On a roll of 02

Every open orifice of the crew will gradually heal over. This means the mouth, eyes, ears, nose, anus, urethra, vagina, and even the sweat pores. The problems caused by this can only be solved by physically cutting the orifice open again, to allow the crew to eat, defecate, urinate and even breath. Any wounds quickly heal over as well, so the crew must cut every hour or so, or they will simply suffocate.

The next level of the problem causes all flesh to heal together. Fingers and toes join together, legs bind to each other, arms bind to the torso, until the body of the crewmember is like a fleshy slug. The problem can only be solved by more self-mutilitation.

Every day this goes on, roll a D6. On the first day, you must roll a one to have the problem disappear, on the second day you must roll under 2, and so on. On any day a roll of 6 will make the problem go to the next level. When the problem finally resolves, the crew still suffer the wounds they had to cause to relieve thier condition.

On a roll of 03

When the crew falls asleep, they will sleepwalk back to thier stations and continue to work. They do this for the full eight hours of sleep, and then return to thier berths before they wake up. They will perform thier duties correctly, though they will be clumsy and methodical, and make mistakes, sometimes dangerous ones, more often than normal. If questioned, they will answer in nonsense and gibberish. If anyone tries to stop them from working, they scream, calling all the other sleepwalkers in earshot to brutally attack the person to tried to stop them.

On a roll of 04

A single daemon, dressed in jodhpurs and a red jacket, riding atop a daemonic steed, appears on the ship. He charges around until he meets a crewmember. Upon meeting one, he asks them to join the hunt. If they say no, he kills them without hesitation in a most gruesome fashion. If they say yes, they join the hunt. They must pose the same question to any crewmember they meet, and kill them if they refuse to join. If they don't kill those who refuse, they are permanently out of the hunt, and must be killed by other huntsmen, or killed by the daemon. When all the crewmembers are dead or part of the hunt, the daemon will collect the skulls of the dead and disappear.

You have 100 of these?

>>5456507

I have four more of my own, but I'll wait to see if people will add content before I post. I don't like to post those by other authors even though I have some saved from the last time this thread came up (about three months ago).

only then did the heavily muscled ganger notice the twelve shadows that had been trailing him.

"watcha want?" he leered, hands fingering towards his stub-automatic.

The twelve men moved silently towards the lone mohawked underhiver.

"hey-" he reached for his side-arm, but twelve hands were quicker. The ganger knew when to fight and when to run, and if neither option was available, when to talk

"whoah... hey now" he stepped back slowly, but the twelve quickened their pace.

"hey chum... I-"

"heretic" spoke one of the twelve.

"what?" They had now cornered him in an alley, and begin to surround the ganger. He was itchin' to waste one of them but knew that even if he did, the other 11 would still be standing.

one of the twelve grabbed him roughly by the collar. "Heretic"

The ganger saw the Inquisitorial seal hanging from the man's neck. He was in deep shit now. Just stay calm and do what they tell you, he thought.

The twelve began chanting in unison
"...heretic"

what the frag was going on?

"Hey man I-"
"SHUT UP, YOU HERETIC" the butt of a boltgun slammed into the underhiver's jaw, sending him sprawling towards the ground. He reached for his stub-automatic but an iron shod boot stomped his hand.
The twelve then descended upon him like waste-vultures, tearing at his body, ripping off his clothing

"HERETIC"
"wha-" every time he tried to speak a fist greeted his mouth. A balled up rag was stuffed in his mouth as, watching with horror, he saw the men began to unbuckle their pants.

"Heretic!!!" one screamed as he began to violently jerk his exposed member. He was soon joined by the rest of the dozen, one hand on their member, another pinning down the helpless ganger's naked, muscular body.
He could feel a probing through his mohawk, to his horror one of the men had stuck his penis in there. He saw the Inquisitorial "I" tattood down it's sizeable length.

"HERETIC"

"HERETIC"

"WE MUST PURIFY HIS TAINT"

Everyone on the ship no longer gets any nourishment from the rations. They can eat and eat but they simply starve. Until something happens and one realises that he can feed on human flesh and be saved from starvation.

All hell breaks loose.

Roll of 06
Everyone skin turns green and toughness increases by 10, but their fel and int drop by 10. Money loses its value, and "teef" become the only way to pay the crew. Fights break out because each of the crew member claims he or she is the "biggest." The crew can also fix any problem on the ship with just tape and wood.

Roll of 07
Every gains a pair of cherubs on their shoulders. One encourages bad things like stealing, the other encourages good things like sharing. The crew must make a WILL test to act on their own, otherwise if they fail they listen to the little blue guys. If they fail on an even number they do good, and on odds do bad.

Everyone's gender inexplicably switches for 1d100 hours. During this time former-males behave uncharacteristically submissive and former-females behave uncharacteristically dominant.
the mental effects linger 1d10 days after the physical effects disapear.

Sensors suddenly light up in parts of the ship long since forgotten. A random part of the ship long since abandoned is suddenly operational, clean and has that new-spaceship smell. The dislocated inhabitants of that area however are none to pleased...

The ghostly image of several greater demons runs screaming down the hall. Moments later, the visage of Leman Russ chases after them, laughing and swinging his weapon.

Sound refuses to travel until the ship drops out of the warp.

All the crewman except grow a third eye in the middle of their forehead. Its entirely useless save for the fact that while it is open the person cannot see any mutants, including the navigator.

A massive, grizzled old man in ornate power armour appears on the bridge, looking VERY confused. He holds a massive power sword in one hand, and is holding the heads of several eldar in the other. He looks at the crew and opens his mouth to say something, but dissapears before he is able.

>>5457114
Is he also revving up his bike?

Every crewmember starts to hallucinate that everyone they see is a succubus. And they somehow remember that the only way to banish one is to rape them.

Dicks. Everywhere.

>>5457134
The Stranger did not have a bike that you could see

Despite the fact that the gravity plating is working fine, the gravity on the ship is non existent in some places or stronge enough to breack bone in others or anything in between. These pockets of different gravity are also moving through the ship in seemingly random directions at seemingly random times. Also, this only seems to affect organic matter; the ship's hull and other systems work normally, as well as every one's equipment.

Every female crewmember becomes pregnant at the same time, despite any contraceptive measures up to a total hysterectomy. The child is totally normal, no accelerated development or signs of mutation, though it is of uncertain parentage.

The horror is in the reactions to this. Do the female crewmembers want these kids or not? Are they considered heretical and attacked? Do they defend themselves, and do some of the crew help? Maybe someone decides that they are carrying children of the Emperor? And so on...

Every crewmember has thier mind randomly swapped with another crewmember. They keep thier skills, but have the stats of the new body.

Lots of sex and gender bending in this thread.

rolled 5 = 5

Fuck this shit, going for it.

BEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEES

>>5457283
Welcome to /tg/

>>5457301
/tg/

It's like /d/ but you get to roll dice

A disaster strikes the ship. Explosions, noxious gasses are released, whatever it is leaves behind a lot of corpses. Within a few hours, the dead crewmen are reincarnated in thier bunks, but the corpses are still there. From now on, any of the crew who die come back, and the ship is filling up with corpses.

The PC's notice a cewmember they haven't seen before in their section, psyniscience tests can be made by everyone (half for those that don't have it) that will have succeeding players think something is odd about the person.

He stays with the ship, and disappears next time the ship docks/goes to port.

If perfect psynisience rolls are made the crew member will be revealed to be inhuman. If his/her mind is read without his knowing, he/she is revealed as inhuman and the mind-reader takes 1d10 insanity points and 1d5 corruption.

If confronted he will run away/escape, and literally vanish the second he is out of sight, this includes if he is captured.

If confronted in real space he will try to escape by mundane means and mundane violence.

Alternatively, characters with currently banished daemonic nemeses might have this be one of them.

All characters now have a psy rating of 1 and all psykers gain another level for as long as they're still in the warp. Weaken veil is constantly in affect. Every one will cast a random minor power every 1d10 hours, or discipling power if the character knows it.

Everyone ages backwards for the duration of the ships time in the warp. This will mostly go unnoticed unless its a looooong trip.

Everyone suddenly gets one gallon of delicious nacho cheese.

on a roll of 69 sexual organs begin to grow all over the body.

The machine-spirits become active-and talkative. Anyone wishing to activate a device of any kind must beg, threaten or negotiate with the resident spirit.

everyone's thoughts are vocalized, spoken softly in the thinker's own voice for everyone to hear.

the dead don't die. those killed rise to walk again. Their personalities and memories are perfectly intact, but they may not be keen on leaving the warp and dying permanently...

Suddenly, from every speaker on the ship:
KILLFRENZYKILLFRENZYKILLFRENZYKILLFRENZY

>>5458138
OH SH-

After extensive reading and research of Dark Heresy as well as three separate sample games with various level of GM skill, I have decided to rate this game...

2/5

>>5458181
You are hereby declared Trollus Minisculus. Begone from this place.

>>5458181
Your homeworld now marked for routine sterilization and colonization.

>>5458196
>>5458236
I gave it a fair trial.

>>5458249
And we just gave you one. Prepare to burn.

>>5458249
A plea of innocence is guilty of wasting my time! Guilty.

>>5458249
>>5458181
What makes you so "official"

Infighting runs rampant as everyone aboard the ship suddenly starts to suspect that everyone else on board is a heretic and only they are capable of administering justice.

>>5458284
well judging by >>5458236 he is now officially screwed

>>5458257
>>5458279
What is this, a role play thread? At least role play something good, like AD&D version 3.0

>>5458284
The mods of course!

'Tis a bad engine really, but the awesome setting makes up for it by far.

Everyone's clothes suddenly start to itch. Removing the garments ends the itching immediatly, but no clothes may be worn without causing the covered area to itch incessently for the duration of the ships time in the warp.

>>5458349

has anyone tried using a different system then?

What about BESM? That might work better.

>>5458336
>What is this, a role play thread? At least role play something good, like AD&D version 3.0

Waaaaay too obvious.

>>5458336
Troll rating: 3/10; would argue again at first but catch myself before I rage.

>>5458296
i lol'd.

??) The ship crashes into a space hulk in warp space.
??) Arrives at destination before they left.
??) Arrives at wrong destination. Could be the next star over, could be other side of the galaxy.
??) Geller field fails completely due to apparent sabatoge. Generator repairs cannot be completed any faster then 72 hours. Ship and warp acts like field is still there, and nothing bad happens to ship or crew. In fact the navigator reports that the course is now suddenly clearer and you will reach your destination in two days. Is this a act of the Emperors blessing, or some other, darker, power?

Random crewmembers are having their possessions going missing and finding them in the lockers/pockets/rooms/whatever of other crewmembers.

Crew member's food goes bad on their plates and everything they try to drink turns to bile as soon as it enters their mouths. If you drink / eat anything in 1d10 hours gain 1 corruption point.

>>5458349
The shit quality control and massive amount of errata is killing it for me. I agree it could use some fixing, been working on my own rules.

daemons appear throughout the ship.

They behave like ordinary crewmembers and passengers.

Everyone suddenly finds that all the boots onboard are left footed. Whats worse, everyone seems to have 2 right feet! Agility penelties ensue.

>>5458349
Really? I've always liked the system.

D100 isn't perfect, but I've felt it's far from terrible.

>>5456402
Teeth don't grow like that bro.

>>5458508
I lol'd

>>5458524
IN THE GRIMDARK FUTURE THEY DO!!!

Strange piping music echoes from everywhere in the ship. No one can identify the source. No penalties, but its right creepy and keeps everyone on edge.

>>5458561
Gain 1 insanity point every hour for 1d10 hours?

a pod of what looks like whales swim past in the warp, and without the geller field up, the crew can hear the telepathic songs they sing. It's a shock to most, but actually quite nice to listen to.

>>5458561
If the players have read some Lovecraft, tell them that the one identifiable sound out of it is, roughly, "tekeli-li".

Everyone suddenly switches basic body shape with someone else on board. A fat, short male seargent may suddenly find himself with the same basic outline of a tall, lithe crewswoman and viceversa.

All of the doors suddenly lead to places where they didnt used to. This means a lot of travel through the underused parts of the ship as new routes need to be plotted out.

Everyone on board the ship sees how their lives would have gone in a better world. A world where the Emperor still lives, or Slaanesh never happened, or the world of Brighthammer 40K, or whatever have you. And they know that this world is real, and that they will never, ever be able to live in one like it.

Then move on to showing each of them how their lives would have been had they made some specific choice that would have improved things. Force each of them to see every last failed opportunity they've ever had, even the ones they didn't realize were failures. And to know that it's far too late to ever fix things.

Incidentally, if you actually have some sort of Chaos incursion on board, they get affected as well. They don't take knowledge of their failures in life very well.

Suddenly rats! Thousands of them!

Everyone on board loses all their corruption points and mutations. Even any invaders. Even the Navigator.

>>5458806

NO! FEED JULIA TO THE RATS! TAKE JULIA, NOT ME!

Everyone suddenly becomes incapable of understanding anyone elses speech. It all sounds like incoherent babbling.

Everyone suddenly forgets how to walk.

Everyone suddenly forgets how to read.

The opperation of some mundane, common object suddenly becomes a mystery for everyone on board and defies understanding. for example, if its a lasgun, no one can figure out how to maintain and fire it, nor can they figure it out. If its a lightbulb no one can figure out how it works or how to turn it on or off.

Brain damage suddenly begins to heal at a remarkable rate, causing servitors and cogboys to malfunction as their organic brain bits start growing into and rejecting the mechanical implants.

>>5459105
That sounds outrageously dangerous!

A prestine colony ship from the golden age of technology pulls up along side the ship. No matter how hard anyone tries though, no technology or survivors gained from the ship, not even notes taken or memorized by a techpriest, survive the trip back into real space.

>>5459105
"Wait... I'm no longer aflicted by the taint of chaos! Oh praise the emperor a second chance! The mistakes I've made... no longer! I will give my life to the imperium! Chaos marine I am no longer! Look out Imperium! Here I -" CRASH

Everyone loses one random sense for 1d10 days. The moment they regain that sense, they lose another one. This repeats 1d10 times.

Everyone aboard's blood flows quicker, veins bulge with excess blood and their skulls starts to itch as a voice echoes through their heads screaming blood for the blood god... skulls for the skull throne... roll 1d100 on a roll of 01-10 all their veins explode sending a shower of blood everywhere on a roll of 91-100 their skulls tear out of their bodies and fly around the room laughing.

The ship you're on collides with another ship. Roll to determine the type of ship. Races which do not travel via the Warp are exempt. The two ships are not significantly damaged, but they have flowed together during the collision and are now inseparable.

You encounter a Chaos Space Marine Battle Barge in the Warp.

All organic matter turns into SNAKES!

Everones interest level shifts over one 4chan image board, alphabetically. So if someones primary interest was in weapons before (/k/), they are now obsessed with big robots (/m/).

Hopefully there arent any anime lovers or cuteloving people in the 41st millenium.

Everyone forgets everyone's name. Including their own. All records and personal effects which would contain this information seems to be missing the names until the ship drops out of warp.

Any attempt to speak results in assorted detritus - shreds of paper, loose screws, small insects, animal bones, shell casings - to flow from the speaker's mouth like a waterfall. Only sentences phrased as a prayer to the Emperor are exmept.

MINDFUCK GO

The air suddenly smells... different...
Everyone percieves the smell as something else. Some pleasent, some repugnant. No matter what they smell though, its pervasive and unescapable.

rolled 41 = 41

I FAIL

Everyone's eyes instantly rot out of their heads, leaving the raw sockets or are replaced by pure black liquid orbs.

No other effects, vision remains intact.

everyone gains synaesthetic ESP.

>>5459449
Which is 41? We kinda stopped numbering them.

Everyone suddenly believes that standard protocol is that clothing is optional.

Everyone suddenly believes that standard protocol calls for formal dress for all ocassions

Everyone suddenly grows a massive, unhidable errection. Especially the women.

>>5459455
this (>>5459105) is #41

>>5459496
Oh. Looks like he's fucked then.

Suddenly, Kokomo plays all over the ship for 2d10 hours.

rolled 15 = 15

>>5459506
Ah Fucker, I don't even remember what happens if the Navigator loses his mutations D<

people begin physically mutating based on their personality traits.

nWoD changeling in space.

>>5459506 I refer you to >>5459210

>>5459522
He's no longer a psyker so the ship goes off course and... BOOM! plus no more astropaths, so no communication

>>5459527
He becomes incapable of perceiving the Astronomicon. They are adrift in the Warp.

How many do we have?

rolled 16 = 16

>>5459535
So everything gets sucked into its own asshole?

>>5459551
pretty much.

>>5459547
58 so far

>>5459569
Lets keep it up guys.
Combustion ceases all over the ship. Nothing will ignite or explode. The ship otherwise functions normally.

Crewmwmbers skin tone shifts around, changing tone every now and again.

Everything becomes more saturated in color, shadows are pitchdark and impossible to see through an lights are a burning white when looked directly at.

Nobody blinks.

When left alone for more than a minute or two, a person finds themselves surrounded by realistic apparitions of everyone they have ever killed. These take no hostile action, merely watch the individual in silence.

Ship emerges from the Warp at the exact spot where it left.

Ship's onboard gravity reverses direction every 30 seconds.

All dead organic material on board ship comes back to life. Cloth puts down roots and leaves, fur or leather begins to crawl about, etc.

Everyone experiences immense gastrodigestional stress and the ship's waste disposal system cant keep up.

The DM pulls out a copy of FATAL and tells the party that it turns out they're heading to a Feral World.

Everyone (or a large number of people) on board falls desperately in love with someone else on board. They are too afraid to confess their feelings, but also suffer from paranoid jealousy and construe practically any interaction between the object of their affection as evidence of an affair and either become depressed or enraged.

Also, none of these feelings are mutual. Nobody's love reciprocates.

rolled 50 = 50

The pressure fluctuates greatly inside the ship at random spots, hilariously splattering people as they go into vacuums hidden along the ship.

The ship suffers catastrophic systems failure and is on the verge of destruction when a Craftworld translates out of the Webway, drags the ship to Realspace, and returns to the Webway without communication.
Just give them something to wonder about.

>>5459718
*between the object of their affection and someone else

Each person suddenly becomes the physical ideal of someone else on board.
Again, there is no reciprication.

A demon appears on board the ship and "RETURN THE SLAAAAAAAAAAAAAB OR SUFFER MY CONSEQUENCES" is heard over the speaker system of the entire ship. Until the PCs can find the slab and return it to the demon the ship is cursed.

Everyone slowly turns inside out.

There are no drawbacks

Everyone on board suddenly feels certain that their wife/girlfriend/significant other/whomever they hold most dear in this grimdark universe is having an affair, and realize that they are trapped in the warp, unable to stop it.

Each person finds themselves speaking in such away that not only are they rhyming, but every sentence begins with the letters progressing in alphabetical order.

Gee, sure is Slaanesh in here tonight.

Everybody turns short and orange.

Everyone rerolls hair and eye colors.

Everyone rerolls height and weight

Breast Size increases by 3 cups.

No exceptions. even the males.

Select a random crewmate. Everyone on board suddenly looks and sounds just like them.

Everyone on board is afflicted with a curse that remains active as long as they are on that vessel - Every time they say something, or someone / something else says something to them, it will be interpreted as the exact opposite of what is actually being stated.

>>5459862
gotta represent the various aspects of chaos, after all

Everybody develops genital warts.

>>5459924

Ensign Gary.

All males grow a single perfect left breast. All females grow a row of 6 additional breasts.

Get some more Tzeentch in here!

Everyone's hair turns neon and grows 1' every 1d6 hours for 1d20 hours.

rolled 1 = 1

>>5460044
Everybody has to go to the bathroom at exactly the same time.

The changer of ways has his way with this ship.
Everyone rerolls their attributes.

All crewmen will enter an irreversible berserker rage if they get even a single drop of blood on their skin. If they have killed everything nearby, they will actively search for more victims. They will not use any weapons at all.

All weapons on board the ship are posessed and will fire at random 1 to 15 second intervals until running out of ammo. This includes mounted weapons on the ship and any onboard vehicles.

>>5460100

At the same time, all women on board start menstruating simultaneously.

Everyone develops an inexplicable connection with the Omnissiah. Everyone understands everything about all the technology around them for 1d100 seconds then immediatly forgets it.

Everyone has an intense connection with their clothes, who they now realize have intense, deep feelings. They all strip and go into in depth conversations, forgetting about whatever they were doing for 1d20 hours.

All burnable material(hair, cloths, paper, etc.) ignites.for 2d6 seconds. Afterwards, all fire on the ship inexplicatly vanishes.

Fire can be extinguished but will reignigite on a even roll of any even sided die.

Everyone develops an odd facination with how things taste. How does that pipe taste? How does that rat taste? How does that electrical socket taste?

Everyone's teeth turn snaggly and everyone begins speaking with a voice that can only be described as extra-heretical and extra-annoying.

>>5460408
>Everyone's teeth turn snaggly and everyone begins speaking with Gilbert Gottfried's voice.

Each person begins to speak a different language, and no two people speak the same one.

>>5460424
More like cultist-chan, amirite?

Everyone becomes ravenously thirsty, to the point of madness and will drink anything liquid they come across.

>>5460461
this sounds like some kind of terrible hentai plot.

>>5460467
Think about the people who refuel the vehicles. Also, once the readily availiable liquids run out, it wont take long to figure out that Brother Joebob has delicious liquid blood running through him.

Or yeah, it could just devolve into /d/'s watersports paradise and house of pies

Everyone on board is paired up at random and placed into the same body. The extra bodies disappear.

the staple food substance of the ship suddenly develops halucenagenic properties.

Everyone finds themselves unable to communicate anyway but through song

Everyone develops a preference for bright, garish, clashing colors.

All friction dissappears

>>5460586
Then FUTUREMAN appears to compliment their fashion sense and turn the entire ship into an enormous spacegoing rave.

The ship becomes organic. Every single metal object becomes fleshy, of varying color. Voxs speak with crude mouths, control panels are layers of eyes that one has to stab with their finger to input commands. Cargo containers all becomes bone or chitin, door ways become soft muscle rings, passages look like intestines.

The function of the item is not changed at all, and the use is pretty much the exact same, but is still creepy, because using a data-slate can end up with the slate leaping out of your hands and crawling down the corridor, because it got tired of you poking it repeatedly.

Objects not made of metal are not effected.

Strange weather patterns begin forming inside the ship.

All traditional forms of entertainment aboard the ship stop being entertaining. New methods must be discovered.

How many are we up to now?

Everyone's sexual orientation is inversed
Everyone suddenly belives crossdressing is standard operating proceedure.
Everyone (even the males) has the urge to get pregnant as soon as possible.

Everyone gets the uncontrollable urge to hoard any and all small objects. People begin stealing from each other to increase their own hoard.

>>5460665

Somebody's been playing Saya no Uta, hasn't he?

Whenever anyone blinks they fall in love with the first thing they see.

>>5460934
"Oh "Cleaning and Maintaining your Juicer" book, you're everything I've needed in my life"

People are convinced statues have started moving when, and only when, no one is watching.

Everyone grows beards and starts trying to mine for admantium. There is widespread panic at the mention of elephants.

Two cats appear on board. A short time later...

>>5461077
The lag makes the ship slow down so much it starts going in reverse. It gets back to the planet it left from before it left.

The ship drops out of warp outside holy terra during the horus herresy, before they can do anything, the ship is swalled once more by the warp.

>>5461024
>starts trying to mine

Reminds me of a past thread discussing the primitives that sometimes live in the bowels of larger imperial ships. They have a industrial revolution, and begin mining the ship for metal. Just dont mine too far in the wrong direction...

*Dink* *Dink* *Dink* *Dink* *Di-HULL BREACH*

We're up to 110. Good job guys. Mission Accomplished. Someone make sure to archive this.

>>5461077

Massive acrophobia, forcing everyone to drop prone and only be able to crawl

--The ship enter in a collision with a Chaos God...

--The ship enter in a collision with the Eldar's web.

--The ship enter in a collision with a Tyrannid Extra large ship. (captain Némo, there are tentacles there...)

--The ship enter in a collision with a SpaceHulk.

And so on.

An Eldar Warp Spider, A terminator or even Warp Crazed Snotlings from a Shocc Attack Gun...
Or even any Teleporter using scum appears in the ship...

Seems that the Teleporter Beam collided with the Ship's trajectory.

The Terminator would be not such a problem...As He's an Imperial devoted Servant...But, well, as he was to teleport right on a battle field to purge some Xénos/Traitors...He may fire at will first, before seing were he is.
Oh, he may also ask you to leave Warp and re-direct your course to bring him back to this war.

(count lkike an Extra sub Campaign.)


The Warp crazed Snotlings may be more sort of a "rat-catcher" sub game...

But the Eldar Warp Spider may be typically pain in ass.

Depend of your party.

Inquisitor : ouch, let's purge this Xeno...
Rogue Trader...this could be a good introduction to a Xeno ally in the party.

BTW, Eldars dislike being in such an unstable shit as a Human Warp travling vessel...
As those are psykers hunted by Slaanesh.
As a result, the Warp spider may want you to leave the warp.
But...Warp spider do have special training and may be the kind of Eldars to deal with such warp travels, so that's not that problematic, yet being in an hostile MonKheig ship full of purging-kill-cleanse tolerant guys help a lot.


Such an Exarch/autarch may even be a shit dreadlier than the Alien from the movie.
Powered armoured High level fighter with Powerblades, Deadspinneret and so on...

What appears to be a space hulk is revealed to be a long-lost ship of the Iron Men, who will actively repel organic borders and are unconcerned about opening the ship to Warpspace in the process.
Daemons may or may not be present and ignoring the robots for their lack of tasty souls the same way the robots ignore the daemons.

>>5461376An Eldar Warp Spider, A terminator or even Warp Crazed Snotlings from a Shocc Attack Gun...


warp crazed Warp Spider shot out of a Shokk Attack gun

The Doctor's (Doctor who ?) Tardis appears somewhere...
Rose is such a bitchy beauty...
The Battle Sisters in the ship turn even more lesbian for her.

A Hive Tyrant appears.

>>5461420
They don't teleport...

>>5461227

>>5461376
Seriously this can be great shit.

I mean, you expect Daemons or mutations, even warp inducted phantasmagoria...
But not this.

Brother Lucius form the Salamanders ?
a band of warp crazed Possessed Snotlings ?

Or an Eldar war half god as deadly as clever...This one can go into such a killing spree...

Exarch or even Autarch must be quite awesome in Dark Heresy, even more if from Warp Spider aspect...

>>5461470
Warp spiders are so badass! They wear generators meant to send them to HELL and rip them back out only to do it again to get out of trouble.

What's this shit ? A Xeno scum, kill it, kill it...oh sh

>>5461184
I don't think so...
All those shit about breasts, dickgirls and sexe swap do not count.
Just put the D1000 mutation table from old Realms of Chaos, and Slaanesh Reward table too and you put a lot of those shitty events to rubish.

The thing is to put an event that bring a good Roleplay experience, or a random encounter/subplot like stuff...

>>5461482They wear generators meant to send them to HELL and rip them back out only to do it again to get out of trouble.

I like that the Eldar use a more dangerous jumppack equivalent than orks.

warp spiders carry around a giant gun who's sole purpose is to kill you in the meanest way possible.

>>5460152
Blood for the Blood God !

Lots of old drawfag's meme here.

>>5461604

If you count the Mek's warpgun, then Eldar use Ork weaponry to move around.

>>5461604
Well not really, they're trained in their use and experts in their fields so There's not much danger. Orks just sort of weld shit together, toss out a WAAAGH! and are on with their day of killin shit and bonkin' da boyz.

>>5461629
Harlequins have the lead for meanest killings in war. Dark elfdar have it beat with the Haemonculi outside of war with their torture chambers and somesuch.

Eldar are fuckin orky

>>5461642If you count the Mek's warpgun, then Eldar use Ork weaponry to move around.


Orks: "itsa danjerous wepon, only snotlings are dumb enuff to go in da tunnel"
Eldar: "it saves time and gas"

>>5461604
Fluff wise, the Warp spider pack is safier than Ork's Jet-propulsor-in-the-ass.


Untrained Eldars would be swalloved directly by Slaanesh...

But Warp Spiders do use special Psyk trainning.
They may put their soul inside a special Spirit-stone device, blank their mind and so on...

>>5461666
HAHAHAHAHA

>>5461658
DeathSpinner and Arlequin's Kisser almost use the same Technology...

>>5461666
3rd edition codex :
Pulse Lazer : 1d3 shoots.
Scatter laser : 1d6 shoots.

Typically Orkish rule.

And the long ears too.

>>5461676
That's what I was saying, if an untrained eldar tried on the jump pack then they would be subjected to horrors beyond compare. They would become soulless hulls of their former selves. Liek the old saying, do not ask an eldar a question, for he will give you three horrifying answers, all of them are true.

Dark Heresy.

2/5

>>5461689
Death jesters viral toxins. worst way to die, a neurotoxin on razorblades that dig into you then cause you to rupture and explode.

>>5461687

hey, eldar are the only guys in the galaxy with guns that shoot little blades.

Thats shooty AND choppy right there.

Do "teleporter field" still exist in Dark Heresy setting ?

what was the name...displacer field ?

you know, a protective field that teleport you one step aside to dodge shoots...

Also, a teleporting party may get such an incident and get teleported in a Warp traveling vessel too...

Shit is so cash.

>>5459307
Why did I think of Vikings?

>>5461742

Yeah displacer field.

Like that malleus inquisitor from one of the the Kain novels
Damn that was a good book

>>5459307
Race who only use short timed warp jumps are allowed, it's even the most plausible choice...
Shit like Tau or Squats...er...Demiurgs....

Surprised this thread is still alive.

>>5464423
You bastard...

Anyone an inquisitor investigates will begin to be corrupted by the warp. This counts even if they are most loyal citizen on the whole ship. Everybody the inquisitor suspects for even a second will start to have warp-induced nightmares.

The only way to end the infestation is to kill all inquisitors, though they might disagree.

A massive albino tyranid hiveship collides with the vessel. Tyranid organisms invade the vessel, killing thousands of crewmembers and near fatally injuring the captain. He recovers, and vows revenge on the beast, ignoring all orders to desist and going rogue.

Everyone with now ability as a psyker enters a comma. Psykers find that they are unable to move; and thus have to stay alive, communicate, and maintain the ship via their powers...

*no

A teleporting unit suddenly appears on the bridge. (e.g. terminators, warp spiders, grey knights, etc.) They are completely surpised at their arrival.

>>5461676
Warp spiders are considered nutz by eldar standards. Makes me wonder why there isn't a warp spider exarch.