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Augustus Trex's page
60 posts. Alias of Furau.
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Fate points:
1d10 ⇒ 2
Corruption points:
1d5 ⇒ 2
Wounds:
1d5 + 6 ⇒ (5) + 6 = 11
Name: Augustus Trex
Homeworld: Footfallen
Career: Seneschal
Rank: 1
Gender: Male
Age: 35
Origin path: Footfallen - Scapegrace
WS: 34
BS: 37 (*1)
S: 35
T: 29
Ag: 43
Int: 46
Per: 43
WP: 33
Fel: 49
Wounds: 11
Fate Points: 1
Insanity Points: 0
Corruption Points: 2
Trained Skills:
CL (Kronos Expanse), Psyniscience (WP), Sleight of Hand (Agi), Barter (Fel), Charm (Fel), Commerce (Fel), Common Lore (Underworld) (Int), Deceive (Fel), Evaluate (Int), Forbidden Lore (Archeotech) (Int), Inquiry (Fel), Literacy (Int), Security (Agi), Speak Language (Low Gothic, Trader’s Cant) (Int).
Talents and traits:
Street knowledge (-5 to all SL tests not involving Expanse)
Peer (Void Born)
Polyglot
Rival (Inquistion)
Enemy (Eccleshiary)
Dark Soul
Against all Odds (Can reroll dice when using a fte point to remove wounds, must accept second result.)
Ill-starred (-5 to Fel tests with all voidfarers who have heard of history and are not friends.)
Basic Weapons training (Universal)
Pistol Weapons training (Universal)
Gear:
Autoquill, dataslate, micro-bead, multikey, two sets of robes,
synskin, chrono, cameleoline cloak.
Weapons:
BC archotech laspistol, BC hellpistol, BC hellgun
Armour:
GC Storm Tropper carapace
Exp to spent: 50
Spent:
4,500: Char creation
250: BS * 1
100: Security
100: Charm
There, hopefully everything is in order. I took the armour as my starting acquistion. :)
Hey everyone :)
I'm very interested in playing a RT game wand was wodnering if anyone was planning to set one up? I'd be interested in playing a Missioanry, an Explorater or a Seneschal.
Hey guys. I know your game's started running, but I was wondering if you might have space for another 40K player. This character was created for a DH game that sadly folded on us, but if you take me in, I'll fill out the stats for a RT character. (Hopefully Hand remembers me :) )
I'd be interested in playing a Seneschal if you're happy to take me, I don't think you have one right now, from looking at your threads. I'd try to squeeze out as much profit as possible from whatever we encounter and make sure we pick up any interesting/important news.
Augustus finally arrives, his clothes ruffled and his face flustered as he battles through the crowds to join the others, his face going a little red from embrassment. "I.. there were just a lot of people", he concludes lamely. "But I made it, I'm ready to go."
Augustus returns from around the street corner, rubbing a faint bruise on his cheek and walking quickly to escape the jeers from behind him and catch up to the others. He wasn't sure what he'd said to get that reaction, but he wasn't sure it was a good idea for him to talk too much in this Emperor forsaken madhouse.
Augustus does the same, an attempt that is not fated to end well.
Augustus finally snaps awake from the slightly dazed stupor he'd fallen into. "Ah, right, worlds like this." He nods at Atella. "The Emperor would choose where we're born and how we live our lives, so most stay where they are and perform their duties there."
The adept smiles. "Though, I was curious about other worlds, I did my duty of course, back on Calin, but I sought a place in the Imperial Guard, because they travel in His service."
He suddenly winces and seems to shrink a little as he realises the danger of what he's saying. "I mean, I wasn't trying to avoid my place, I just.. well, if I was accepted there, it must be what's meant for me, right?" He gives the group a hopeful look, but then, none of them are priests or clerics.
"So, right, this place. Well, it's like, every planet or ship serves the Emperor in its own way. My world, we grew food for His armies and planets all across the Imperium."
Augustus smiles proudly. "This planet and the people here must make things, weapons, equipment? I don't know, but I'd reckon it'd be sent to other places, just like shipments from Calin. I don't think it's a hell Hand, it's just.. different."
He glances around at the bustling city. "Take the what and get off where?"
Augustus leans on a nearby wall, shivering and coughing after the ride. "That's.. ugh, we don't have to do that often, do we? I.. um. I need some water.."
He looks up, taking in the city and his eyes wander. "Atella.. I don't think I'm on Calin anymore.."
He looks at Tocal, still clearly feeling a little sickly. "What do we do now?"
Augustus blinks, his eyes going wide and he steps back, crossing himself and muttering a prayer to the Emperor. "Withcraft, foul witchcraft.. We can't trust a creature like that, he must have been here to deceive us, to put us on the wrong path."
The youth nods firmly, then winces, glancing at Atella. "Is he their leader? Is he powerful, dangerous? How do we kill something like him?"
Augustus frowns. "I'm eighty eight."
"Robes might mean some sort of office, or a disguise. He's very secretive, he doesn't want us to know anything about who or what he is, and he knows we work for the Inquistion so maybe he wants to conceal himself from them? Maybe he does want to help but maybe he wants to throw us off the trail instead? Ugh, I've got nothing.
He stayed quiet for now, very unsuare of the situation he found hismelf in.
Is everything alright Radavel? We haven't heard from you since Sunday now.
Do you think we need to sort out a good way to show dice rolls so they take up less room?
Does Augustus's CL check apply?
Augustus shifts uneasily as the strange figure appears. The Inquisitor hadn't mentioned this, could it be a trick of some sort? But then, how would she, he, it know who they were working for?
He peered at the figure intently, wondering if his robes siginified anything. He didn't speak however, he left that to Tocal to do, and for him to decide how to react to the figure.
It adds to the target number you need to get under Tocal. So your perception is 35 and for scrutiny you add 10, so you pass if you roll 45 or less, which you did, very much so. :)
Augustus flinches, but controls it better this time, assuming a stoic expression. "Quite ready to go now.."
He gives Atella a faint glare. What if all her games and playfulness was just to hide a deception of some sort? He would not let her catch him off guard. He would -not-.
He smiled a little despite himself, then wiped it from his face, reciting a litany to the Emperor in his head to protect himself from evil and trickery. She was referring to him doing penace work, she was taunting him and saw him as weak. He'd prove her wrong.
Augustus nods. "I don't think we'll have trouble sorting out a way to the surface, not if she wants us to get there. And well.. yeah, I suppose I'm ready to go when we are all."
88 folds his arms, trying to look indifferent, but he avoids her gaze and feels a little guilty. It wasn't her fault she was what she was, but she was so dangerous, and so tainted, how could he ever let her near him safely?
Augustus flinched back like her finger was red hot, shaking his head with a sudden look of fear. "No, don't, you don't touch me, that's not right."
Who knew what witchcraft she could perform with a touch, no matter how innocent it seemed. He was going to have to be very, very careful around her.
Augustus frowns, looking offended. "Is there a reason I'm the lowest ranking in numbers, I'm the.." He glances at the leader, the killer and the pysker and sighs. "Nevermind. Woohoo, I'm eighty eight, what fun."
"Where in the Emperor's name did this man grow up? What temple?"
Atella suddenly made a lot more sense to Augustus. No wonder she was tainted and had such a ghost like appearance. She hadn't been born on one of the Emperor's worlds, but between them, in an abyss. It had marked her, that much was clear. How could they hide themselves on the planet when every loyal servant of the Emperor would turn against her? Augustus would serve with her because the Inquistion demanded it, and they followed the will of the Emperor, but the planet's residents wouldn't know that, they couldn't be allowed to.
It truly was a moral tangle and it was clear Augustus would need to give much of his free will up to the will of the Emperor to make it through this.
He answered her question quietly, his mind mostly wlsewhere, which might explain the answer he gave. "No, civilised people use names, not numbers."
Augustus stares at Hand like he was from another planet. (Which in fact he was.)
"I'm not sure that's the best name to avoid attention." He tilts his head as the mask comes off, relieved that the man had a human face, Augustus had begun to worry that he might be some sort of mutant, given the other company he was with.
But then, the Inquistion would never do such a thing.
"I think I like the sound of Garm."
He glances at their team leader. "So what names do we use? What's our plan, where do we start?" He pauses. "What about trying to find out if something connects the murder victims? It sounds good to me."
Or not, betrayed by the dice.
Augustus frowns in suprise as Tocal tells him not to spread knowledge of the rituals. Every loyal servant of the Emperor should practice them, honouring his gifts was another way of honouring him. At the moment though, he didn't want to risk arguring with their leader.
Then his eyes widened. Dead?! Well, yes, he must just mean no one knew they existed, Augustus had no plans of dying, not at the hands of enemies of the Golden Throne. If Tocal wanted to die, that was up to him.
He nodded as their mission was stated and his role was defined. Yes Sir, driving it is.." His pride bubbled up a little and he racked his memories to see if he had ever been told stories about this planet and show more of his worth to the group, but nothing came to mind.
"How are we getting down to the planet? I'm not trained in the rituals of spacecraft."
Augustus nods at Hand, it looked like there was hope for the creature yet. "The major rituals are those of Cleaning and Maintaining, but they'd take time to explain, and I don't want to offend the Inquistior."
He glanced at the Arbitier, waiting to see what their task was as a feeling of dread rose within him, talking to Hand and Atella had helped take his mind off it, but now it was back and he muttered a litany to the Emperor in his head.
"I am his loyal servant and I shall feel no fear in His service."
Augustus' eyes widened and he took a step backward as Hand delibrately sliced his arm open. "Is this how a savage venerates the Emperor, with blood? Perhaps it's as close as he can get to understanding, so long as he doesn't bring that thing near me I can live with it. I have more civilised ways to honour Him."
His question though, that was revelant and important, and it might explain why he didn't carry any machines, he didn't know the rituals that needed to be performed for the machine spirits.
Augustus could understand that, it was proper to not use machines without the correct rituals, but it was still a sign of ignorance to not know them and he wondered if the savage could be correctly educated. His faith seemed to be true, just uneducated, so there was hope.
"Every morning and evening we carry out rituals to bless and thank the machine spirits of what we carry. This includes the bullets we fire from them. As long as we remember to perform the rituals correctly they'll continue to be satisfied and to do as we ask." He nods at Hand with the faintly arrogant manner of someone raised on one of the Imperium's 'true' worlds. "I can show you the right rituals, if you like."
He glances at Atella as well. She should certainly know the rituals if she'd served the Guard.
But perhaps it was an offense for someone tainted by evil to perform them.. "I don't know the arcane as a tech priest would, but I have been taught the rituals for the weapon I carry." He didn't comment on the Emperor's judgement, it wasn't his place and he'd ask a cleric or priest if he wanted an answer. He just served the Imperium and honoured the Emperor as he'd been taught.
Augustus stares at Hand like he's grown an extra head. "You do it so your enemies don't become infected, aren't you trying to kill them?"
He glances at Atella to try and determine her reaction. "This creature's some sort of savage, but maybe that's the point. Who better to cull heretics?"
Augustus' shoulders slump slightly as the two of them zero in on what seems to be his true purpose in life, but there's a kind of comforting familarity in it and he rallies with a smile. "I'll try to sort out some rice and other food for our meals, yes. Cooking's something else I can do, so I'll try to keep you both happy."
He glances at Hand cautiously. "What do we call you?" The tall warrior was so.. well, quiet. Augustus wondered why, and also why he wore a mask. Did he have something to hide? As he loked over him he realised Atella was right, all his weapons were primtive things, unblessed by the power of the machine spirits. Had he done something to anger them, perhaps? He wondered if he'd answer the pysker's question.
Is it possible for Augustus to have the trade (cook) skill since it's mostly for flavour (haha)? I'll swap another skill for it if need be. :)
Augustus rubs the back of his neck. "I know how to fire a gun, I'm quite a good pilot and I can find stuff out." He pauses. "So.. we watch each other's back?" The question is tenative and careful, but underneath it Augustus' thoughts churn.
"She may be all nice and friendly now, but don't forget what she is, she's tainted with evil and sooner or later she'll lose control. Remember the stories. Pyskers can serve the Imperium, but they always fall and unleash their witchcraft. I've gotta make her think I'm good with her, that I'm no danger and when she turns against us I need to shoot her down before it's too late.
Emperor, I hope she doesn't know what I'm thinking."
"No, no, that's not what I do." Augustus shakes his head firmly, shuddering at the thought of being dragged into a firefight. "That walking weapons locker, he does that sort of thing, I just.. sort out your paperwork, and you do.. whatever it is you do..."
He stops, peering at Atella, then suddenly sighs, torn between despair and amusement and with a faint grin on his face. "Advisor. You're as lost as me, aren't you, -pysker-? You really, really don't want to look to me for your protection."
"No, not a witch hunter." Augustus sighs, turning away from the wall to face Atella. He still wasn't comfortable around the pysker, but with everything he'd just learnt, she was only one of several problems and no longer the worst.
"If you're working for them, why did they arrest you on that convey?" He frowns. "Maybe they were just keeping an eye on you.."
This is too much for Augustus and he snaps a little, his tone is intense, though he keeps it down wnough so that it won't carry through to the Inquistor's chamber.
"Emperor! I'm not a damned witch hunter!" He draws in a sharp breath. "Yes, beans, bloody beans! I am..was a logistics clerk for the Guard, I dealt with keeping track of their food and supplies which yes, happened to include quite a lot of beans!" He wipes his forehead, managing to get something of a grip on himself.
"I don't know why I'm here, other then the fact she had another clerk who got eaten by those Ork beasts. -He- was meant to join you, not -me-."
Augustus licked the inside of his dry mouth as their objective was stated, along with their team leader. He'd seen people like him in the Guard, it was fairly obivous he was a high ranking officer of somekind, which must be why the Inquistor had bought him in.
As for her quite dismissive comment about him dying or being replaced.. well, she was an Inquistor afterall, everyone here was far below her.
But, a great evil, -what- great evil? And the Deathwatch? Was that what they called the destruction of a planet?
Augustus was going to go into the heart of evil with, with, just these 'people' to protect him. A thousand possible horrors paraded behind his eyes and he gave a quick bow to the Inquistor before hurrying out of the chamber after the fleeing Pysker. When he caught her up outside the room he leaned on the wall near her, trying to avoid the urge to throw up.
Simply put, Augustus was very much afraid.
"Ah yes, keep talking like that please, I'll find out what she has planned and I won't need to risk annoying her." Augustus felt a wave of faint gratitude for the assassin, although he doubted the man had said that for his benefit.
He stared at the extremely happy looking pysker, wondering what in the Emperor's name she was so preppy about. For all she knew this was her excution. She'd been arrested and taken prisoner, after all.
Augustus nods, speaking quietly, though it's clear he means what he's saying. "Always Inquistor." His fingers lightly brush the devotional scar on his cheek.
Did she doubt his faith, his trust in the Emperor? No, if she did, he'd already be dead, but could this be a test..? He had nothing to hide, he believed in the Emperor. He just hoped she'd know that.
Augustus raises his head slightly at the Inquistor's eyes, looking up so he's actually looking at her, although he tries not to meet her gaze.
Augustus kept his head low and stared meekly at the floor, trembling slightly. The Pysker might frighten him, the killer might unnerve him, but an Inquistor -terrifed- him. If she found him at all wanting, he was morbidly conviced she'd save time by killing him on the spot.
As she greeted them he bowed, still keeping his gaze downward. He didn't feel up to talking to her, though he might have to.
Augustus winced at the glare and shifted uneasily. why couldn't he watch his mouth, now he was going to be plagued and punished, and maybe even killed, by her witchcraft.
He muttered a "Sorry..", hoping it would divert some of the pysker's anger.
Augustus smiles faintly, resigned to the situation for now. "I'm here because an Inquistor told me to be here. I don't know what he wants with me, us, whatever, but I don't say no to Inquistors."
Not that he'd met many.
"And now I'm here with a damned pysker, and.." He glances very briefly towards Hand, unsure of how to summarise the man. "And the two of you. Do -you- know why?"
He agrees with Hand's assement to a certain extent, as he'd said, he didn't question or disobey Inquistors, but he'd still like to find out what he was supposed to be doing here, so far from home.
Augustus begins to smile, despite her strange appearance as she introduces herself. Then she tells him she's a sanctionite and the smile vanishes as he moves back to keep room between them.
"No wonder she looks like that, she's a pysker, an actual pysker!" He'd heard of -them-, tainted souls controlled by the Inquistion to protect the Imperium from their dark magic, some were used to serve, but even then, he didn't want to be anywhere near that sort of power.
He winces as she stares intently at him, unaware of what she's doing and he looks away, trying to avoid her unnerving gaze. He nods back at the warrior, happier to look at him then the etheral psyker.
Augustus blinks and takes a step back as the new arrival enters the room. The combination of her skin, hair, eyes and build gave her an almost etheral appearance and it was unnerving, even more so in its own way then then the motionless killer nearby.
The woman was a good ten years older and the adept wondered briefly if she was meant to be in charge, he didn't think the masked warrior looked the type and her appearance seemed to hint at something very unusual.
Her movements showed another side however, and he quickly realised she was as nervous as him. With a jolt he also realised where he'd seen her before, being escorted and watched carefully by two of the Inquistor's guards.
He spoke back quietly, trying to show some semblance of dignity. "Hello. I'm Augustus." He wasn't sure what to say beyond that and her appearance still made him uneasy.
As the Arbiter enters Augustus straightens even more. The man must have spent hours on his uniform and Augustus cast a guilty glance at his slightly ruffled robes. The only saving grace might be that the ghostly woman's clothes were far worse then his own.
From the way he moved and looked it seemed that he was in charge and Augustus gave a polite nod, not aware enough of body language to see that the man was actually nervous himself.
Augustus arrives a moment later. He's a dark skinned youth in quite good shape and with something of a distintive appearance of his own. His stark white hair, seemingly dyed, stands out in contrast to his dark skin and seems to be an attempt to achieve exactly that result.
To add more to his apperance a small scar is present on his right cheek, a symbol honouring the Emperor. He's currently wearing a set of Administratum robes that he shifts in arkwardly, clearly unused to the flowing clothing of his recent office. The only visible weapon he carries is a small stub automatic on his hip and everything else he has with him, or owns, is in a large backpack on his back.
This was really not what he'd expected when he'd left Calin for that supply run, he'd wanted to see the stars and he had. He'd also seen huge, ravening monsters tear apart armed men like they were toys and come after him. He shuddered at the memory, only luck and the grace of the Emperor had saved him from the same fate.
And now.. now he was serving the Inquistion, and that was far more terrifying then Orcs. He knew the legends, everyone did. The Inquistion purged the Imperium of heretics and mutants that sought to destroy it from within, they were holy servants of the Emperor who were venerated.
But that didn't mean you ever wanted to meet one. An agent of the Inquistion meant heresy lurked nearby, and there were dark stories of whole planets destroyed to stop the spread of heresy.
This really wasn't he'd had in mind when he'd agreed to the supply run.
He took in Hand with a mix of alartm and curiousty. The man looked like a complete savage who'd tear Augustus' head just for being looked at and so the archivist quickly looked away. What in the Emperor's name had he gotten himself into..?
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