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Topic: WH 40k Q&A - Innocence Proves Nothing
Subject: maps
I'll get a map done in paint and uploaded tomorrow.
Posted on 2008-06-02 at 05:45:25.
Edited on 2008-06-02 at 06:37:56 by Admiral
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Topic: Innocence Proves Nothing - Warhammer 40,000
Subject: Update the third - Action Time! Or is it? The Suspense is Killing Me!
“So when you’re not around who leads if a leader is needed?”
“Also, if possible, I need a Bolter with an attached Targeter, four 30 round sickle clips of Stalker Silent and two 30 round sickle clips of Kraken Pattern Penetrators, this Autogun is too loud for what I do and what you want me to do.”
Was this guy serious?
“Mkoll. You are no longer a sergeant, and no longer in your old retinue. Your ass is now mine. You’ll work with what I give you, and you’ll use the money I pay you to buy what you need from whatever quartermaster might be around. You may be important to me, but not that important. You of all people should know how many men the Emperor has.”
Carrigan strides forward, knowing he doesn’t fear her. Fine by her, any Emperor-fearing man should listen to an Inquisitor when she speaks, and both the hardened soldiers in the room knew that as their eyes locked.
Her voice lowered to a tone Mkoll had not heard it reach before.
“What I want you to do is follow my orders without question. I’ve killed men for fewer transgressions than your insubordination, and I won’t hesitate to put my bolter to the back of your neck. Such a seasoned vet like you will make a fine example to the greenhorns out there. You are not their leader. You are their equal. You are lucky the others are gone or my bolter might have found its way to your kneecaps as an example to them.”
Carrigan’s eyes squinted as she stared the man down. She seemed to glow slightly as her shapeless and blank eyes twinkled against the lighting in the room.
“In fact it might still happen in the future, depending on your performance. I hold you to higher standards than the others. If you don’t like it, frak off and die for all I care. I’ll be happy to make the arrangements.
“Now, as to the leader: Only, and I repeat Only the Emperor HIMSELF is of enough authority to give a command to any of my men besides me. If anyone in my retinue so much as threatens to pull rank on another and issue an order – I will shoot the whole lot of you.”
The Inquisitor and her acolyte continued to stand off.
Finally, out of nowhere, Carrigan Øravík let loose with a resounding front-handed slap, connecting swiftly with the side of Mkoll’s face.
“I believe I gave you an order to get the FRAK OUT OF MY CHAMBERS!”
Luckily for him, the other acolytes were long gone, and he was able to leave with his pride intact. Carrigan’s gifts were often small and discreet.
Arcturious noticed something odd about this servitor as he ran his multiple and (to normal, inefficient people) exhausting diagnostic tests. (Success Logic) The wiring appeared to be fine after all. In fact, everything seemed to be fine. Everything mechanical, that is. (Success Tech Use) Arcturious removed the top of the servitor’s skull.
Mostly biological beings, the truth was that most servitor problems were not malfunctioning wires or machinery. After all, the priesthood of Mars were the ones responsible for their construction. Arcturious looked over the lobotomized brain of the disabled servitor. Its brain was fried – something beyond the Tech-Priest’s skills to mend. This being was destined to be harvested for parts before the remaining biological entity was “recycled” to produce rations for the coming missions once they set out from Holy Terra.
The Tech-priest noted his surroundings. Completely devoid of other people – how efficiently they follow orders. This was the only servitor assigned to this deck – he would need to secure a replacement. Unfortunately the lockdown prevented his movement off of this deck. Tick tock.
The ship’s lift moved rather quickly, leaving little time for the freshly assembled strike team to… well… assemble. The doors to prison deck 29 opened along with the lifts, exposing a hellish environment. Cells on either side, a dank smell of mold, death and a scent that can only be described as “chaos” was in the air.
It was silent. Strange – this deck should be packed with psykers. The doors were designed for maximum protection – insulated to cut all but the most powerful beings off from the warp. But each door also held a single observation port, into which guards could look. The port was also insulated.
Light was not in abundance, though it came to nobody’s surprise. Deck 29 was thankfully not that big. There are cells to either side of you. This hallway extends about 20 meters before branching off left and right.
Daggerfall notices a sound in the distance, down the hall to the right. It sounded like a faint moaning… Tazi hears it as well, after picking up a cue from Daggerfall’s perked ears.
Arcturious once again found himself disturbed by a strange noise, from just around the corner. The hallway you are in, with your back to the maintenance lift (about 50m back) you see a fork in the hallway right and left, at 45 degree angles. You could take a peek if you only move a few more meters. The sounds are strange… an awkward moaning – as if someone is dying, coming from the left.
But wait… The Tech-Priest’s sensors are also picking up a soft banging coming from the ceiling above the right hallway...
(Ruh Roh... Choose carefully!)
Posted on 2008-06-02 at 05:31:54.
Edited on 2008-06-02 at 14:37:49 by Admiral
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Topic: WH 40k Q&A - Innocence Proves Nothing
Subject: tann
I'm trying to resolve an issue via PM. I have a post otherwise ready. I can't really say more without spoiling a surprize, but I'll find a way around it and post tonight come hell or high water.
Posted on 2008-06-01 at 19:38:35.
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Topic: Under The Sea
Subject: wheee for rogues
Momma always said I would make a good bard. Finder thought to himself as he inadventantly led the crew in song. He was such a better singer than all of them though. Human voices were pitched far too low, they could barely overcome the sounds of the sea.
The dwarf was even worse. No, it took a halfling to pierce the air and water and ambiant sounds. Finder's high pitched squeeking echoed especially well down in the dishwashing station. He was rather pleased.
But in typical human fashion, the ones above got too distracted to pay attention to their surroundings. Finder's ears perked up, and apparently the rest of the crew took too long in following suit.
Pirates. WHHHEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!
Finder loved pirates. He would have been one had he been born near a boat. Unfortunately these pirates seemed more intent on murder than exploration. Oh well. A fight it was then.
Not that Finder had any intent whatsoever on fighting fair.
"Hehe. Look everyone! That dwarf thinks he's a wizard!" He shouted, half to make an observation, and half to draw attention away from him. The incantations and hand motions just provided an easy out.
It only took a second for Finder to slip into the shadows, plate still in hand.
(OOC: Hide! Draw Dagger! Wait until something comes near where he can sneak attack by either throwing the plate or stabbing a pirate. He'll also keep an ear out to judge how the above ground battle is going.)
Posted on 2008-06-01 at 19:25:56.
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Topic: Feeding The Undead
Subject: wow, what a day
Well, looks like the Family stall it is... I suppose I've been in worse. Then again these folks in this town are crazy. Perhaps I should steal some new clothes before I leave.
"Hey baby, you need a good girl to make you feel bad? Or you need a bad girl to make you feel good?"
T was a bit dumbstruck. Was he getting hit on? Between his age and his rather "sub-prime" body build after years of use and abuse, not to mention the scars... this girl had something to gain from him.
"Hmm, is Wal Mart employing hookers too now or are you just freelancing a bit?" he said, letting a bit of his accent show through. "Lot's of crazy sicknessess going around lately, especially tonight. You're kind of daring, you know that?
"Anyway, I hate to disappoint but I don't live here. I just stopped on my way across state."
Posted on 2008-06-01 at 16:12:24.
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Topic: WH 40k Q&A - Innocence Proves Nothing
Subject: Tomorrow
I had a rough few days. If you're really interested (it's a rather scary story actually) PM me.
Tomorrow is my catch-up day for all my games. Tann, should I deal with your one-on-one via PM or posting? I'll just post it if I don't hear from you by tomorrow night.
Posted on 2008-05-31 at 02:46:24.
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Topic: How much are you paying for gas?
Subject: hmm
Well I paid 3.78 the other day.
Posted on 2008-05-28 at 19:09:31.
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Topic: WH 40k Q&A - Innocence Proves Nothing
Subject: jozan
Anyone heard from him? I'm moving on without him tomorrow or thursday (one week since the update)
Posted on 2008-05-27 at 15:38:28.
Edited on 2008-05-27 at 15:38:47 by Admiral
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Topic: Copywrite Police?
Subject: hmm
It says "joining the United States" but we don't have anything like that to my knowledge. My gut instinct is not to trust articles with obvious bias and to actually read the proposed act. They might be making a mountain out of a mole hill.
Posted on 2008-05-27 at 15:33:10.
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Topic: WH 40k Q&A - Innocence Proves Nothing
Subject: book
Well, my friend (and current tabletop dark heresy GM) has the book until Thursday. So it looks like any character work will have to wait until then unless someone else has a copy.
I think we can get off one more round of posts before it's needed though
Posted on 2008-05-25 at 20:45:20.
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Topic: WH 40k Q&A - Innocence Proves Nothing
Subject: loving the posts
just wanna say I'm lovin the posts thus far. I'll cover everything in the next update.
Posted on 2008-05-25 at 00:36:12.
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Topic: WH 40k Q&A - Innocence Proves Nothing
Subject: Whoops
I completely forgot to finish your sheets. I'll get the to you before the action starts.
Grugg, check your PM
Posted on 2008-05-24 at 12:50:37.
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Topic: Marine
Subject: woo
Congrats and Semper fi!
*plays the Marine Hymn*
Posted on 2008-05-23 at 13:52:03.
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Topic: Continuing Where We Last Left Off Q&A
Subject: Iron Man!
Updated
Posted on 2008-05-22 at 14:18:21.
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Topic: Indiana Jones
Subject: meh
My friend who I trust for reviews said it wasn't any good. I also heard the same from the morning show I listen to on the radio.
I have fears it will be too digital, but I'm still going to see it sometime.
Posted on 2008-05-22 at 14:00:39.
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Topic: WH 40k Q&A - Innocence Proves Nothing
Subject: Gruggious & Ayrn
Whenever you get around to posting again let me know and I'll write you in.
Posted on 2008-05-22 at 01:47:48.
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Topic: Continuing Where We Last Left Off Q&A
Subject: you kiddin
Man flying through the air with sword drawn locked in a dogfight while your companion is blasting bugs out of the sky with fireballs was my childhood fantasy lol
Posted on 2008-05-22 at 01:46:01.
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Topic: Under The Sea
Subject: washin well halfling?
Well, it wasn't pretty!
Though Finder had had worse jobs in his life, washing dishes was definately not his top choice. He much preferred cooking - and he was so much better at it too! He couldn't wait until dinner time for everyone to try his and BrewStirr's creation.
One of the men, Jon he called himself, spoke something in a broken halfling. Finder couldn't help but feel a bit of pity. His tongue was just not designed for the superior sounds of Finder's native language. "Nope, I grew up in the city. Everything has already been discovered in the shire. I like adventure. That's why I chose the name I did. Finder Lightmoon! Pleased to meetcha! How about a sea song?"
He was determined to make the best of this situation, until they reached land.
"Any takers? Time goes faster when you're singing!"
Posted on 2008-05-21 at 20:33:11.
Edited on 2008-05-21 at 20:34:31 by Admiral
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Topic: WH 40k Q&A - Innocence Proves Nothing
Subject: well
She hasn't really had a chance to develop it yet. This is her first assignment. But she was trained by Rykehuss, who is in the book, so you can figure she shares a lot of his thoughts.
From what you know, she tends to side with the status quo. She'll likely turn over alien technology to the Mechanicus and wash her hands of it. She did go through sanctioning, so he is fanatical in her loyalty. You could probably figure out that you are more likely to be destroying or quarantining alien technology than using it, and more likely to be executing mutants and witches than purifying and using them. If she were still a psyker, then you might be rounding them up for a Black Ship, but now it's more likely you'll be killing more prisoners than taking them.
Glad to have you along Lys!
Posted on 2008-05-21 at 19:28:28.
Edited on 2008-05-21 at 19:29:33 by Admiral
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Topic: Continuing Where We Last Left Off Q&A
Subject: ha
I wish. Although I'm glad that the robe of useful items is finally coming back into play 
So far all it's produced is a few lanterns used to burn some tree things 
Posted on 2008-05-21 at 19:20:12.
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Topic: RDINN Feature Updates/ Suggestions/ Bugs
Subject: whew
I think all the coming and going threads are moved over. Let me know if I missed any.
Posted on 2008-05-21 at 19:18:30.
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Topic: Continuing Where We Last Left Off
Subject: ho hum
Of course they escaped. Such would be my lot in life. I'll find them eventually. They branded Wind a traitor, and by all chances she's already dead. Perhaps what I couldn't do for her I might be able to do for Arien's sister.
Almost as if someone was confirming his decision to abandon the search, multiple bugs joined the already chaotic situation. Big and dangerous enough for ya, Valentine? His thoughts rushed back what seemed to be ages ago, to the little beggars and the disagree over their treatment, and to his professing of knowledge about the bugs. Fitting that what creatures were to provide his breakout moment with this new group would also be present at what could possibly be the grand finale.
He was running low on mana, having cast several high powered spells. Spellbinder could not have much more, which meant they might just be in trouble. If Arien's sister was as strong as everyone had described her to be, then she might just be the key to winning.
Valentine returned to the scene to find Spellbinder slinging incantations frantically. That fool is going to kill himself! Doesn't he see what happened to Wind?!
“Valentine,” Jal shouted in between bursts of incantations, “the girl! Mind the girl!”
"Jal you idiot! You're going to die!" He shouted back, zooming through the dogfight towards the girl. They both knew she was the prize here. If she goes, neither one of them will have enough magic to dispatch these bugs, and the mundanes on the ground will be picked off one by one. Adrian swished his hair and readied his sword once more. Doing battle under the stars and over the ground was one of his childhood fantasies. Twas a shame he was smarter than to simply engage in melee so high up, and with so many other distractions. No, he had a plan.
The demonic looking clasp on her neck seemed to be holding her back...
There were a few options here for Valentine to consider. He was not quite ready to burn into the Twilight, and thanks to his preparedness, he didn't have to. I've been saving this for a long time... Seems a fitting time to part ways.
But first he had to free the female Arien. It was an Imperial clasp. Valentine had seen it before... being this close jogged his memory. Should be easy enough to dispel.
(OOC: Knock knock!)
Posted on 2008-05-21 at 19:00:14.
Edited on 2008-05-22 at 14:18:00 by Admiral
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Topic: The Ballad of Carrigan Øravík, a companion story.
Subject: hmm
As far as I know, very few retire. The ones that do live their lives out on paradise worlds.
Posted on 2008-05-21 at 18:12:42.
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Topic: Age Of Friggen Conan!
Subject: hmm
I did my time with FFXI and Galaxies. I've sort of sworn off MMOs for being too addicting. Is it really as good as everyone says it is?
Posted on 2008-05-21 at 18:11:50.
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Topic: Innocence Proves Nothing - Warhammer 40,000
Subject: Update the second
Inquisitor Carrigan Øravík looked over the rag-tag group of people before her. Rag-tag wasn’t really a good definition. They were among her best, afterall. Only Jacks and Arcturius were missing. It was not that she didn’t deem them worthy, but she excluded them from her communicae for other reasons. Jacks would be briefed later, she needed his law enforcement experience to keep her order on the ship. Arcturius also had a job to do in maintaining the servitors. The four she summoned had no job on this ship, other than to train and answer her demands, of which this was one.
Though you have all met Carrigan before, and seen her in battle, something about her was still mysterious. Her bright copper hair fell almost a meter long, bouncing around as if in a wind tunnel, although the air in her meeting chambers was still. Her skin was tight and dull blue in color, leaving no question that she was born in the void.
Attractive, if you were into the exotic looks of the warp.
The closer one got to Carrigan, the less interested in the usual pleasantries of life one became – her aura seemed to draw others into quiet contemplation about the nature of life and the Emperor, and the nature of the universe and the warp itself. It was a bit difficult to concentrate around her. If you were a psyker, you could imagine the difficulty in concentration would make it impossible to manifest a power. Blanks were not common knowledge in the Imperium, but working for one means a certain insight into their workings.
Everyone on the ship knew about her dead zone to the warp. What everyone didn’t know was what it actually did, or how it actually affected people. When in the same room with Carrigan, you knew something was odd. His blessed ignorance was the only sane explanation. It is what it is – note it and move on…
“Ghustel, Mkoll, Tazi, Daggerfall… I have called the four of you here to inform you that I have placed extremely high standards on your work. You are to be my top team, designated Piscivorus. The name is High Gothic for a breed of snakes found back on Terra. I expect you to move silently, and strike fiercely. When you can’t move silently, then I expect you to move loudly and leave nobody to testify as to your actions. You shall be my hands when I have other issues to which to attend. When we reach Terra, we will be leaving this ship, finally free of this duty.”
She looked at each of the four sitting at the table one by one, judging their response. Her jet black eyes were devoid of any color. Most humans regardless of origins have some combination of white, black and some random colored iris, which aid tremendously in giving onlookers a hint of where their vision is focused. Not Carrigan Øravík. From eyelid to eyelid was nothing but the blackest of shades. One was incapable of “looking her in the eye” due partly to the fear and strangeness of it all, but mostly due to the simple lack of a discernable pupil into which to look. She continued after sizing up each of her new apprentice’s reactions.
“Once we reach Holy Terra, we will be embarking on the traditional duty of the Ordo Hereticus. It will be my job to police the ranks of the Imperium itself and root out traitors, witches, heretics, mutants, and of course aid in the fight against xenos and daemons. I will be sending you on various assignments which will require a good degree of autonomy. Until then, take the little time left in our journey to Terra to enjoy yourselves. It is unlikely you will ever return to this part of the Universe again… “ She seemed a bit visibly pained in saying those words, having heard them over seven decades ago, but no acolyte would risk the consequences of bringing it up.
“Now, get back to your quarters,” she said as she stood up and stretched, her body glove fitting perfectly tight around her body. She reaches into one of her pieces of wooden furniture, pulling open a drawer. It was rare to see wood furniture on a ship, but Inquisitor’s often have the best of the best. After all, what is to become of the forests on a planet after it is virus bombed by order of Inquisitorial Exterminatus? She removes four small beads, and tosses one to each acolyte. It contains the seal of the Inquisition on one side, and Carrigan’s seal on the other.
“These are your badges. Do not lose them or I cannot be responsible for what might happen to you if you are captured. With this seal comes the full authority of the Inquisition. Abuse my power and I will execute you,” she says sheepishly with a wink. Was that a serious statement? “Now get the frak out of my chambers!”
*fade to black as the acolytes leave*
Ten minutes pass, just enough time to make it back to their personal quarters’, if it is so desired.
Again the loud speaker erupts, and the Inquisitor’s voice echoes throughout the halls: “Everyone! Stay where you are and continue doing whatever you were doing! Nobody is to leave their current locations. Complete lockdown!
Piscivorus get to deck 29, NOW!"
Posted on 2008-05-21 at 16:00:11.
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