Seeds of Heresy: Dark Heresy Second Edition

Game Master Decimus Observet

The agri-world of Novabella has drawn the attention of the Inquisition...


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Frontier World Imperial Navy Assassin WS 30 BS 45 S 30 T 30 Ag 45 Int 25 Per 40 WP 35 Fel 20 Inf 30 || W 12/12 Fate 4/4 || Armor 4(7) all

Pen's Cell:
With her statement that she had no clothing, Daxio hurries to the quartermaster and lays out that he the basics of the coveralls he needs. (assuming the requisition success was good) Daxio comes back and knocks quickly before slipping through the door. "'ere, miss. Go 'ead an' put this on, might be a bit more 'propriate." As she does, the young man in Daxio can't help but catch one last glimpse. 'Remember, boy, she's a twist... he thinks to himself. "A'right, time to go. Grab yer gear." And they head to meet up with their comrades.

Staying back from Enoch and Ven, Daxio continues to casually move amidst the workers. 'Doesn't seem like they are holding the workers at arms. Not that they are soldiers, but they could be capable. And the harvest does happen, so...' His thoughts trail off as he sees the guard point in the direction back toward their ship. Looking over, he is disappointed to see the other three already following along. 'So much for trying to maintain the laborer cover, knew it would be a mess...'


WS (33) BS (31) S (30) T (30) Ag (31) Int (25) Per (30) WP (30) Fel (45) Inf (35) Fate: 4/4 Wounds: 11/11 High born - Imperial Guard - Hierophant

"Frack, I though we had more time"

"I'm Nought. I was sent here by by Seed scribe to verify that our proceses were correct. It's his first harvest and he's nervious.
Say what happens at Recompense. I heard it gets sent off world?"

Deceive check if needed under 50: 1d100 ⇒ 72
Inquiry if needed under 50: 1d100 ⇒ 53
I'm including the +10


WS 40 BS 25 S 50 T 53 Ag 25 Int 25 Per 35 WP 40 Fel 22 Inf 20 || W 13/13 Fate 5/5 || Daemonic T bonus 7 Armor 5 all

Pens' Cell:
Pens places the simple robe over her ample amazonian form. "I carry all I need with me friend Daxio. I have been ready to go since we first met."

As the group moves forward and sees the others, she smiles and removes the hood of her robe to allow her hair to fly freely in the breeze. Realizing the mistake that had been made and thinking fast she moved towards the group and spoke as loudly as she could.

"Hello good guards of grain and laborers of the field. I am Pens, perpetual servant of the God-Emperor of Man, may he sit upon his gold throne and judge us all kindly this day. I seek to know where I might find those of the strongest faith in the Father of mankind and his many blessings?"


Wounds: 10/10. Fate Points 0/4. Armour: Head 0, Elsewhere 3. Toughness Bonus 3. WS 30, BS 40, S 25, T 30, Agi 30, Int 50**, WP 35*, Per 38*, Fel 30, Influence 30

Xipil scowled at the farmer who had moved the cart laden down with plant matter they had mistaken for a natural occurance. Our cover has been thwarted by the incompetence of the locals pruning their art. Omnissiah preserve me. He did not approach.


GM:

1d100 ⇒ 12
1d100 ⇒ 23


WS 40 BS 25 S 50 T 53 Ag 25 Int 25 Per 35 WP 40 Fel 22 Inf 20 || W 13/13 Fate 5/5 || Daemonic T bonus 7 Armor 5 all

Charm sub WP-20 (20): 1d100 ⇒ 10 2 degrees of success.


The labourers seem confused by the attitude of the confident woman standing before them. In between hems and haws, one says:

"That'd be the saints, right? Or the head Harvester?"

"Harvest-Prelate, you sod!", another barks at him.


WS 40 BS 25 S 50 T 53 Ag 25 Int 25 Per 35 WP 40 Fel 22 Inf 20 || W 13/13 Fate 5/5 || Daemonic T bonus 7 Armor 5 all

"Then you will point the way to either these Saint's or the Prelate so that I may witness their piety and bask in their faith. I would have your names as well so that I may speak of those who have made possible my speedy travels to my destination."

1d100 ⇒ 20 I mean, if I am going to have lucky dice now is a perfect time. Either inquiry or charm would be a twenty defaulting to stat and replacing with WP.


WS (33) BS (31) S (30) T (30) Ag (31) Int (25) Per (30) WP (30) Fel (45) Inf (35) Fate: 4/4 Wounds: 11/11 High born - Imperial Guard - Hierophant

"I'm Nought mam. Pleasure to meet you"
deceive the locals if needed under 40: 1d100 ⇒ 41


Wounds: 10/10. Fate Points 0/4. Armour: Head 0, Elsewhere 3. Toughness Bonus 3. WS 30, BS 40, S 25, T 30, Agi 30, Int 50**, WP 35*, Per 38*, Fel 30, Influence 30

Xipil held back rather than close in. "You will not stand out as much as it but for now I should still maintain my distance. I will observe from here."


The titheguard called Aldric replies to Ven with a slight frown, as if he is unused to being spoken to like such.

"If you wish to see Recompense, all you have to do is walk with the tithe-caravan. Which seed scribe sent you, by the way?"

******************

Pens appears to have set the pair of locals debating, rapid-fire.

"The saints of the Harvest-Father speak only to the holiest! Like the Prelate."

"You should speak to Seed-Scribe Arminius. He would know, for sure!"

******************

Xipil, Daxio, and Enoch notice that the tithe-caravan is slowly lumbering towards the speaking group.


Wounds: 10/10. Fate Points 0/4. Armour: Head 0, Elsewhere 3. Toughness Bonus 3. WS 30, BS 40, S 25, T 30, Agi 30, Int 50**, WP 35*, Per 38*, Fel 30, Influence 30

Xipil attempts to discern from this distance if the vehicles in the caravan are mobilised by machine spirits or inferior beasts of burden.


WS (33) BS (31) S (30) T (30) Ag (31) Int (25) Per (30) WP (30) Fel (45) Inf (35) Fate: 4/4 Wounds: 11/11 High born - Imperial Guard - Hierophant

Deceive untrained at -30->20: 1d100 ⇒ 69
"Scribe .... John?"
Anyone have deceive? Turns out I don't have that trained


Frontier World Imperial Navy Assassin WS 30 BS 45 S 30 T 30 Ag 45 Int 25 Per 40 WP 35 Fel 20 Inf 30 || W 12/12 Fate 4/4 || Armor 4(7) all

Daxio continues to watch the strange exchange between the tithe-guards, his ally Targot, and now the added twist female. "Damn, that's just not right...' He shakes his head a little thinking of the striking woman and what she really is.

Noticing the approaching caravan, he spends a few moments taking stock of the caravan before casually moving closer to the techpriest Xipil. Cautious to stay subtle while getting his attention, he speaks up, "'Ey! Seem like dey're makin' some progress. Who knows 'ow far 'way dis place is. Thinkin' we bring our glider? Don' wan' no farm'and takin' for a joy ride, right?"

Awareness(40): 1d100 ⇒ 62

Stealth(45): 1d100 ⇒ 33


Wounds: 10/10. Fate Points 0/4. Armour: Head 0, Elsewhere 3. Toughness Bonus 3. WS 30, BS 40, S 25, T 30, Agi 30, Int 50**, WP 35*, Per 38*, Fel 30, Influence 30

Xipil listened to Daxio and had to focus. "We certainly got far closer to the local trade route than we expected, redeployment of assets is worth considering though if the incompetence of their agricultural skill is any indication they are quite secure." This man is intolerably difficult to understand, if I have to choose between saving him and another member of the group I will have to pick them- unless it's the abomination.


HP: 20/20 | AC 14 | Init: +3 | Saves: Str: +0; Dex: +5; Con: +2; Int: +1; Wis: +2; Cha: +2 | PP 14 | PI 09 | Inspiration: No | Conditions:

Enoch had been listening quietly, watching the workers and the guards as the man took command. He was tired of being a leader himself and it felt good to let someone else take the reins; if it all went upwards then the blame wasn't just resting on his own shoulders. When Ven seemed to stumble for a moment, Enoch stepped up beside him with a nod.

"Indeed, we traveled under orders from Scribe Johnan. He is the newly appointed scribe, he replaced that one sickly fellow...you know him...that..." It wasn't a lie per say but Enoch was hoping that the titheguard would fill in the blanks for them, help make the lie more believable for himself.

Deceive (Under 30): 1d100 ⇒ 35

Maybe we'll get lucky and have a bonus or something. Eh? Ehhhhh? :P


Xipil realises that this tithe-caravan is being dragged along solely by human toil. A score of workers haul on thick ropes. There are no comforting engine sounds to be heard.

********************
@Enoch: From a little earlier: "Plausible deceits like orders from seed-scribes will usually be set at a normal (+10) difficulty."

Aldric's brow furrows somewhat at the confusion before him.

"Right. You should speak to the overseers in the caravan, or find the local Seed-Scribe in the village yonder."

He curtly waves his shock maul to a side road not far from the working group, then turns to the workers arguing before Daxio.

"The Tithe-Caravan approaches! Focus your efforts!"

He then turns back to Ven and Enoch.

"You had best be on your way, either way."

GM:

1d100 ⇒ 25
1d100 ⇒ 94


Frontier World Imperial Navy Assassin WS 30 BS 45 S 30 T 30 Ag 45 Int 25 Per 40 WP 35 Fel 20 Inf 30 || W 12/12 Fate 4/4 || Armor 4(7) all

Daxio sees the techpriest squint and strain his face as he speaks, clearly making an effort to listen. "Damn, planetside for less than an hour, and my lick is coming out hard. I need to curtail that with these high types." With a subtle cough and clearing of his throat, he continues with Xipil, "Right true, but jus' cause some are inep', don' mean they all are. An' we wouldn' wan' to loose an ace like tha'. Be trapped planetside, tha' no good a' all. If they-" he gestures towards Ven and the others, "- wanna follow the caravan, you an' I can slip back to bring it along."

As the work crew gets back to its duties, Daxio attempts to separate from the field of laborers into the cover of the crops, staying close but not wanting to get roped in with the menials of the planet.

Stealth(45): 1d100 ⇒ 22


Wounds: 10/10. Fate Points 0/4. Armour: Head 0, Elsewhere 3. Toughness Bonus 3. WS 30, BS 40, S 25, T 30, Agi 30, Int 50**, WP 35*, Per 38*, Fel 30, Influence 30

"While I still doubt the locals could cajole the machine spirit to allow access to the vehicle redeployment could be possible. Waiting until well after dark would reduce unwanted scrutiny. Such a caravan will likely stop over in a settlement or make camp with a significant number of fires." His eyes went back to the labourers pulling the wagons. "Overtaking them should not take long at their current pace."


WS (33) BS (31) S (30) T (30) Ag (31) Int (25) Per (30) WP (30) Fel (45) Inf (35) Fate: 4/4 Wounds: 11/11 High born - Imperial Guard - Hierophant

To Daxio and Enoch.
"We should go to the caravan"
Unless anyone stop him Ven will go to the caravan and begin asking question about the process at Recompense and if the supplies are loaded onto a ship or stored (and if so where)
Inquiry under 40: 1d100 ⇒ 32


”They don’t even have animals to drag it with?” Valdear asked. Even her own people seemed to be more advanced. ”Or is dragging it some sort of punishment?”


To be clear: are you waiting for the caravan to move to where you are standing, move towards it (Ven aims to), hide (like Daxio) or something else?


WS 40 BS 25 S 50 T 53 Ag 25 Int 25 Per 35 WP 40 Fel 22 Inf 20 || W 13/13 Fate 5/5 || Daemonic T bonus 7 Armor 5 all

If no one is bothering to give orders to Pens "she" is going to head towards the indicated village to discuss things with a seed scribe.


Daxio manages to separate himself from the labourers and they are swiftlytoo busy with hauling crops to seek him out.

*************

Ven approaches the caravan and is hailed by a balding figure seated in a balcony attached to the conveyance, some metres above the toiling mass who are hauling the caravan along. Seven more titheguard flank the caravan and eye Ven with caution.

The balding figure states:

"Who are you, stranger, and what is your business?"

It is somewhat important how Ven is presenting himself and I'd like that before rolls or questions in future.

************

Pens begins to walk in the direction given for the nearest village and Seed-Scribe.


WS (33) BS (31) S (30) T (30) Ag (31) Int (25) Per (30) WP (30) Fel (45) Inf (35) Fate: 4/4 Wounds: 11/11 High born - Imperial Guard - Hierophant

"I'm Nought. I was sent here by by Seed scribe to verify that our proceses were correct. It's his first harvest and he's nervous.
Say what happens at Recompense. I heard it gets sent off world?"

Deceive if needed:

Under 20-30: 1d100 ⇒ 63


GM:

10d100 ⇒ (82, 74, 65, 56, 86, 100, 78, 10, 50, 43) = 644

The figure squints at Ven. Then seemingly satisfied, he smiles crookedly.

"That is understandable. Though he really has neglected to instruct you in the details of our collective duty to the Harvest-Father. This produce is destined for holding areas in Recompense before it is shipped off-world. More specifically, we shall be looping by the nearby village of Grainstone then turning east once again. Is that sufficient detail for your nervous Seed-Scribe?"


WS 40 BS 25 S 50 T 53 Ag 25 Int 25 Per 35 WP 40 Fel 22 Inf 20 || W 13/13 Fate 5/5 || Daemonic T bonus 7 Armor 5 all

Continuing such a lovely wander on such a beautiful day.


Wounds: 10/10. Fate Points 0/4. Armour: Head 0, Elsewhere 3. Toughness Bonus 3. WS 30, BS 40, S 25, T 30, Agi 30, Int 50**, WP 35*, Per 38*, Fel 30, Influence 30

Xipil starts heading back towards the shuttle.


Frontier World Imperial Navy Assassin WS 30 BS 45 S 30 T 30 Ag 45 Int 25 Per 40 WP 35 Fel 20 Inf 30 || W 12/12 Fate 4/4 || Armor 4(7) all

Having secured himself into cover amidst the crops, he turns back to take stock of the situation and his allies... and sees Pens walking off into the distance on it's own. 'Damnable twist, it's going to get us all killed.' Maintaining cover within the field, he hurries along toward the giant woman, hoping to catch up to her. 'I am lucky she is moving at a comfortable pace. Damn, her gait is long!'

Drawing close to her, he comes to the edge of the crops and then lowly calls out to her, "Pens, slow yerself. You can' be chasin' all bou'. We need to ge' back to the lander wit the odders. "


WS (33) BS (31) S (30) T (30) Ag (31) Int (25) Per (30) WP (30) Fel (45) Inf (35) Fate: 4/4 Wounds: 11/11 High born - Imperial Guard - Hierophant

"Yes it is. Thank you"


The cell reunites at their shuttle. It has not been disturbed in the relatively short span of time since the group left it.

It smoothly takes off into the air, into the direction of Recompense.

Direct route? Divert to seek anything in particular? Will default to direct and go on rule of two for now.


Wounds: 10/10. Fate Points 0/4. Armour: Head 0, Elsewhere 3. Toughness Bonus 3. WS 30, BS 40, S 25, T 30, Agi 30, Int 50**, WP 35*, Per 38*, Fel 30, Influence 30

Direct but at night to avoid undue notice


As the cell departs via shuttle and begins their flight towards Recompense, they first notice a village a few kilometres up the road that was pointed out to them. The caravan has departed at this point, though stopping for impromptu prayer services every hour. As does every citizen that can be spotted from the air via auspexes.

Within ten minutes of flight time, the onboard auspexes are showing a stormfront rolling in. Ten kilometres off, a violent storm wracks a wide lake, and what appears to a be a floating vessel can be seen starting to sink beneath the waves.


Wounds: 10/10. Fate Points 0/4. Armour: Head 0, Elsewhere 3. Toughness Bonus 3. WS 30, BS 40, S 25, T 30, Agi 30, Int 50**, WP 35*, Per 38*, Fel 30, Influence 30

"We can land somewhere suitable and wait it out. Alternatively we can attempt to save some of the inhabitants of the wet navy vessel. They could be provide useful data for our ongoing investigation."


WS (33) BS (31) S (30) T (30) Ag (31) Int (25) Per (30) WP (30) Fel (45) Inf (35) Fate: 4/4 Wounds: 11/11 High born - Imperial Guard - Hierophant

"We should save those people. The Emperor protects and as his servants so should we"


After a brief discussion on board, the Arvus lighter descends towards what is now revealed to be a fishing vessel, with about a dozen fishermen fighting a losing battle to keep the vessel afloat.


Wounds: 10/10. Fate Points 0/4. Armour: Head 0, Elsewhere 3. Toughness Bonus 3. WS 30, BS 40, S 25, T 30, Agi 30, Int 50**, WP 35*, Per 38*, Fel 30, Influence 30

Xipil examines the fishing vessel considering it's size and weight could they tug it towards the shore (he assumed they would have sufficient moorings) or is allowing the fishermen to board the only way forward... certainly they had the capacity and it was the easier option but saving the men's lives and their livelyhood would not doubt leave them firmly obligated to the group.


Xipil is able to note that this is a fishing trawler, 20m in length, with the torn remnant of a net behind it indicates its purpose.

The Aquila could potentially draw it to safety on the shore but it would require at least one strong cable to be affixed to the trawler - and soon.


HP: 20/20 | AC 14 | Init: +3 | Saves: Str: +0; Dex: +5; Con: +2; Int: +1; Wis: +2; Cha: +2 | PP 14 | PI 09 | Inspiration: No | Conditions:

Enoch had remained quiet as the others took charge of the situation; Xipil and Ven seemed to have naturally gravitated towards the leadership of the warband while Daxio had taken charge of the mutant in their midst. Out of the two leaders, he trusted the one that had more flesh on him a bit more than the cold logic of the tech priest. Looking over the fishing vessel, it looked like it was getting to fall into the dark waters at any moment.

"We'll need to secure a tether to it if we're going to save their lives. I'll do it, stormy weather doesn't bother me much. I will need something to secure me so I don't end up a casualty. We got anything for that?"


WS (33) BS (31) S (30) T (30) Ag (31) Int (25) Per (30) WP (30) Fel (45) Inf (35) Fate: 4/4 Wounds: 11/11 High born - Imperial Guard - Hierophant

Ven pulls out his line ad grapnel and hands it to Enoch.
"This can hold about 150KG, enough for you and one other person but not enough for the whole boat. If you can't find rope quickly I'd recommend taking them up to the shuttle one at a time"


WS 40 BS 25 S 50 T 53 Ag 25 Int 25 Per 35 WP 40 Fel 22 Inf 20 || W 13/13 Fate 5/5 || Daemonic T bonus 7 Armor 5 all

"It would be better if I go. If the ship sinks I will be fine, you can bring them up two at a time that way."


WS (33) BS (31) S (30) T (30) Ag (31) Int (25) Per (30) WP (30) Fel (45) Inf (35) Fate: 4/4 Wounds: 11/11 High born - Imperial Guard - Hierophant

Ven clips the grapnel onto Pens belt and attaches it to the inside of the shuttle.
He then takes off his disguise to reveal the inscriptions on his armour
"May the Emperor be with you"
Inspiration under 40 (50 if Pens is loyal to the Emperor): 1d100 ⇒ 75


HP: 20/20 | AC 14 | Init: +3 | Saves: Str: +0; Dex: +5; Con: +2; Int: +1; Wis: +2; Cha: +2 | PP 14 | PI 09 | Inspiration: No | Conditions:

Enoch lifts his hands up, more than happy to let the mutant take the charge to rescue the sailors from the sinking ship. "Emperor's luck with you, mutant." He says, standing nearby where Pens will be descending in case there is trouble.


The decision is made quickly and Pens descends to the stricken vessel.

The fishermen are visibly shocked to see a metal *thing* emerge from the dark sky.

They are outright gobsmacked when they see the vision of a woman that emerges from it.

GM:

Awareness 40+10: 1d100 ⇒ 7

The disguised mutant immediately spots the sturdy pair of ropes that the nets were attached to - those would do admirably to tow the boat.


Wounds: 10/10. Fate Points 0/4. Armour: Head 0, Elsewhere 3. Toughness Bonus 3. WS 30, BS 40, S 25, T 30, Agi 30, Int 50**, WP 35*, Per 38*, Fel 30, Influence 30

It would be unfortunate to waste the mutants life so early in the mission... later would be more optimal. "They should have sturdy lines. They will need to be retrieved."

"Once the line is secured I will operate as co pilot, it will require some precise manouevering." The Tech Priest gets ready to secure the line once it has been brought up to them.


Frontier World Imperial Navy Assassin WS 30 BS 45 S 30 T 30 Ag 45 Int 25 Per 40 WP 35 Fel 20 Inf 30 || W 12/12 Fate 4/4 || Armor 4(7) all

Having been busy piloting the lander, he had heard little of the precise discussion between his comrades, but had instead focused on keeping the craft low and level amidst the howling wind, but still safely above the tossing sea. Hearing that his comrades are working to attach ropes to the craft, he continues his holding pattern while preparing to adjust into a low altitude, slow thrust maneuver. At the techpriest's offer of assistance, he nods with a wry smile, "'Ey, dat be roight good. I used teh flyin', but dis bird, woo, she's sleak an' sharp, no like the 'ogs I used teh. Moves like a lady dancer! 'Preciate yer aid, Master Xipil."

Once is is assured that the craft has been securely attached to the lander, he will ginger ease it toward shore.

(but not before then. rolling now so my posting does not delay the storyline further)
Operate (Aeronautica) 45: 1d100 ⇒ 18


WS 40 BS 25 S 50 T 53 Ag 25 Int 25 Per 35 WP 40 Fel 22 Inf 20 || W 13/13 Fate 5/5 || Daemonic T bonus 7 Armor 5 all

Pens walks over in her simple pilgrimage robes and grabs the ropes from the nets and passes them to the first two to be sent back up as she shouts to the Fisher folk to attach the lines.

"The Emperor sends protection to his children in need, grab the lines and hold fast, for this day you are saved."

1d100 ⇒ 38

Not sure which skill to be using and what the bonus is for getting the fisherman to save themsrlves.


With Daxio holding the Arvus lighter in a steady position, Pens directing the puzzled but inspired fishermen, and Enoch ready on the lighter, the ropes are swiftly attached from vessel to shuttle.

The fishing vessel is steadily but surely drawn over towards the shore, if not without risk through a storm above increasingly rough waters...

An operate: aeronautica -15 test please (includes Arvus lighter's manoeuvrabiliTy score). Your preparations have helped counter the effects of the storm and sheer awkwardness of the operation.


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Frontier World Imperial Navy Assassin WS 30 BS 45 S 30 T 30 Ag 45 Int 25 Per 40 WP 35 Fel 20 Inf 30 || W 12/12 Fate 4/4 || Armor 4(7) all

With the storm outside slamming against the craft and the controls of the lighter firmly in his grasp, Daxio silently offers a prayer to the Emperor. 'Let those who walk in the Light of the Emperor be guided on their path. Let there be strength in their step and passion in their cause. Let there be truth in their word and devotion in their deed. The Emperor be praised.'

Carefully he tries to pull the damaged vessel to shore.

Operate (Aeronautica), -15 (30): 1d100 ⇒ 11


There are several moments when the tug of the water and the wind threaten to drag the fishing vessel under - and the lander with it. But the Aquila proves the stronger and the vessel reaches shore. It is not a pretty sight, but these fisherfolk break into whoops and cheers at their incredible stroke of fortune.

Those near Pens exclaim gushing thanks:

"My lady! You and your metal chariot have spared us from the wrath of the storm! We heard thunder then felt our boat rock, then begin to sink!"

Successful Awareness +0 test for any examining the boat:

There is clearly a hole below the waterline.

Any character who sees this can roll Common Lore (Imperial Guard/Tech/War) +10, Tech-Use +0, or Trade Armourer +20.

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