jewelry and clothes, frowning at a wrinkle on her shirt. I wonder if it's the maid, or me. Whatever. She tapped the door twice, giving a last glance at her liner in the mirror and putting away the set.
She opened the door, walking into the familiar office. The rug's been changed, again, she noted, as she turned her gaze at the table. Two men were sitting on the table, and an armed woman standing behind the unfamiliar one, holding a storm bolter? casually. The man himself was wearing a fine tailored, but not too gaudy suit, and had appeared to be just receiving a glass of liquor, coming from a fine crystal philter. He's in for a treat. She smiled, and made her way towards the table, ignoring the bodyguard as per the etiquette.
"That's my granddaughter, the one I was telling you about.", Grandfather said to the man, pouring a generous helping of Volg Gutrot. The bodyguard frowned at the smell. They toasted silently, then the man took a sip. The apparent lack of a reaction surprised Yelisaveta. "...I see.", the man replied, clearing his throat. "Please, take a seat.", he gestured at the empty chair. Yelisaveta sat, politely placing her hands in her lap. "Remember, Eli, I used to talk about place in the world, and drive.", the old man said, smiling. "I had strongly recommended that you take a bigger part in our affairs, but your father's been quite against it. And while we have our disagreements, he's in charge now, and with a reason. I'd have suggested this sooner, but it's just today that this opportunity arose. And I remember you being quick to act, especially back then." He smiled. "I apologise. It's rare you get time with your family, as I'm sure that you'd agree. Anyway, as I was saying. This man is a representative of an old... acquaintance of our family."
The man nodded, braving himself to take another sip, making the woman frown once more. "Right then. My name's not terribly important, but the name of my superior is. Silas Marr.", he allowed himself a smile. "Or, if we have to get really specific about it, Inquisitor Silas Marr."
Ебена мать..., Yelisaveta thought. She swallowed. The man continued. "We've exchanged some information with your grandfather in the past. And kept some other information quiet, too. The Inquisitor's looking for acolytes, men and women of exceptional caliber, and you came highly recommended. What's most unusual, however, is that you actually have a choice in the matter whether to join, or not."
Her grandfather nodded. "You see, Eli, sorry, Yelisaveta, what I decided was to give you an opportunity. You'd never become the heir of the house. You'd be doing a menial, clerical job, until your brother or father decides that he needs to cement the relationship with another house. It's not a terrible life, all things considered." He pauses, taking a long sip and lighting up a cigar. The woman's frown intensified. "The other thing would be to work, and work, and work. The only limit to what you can achieve would be you, your failings and your talents. One day, you might even join His Holy Inquisition as an Inquisitor. But there's no way back, once you join."
"Or she might get eaten by a daemon or sacrificed by a crazed heretic.", the woman muttered. Yelisaveta's honed hearing caught the line, sending a stare at the woman. Сука., she thought.
She remained quiet, staring at the window. Inside, she was weighting options, thinking of other options and plotting courses. She turned her eyes at the man, smiling. "Very well. When do we leave and what do I bring?"
I've read the game so far, and it looks quite fun. I believe that skill-wise, Yelisaveta would be filling the gaps left by the Baron.
I'll provide an appearance and personality tab in the character sheet, as well. As she'd potentially be joining and story-wise been there since the beginning, we can work out the relationship between her and the others. On the bright side, that'd let the sister go around in reasonable armour and armaments. I believe that the ones that are currently in are Emerik, Sister Jasmine and Binerith?
I believe that the ones that are currently in are Emerik, Sister Jasmine and Binerith?
Correct :)
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Excellent! I'm going to be busy today, but I've got some ideas that I think are pretty good.
Yekaterina basically wrote herself, and I'll be looking forward at the chance to play her. As for the pacing problems the GM described, that's only natural, and nothing terminal. It's my experience that PbP doesn't really respond all that easily to sandbox, but the GM seems to be handling it well.
IMO, with discussions on what actions to take in Discussion, and some inter-character role play, I believe this would be a great game.
@Radavel, I think that the mesh armours are the ones you're looking for. They're light enough to be worn under clothing, uniforms, or even a ball gown. As an insane Malfian, you can even wear them under al three, if you feel like it.
Re: Character interactions, I'll put it down in detail later, but here's the gist of it.
Emerik: Yelisaveta looks at Emerik with the look a mob boss gives to an extremely capable lieutenant. She sees him as thoroughly competent, much smarter than expected, and predictable enough. She'd treat him with respect, and listen to his guidance, but often from a veiled nest of superiority.
Binerith: As the two cover diametrically opposed areas of expertise, Yelisaveta sees the Tech-Priest as a valuable ally. She respects his vast intellect, but often raises a skeptical eyebrow at some of the Mechanicus eccentricities.
Sister Jasmine: Hmmm. Difficult one. I can see there being some frictions between a stern warrior of faith and a somewhat spoilt and deceptive noble. However, despite the occasional teasing, Yelisaveta would nonetheless appreciate the unyielding conviction and devotion of the sister, and she knows better than to put herself in the sights of the Ecclesiarchy.
Thems are just thoughts on the matter, feel free to chip in at any time, and look for any discrepancies in the character sheet.
Looking forward to playing with yall!
Konstantine
Profile
WS BS S T Ag Int Per WP Fel
27 52 27 31 30 30 38 30 46
Movement: 3/6/9/18
Wounds: 10
Corruption Points:0
Insanity Points: 0
Fate Points: 2
Skills:Awareness +10, Charm, Common Lore (Adeptus Arbites, Administratum, Imperium, Underworld), Deceive, Dodge +10, Inquiry +20, Interrogation +10, Intimidate +10, Literacy, Scholastic Lore (Judgement), Scrutiny +10, Search +10, Speak Language (Low Gothic, Tribal Dialect), Tracking +10
Talents: Basic Weapon Training (SP), Pistol Weapon Training (Plasma, SP), Melee Weapon Training (Primitive, Shock), Rapid reload, Heightened Sense (Sound, Sight), Peer (Adeptus Arbites, Underworld, Government), Quick Draw, Light Sleeper, Decadence, Ambidextrous, Nerves of Steel, Deadeye shot
Traits: Packing Iron, Way of the Gun, Hivebound, Wary
No gear or anything, took a background package so that there is a bit more to him than just a "COP" - The Calixian Pattern Killings
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Sebastian De Guerre, Malfian Nobleborn Adept, Student of the Forbidden, Distant Relative of the Haarlocks
WS 29
BS 31
S 25
T 29
Ag 28
Int 30+3+15+10=58
Per 37+15=52
Wp 35+15=50
Fel 33+5=38
Tainted Blood of Malfi
Fiendish Mind: +10 Int; Talented (Deceive); Resistance (Fear)
Monstrous Lineage: +1d10 Corruption; +2d10 Insanity
Nobleborn
Supremely Connected: Peer (Nobility), Peer (Underworld)
Vendetta
Wealth
Thy Name I Keep (400xp)
Skills Forbidden Lore (Daemonology)
Talents: Talented (Forbidden Lore [Daemonology), Resistance (Psychic Powers)
Corruption +1d5+5
Insanity +1d10
Power of the Daemon: Timeless
Skills
Speak Language (Low Gothic) (Int)
Literacy (Int)
Trade (Copyist) (Int)
Common Lore (Imperium)
Scholastic Lore (Legend) (int)
Talents
Pistol Training (Sp)
Light Sleeper
Unremarkable
Gear
Stub revolver with 5 bullets
Administratum robes (common quality)
Auto-quill
Chrono
Data-slate
Backpack
Wounds 10
Fate 2
Movement 2/4/6/12
Advances (4,000)
+5 int (100)
+10
+15
+5 Per
+10
+15
+5 WP
+10
+15
+5Fel
Pistol Training (Bolt)
Awareness
Awareness +10
Awareness +20
(1200 left for skills and talents)
Forbidden Lore (Daemonolgy) +10 (100)
Forbidden Lore (Daemonolgy) +20 (200)
Psyniscience (100)
Melee Weapon Training (Primitive)
Logic
Deceive
Dodge
Scrutiny
Forbidden Lore (Cults, Heresy, Inquisition)
Speak Language (High Gothic)
Imperial Divination The wise man learns from the deaths of others. +3 Intelligence
Corruption
Insanity
Looks like some great submissions, it'll be nice to breathe some fresh ideas and pcs in.
@lion, nice post summing everyone up and your interactions with our PCs. It's a difficult one for me too, having never played a religious PC ever in wh40k role-playing universe and having taken over another's PC in the middle of a mission as I did. But I wanted to force myself to catch up on that role in games to better understand the choices they have to make, hopefully making me a better GM for my own players.
@radavel
Gonna check out the RT game, would like play that again.
So our new 'recruits' are as follows:
Allrianne Constantine
Noble Born Assassin
Sebastian De Guerre
Malfian Nobleborn Adept
Konstantine the Arbitrator.
Yelisaveta Alekseevna
Scum Underboss
Did I miss anyone?
And yes, it'll be 4400 XP.
Oh, yeah, this is 1 editon Dark Heresey .
I'll try to post a brief synopsis of what has happened so far tomorrow night.
Ah, I built up to 4000xp - assuming it was all in. So I have an extra 400xp to spend.
Added 400xp of advancements.
How are we determining Wealth/Starting gear? Starting gear + a certain number of months income, starting gear + petition you for anything further, something else?
Can't see a default way of handling it in the rules anywhere, but I could be missing something.
As a noble, I summed up that we have 6600 thrones. I think the rule in here was 1 monthly payment per 400xp.
I bought gear with said thrones, and had some leftover. The ones I'd need to check with the GM are my Arbites pattern shotgun, and the synskin, which are both very rare. I imagine the shotgun as a gift from her family, which controls a significant part of the Enforcers on Fenksworld, and the synskin is a personal investment for when subterfuge is necessary.
Thinking of a character connection between the two noblewomen, for the lack of a better term? Maybe some game of one-upmanship? Quiet respect? Memory sharing over recaf on the time in the gilded cage?
Soooo much math....
Will do that when i get home. Monies... yey... but math
It strikes me as we have similar backgrounds, though yours is infinitely more detailed than mine (which I did intend to expand upon... I may need to rewrite a bit of what's in my head so I'm not so much an inferior clone of you).
I could easily move background details to Fenksworld, give us some closer ties, we also both appear to have Underworld as Peers, which seems an easy duplicate to change, maybe I could move mine to Administratum or Government?
It also appears there is another noble in the mix.
Sister Jasmine has a noble background.
Hi guys, Sebastian De Guerre of Malfi. I don't know if you have read any of my works but let me state for the record that all of them are in the restricted section of the Inquisitorial Archives.
Why I have not been burned to a crisp? Inquisitor Marr made me a deal. And he liked my counter-proposal better.
What do I bring to the table? A bolt-pistol and knowledge of things that would make your hair turn white. Oh and an inappropriate sense of humor hehehehe
Sister, please, the business end of your weapon is in the wrong direction.
Oh and did I mentioned that the Haarlocks are a very distant relation of mine. Yeah, that's probably why I craved knowledge of the proscribed. Perhaps searching for something to use against Erasmus should he make an appearance hehehehehe
Seriously that guy is sick in more ways than one.