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Previous Thread: >>1663454

If you’re a die-hard lover of canon, I suggest you turn away now. Like all things 40k, the gauntlet runs from “worshiping the printed, grimdark word” to “over the top silliness.” Most of the time it’s somewhere in between. Others it swerves hard to one side and/or breaks this model entirely. You’ve been warned in advance. I do try to keep things fairly reasonable though.

Alternatively, if you’re not at all familiar with canon or want more details on something, just ask! You don’t need to have played the original Khornette Quest to play and enjoy this one. I’m sure someone (or I) will explain any cameos that come up if you’re lost.

All rolls go against a specified characteristic in the style of Black Crusade. You’ll want to roll under the characteristic value in order to pass the check. The more degrees of success (every multiple of 10 counts as 1), the more awesome of a result. A 1 or an 8 is a guaranteed success, and a 100 is a guaranteed failure. NPCs I roll for only crit succeed/fail on a 1 or a 100.

Best of three rolls when it’s called for, with a 1, 8, or a 100 instantly taking precedence. If multiple characteristics are being rolled for each 1d100 counts for its respective test. Any rolls prior to the call for one and those not linking said post will be ignored.

I realize that /qst/ is much slower than /tg/ ever was, but I’d like to keep things moving. Voting windows will be a maximum of twenty to thirty minutes after the first vote. Same goes for dice rolling. This week we’re going to try running Thursday afternoon (now) until 9:30pm EDT, Friday afternoon until about 8pm EDT, and Saturday afternoon until either we reach a good stopping point or I get tired of writing.

Note that we are temporarily playing as Feva here at the beginning of the thread!

That’s it housekeeping-wise for now. Onto the quest!

“Lady Desoleum, I am Inquisitor Ervig. And you and I are going to discuss exactly why your planet is now scheduled for Exterminatus.”

Time slows to a halt as your brain processes Ervig’s words. I’m fucked, you think. There’s no way he doesn’t know what the real Lady Desoleum looks like. But no, wait. If he does, why is he addressing you as if you were the genuine article? Is he just playing along? Or… maybe… he doesn’t know? And what does he mean he wants to “discuss why Desoleum is scheduled for Exterminatus?” Is he here to execute you for failing to keep the planet in order? Yes, that must be it. There’s no way he’s just making a social call to say “better luck next time, let’s get you a new planet to rule.”

...right?

“...do you understand?”

Ervig speaking to you snaps you back into the present. The heavily scarred, hooded and cloaked Inquisitor is staring at you with not quite a look of concern. You’re guessing you were silent just a bit too long there. You need to say something now, and it has to sound good.

> [1] Well of course, dear Inquisitor. Let us find a table so we may chat.
> [2] Do all Inquisitor lack manners? This is a party, not an interrogation.
> [3] Ahhh, so you are why I was forced to leave my mourning for my citizenry and come to this party.
> [4] Write in

>>1713139
>> [3] Ahhh, so you are why I was forced to leave my mourning for my citizenry and come to this party.

>>1713139
> [1] Well of course, dear Inquisitor. Let us find a table so we may chat.

>>1713139
>[3] Ahhh, so you are why I was forced to leave my mourning for my citizenry and come to this party.

Try the Upstanding Loyalist schtick. See if we can get rid of him that way.

>>1713139
>> [3] Ahhh, so you are why I was forced to leave my mourning for my citizenry and come to this party.

[3] it is. Now to see if you can manage to pull it off while sounding convincing.

1d100 please

Rolled 21 (1d100)

>>1713280

Rolled 35 (1d100)

>>1713280

Rolled 19 (1d100)

>>1713280

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>>1713297
>>1713304
>>1713311
Good rolls to start things off. Back in a bit!

>>1713139
You’ve never been a boot-licking loyalist, but you’re pretty sure you can at least emulate one in conversation. A few “Praise the God Emperor”s here and a few “Blessed is the Inquisition” there and you’ll be fine. Or so you hope.

“Ahhh,” you reply, slightly lowering your plate so as to subtly puff out your chest. “So you are why I was forced to leave my mourning for my citizenry and come to this party.”

Your voice is clear and without waiver, thankfully. If Ervig’s any the wiser, he’s not showing any sign of it. Instead, he answers solemnly, “So you are cognisant of having failed in your duties as Planetary Governor then. Let us find a table to as not to cause a scene.”

What do you mean “cause a scene?” is what you want to ask, but know better. “Fine, lead on,” you say.

Ervig escorts you to a table along the edge of the room that’s away from any other party guests. He does the gentlemanly thing by pulling out your chair for you, then sits opposite. “Before we get down to the business at hand, perhaps you can explain why it is you appear so different from your vid-casts.”

Shit.

> [1] Rejuv treatments, of course!
> [2] You’ve always used a puppet for those
> [3] Appearances can be deceiving
> [4] Well that’s because you’re actually a Khornate cultist pretending to be Lady Desoleum
> [5] Write in

>>1713332
>> [2] You’ve always used a puppet for those
>5. While the middle and underclass take their cogs seriously, certain members of the upper nobility have a habit of conveniently forgetting them at the worst times..... or had the habit. It was a safety precaution that was insisted upon and never really changed.

>>1713332
As much as I find [4] to be utterly hilarious,

>[2] Assassinations are a thing, so it is much easier to avoid such plots if people don't know how one looks.

>>1713332
> [2] You’ve always used a puppet for those

>>1713332
>[2] You’ve always used a puppet for those

Because >>1713348
Anon is wise in the ways of not getting murdered

>>1713332
> [2] You’ve always used a puppet for those

Seems [2] is the pretty solid choice here. Neat.

Let's see if you can continue the masquerade: 1d100 again please.

Rolled 80 (1d100)

>>1713379

Rolled 95 (1d100)

>>1713379

Rolled 73 (1d100)

>>1713379

>>1713382
>>1713386
>>1713388
Well, you can't win em all.

But, since you failed, it's now time to see how good of control you have over hiding your arm. Another 1d100 please.

Rolled 26 (1d100)

>>1713391

Rolled 52 (1d100)

>>1713391

Rolled 8 (1d100)

>>1713391

>>1713395
>>1713408
>>1713423
Ohai Khorne. That works! Back in a bit.

>>1713426
Khorne be praised! we'll have to find a good time to blood let now.

>>1713332
You frantically try and come up with an acceptable answer. “That would be because I’ve always used a puppet for those. Yes! What better way to foil assassination plots if no one knows what you truly look like!”

It’s not quite a glare, but Ervig’s eyes drill into you as he takes in your words. The longer he’s silent, the more your anxiety builds. And the more difficult your control over the illusion hiding your daemonic arm becomes. It’s like a constant pressure squeezing your arm and weight on your mind. You don’t feel like you’re in any danger of losing control at the moment, but you don’t want to push your luck any longer than you have to. You’re just glad you’ve always had somewhat great mental fortitude.

Finally, Ervig replies, “It’s funny: I would have thought someone who was capable of being so wise would have foreseen the fall of her own Hive. Especially at the hands of a death cult. Or should I say, a lowly bunch of gangers. Did you not read the reports my acolytes sent to you, warning of a growing force in the Shattered Foundry? And if you did, why didn’t you send the PDF or the Arbites to squash the rebellion before it started?”

Hm. How to answer this one…

> [1] Such reports never made it to me
> [2] It was my understanding that the Arbites did step in, albeit unsuccessfully
> [3] I didn’t consider a “bunch of lowly gangers” capable of reaching the upper hive, much less toppling it
> [4] Because I was arrogant and, frankly, didn’t give a flying fuck
> [5] Write in

>>1713453
>> [3] I didn’t consider a “bunch of lowly gangers” capable of reaching the upper hive, much less toppling it

>>1713453
> [2] It was my understanding that the Arbites did step in, albeit unsuccessfully

>>1713453

> [2] It was my understanding that the Arbites did step in, albeit unsuccessfully

>>1713453
>> [2] It was my understanding that the Arbites did step in, albeit unsuccessfully

>>1713453
>[3] I didn’t consider a “bunch of lowly gangers” capable of reaching the upper hive, much less toppling it

Perhaps if the reports had said something other than that I may have had cause for concern. I would think the Inquisition would know the difference between a handful of miscreants and a large force of aggressive rebels.

>>1713453
“It was my understanding that the Arbites did step in, albeit unsuccessfully,” you reply with just a hint of annoyance for effect. “I cannot be expected to have micromanaged everything that went on in the Hive.”

“But such is the duty conferred upon you by your Oath Cog,” Ervig points out. “Everything that happened to Hive Desoleum, big or small, is a result of your (in)actions. By all rights, that gang should have been wiped out before they even got to the Foundry, or shortly after having claimed it. But they weren’t. Would you like to hear my theory as to why?”

You can’t really say much else but, “Why not?”

“I think they had help. Not just from the upper echelons of the Hive, but from a force from beyond. I’m sure you’re familiar with this broadcast…”

He slips out a data slate from within his cloak and sets it down on the table in front of you. The green-tinted screen blinks, then begins playing a video. With horror, you realize it’s the broadcast Ember made to the entire Hive. The one where she destroyed Lady Desoleum’s oath cog and where you killed the Lady by crushing her windpipe. There’s no way you’re not being played at this point. Usha may have done a number with your makeup and dress, but you feel a pit in your stomach watching your past self on the little screen.

“Care to explain?”

> [1] I was forced to kill my puppet or risk death myself
> [2] That broadcast was made after your escape, it cannot be trusted
> [3] Fine, you got me. I killed Lady Desoleum and took her place.
> [4] You seem like you already have your answers, Ervig. Cut to the chase.
> [5] Write in

>>1713500
>> [1] I was forced to kill my puppet or risk death myself

I had almost totally forgotten about that. This could get bad. It all turns out that Ervig is actually Creed, and all the guests are baneblades

>>1713500
> [4] "You seem like you already have your answers, Ervig. Cut to the chase."
> [5] Have a hand on a table knife, just in case you need to slit his throat at a moment's notice.

>>1713500
>[4] You seem like you already have your answers, Ervig. Cut to the chase.

If he wanted to work us over under Inquisition authority, he would have do so by now.

>>1713518
For reference in case anyone needs a refresher: >>1402240

[4] by a vote I think.

Let's see if you can hang onto control of your arm for just a bit longer. 1d100 please.

Rolled 82 (1d100)

>>1713586

Rolled 21 (1d100)

>>1713586

Rolled 99 (1d100)

>>1713586
For mother!

>>1713588
>>1713589
>>1713594
>That almost 100
A 21 works, back in a bit!

>>1713594
Wrong quest! Mother is displeased by your disloyalty!

>>1713601
In my defense that would have been a GREAT roll for mother. Not thing thinker's fault other quests use clearly inferior dice systems.

>>1713500
A note of anger creeps into your voice as you reply, “You seem to already have the answers you seek, Inquisitor. Cut to the chase. I do not enjoy being toyed with.” Your arm bubbles a bit, but you wrestle it back under control.

Ervig lets out a small sigh. “Very well. In that instance…” His cloak shifts, and you can see the gleaming barrel of a bolt pistol pointed squarely at your stomach. “I don’t know who you are or what your goal is, but you will not leave this room alive, Heretic. And once I’m done disposing of you, I’ll see to it whatever allies you brought with you are swiftly ejected out of the airlock. Any last words?”

> [1] Flip the table onto him
> [2] Attempt to grapple him
> [3] Punch him in the face with your daemonic arm
> [4] Shout or scream so that everyone’s attention gets focused on you
> [5] Write in

>>1713619
>> [3] Punch him in the face with your daemonic arm

>>1713619
>> [1] Flip the table onto him

That's the only real way to avoid a gut shot and wound him. Screaming will do nothing to deter him, he's an inquisitor and can do what he wants.

>>1713619
>[1] Flip the table onto him

Scream "He's mad!" and dodge dodge dodge. Hope that Usha can salvage this mess with the help of the Captain.

If that doesn't go well, Usha and us kill everyone else in the room and signal Ember.

>>1713619
>> [3] Punch him in the face with your daemonic arm
No point trying to get people's attention; a bolt pistol is not exactly subtle, what with the explosion of gore and earspliting blast.

Hm. I'll let the vote go for another 10 minutes, then I'll tie break.

>>1713619
(╯°□°)╯︵ ┻━┻

[1] it is.

2d100 please. The first to see how quickly you can move (and possibly dodge) and the second to see how effective the table flip is.

Rolled 33, 88 = 121 (2d100)

>>1713707

Rolled 38, 85 = 123 (2d100)

>>1713707

Rolled 38, 18 = 56 (2d100)

>>1713707


Behold the Power of the King of Ones!

Rolled 15 (1d100)

>>1713711
>>1713716
>>1713729
A 33 and an 18. Works for me. Don't mind this roll of mine...

>>1713619
“Just one.”

“That being?”

“Die.”

With that, you begin to move. You only pray that you’re fast enough to avoid getting shot. In a standing sort of motion, you place your hands underneath the table’s edge and move upwards. The result is that the cloth-covered, circular table begins to tip and flip into Ervig. The opposite edge from you knocks into the arm holding the bolt pistol, and not a moment too soon. There’s a thunderous boom as the pistol discharges. But instead of gutting you, the shell embeds itself in the deckplates right between your feet. Chunks of metal go flying everywhere and sink into the fabric of your dress.

Ervig is just nimble enough to half-roll out of the way from being crushed by the table. It crashes to the ground and sends the finery atop it flying. Ervig comes to a stop upright, like you, and once again aims with his pistol. “Everyone,” he announces to the room at large, his voice amplified by some unseen vox unit. Not that he needs it. The party went dead silent at the sound of a weapon discharging. All attention is on you two. “This woman, this heretic, and her friend are not to leave this room alive. By the authority of the most Holy Inquisition, you are ordered to destroy them utterly.”

Oh joy.

> [1] Lunge at and attempt to disarm him
> [2] Yell that this would be a very good time for Usha to do something
> [3] He can’t shoot you if you’re punching him in the face, right?
> [4] Sweep the leg!
> [5] Write in

>>1713759
>> [4] Sweep the leg!

>>1713759
>[1] Lunge at and attempt to disarm him

I hope Usha is smart enough to do something without our yelling at her.

>>1713759
>> [4] Sweep the leg!

>>1713759
[5] Write in

Remember those throwing knives that entertained ember so much when she took that guy's chainsword?

I think I'll let this vote run out a bit. I don't think there's enough time between now and when I have to go to finish the fight proper, so we'll save it for tomorrow. Plus it'll let you debate things such as >>1713815

Thanks for tolerating these shorter sessions. These four to five hour chunks are about all I can spare these days.

>>1713759
> [3] He can’t shoot you if you’re punching him in the face, right?

>>1713815
Oh! This is how we disarm him!

Just checking in before I pop off to bed. I think we're currently tied between [4] and a combination of [1] & [5]. If it's not broken by the time I try to start in the afternoon, I'll tiebreak then.

>>1713759
>>1713815
I'm voting for him.

>>1713759
>> [1] Lunge at and attempt to disarm him

>Throwing knife to the throat

And Usha will do something to fix the situation I'm sure.

[1] and [5] it is. I'll try and squeeze in a few updates here, but errands kept me out way longer than I would have liked. Worst case - we'll ballroom brawl tomorrow early.

Oh before I forget - if I could get three anons to roll me 2d100, that be great. Updates coming whenever I wake up

Rolled 39, 32 = 71 (2d100)

>>1718593

Rolled 28, 16 = 44 (2d100)

>>1718593

Rolled 31, 93 = 124 (2d100)

>>1718593

>>1713759
You guess you’re doing this thing. While the dress Usha put you in isn’t form fitting, it is somewhat limiting your mobility. It’s item number two on your list of things to deal with, item number one being the bolt pistol in your face. For that, you have something in mind involving the throwing knives strapped to your upper arms and hidden underneath the half-sleeves of the dress.

In a feat of slightly inhuman agility, you lunge at Ervig and close the distance before he can react and pull the trigger. At the same time, you reach up into the sleeve of your left arm and pull out a throwing knife. You drive that same weapon into the crux of Ervig’s elbow, causing his arm to bend back as he recoils from the pain. Another ear-shattering boom resonates from his bolt pistol as it ejects a shell into the ceiling, barely missing you yet again. But you don’t stop there. You wrench the blade out of his elbow and slash across his wrist. The tendons go limp, and you’re easily able to pluck the bolt pistol from his grasp.

All of this takes less than a second. The stunned onlookers let out a collective gasp as you now point the bolt pistol right back at Ervig.

> [1] Commissar him (One-liner write in if you wish)
> [2] Pistol whip him
> [3] Knife to the face!
> [4] Gut punch!
> [5] Something else entirely (Write in)

>>1719475
>> [3] Knife to the face!

>>1719475

>[1] More heretics trying to kill me it seems.

Hopefully usha is a quick thinker and works some mojo to make the inquisitor seem like a daemon or heretic.

>>1719475
>>1719506
Seconded

>>1719475
>>1719506
this

[1] with the write in it is. Go ahead and roll me a single 1d100 to see how convincing you are.

Rolled 68 (1d100)

>>1719547

Rolled 74 (1d100)

>>1719547

Rolled 36 (1d100)

>>1719547

>>1719549
>>1719564
>>1719577
A 36 it is. Back in a bit!

>>1719475
“It seems like yet another heretic is trying to kill me,” you shout to the room at large. “I should have suspected as much.”

“Do not believe her lies,” hisses Ervig. “You know me to be a member of the Inquisition. My word is law. Now be done with it and shoot her n-”

Before he can finish his sentence, you pull the trigger. What was once his head now becomes chunky salsa all over you and the deck. The blood spattering across your face brings you great satisfaction. But it does have an unintended side effect: the moment your left arm is coated in the thick, crimson liquid, it reverts back to its daemon form. You stare down at it, annoyed. So much for that plan.

Luckily, Usha takes this moment to shriek, “Oh dear! He’s poisoned the Lord Captain too!”

The crowd looks between you and Usha, the latter of which is kneeling on the floor next to the Captain’s unconscious form. There’s a brief moment of silence, then literally every warm body in the place pulls out a weapon of some sort. Knives, swords, stubbers, you name it.

“Usha!” you shout.

“Ah fuck it,” she yells back. “Plans are dumb anyways.”

There’s a blast of bright light as Usha’s form reverts back to her full daemonic glory. Between seeing your daemonic arm and an actual daemon, the crowd erupts into madness. The kind of madness that involves attacking the nearest warm body until it’s dead. Screams of terror and rage fill the hall, along with spurts of blood. Not entirely the result you were hoping for, but it’s better than the whole hall attacking you at once. Though you do have three burly men with gleaming short swords advancing on you.

> [1] Shoot them
> [2] Use your knives
> [3] Attempt to steal a sword to go with your pistol
> [4] Write in

>>1719656
>> [2] Use your knives
both
> [1] Shoot them

>>1719656
>> [3] Attempt to steal a sword to go with your pistol
What khorne follower wont go for melee when the can

>>1719656
>> [1] Shoot them
and use your arm to rip them apart

>>1719656
>> [3] Attempt to steal a sword to go with your pistol

Hm. We're tied between [1] and [3]. Next vote wins unless one sneaks in as I post.

Rolled 1 (1d2)

Well, guess I'll tie break then.

[1] -> [1]
[2] -> [3]

Also if I could get another 1d100 role please.

Rolled 66 (1d100)

>>1719859

Rolled 6 (1d100)

>>1719859

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>>1719864
>>1719870
Praise Slaanesh!

Rolled 86 (1d100)

>>1719859

>>1719864
>>1719870
>>1719895
A 6 is pretty neat. Back in a bit!

>>1719656
You have a shiny new bolt pistol. Why not use it? You swing your right arm up and across the oncoming bodies. As the barrel passes over each, you depress the trigger and send a shell squarely into their chests. Much like with Ervig’s head, viscera splatters everywhere as a literal hole appears where their rib cages and hearts used to be. But you don’t have much time to savor the moment.

A nobleborn (judging by his finery) leaps at you with a rapier in his hand. He stabs at you twice, but never connects thanks to both your reflexes and him telegraphing his moves. You respond by bringing up your daemonic arm in a vertical swipe across his face. The daemon-infused flesh tears into the man’s face, leaving a claw mark rather similar to a large beast’s. He drops the rapier and tries to clutch his torn face, only for you to kick him away across the floor.

There’s a small bit of time where you have the chance to see how Usha’s doing. She’s beset by quite a few individuals with chain weaponry but seems to be holding her own. Each time one of them goes at her, she responds with a punch-like blast of blue fire and/or an actual fist. You’re fairly confident she can handle her own.

A loud scream from behind you causes you to whirl around. A voidsman, more specifically the one that escorted you here, is running at you with a spear in hand.

> [1] Pew pew!
> [2] Parry with a knife
> [3] Dodge, then disarm
> [4] Write in

>>1719933
>> [3] Dodge, then disarm

>>1719933
>> [2] Parry with a knife

>>1719933
> [3] Dodge, then disarm
Might as well save some shots.

>>1719933
>> [3] Dodge, then disarm

[3] it is. Another 1d100 to see if you can pull it off and/or kill him in the process

Rolled 82 (1d100)

>>1720036

Rolled 21 (1d100)

>>1720036

Rolled 73 (1d100)

>>1720036

>>1720041
>>1720050
>>1720057
21 it is. Back in a bit!

>>1719933
Much like the nobleborn you just dealt with, it’s rather trivial of you to step out of the way of the spearhead aimed for your torso. As the shaft hurdles past you, you reach out and grab it with your daemonic hand. Then you drive your right elbow into the voidsman’s face. Even over the din of people gone mad, you hear a sickening crunch as the man’s nose is utterly crushed. It’s enough of a blow that relieving him of his spear is trivial. You spin the weapon around a few times to get a feel for the weight, then drive the steel-colored metal into the cranium of the voidsman. He stops moving a second later, his body twitching as you pull back the spear and let him fall to the floor.

“Little help here!”

You whirl around to look at Usha to see she’s even more surrounded than before. She’s doing her best, but even a daemon can’t dodge that many weapons at once. For every one person she knocks down or kills, two more take their place. You’re about 75% sure that some of these individuals weren’t in the ballroom originally.

> [1] Search for where they’re coming in and stop the flow
> [2] Throw your spear
> [3] Use your bolt pistol
> [4] Cleave your way closer so you may engage at close range
> [5] Write in

>>1720105
> [1] Search for where they’re coming in and stop the flow

>>1720105
>> [1] Search for where they’re coming in and stop the flow

>>1720105
>> [4] Cleave your way closer so you may engage at close range

[1] it is. 1d100 for your perception please.

Rolled 3 (1d10)

>>1720245

Ones for the Ones God!

Rolled 27 (1d100)

>>1720253
oops Wrong die.

Trying again for the King of Ones

Rolled 54 (1d100)

>>1720245

Rolled 25 (1d100)

>>1720245

>>1720255
>>1720258
>>1720281
A 25 works. Back in a bit!

>>1720105
You look over to the double doors that lead into the hall only to find them both closed and blocked by brawling socialites. It’s probably a safe bet that reinforcements are coming in through there. You do recall, though, that there is supposedly a back entrance to this place. You just have to find it. So you begin working your way through the fear-induced, madness-addled sheep towards the back of the room. You use your spear more like a pole or a bat than its intended purpose, mostly because knocking people out of the way is more effective and faster than stabbing them with the pointy end. In such a fashion, you carve your way onwards until you spot what must be the anterior door.

Standing in the threshold is a gentleman dressed in Imperial Navy finery. He’s got a finger to his ear and is shouting orders. As you get closer, you catch the following:

“...send more men to the ballroom at once! And have the strike team outside Deck 6 move in as well.”

A strike team on Deck 6? That can’t be good…

~~~Back to Ember’s perspective~~~

You’re starting to get a little bit nervous about how the whole dinner thing is going. Should Feva and Usha be taking this long? Has their cover been blown by an ill-timed daemonic arm emergence? What’s going on up there? An answer comes to you, but not in the form you expect. There’s a loud explosion that shakes the walls and deck plates of your suite. From the sounds of it, the blast came from somewhere close outside.

> [1] Rush out and see what’s going on
> [2] Use a vox unit to ask someone else what’s going on
> [3] It’s probably nothing
> [4] Write in

>>1720320
>> [2] Use a vox unit to ask someone else what’s going on

>>1720320
>[2] Use a vox unit to ask someone else what’s going on

Because it might not be related to us (no metagaming) and revealing ourselves too soon will fuck things up.

>>1720320
You don’t want to reveal yourself unless absolutely necessary. Besides, it might be something as innocuous as some idiot mishandling a grenade. No need for you to rush out right away. Instead, you move over to one of the many vox units in your suite and key into the Fleshcutters’ frequency.

Almost immediately you hear shouts of “they’re coming this way!” and “fall back and regroup!” Along with the sound of stubber fire that you can also just barely pick up through the door of your suite. You very quickly growl into the microphone, “Someone tell me what’s going on out there. Quickly.”

“There’s a huge group of voidsman out here,” replies Crocus, his voice strained. “They bum rushed the perimeter we’d set up and are cutting down every person to get in their way. I guess Feva failed.”

We don’t know that for sure, is what you want to say, but you’re a realist. If there’s an attack on your section of Deck 6, it’s likely because someone spilled the beans. You just hope that whatever’s going on in the decks above you doesn’t see either Feva or Usha slain. But you can’t dwell on that for now.

> [1] Ask if Crocus thinks the Fleshcutters can handle it on their own
> [2] Storm outside and start taking skulls
> [3] Try to get a hold of Niazach and delegate
> [4] Write in

>>1720444
>[2] Storm outside and start taking skulls

Dive in and get shit done. Get Niazach to check other access points to our area, and secure them. Once secure, link up with us or we'll link up with her when we're done.

>>1720444
>> [2] Storm outside and start taking skulls

>>1720444
>> [2] Storm outside and start taking skulls

>>1720444
You curse something unintelligible either in Low Gothic or Daemonic as you slam the vox back down into its holster. You then nearly burst through the door to your suite as you storm outside and introduce yourself to the fray. Almost immediately, several stubber rounds smack into the side of your head. They’re more annoying than anything else, as they flatten themselves into useless slugs against your daemonically tough skin.

You glare in the direction they came from to see a well-armed group of about forty voidsman have taken up a sort of firing line down the corridor. They all have standard, non-bulkhead piercing weapons designed for cutting down normal boarders. Nothing that could really hurt a daemon like you. A shout from your left causes you to look the other way. There’s another group of voidsmen, this time around twenty, that are engaged in close quarters combat with your Fleshcutters. Your men seem to be holding the line, but every time they leave cover from the firing line they’re barraged with stubber fire. There’s no sign of Niazach, Rikiar, or any of your more important underlings.

> [1] Go for the group on the left first
> [2] Take out that firing line first
> [3] Write in

>>1720574
>> [2] Take out that firing line first

I need to take about a 1-3 hour break here and recharge my batteries.

In the meantime, for those who don't watch Twitter: I may be hosting a Black Crusade text-only game set in this universe sometime soon. I'm thinking either Tuesdays or Saturdays around 2:30pm EDT, but wanted to get a feel for anyone interested here what their availability was like.

>>1720574
>> [2] Take out that firing line first

>>1720574
>[2] Take out that firing line first

Then be ready to push past so they can't seal and depressurize this part of the ship.

>>1720574
>> [2] Take out that firing line first

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Well it looks like I won't be able to do any more updates today. I'll be back tomorrow about the same time. In the meantime, roll me a 1d100 vs a 55 for shits and giggles.

>>1720590
See the following if you're interested: https://app.roll20.net/lfg/listing/84879/malices-black-crusade

Rolled 97 (1d100)

>>1721113
For No Known Reason!

>>1721187
Fuck

Rolled 72 (1d100)

>>1721113

I mean, what could go wrong?

Rolled 71 (1d100)

>>1721113
Dice for the dice God!

>>1721187
>>1721768
>>1722008
Well, seems you might trip on the way towards [2]. It's okay, we can't all be graceful all the time.

>>1720590
Wish I could, but a) I'm pretty new, and b) my timezone would mean I wouldn't show up reliably.

>>1721113
>>1723272
Somewhat the same for me. I'd love to play a game run by you, but working retail sadly has killed my reliability for scheduled games.

Bah. I think we're gunna have to do an 8.5 quest like we did last time. Sorry about that. Probably Thursday again. Watch Twitter!

>>1725627
See you then. Thanks for updating.