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>>29435742
Commissar Paste: http://pastebin.com/mpMMvnqk

My twitter: https://twitter.com/CommissarQuest

Roll rules:

Lowest of first three rolls for things the character is skilled at doing.
Median of first three rolls for things the character is "capable" at.
Highest of first three rolls for things the character is utterly shit at.

You have to "beat" your stats (which for now are hidden by popular demand, this may change) so low rolls are good.

Cont post explained:If there is a post marked at the end with "cont" its becouse your QM is lazy, and can't type fast - or becouse he wants to give you the option to jump into the current events, or offer opinions, if none are offered he'll continue as normal

Disclamer in regards to Re:Spelling:I suck at spelling big time, like big time.

I got a twitter: https://twitter.com/CommissarQuest

>>29435742
IT'S COMMISSAR TIME!

Good to have you back! Hope you had a wonderful christmas.

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>>29435783
Dark. It was dark. You had awoken moments ago, finding yourself starring into the ominous sky, far above the clouds had not given up their claim to the heavens, rain still pouring down on your face. The sun appears to have not yet graced besvir with its light, or perhaps it did and you slept through it? That though made you feel no better. You wanted to move, get up and away from the ground, do something about your hurting arm, and ribs. The only problem was your legs. You could feel them, crushed underneath the massive gray form that rested across them. You could wiggle your toes, but you where stuck. You dared another glance at the gray mass, feeling your fingers tighten around the boltpistol in your hand instinctively. It was massive, several times larger then a man. A distorted parody of life. You could see a head, or what remained of it. A tiny thing sitting on top of the creatures mangled form, you could not place it well - what little the bolt had let remain was ruined beyond recognizing. Its body reminded you of a long lean wolf, but bigger - and naked, no fur adorned its form. Only, its front "legs" (one which rested over your lower body) seemed almost human. You could only guess it ran on all fours, raising on hind legs to strike - like what happened to you.

Its flesh was dull gray and seeped with a green ichor from the wounds you punched into its leathery hide, its innards partially blasted out of its form, spilling out into the grass and roots around you, like some parody of a holiday decoration. A sickening hiss from somewhere inside of the ruined flesh force you to look away again. You saw them before, large white maggots crawling inside of their dead host.

You need to get out of here.

>What do we do?

>A:Try and get loose with brute strength?(Roll)
>B:Call for help, hope someone finds you.
>C:Try and blast its arm off using a bolt(Roll)
>D:Wait silently.

>E: Other

Rolled 13

>>29435842
Brute strength!

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>>29435842
Special note: In regards to the talent tree. I've been over the thing during Christmas and scrapped, remade and scrapped a lot -
in the end I felt I needed to overhaul the combat system. So I'll be asking you all a few questions at the end of the quest!

Also: To that one anon I meet at new years, I probably gave you the wrong number. Sorry 'bout that. Give me a nudge if you want to meet up again.

>>29435835
Quite alright, thanks.

Rolled 91

>>29435842
We can't rely on the others getting to us.
Let's try to break loose.

Rolled 96

>>29435842
>>A:Try and get loose with brute strength?(Roll)

>>29435842
>C:Try and blast its arm off using a bolt(Roll)

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>>29435889
>>29436034
>>29436052
You grit your teeth, trying to rid the gray mass from yourself. Groaning in pain as your muscles protest at being used again so forcefully. Your side flares up in pain like an inferno and you could swear something inside snapped,
adrenalin pumps in your veins as you begin to realize the mass is not moving - panic grips you as hidden reserves of energy flares through your body. You're -not- dying here, not like this. Finely, the lumbering arm begins to move an inch,
then another before you finely manage to push it aside enough for your legs to free themselves. Placing a hand over your face you pant, an unwelcome cold assaulting your liberated legs. Getting up takes time, and you slip several times in the mud.

A quick scan of the area around you reveals nothing much, you could barely see more then a few arms lengths in either direction - and while your eyes have become adjusted to the low-light only tree's surround you, and the dark seems to have stolen away all color and form in the world.

Picking up your data slate from the ground you use its tiny green shimmer to shine some brightness into the world.

>What do we do now?

>A:Go North/South/East/West? - You've still got the map with a compass, but no idea where you are.
>B:Screw it, we are waiting here.
>C:Scream for help while walking randomly?
>D:Inspect damage.

>E: Other.

Rolled 19

>>29436204
>D

>>29435889
>>29436034
>>29436052
The dice is uncertain today, this will be fun.

>>29436225
The rolls are usually d100 in this quest, friend.

>>29436204
>A
Let's go the opposite way from wherever the Grey Thing came from.

>>29436204
Continue with operation Go the oposite way this guy came from. (I think it was north? Maybe?)

We can inspect the damage before we go.

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>>29436225
>>29436313
I should probably put that in the OP actually.

Either way:
>>29436225
>>29436313
Putting the heavy metal gun at your feet you open your jacket, struggling for a moment to get the zipper working despite the mud caking it in thick layers, you've got to know: How bad is it? Lifting the edge of your undershirt you twitch in sudden pain, hoisting up the slate to shed some light over it. Even in the green metallic glow of the slates machine spirit you can tell its bad. Your entire side is blue, swollen and bruised and twisting your side hurts more then getting shot by that training las. You feel tears welling up in your face as the realization of your situation starts to hit home. You can't see the damage to your head still, but your arm is equally bruised.

You push down the shirt again and fish up your armaments before turning.. that way, north. The way this thing did not come from. The tears makes it harder to see, and almost every step makes your legs hurt, stumbling constantly in the low light you snivel to yourself, what are you going to do? Just then, something catches your attention.. the sound of water running. You remember there being a river that runs right through the center of the valley!

>What do we do?

>Follow the sound of water.
>Don't, might be a trap. Walk somewhere else.
>Sit down.. rest.

>Also give me a 1d100.

Rolled 51

>>29436554

>Follow the sound of water.

Rolled 28

>>29436554
Let's go for the water, we need something to use as a point of reference if we want to find our way out of this mess.

Rolled 45

>>29436554
>Follow the sound of water.

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>>29436585
>>29436673
You perk up, a faint glimmer of hope in the far distance enough to put some power in your steps again. If you can find the water, perhaps you can find your way home? Moments drag on as you push yourself through the undergrowth,
once again thanking the lucky stars for your boots easing your travel considerably. Trying to dry the tears of your face serves no real purpose other then smear more mud in your face.
You're covered in it by now from head to toe - the endless stream of water from the sky having turned everything into a brown sludge.

At last you notices the tree's growing fever, and before long you stand before it. The river (you can barely make out the other side of it in the darkness, even if you judge it to only be around ten meters across) is pitch dark. Its water almost like moving ground as opposed to anything else. While standing there taking it all in you freeze. A loud sound breaking the forest quiet. A howl pierce through the night. You can feel your skin prickle, it came from where you left the creatures gray mass... where there more of them?

You fish out the map, thanking who-ever decided to cover it with plastica as you brush some of the mud away... according to this, heading along north with the river will take you to the Scholia.. but its far.
Heading south should take you to a small village.. you can't tell where exactly on the river you are, nor which is closest.

>What do we do?
>A:North!
>B:South!
>C:Sleep!

>D:Other

>Also, give me another 1d100.

Rolled 42

>>29436865
>C
Recover our strength first

Rolled 15

>>29436865
Our task is to hold the foxhole. Are we allowed to come crawling back to the Scholia?

I suggest C, sleeping for a bit now and when it's a bit brighter we'll try to get back to the foxhole.

Also let's mark the map with the approximate location of the Grey Thing, in case anyone asks.

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>>29436933
>>29437076
Your tired, dead beat. You want to sleep. Actually, you've wanted to sleep for ages. Your body simply won't keep moving like t his for much longer. Finding a nearby tree you collapse hard on the ground, groaning in pain as your side flares up again.
Still the ground is surprisingly comfortable, letting your head fall back against the old gnarled tree that stands guard over the river you close your eyes, trying to find sleep. Its first after about half a minute you realize your hand is gripped so tightly
around the boltgun that your knuckles must be turning white, trying to relax you slowly loosen your grip around the piece, almost feeling a sense of longing from it before you drift into the land of the dreamers.

You awake what feels moments later to the sound of someone shouting at you. "Oi!" "'Ey, lil girl!"

Opening your eyes, and being assaulted by the burning intensity of a hot star you are forced to look away, the sun is up - and the world seems much brighter, the clouds in the sky (what little you can tell from behind half shut eyes) bright white.
"Oi, you - ye be livin over thar?" turning to the sound of the man you notice a man - or rather a group of men standing on top the deck of some manner of boat. Waving their hands at you "Oi, you alright?" their clothes are simple,
and the equipment of their - boat is an odd sight to see, several nets, rods with strings and hooks. You also notice the river is much larger then you'd anticipated while asleep.. at least thirty meter across, you sure are happy that you did not try and swim..

>How to we respond?

>A: Yea! I need help!
>B: Just taking a nap! Be on your way!
>C: I demand you take me to the scholia!(Brandish gun?)
>D: Run. They are adults, and adults are mean.

>E: Other.

>>29437076
The Scholias orders where: Find foxhole, and hunker down untill you get relieved.

>>29437300
How far are we from our foxhole?

>>29437360
You've got no idea where you are, while you've got a map, and know that your next to a river, you don't know -where- on the river you are. But you walked for several hours after falling down that cliff.

>>29437360
Assuming that this is the right river of course.

We should should head north and then cut toward where we need to go.
Also, ask if they wouldn't mind taking you up north-ish aways. Not so much "demanding", but having our gun out should help.

>>29437404
Actually......We can ask these people where exactly we are! We have a map of course.

>>29437300
>A

>>29437300
Okay so A)

For asking directions

>>29437423
This. Ask these people about our location.

I really don't want to ignore orders and show up at the scholia to face Rim, they shoot you for not doing what they say.

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>>29437423
>>29437442
>>29437453
>>29437486
"Yes, I am alive - but I need help, where am I?" the men look amongst each other surprise on their faces before one of them turns to answer: "Yer on the river kid, Dolman's River."
Dolmans.. the river on your map did not actually say a name.. do planetborns usually name their rivers.. or did it just belong to a man called Dolman? Hopefully he's not upset about you using the river.
"..I've got a map, could you show me where I am more exactly?" you stammer as the men begin to steer the boat towards you, the unmistakable humming of a machine coming to life emanating from the ship.
Affirmative answers comes from the men as they take to shore, jumping of the boat to land, they are big - and all carry the same eyes and hair - suggesting the older of the four to be the rests father, or similar.
"Name's Malan, 'tis me wife's spawn - Tim, Tamik, and Romal" the older man states, pointing to each of the men in turn, the oldest growing old himself, the youngest seeming to be a very young man, probably in his twenties.

"My name is Schulte, Rangers talent - via dominatus" deciding to keep to the shorter version for the planetborns benefits. "I need help, could you show me where I am on this map?" repeating yourself.. just to make sure they get it...

"Right lass - how you ended up here anyway?" the older one says, grabbing the map as you offer it to him... the rest of the boys eye you up and down with a curious stare.. their simply dressed, brown loose fitting clothes,
must different from the quality cloth your own jacket is made of, you see no augmentations on any of them, nor any indication of mechanical attachment, no slates, no weapons... its odd seeing people so.. naked.
You do notice the youngest one peering at the black metal piece sticking out of your pants jackets inner pocket, only the handle viable for the world.

>What do we answer?

>A: (Be honest) I am from the Scholia, got lost.
>B: (Tell a lie)(Specify)
>C: Other

>>29437828
>>A: (Be honest) I am from the Scholia, got lost.

Fell down a cliff, got lost in the woods, need to link up with our squad back at our fox hole before relief shows up.

Honesty is the best after all.

>>29437828
>A
Lying is bad. Besides why would they have a problem with what we're doing? We've done nothing wrong.

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>>29437926
>>29437960
"Whut kinda name is that?" one of the other men ask, Tim - if you remember right, a high set brow and blue eyes looking down at you.
"'tis means she's one o' them fancy ladies you quagsmeller" another answers - Tamik, the tallest in the group, crossing his arms while nodding sagely.
"Oh ye' so full o' it I'll hammer ye in you gnarlhumper" the two brothers turns to look at each other "Ey, ye winna try runt?" "Bring it pine"

"Be quiet, both of ye!" their father bellows over his shoulder before looking back at the map "I am trying to read here!"
The younger one raises his neck slightly, eyes still fixed on the piece of metal on your body. His tiny beady eyes lighting up in an uncomfortable way.
You turn your side slightly, trying to hide the weapon away from the glares of the boy, "I am from the Scholia, got lost during a lesson - fell down a cliff in the woods and ended up here..."
The atmosphere changes instantly as you mention it. "Scholia?" the man mumbles as he lowers the map from his gaze. "They are sending lil' girls out now?"

Before you get the chance to react the men reaches behind their backs, pulling out short nasty looking blades from their belts. "Better gut it 'no dad, or more be comin'" Tim states.
"I kno'" the older man grunts, pulling out his own dagger - the short blades seems built for hooking.. their tips slightly bent- reminding you of the "Rusters" of your home ship.
Tiny daggers built for grabbing hold of old pieces of metal and tearing them off - some made a living doing this in the bowels of the ship.. you also know others made a living fighting with them.

"Sorry wee girl"

>What do we do?
>A: Try and reason with them(specify)
>B: Run! Run!(Roll)
>C: Gun! Use the bolter! (Roll)

>D: Other.

Rolled 49

>>29438400
Take out gun.

Reason with them that we already killed a monster in the forest and all we want is to get back. I'm sure they want to get back to wherever they are from.

Aka Tell us where to go before I blast ya.

Rolled 84

>>29438400
>C: Gun! Use the bolter! (Roll)

Rolled 31

>>29438400
>>29438547
Sounds good to me

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>>29438547
>>29438553
>>29438629
You notice the men closing in, somewhat warily of you, their short daggers raised up and ready for combat. You leap backwards!
Reaching for the bolt pistol hooked in your jacket you bring it up quickly, adrenalin already pulsating as you feel the world almost
slowing to a crawl, moving the gun from one face to the other you feel the metal piece vibrate in your hand again, an unwanted
image of what happened to the gray monster you shot with it in the forest flashing past your retina, why do they suddenly want you dead?

"I-I've already shot one monster! Get back, or I'll take another - this is a bolt pistol right here - don't try anything!"

The men tosses sideways glances at each other.. silence entering as they remain stationary.. and just when the old man beings to relax..

The younger one of the group lurches at you with his dagger screaming at the top of his lungs.

>Reaction roll!

>A:Run(Roll)
>B:Shoot him(Roll)
>C:Dodge(Roll)
>D: Hurl yourself to the ground(Roll)

>E: Other. (Specify - Roll)

Rolled 98

>>29438908
Knock him the fuck out by smacking him with the gun, threaten to kill him if they don't coroperate.

Rolled 19

>>29438908
>B:Shoot him(Roll)

Blast him

Rolled 47

>>29438982
>>29438908
Melee smack down

Rolled 74

>>29438908
Rolling for D:
Let's throw ourselves away from the guy and hope his father stops him before we end up showering the kids family with his gore.

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>>29438982
>>29439008
>>29439017
>>29439098
Awaiting consensus.

Having my coffebreak now, tired as balls tonight. Back in ten.

>>29439098
I really really don't think we should kill the guy if we want help.
I'm willing to change my vote to smacking his face with the bolter but I doubt our chances of fighting a guy with a dagger using what is basically a heavy clump of metal.

>>29438982
>>29439008
>>29439017
>>29439098
>2 for smack.
>1 For shoot
>1 for to ground.
Starting to write.

Rolled 26

Aw shit, totally forgot this was today. Glad I came across it randomly.

>>29438908
Let's try to gain control of the situation. Smack him down and then aim the gun at him. Request their co-operation again.

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>>29439370
You bring the heavy piece of metal around, using it like a club on the unsuspecting boy. With a heavy thud it impacts his side, but does little to stop the dagger.
The pain shooting through your side is increadible and your feel your legs going weak, try as you may you can't keep steady as soon as the boy gives you a shove.
You collapse onto your knees hand resting on the muddy river bed - gun still tight in your grip.

The boy laughts and takes a step back, rubbing his bruised side. "Got her good dad"

"Boi, that was dangerous!" the older man bellows before quickly approching you.

"Don't'ya be stabbin' to deep now, we be watin' her alive fer the major - he likes 'em pretty"

>What do we do?

>A: Try and shoot(Roll)
>B: Plead for your life(Roll)
>C: Surrender, just no more hurt.

>D: Other

Rolled 46

>>29439519
Fuck them.

Shoot the fuckers.

>>29439519
A: Try and shoot. Should have done that the first time.

Rolled 57

>>29439575
>>29439519

Forgot to roll.

>>29439519
>he likes 'em pretty
Now I'm suddenly all for letting the bolter work its magic.
A: Blast these asshole planetpeople.

Rolled 99

>>29439519
BLAM! Blam, blam, blam!

Rolled 10

>>29439519
Nope, they gona die.

Shoot in ze face

Rolled 43

>>29439610
Sorry, rolling.

Rolled 86

>>29439519
Give them the Daka

Rolled 66

>>29439519
oh hell no

this will not be allowed

Shoot!

>>29439519being a moody planet personis no excusedor being kidnapping heritic

>>29439801
Moldy. Sorry

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>>29439560
>>29439606
>>29439616
The Garm Pattern Service Bolt Pistol returns to its scared duty. It almost sings in your hands as you bring it up towards the massive lumbering old man approaching. The pain from your side ignored as you pull down the trigger of the bolter, and it roars to life, the three remaining bolt shells inside the gun exits out, the first cutting the man down straight through his abdomen, piercing him with such force it blows right through, before detonating moments later outside of his ruined flesh, throwing him to the ground - the other two continues, one blowing off a chest of one of the approaching men, the other continuing into the woods - its fury spent on foliage. A loud "click" emerges from the gun as you realize its clip is spent. The spare one stuck inside your jacket. Two men remain, stunned - covered in the gore of their allies.

You've bought a moment, grasping at your side with your free arm you feel the gun trailing towards the remaining two with almost a life of its own. Craving to be used again. You try not to look at the sickening display on the ground.

>What do we do?

>>29439861
I guess it's our chance to run now

>>29439861
Flee!

Rolled 8

>>29439861
Reload while demanding they take you to the Scholia.

Rolled 34

>>29439861
We are bleeding out and far to banged up to move. Either pull the knife out of our side and prepare to defend our selves OR GET TO RELOADING THE BLOODY PISTOL!

>>29439861
Time to run!

And may curse at them that if they follow we will blow them away as well.

>>29439899
>>29439924
>>29439927
>>29439934
Two for run, two for relodin'. Waiting Consensus.

>>29439861
Reload.

"You are guilty of assaulting a member of His Majesty the Immortal Emperor of Mankind's military, the sentence of which is death."

Proceed to shoot the other two.

>>29439861
They probably don't know we're out of ammo.

Point the gun at them, look as threatening as we can.

"Now, you are going to give me directions back to the Schola or you are going to join your friends.

Am I understood you moldy scum?"

Look for a good chance to back away from them, slowly, keep the gun pointed at them, and to reload.

>>29439861
reload. I doubt in our injured state we could outrun them

Rolled 24

>>29439861
Reload and tell them to throw their daggers in the river and take us back to the Scholia

>>29439982
I'm going to change to reload

>>29439861
The punnishment for heracy is blamming reload to proceed blamming....perhaps. steal their boat after

>>29439998
Shouldn't we get back to the foxhole? Orders are orders.

>>29439998
>They probably don't know we're out of ammo.
The gun made a loud click, they probably know.

>>29440030
Exactly. Orders are orders.

We reload, shoot these two, loot their boat for medical supplies / food, and then look for our fox hole.

Rolled 46

>>29440030
We've found people out here who apparently make it a habit to kill His servants. I say we force them to come with us to the Scholia and explain ourselves.

Letting them go might mean they come back prepared and getting back alone might look like we deserted our post, neither are good.
Trusting their directions would be stupid so we can't rely on finding our foxhole.

>>29440030
I think here the priority is blamming heretics

>>29440124
>We've found people out here who apparently make it a habit to kill His servants
They also made a reference to a "Major" of some sort. Sounds like there's some sort of organised heresy going on out here, we'll have to bring it up once we get back.

>>29440124
>>29440161
Hmm, yes. Blaming the heretics for us abandoning our post is smart but what if any members of our squad survived?

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>Suddenly fuck tons of votes. I am crying a little

>>29439927
>>29439934
>>29439989
>>29439998
You fish for the metal piece in your jacket, praying to the emperor in both his forms that they modly planet people don't know any better. Wincing in pain as you touch your wounded flank you pull out the spare clip. The two remaining boys seems to be snapping out of their trance, slowly - you guess you can't blame them, it was like that the first time you saw a man die. The gun once again seem to take a life of its own as you reload it, you've only ever done this on practice las guns, but somehow it seems to work out - the same button for eject is there. Pushing that sends the empty cartrige to the ground, and you jam your fresh one in, aiming it towards them "T.. Toss the daggers on the ground!" Grunting once from the sudden pain of yelling you try and stand.. its slow - but with the gun trailed on them they show no wish to assult you... "Drop them!"

"Witch! The youngest of them yells suddenly - hurling himself towards you, body first. Almost frothing from his mouth. This time, your not sure if the bolt pistol fired even before you had a chance to push the trigger, but another on of them blow up. His remains raining down over the last member of this "troop" Tamik.

Standing tall, but on unsteady legs, you level the gun on him. He stares at you dumbfunded, still clutching the tiny dagger in his hands.

>What do we do?

>A: "Heretics are ment to die." (Shoot him)
>B: "Tell me where the Scholia is, or join them"
>C: "On your feet, your leading me to the Scholia"
>D: "There is the map, show me where we are, now."

>E: Other.

>>29440209
We aren't blaming anyone, our story is looking for one of us who went missing and getting ambushed by a monster, falling asleep and getting woken up by a family of heretics.
We did abandon post but we had a reason.

>>29440209
>>29440209
Yes we shall loot their corpses of useful things stop the bleeding with homemade bandage then complete mission

>>29440275

>D

>>29440275
Interrogation time!
shoot his leg/arm off, make him tell us where we are on the map and then shoot his face off

>>29440275
>D: "There is the map, show me where we are, now."

I'd like directions and the like. We can blam him after we get intel.

>>29440275
C
We are bringing at least one of them to talk about their 'Major'.

Rolled 69

>>29440275
>C
This guy is our last lead back to civilisation, and they are linked to something iffy going down out here, so might as well bring him in for questioning.

>>29440275
D. Keep the gun aimed at him at all times.

Then ask about this "major" person that they're working for.

>>29440275
>D: "There is the map, show me where we are, now."

Then shoot him.

>>29440359
What kind of cold-blooded psycho do you take Schulte for?
We shot the others in self-defense but blasting limbs off fuckers who are trembling at our gun?

>>29440483
>What kind of cold-blooded psycho

A future commissar?

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>>29440313
>>29440359
>>29440364
>>29440371
>>29440402
>>29440437
>D:4 Consensus reached.
"There is the map, show me where we are.. now" you shake the gun once for emphasis, reaching with your other hand inside your jacket.. your surprised at yourself for not crying, it hurts. It hurts more then anything has ever hurt in your life. The knife left behind it a trail of liquid fire craved in your flesh. But you can't seem to bring yourself to cry. Can tears dry out? Did you waste them all yesterday? Its hard to say.. your uncles words ringing in your ears "Just keep moving". Moving was all that was important. "Map, now" you state again, and the boy finely seems to catch a drift - his hands dropping the knife as he reaches towards the map "P-please nay' kill me. Please din't kill me - I.. I did not want to do a-anything!"

>Con

>>29440891
Tell him that if he cooperates we won't splatter his brains all over the mud.

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>>29440891
He sits down on his knees and brings the map up, pointing a finger towards its center - a spot on the river a decent way off from The Practical ground.. the river runs close to it. The foxhole is further away.. it would take you a lot of time to get there.. through the forest anyway. It seems you where moving towards the scholia all along. "N-now please, j-jist let me go - I wuz jist doin' w-what the major said." You could find your way from here.. but it hurt really bad to move.. still its the boy before you.. surrounded in the gore of his siblings.. its not as bad seeing it as last time you muse.. not quite as bad as when the red-clad man shot that boy, it was like being detached - like your emotions had run dry. Just keep moving.. that was all that was important.

"Who's this major!?" you yell, tried of all planetborns thinking you know everything that is going on and who everybody is - bet they could not even tell the difference between a cruiser and a light cruiser. Let alone seen one! "H-he's the one ye k-kno', fancy peep like ye - keeps us 'outa 'rouble with 'em scholia, we be'n livin' 'ere 'afore they came, been all nice, but one day they be sayin' we ain't be livin' 'ere no more - takin' our village for buildin' sellin' off to the Cogboys, major was one 'o ye lot, but 'he came helped us out.. but.. no one must kno, p-please jist l-let me go"

>What do we do?

>A: Finish him.(Shoot him)
>B: "Your leading me to the Scholia."
>C: Other

Rolled 30

>>29440925
>B
We're hurt bad and he might be able to lead us to this Major.

>>29440925

>B

"Take me closer to the Schola on the boat..."

>>29440925
Let's go for B. This man knows of a threat to the Emperor's rule, he must be quesitoned.

>>29440925
B
So the Major is a traitor who is hiding from the Scholia?
This guy is not going back to get more heretic friends and the scholia will want to hear about this.

>>29440925
>B: "Your leading me to the Scholia."

They sent us in for a practical, but we are bringing back a heretic.

>>29441008
Seconding.

We are not making it back to the Scholia on foot...

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>>29440988
>>29441008
>>29441052
>>29441094
You groan slightly, and point towards the boy again. "On the boat, take me to the Scholia grounds." The boy looks up at you, confused for a moment before he sees the barrel again "P-please t-they c-caa- " "Now"
The two of you get onboard the tiny boat quite quickly - its a smaller vessel, built to comfortable allow four or five individuals their personal space and space for .. things like nets - what-ever they are for, but not much else.
Tamik moves towards the back of the "ship" trembling slightly as you keep the gun trailed on him, some manner of control mechanism seem to exist there, you'd wager its connected to the ships central spirit that is probably bellow you.
The tiny boat rocks to life soon thereafter, its harder to stand then you'd imaged, and it only takes you a few moments to release sitting on on of the boxes is probably for the best. Sinking down, and trying to ignore the pain in your chest
you sail towards the practical grounds.


>Its now 00:30 and with that our times comes to an end. For those interested please stick around as I've got a few questions. See:>>29435890

>>29441496

Are we going to die Commissar-kun?

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>>29441496
>Picture was taken edition

>Commissar Quest XVIII: Return Of The Practical Part 3: <Insert Standard Sequel Name Here> comes to an end.

>Its now 00:35 GMT+1 and our time for the evening is at and end

>We're stopping here since its a good place to do so narrtivly

>Thank you to everyone that showed up tonight, it was great to have you.

>Really suprised in the activty of the posters tonight, love you all.

>Loads of discussion tonight, which was great to read(you guys always crack me up) even if we had a slow start!

>Would love som feedback - what do you like/dislike about Commissar Quest?

>Like always I'll be around for awhile as I unwind for bed answering questions about commissar quest and life in general.

>Now onward to other points:

I've done some rehashing of the combat system that I intend to implement - you'll probably get to test it properly once we get into a mock battle - thing a Practical here. So I won't kill you off the first time.
The general idea will be that you'll still need to roll under your stats but that I'll be more clear of -which- stats we are talking about, and how you can improve them. Probably going with things like: Strenght, Agillity, Inteligence, Awarness, Willpower, Charisma, Weapon skill/Balistic skill

I am also thinking of implementing a hard crit-fail/Succeed, and possibilities to affect them, things like a bolter jamming if you roll a nat.100 or triggering a insta-kill if its a nat.1 Opinions?

Opinions? Things you'd like to see?

>Con

>>29441675
Example mock up battle:

Otto VS Goon!

Otto Health: 12/12

Goon Health 10/10

<Commissar attempting to write goes here>

>A: Shoot him(Balistic roll)
>B: Whack him with gun(Weapon skill roll)
>C: Run (Agillity roll)
>D: Hurl rock (Strenght roll)

>More combat!

>Reaction roll! (Shoot him! Agillity+Weapon)
>Toss him of you!(Strenght)
>Whack him in the noggin'(Weapon+strenght)

Something like that. Alternativly I've also been thinking of creating a crit table, meaning your not dead unless you lose all your HP(Read:Plotarmor) and then you start going up the crit table - see the warhammer RPG's that I am basing the system off (Not becouse I don't like others/have not played, but rather since its a Warhammer quest, and much of the work is done for me already)

>>29441531
Lets see, bleeding. Check.
Bruises, check
Probably broken rip. Check
Internal bleeding. Check

Eh, 50/50

>>29441778
I bet all her bleeding is actually just her period anyway-

>>29441778
...What happens if we do die, just out of interest? Quest over?

>>29441888
Commissar former lady perhaps or Commissar double heritic

>>29441778
Omnisiah curse it! If only we had followed the machine spirit and gotten rid of these terrible, weak "organs".

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>>29441888
I've been thinking about this actually and I might give you guys a fatepoint to spend - if you die, you get to pull a "No U!" card and somehow survive, but only once.
You may regain a fatepoint by doing something increadible. Like completing an imbosuburu challange. Tonight for instance your chances of survival was up there.
There where things in the forest, depending on your choices they could have killed you off.

Either way, should you die its game over. I might make another quest if there is interest for it however, since I can transfer the system from this to a new setting.

In short, try and stay alive.

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>>29442006
Hardcore. I respect that.

W-we won't let you down, Commissar!

>>29441778
If you want to make a crit table you could base it off the Critical damage tables from Dark Heresey and the like.

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>>29442249
The general idea is probably to do that.
>>29442098
One of the most important thing in RPG's for me is is a sense of potential danger, if you know you'll survive, where's the challange?

>>29442249

That can get a bit silly some times.... at one point, one of my old players managed to make a traitor guards head explode by throwing their standard issue boot at them... bloody lucky rolling on their part...

>>29442450
That does sounds pretty silly, but it worked out in the end it seems! I'm sure Commissar will change it a bit so things don't "exactly" happen like that.

>>29442414
Shit, almost forgot: We are now archived here: http://suptg.thisisnotatrueending.com/archive/29435742/

awww I missed another one

CURSE YOU HERETICAL TIMEZONES

Question OP, how long has it been since we got separated from angelica and the rest, and how long were we meant to stay in the forest/what will happen when we get to the Scholla?

>>29443437
I hear you anon, I woke up at 6am for this.

>>29443437
>>29443605
You've been away from the Scholia for one night - you where suppose to hold the foxhole during said night.

As for the Scholias reactions, I can't say - you'd best go visit to find out.

>>29443605
If its any consolance I'll be around untill 06.00 studying, and changed my sleep schedual to fit in making the quest/notes during exam week.