The Inquisitor's Chimera is waiting, ready to roll, having no traps or unfortunate endings to belie its relative safety. You all climb aboard, Toch Prost taking seat at the controls and bringing the Chimera to life. You hear him mumbling litanies of preservation to the Machine Spirit as the lumbering tank lurches forward. You're thrown to and fro as Toch drives erratically to dodge mortar shells and krak missiles in an attempt to return to the friendly front.

"Ted," Vedra says, turning to you. "Were you able to get anything from the Governor?"

"N-No, Inq-q-quisitor." You reply, hanging your head as if you had shamed yourself for being useless.

"Frak. Then we've nothing to go on." She grumbles, resting her hand on her bicep as she moves her other hand to rub the bridge of her nose.


"I've something." A voice you have not heard before fills the Chimera as it grinds to a halt, possibly marking your side of the firing lines.

Vedra, Toch and yourself all turn to the Storm Trooper. "The Governor was speaking to a Chaos Sorceror. I could not discern where the heretic was, but it was not on this world." He says, bowing his head lightly.

"...Very well, Crisis." Vedra says, pulling a small whistle from behind her glove. She places her fingers awkwardly amongst the holes, and gives a light blow, a rather sour note filling the Chimera.

The Storm Trooper convulses several times, and then collapses into his harness.

The ramp falls, as a small command squad stands ready, as if waiting for orders. A valkyrie is waiting nearby.

"Theodore, it has been an honor to serve with a Psyker so devoted and strong in his faith, and frame of mind. May the Emperor continue to smile on you." Vedra says as she stands and strides to the squad, exchanging a few words before boarding the valkyrie. Toch quickly works the Storm Trooper out of his harness and carries him over to the valkyrie. You exit the Chimera and report to Lt. Mallear, along with Commissar Krent and his retinue. You're ushered into another Chimera and returned to the base for debriefing.

After a lengthy conversation about what events unfolded, and much of Lt. Mallear swatting down Krent's pistol hand, you're dismissed to the forward base's barracks.

>Your Chrono reads 7:57 PM. Mess is open, as is the Shrine and garage.

>Input Command...

Bump up. I know you guys wanted to continue, and I apologize for not continuing for almost 2 weeks.

>>14280579
Yeah, well, that's probably why people don't want to post, because they think you'll just disappear again.

>>14280612
Well, it isn't as bad as it was last time, where I vanished for a whole fucking year.

Seriously, sorry guys. Some stuff came up and I wasn't able to set aside adequate time to post for several days.

No need to act all entitled, shitstains. You don't even have to apologize, Negi. What you're doing is nothing short of a service and privilege for /tg/ goers to participate in.

I say we go to the mess and get some fuckin CHOW

lets go hangout at the chapel and pray a bit, also we got some sort of ward that shut of the daemon from the warp when we were first partialy possesed, do we still have it and is it still in good condition?

Remind me Negi, when we used a fate point to escape the Warp (due to that horrible roll last game), what are the lingering consequences of that? Do we know or nay?

Go weld together some metal to make a sword.

With your mind.

Sweet, sup, y'all.
Negi, I don't especially care, I run into quests I like on a whim, I don't look for them.
Alright, let's hit the shrine, do a little prayan.

>>14280873
>Daemon is out.
>>14280927
>No known consequences.
>>14280955
>Our fists are better.

>>14280810
You head over to the mess and scrounge up a meal, the meager remnants of the day's rations. Though bland and chewy, it's enough to fill your starving belly. You wash it down with a cup of decaf-recaff. It tastes like hot mud.

>Input command...

>derp, forgot to pray.

You also return to the shrine, bowing your head as you return to muttering your litanies of purity and sanctuary, praying to the golden effigy of the God-Emperor. From the back, you notice a cloaked figure sitting in the front row.

>Reminder: The last time we neared a cloaked figure in the chapel, it was an Eversor.

>Input Command...

>Psyker Quest
I came.

>>14281024
It's like a walking plot hook. Let's keep an eye on it, see if it's waiting for us, or someone else.

>>14281024
>EVERSOR, FUCK YEA
>COMIN' AGAIN TO SAVE THE MUTHAFUCKIN DAY YEA
Talk to the cloaked figure.
Say HELLO.

>Approach figure.

You near the cloaked figure. As you draw near the figure, you fear that an Eversor may be waiting to rape your mind once again, but instead sense nothing wrong. You gently prod the figure on the shoulder. The figure pulls back his hood, revealing himself to be the priest who had assisted you previously in your rite of purification.

"Ah yes, the psyker. Theodore, was it? How can I help you?"

>Input request, or simply pray.

>Sorry, about the duration. I just got a little freaked out by someone knocking on my window. Fucking drunk stepdad fucking with me again.

>>14281024
do we still have that ward or whatever it is that shut the demon off from the warp?
it seems like it could be very useful if it isnt just a oneshot thing.

>>14281233
>nice to see your life is full of fun
Uh, ask how he has been.
Also, WHAT COLOR IS HIS CLOAK/ROBES?
I have some serious paranoia hitting.

>>14281233
thank him, very sincerly. His help almost certaintly saved our life.(or at least our sanity)

>Robes are flat grey/brown.

"M-My thanks yet again for f-f-freeing me of the daemon..."

The priest stands and turns to you. "What daemon."

>You have entered a critical threshold of danger. Your precognitive abilities tell you that you will need to choose your words VERY carefully in order to survive.

>Input response...

>>14281489

The metaphorical daemon of self-doubt and uncertainty?


...did any of us actally *say* daemon there?

>>14281514
This.

>>14281514
The daemon of doubt that brings the heart closer to heresy, of course. His calm words helped to reassure a quavering heart, reminded us of the purity of our mission.

>waitingforop.jpg

"The daemon of d-doubt and unc-c-certainty, preacher... Your words and assistance... b-bolstered my s-spirits and my faith, to carry His light w-w-with meeee."

The preacher rests a hand on your shoulder, sighing.

"Psyker, you must refrain from that word... For within this Shrine, I am bound by honor and faith to slay any who dares to speak such blasphemous utterances. I must fetch the lectern to purify the room once again."

He turns to the small nook in the corner of the shrine, returning with a sanctified lectern, burning incense and filling the room with the bittersweet smell of purification. He begins mulling about the shrine, praying and chanting as he cleanses the taint of heretical words.

You bow your head and pray for forgiveness, attempting to cleanse yourself of any ill feelings or mannerisms of the former taint.

>Input command...

>>14281769
Make the abridged version of whatever prayer you normally make and skidaddle.

>>14281024
Culexus actually, we lost consciousness out of agony when it got near us.

Bump, I like this quest, I was just too busy with Drunk Mage Quest. You there OP?