Here's out character sheet, blessed by a tech priest: https://docs.google.com/spreadsheets/d/1rl2umEyvrjSYrNAq6s_sRBshJSljgCQat136XA2bkr0/edit?usp=sharing

Here's a document with links to past sessions: https://docs.google.com/document/d/1mwxnMtKNsue0P_-abUvNXuV2IMDnYF4ER6lvMe5oJkU/edit?usp=sharing

Just in case you don't know, the objective with dice rolls in to roll under our attributes, with modifiers given based on the difficulty of the situation. A 1 is a critical success, a 100 is a critical failure. I usually wait for about three different people to give rolls unless there's not a lot of activity. Anyways, onto the quest!

>>2322101
<I could have sworn we were already on the agri-world and getting ready to attack the PDF>

1> time to get another aspect, and possibly begin a very dark ritual on our entire ship.

>>2322101
OH SHIT, ACCIDENTALLY COPY PASTED THIS FROM THE LAST THREAD

You were once known as Ranger 101, a skitarii from the legions commanded by the tech priests, but you have moved above that. You are the Herald of the True Omnissiah, and the galaxy will hear your word. The man writing on the ground before you, clutching the stump that was once his arm, refused to understand. He claimed Khorne to be a god greater than the Omnissiah, when Khorne is in fact merely an aspect of the Omnissiah. His sister had taken to the Omnissiah much better, going so far as to becoming the first of the Omnissiah's metallic angels. But this one? He refused to embrace the Omnissiah, and now you must decide what to do with him.

>[1] Kill the bastard already. He is a useless wretch.
>[2] Invade his mind and replace his devotion to Khorne with devotion to the Omnissiah(wp x 4)
>[3] Make him into a servitor, let it be known that those that do not give themselves willingly to the Omnissiah will be taken in forcibly.
>[4] Write in

>>2322209
>>[2] Invade his mind and replace his devotion to Khorne with devotion to the Omnissiah(wp x 4)

>>2322205
cool story brah

>>2322209
>>[2] Invade his mind and replace his devotion to Khorne with devotion to the Omnissiah(wp x 4)

Alright then, mind invasion it is. Give me 4d100.

Rolled 86, 86, 76, 7 = 255 (4d100)

>>2322266

Rolled 95, 11, 31, 90 = 227 (4d100)

>>2322266

Rolled 81, 50, 57, 95 = 283 (4d100)

>>2322266

3/4 successes. Writing.

You grasp his head in your hand. "You will worship the Omnissiah!" You shout, thrusting your mind into his.

His mindscape is a mess, marred by insecurities before chaos, and marred by blood and battle after. You rip away most of the blood and jam bionics in its place. You rip away loyalties to Khorne, and force in loyalties to the Omnissiah. He will be a servant of the Omnsiiah!

A few minutes later, you back out of his mind. He is mumbling praises to the machine god now, though you fear you may have damaged some of his mental faculties. Damn.

You sigh. It's been a long day, and you are hurting bad. You consider calling off the PDF base attack so you can recover.

>[1] Call off the attack. You need to rest and repair your body.
>[2] Procede with the attack. You need to make use of the Planetary Defense Guns being offline.
>[3] Procede with the attack, and attempt to summon some daemons in order to assist.
>[4] Do [2] or [3], but sit the battle out.
>[5] Write in

>>2322575
>[2] Procede with the attack. You need to make use of the Planetary Defense Guns being offline.

>>2322575
>[3] Procede with the attack, and attempt to summon some daemons in order to assist.
>[4] Do [2] or [3], but sit the battle out.
alrighty

>>2322575
>4

>>2322767
4 and what?

>>2322827
O my bad , i thought it said 2 AND 3

>>2322575
4 and 3

Okay then, 3 and 4. Got it, writing.

You look yourself over, and decide that you are not currently fit for combat, however, this needs to be done before the defense guns can be put online. You decide that the raid will happen, but that you're going to sit it out. Elisibeth can be the on the ground leader along side other forces. However, you decide they won't be doing it alone, and that summoning deamons to assist is a good idea.

You find Elizabeth giving a sermon about the values of invention and drive to a group of servants, her metallic wings shining in the early morning sun. "Elizabeth, the raid will begin soon. You will be in command. I will stay here and summon daemons for your assistance."

She beams at you "Thank you my lord! I will do you proud! Do you require any sacrifices for your summonings?"

"It would help, yes." With that, Elizabeth points out several cultists in the crowd. Some of them scream and try to run, only to be tackled by their fellows, while some cry tears of joy, blissfully happy to give their lives to the Omnissiah. You nod, and have them brought along with you to the training field, where Ophen's knight still stands above pools of old and drying blood. Before you begin, you pull out your voxcaster and contact Medusa. You need to know if it's safe to land your troops on your ship or if they'd be shot down by the Gloria Vulkanus.

"What do you need 101?"

"What is your status on control of the Vulkanus? Could we land troops at the PDF base?"

"Currently, no. My cult is spreading, and I've ensnared a few high ranking officers, but not enough to get them to ignore a small salvo of drop pods."

"We have drop pods?"

"Indeed. That weird machine spirit that runs the factorum on the ship made them. We have drop pods for both the marines and the skitarii."

"So no potential for taking our droops down here?"

"I didn't say that. I could stage a mutiny, but that might not work out and they'd probably be able to trace it back to me. I could also just go back to our ship and remotely detonate the bomb I put on their warp core. We'd have no problem then."

>[1] Tell her to do as she's been doing. There will be no troops from orbit this day.
>[2] Tell her to attempt the mutiny. Even if she were to fail, you would still be able to land your troops in the chaos.
>[3] Tell her to detonate the bomb.
>[4] Write in

>>2322965
Detonate the bomb , let's reign chaos

>>2322965
>[2] Tell her to attempt the mutiny. Even if she were to fail, you would still be able to land your troops in the chaos.

>>2322965
>[1] Tell her to do as she's been doing. There will be no troops from orbit this day.
YES MORE SHIPS CHAOS FLEET AHOY

>>2322965
>[1] Tell her to do as she's been doing. There will be no troops from orbit this day. Battlefleet mechanicus

1 wins. Writing.

"As you were Medusa. Gaining the Gloria Vulkanus will be more valuable than destroying the PDF base. I will make do with the forces I have gathered." You hang up, and begin to prepare the summoning rituals.

>Choose one letter option and one number option

>[T] Tzneetch
>[N] Nurgle
>[S] Slaanesh
>[K] Khorne
>[U] Undivided/Unaligned/Other
>[Z] Write in

>[1] Summon a small amount of lesser daemons(wp x 2)
>[2] Summon a large amount of lesser daemons(wp x 4)
>[3] Summon a greater daemon(wp x 4)
>[4] Summon a full daemonic horde(wp x 7)
>[5] Write in

>>2323144
We already have a good bulk of khorne shock troops so lets get some daemonettes.
>[S] Slaanesh
>[2] Summon a large amount of lesser daemons(wp x 4)

>>2323156
Your current forces on the planet are:
A whole heap of cultists
Elizabeth in her Knight
House Malveria's foot soldiers(It's not a lot)
Kall's small gene stealer cults.

>>2323144
>S4

>>2323144
>K3
A full horde seems like way too much effort but a greater demon, while tough, would be more managable and still be able to take a ton of the troops on its own. We might also be able to eat them when it's weak enough

>N1
Just a few nurgle scouts for variety sake

>>2323505
We kind of need to bolster our forces, a single scout really won't help much

>>2323516
A vote would be helpful in that case

>>2323563
Actually my ID just changed while I was out of the house.

Rolled 1 (1d4)

Well, it's been about three hours, and it's a four way tie, so...
>>2323156 1
>>2323214 2
>>2323235 3
>>2323505 4

>>2323805
A large amount of daemonettes it is then. Give me 4d100

Rolled 89, 28, 94, 47 = 258 (4d100)

>>2323808

Rolled 91, 57, 52, 53 = 253 (4d100)

Rolled 9, 45, 6, 100 = 160 (4d100)

>>2323808

>>2324539
well, fuck

Rolled 64, 57, 72, 38 = 231 (4d100)

>>2323808

>>2324539
We only have 3 wounds left. This is not good.

Rolled 16 (1d100)

You breathe in deeply, and your assistants kill the sacrifices. their blood pools into a circle without any help from the geometry of the ground it pools on. The blood knows its purpose.

You pour in power, seeking to lure the daemons into the materium, but nothing comes. You make the bait bigger, pouring more power into it. Frustrated, you pour in more power. More Power, more power, more power, more power.

You pour your power into ritual. You will not be ignored! And then, it's all spent. You fall to your knees, exhausted. Nothing, nothing happens.

Then, the warp explodes around you. Your sense are overlord, your limbs spasm, you fall into unconsciousness.

(Continued)

>>2324600
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=3drGUU4JCUA

You are shaken awake. You open your eyes to see the angelic and half metallic face of Elizabeth. She helps you stand, and you look around. Where you were intending to summon daemons rests the massive and rotting corpse of some amalgamation of metal in flesh, some unformed creature, wrongly birthed into the world.

"Are you okay my lord?" Elizabeth asks.

"I am tired but fine. What is that thing?"

"I do not know my lord, it was here when I found you. We won my lord, the PDF base fell to our righteous crusade. We have taken and blessed their armaments. Many have been converted to the Omnissiah's light. Within a week we will have control of the planet. Within a month, all will know of the true god."

You are barely listening. You watch as the dead creature quickly rots away, its metallic parts becoming rust and drifting away. By the time that your angel has finished her report, it is completely gone.

>[1] Now is the time to rest on our laurels. We have won this plane. Spread the powers of chaos among the populace, start industrializing the planet.
>[2] Merely hosting worshippers of the Omnissiah is not enough. Begin a ritual to make this a daemon world.
>[3] You will not merely make this world into a Omnissiah worshipping one, you will make it into exemplar, a haven of technology to rival Mars.
>[4] The corruption will finish even without your presence. It is time to leave the planet.
>[5] Write in

>>2324658
>>[5] Write in
why would we settle for a simple planet when this system is ripe for the taking. Gather the mightiest warriors, and let us prepare.

>>2324704
>Quickly checks back two threads to check what else I said was in the system.

>>2324768
>Karax I is a desolate rock without an atmosphere. It was apparently mined long ago, but all ore was harvested.
>Karax II is a death world with a small population of feral humans on it.
>Karax III is an agriworld and knight world. Knights are provided by the next system over by the forge world they mostly deliver food to.
>Karax IV is a gas giant.

>>2324658
>[3] You will not merely make this world into a Omnissiah worshipping one, you will make it into exemplar, a haven of technology to rival Mars
Definitely the direction I want to go, rather than just "chaos in another flavor"

>>2324658
>[3] You will not merely make this world into a Omnissiah worshipping one, you will make it into exemplar, a haven of technology to rival Mars.

Okay then, writing

"Elizabeth, they will indeed. Karax III will be known as where it all began. We will build great factorums that will double as houses of worship. The smoke of forges will blacken the sky. Every being on this planet will bear the Omnissiah's mechanical gifts, perfectly melded to their flesh. Karax III will grow to eclipse Mars in our most holy technology, this I will decree. This planet will be the home of the True Mechanicus."

"That is wonderful my lord."

"Indeed. Gather the best and brightest the planet has to offer; we must begin construction as soon as possible. When Medusa has secured the Gloria Vulkanus, construction will increase ten-fold."

You retire to the manor to rest, heal, and later construct, while unbeknownst to you, an astropathic message arrives at a hidden facility hidden amongst the empty mines of Karax I...

-------------

"And you're sure of this?" An authority voice asks, heavily distorted.

"Yes my lord. We were not able to get a sample off world, but Interrogator Felark was able to test the water. It reacted corrosively to blessed materials. Not only that, but a few hours ago, there was a massive burst of foul warp energy near where Felark sent his last transmission. I fear the worst."

"And I fear that what you believe is true. I will be traveling to the system personally with a small but elite force. If it is naught but a small threat, we will quash it easily and move on. If it is worse, we will be able to fight them long enough for a larger force to arrive. Glory to the God Emperor."

"Glory to the God Emperor!" The communications cease. "Oh Emperor, I hope the Inquisitor doesn't need to call Exterminatus on the planet. Let's hope warp travel's nice and easy..."

------------------------

It has been three weeks since the fall of the PDF base, and the planet is yours. Pockets of resistance still remain, but those that do have been infiltrated by Kall's gene stealers and will soon fall. Medusa took the Gloria Vulkanus as her own, and your forces landed. Medusa currently speaks with you on what used to be the Malveria estate, but is now the future site of a grand cathedral-factorum.

"So then, about that Tau woman. I've finished a few prototype voice boxes. Well, I didn't. I got Cassi to do it. That Navigator learns so fast. But yeah, one is a pretty normal thing, it has a little chaos in it, but so does everything we make. Another is actually based on a sonic blaster. I call it the Siren's Song. And the third isn't really a voice box, it's just an augment filled with as much energy we could put into a physical object before it can explode. Which should we give to her?" Medusa pulls out her data slate. "And also, how should we focus our first round of production? I mean, everything's being worked on, but it'd probably be a good idea to have one project as a priority."

>[A] Give the tau a normal voice box
>[B] Give her the Sonic voice box
>[C] Give her the warp filled voice box
(cont)

>[1] Rebuild the planetary defense guns
>[2] Build up your ground forces
>[3] Increase your production capacity
>[4] Finish the cathedral
>[5] Focus on yourself and your elite allies

>>2324884
>c
>1
Gotta build up planetary defence

>>2324884
>[A] Give the tau a normal voice box

>[3] Increase your production capacity

Gotta get the might to rebuild before we can actually do anything

>>2324884
>[C]
>[1]

>>2324939
supporting.

>c1

Building up the planetary defense guns and giving the Tau a warp infused voice box. Got it, writing.

"Give the tau the warp infused voice box. She is a minor asset, and it will be interesting to see what the effect is."

"Excellent, I'll tell Cassi to get everything ready. They've been progressing so fast," she gets up to leave. "Oh, and the sorcerer was looking for you. Come by my new workshop later if you want to see the operation in person."

>[1] Go find the sorcerer
>[2] Wait for the tau's operation in order to watch it.
>[3] Go find Elizabeth
>[4] Go check up on your knight
>[5] Write in

>>2325210
>>>[1] Go find the sorcerer

>2
Seeing a being becoming closer to the Omnissiah is inspiring

>>2325210
>[3] Go find Elizabeth
Lets make sure her little bloodlust issue hasn't arisen

>>2325210
>>[2] Wait for the tau's operation in order to watch it.

>>2325210
>[1] Go find the sorcerer

>>2325287
changing vote to this.

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You go in search of your sorcerer. You find him in that was once the Malveria library. Books of family records, of the planet's history, log journals of the original colonists, have been warped into books on daemons, about daemon summoning, about creating machines. They have been turned into books that heave and breathe, books that bite. The sorcerer is reading through one that he has used strong chains to force open.

"Ah, my lord. Is not the power of Chaos wonderful? These once useless and books, rarely read, have become tomes of knowledge about the immaterial."

"Why have you asked for me?" You say, crossing your arms.

"Ah yes. My lord, you are a powerful psyker, or at least have the potential to be one. However, you are untrained. The perils of the warp hover about you. You must receive training. I can do so."

>[1] Yes, train me now
>[2] I am very busy, we may train later.
>[3] Write in

>1
I don't want to die by having my brain explode

>>2325335
>[1] Yes, train me now
Considering WP has been our most used skill id say yes

>>2325335
>>[1] Yes, train me now
But there is a catch! Watch the sorcerer and nom him when he try to doublecross us. Just as planned.

"Good choice my lord. You will not regret expanding your area of expertise. We will need to craft you charms, a staff, many things are needed to make a proper sorcerer out of you. Let us start with a lesson in patience and meditation. We will sit here, doing noting, simply observing the eddies in the warp until we understand it better."

You nod, sit down, and open your mind. Then you wait.

Waiting.

Waiting..

Waiting...

A scream pierces through the manor.

>[1] Go investigate
>[2] Keep waiting.
>[3] Write in

now before I do anything is the wound count 3/18 or 15/18?

>>2325370
>>[1] Go investigate

>>2325372
18/18

>1
with bolter and chainsword in hand

>>2325370
>[2] Keep waiting.
IT IS A TEST

>>2325383
>>2325370
>[2] Might just be the Tau screaming as warp fuckin happens

>>2325370
>1] Go investigate

You break your concentration and run off to find the source of the scream. The sorcerer lets out an annoyed grunt as you leave. You find the source as Medusa's workshop. You see Medusa pointing her laspistol at the tau woman, who is screaming and clawing at her neck. "It hurts! It hurts! Bring me my suit! I need my suit! AHHHHHHHHHH!" You take a peek at her psychically. Around her is a maelstrom of warp energy.

"Medusa, what did you do!"

"Exactly what you told me to do! When she woke up she just started screaming!"

"Well then..."

>[1] "Go get her battle suit. Maybe that will calm her down."
>[2] "Stand back, I'll calm her down with my psychic powers."(wp x 3)
>[3] "Stand back, I'll calm her down." (fel x 3)
>[4] "Stand back, I'm going to pour energy into her body. Let's see how much she can handle."(wp x 3)
>[5] Write in

>5 "shoot her"
And put on a data slate a warp voice box is a bad idea

>>2325465
>>[1] "Go get her battle suit. Maybe that will calm her down."
what is the worst that could happen?

>>2325465
>>2325479

>5: Maintain a psychic conneciton with her and bring her suit, i suspect we will be guiding a metamorphosis.

>>2325487
>>2325465
>5: Maintain a psychic conneciton with her and bring her suit, i suspect we will be guiding a metamorphosis.
Fuck it why not

>>2325487
changing to this

>>2325487
I'll support, sounds interesting

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You keep a steady eye on the tau woman, Shaso or something, you think her name was. "Medusa, fetch her her battle suit. I wish to watch this."

Medusa nervously nods and leaves. You watch the tau woman closely. She claws at her throat and breathes heavily. Her movements are erratic, her eyes discolored. Possible chaos corruption. Good.

Medusa returns a few minutes later, servitors dragging the tau's battle suit, which she commands the servitors to bring over to the tau. The tau looks over the battle suit and nearly rips the platings which open to reveal her seat off. She climbs inside and the plates close behind her. The battle suit shudders to life and then stands as if unsure. It then suddenly spasms as warp energy drives its way into it. The machinery bulges and warps. The paint is peeled off and the metal dyed a dark black, shifting to a bright red, and then chaotically shifting through the entire rainbow. The suit's head, actually just a mounted sensor array that just so happens to look like a head, splits down is center, the upper half rising above the lower half as if on a hinge. Sharp protrusion emerge from both halves, and then a fleshy and tentacle-like tongue.

The suit's limbs become more flesh out, becoming less of mounts for weapons and more like bestial arms, ending in mounted weapons fused into the palms of clawed hands. The new head grows eyes on it, and the entrance to the suit is sealed by a chaos cog symbol growing over it. The creature leans back its head and lets out a beastly screech, triumphant.

"Yes.... I have been blessed by the Omnissiah... given a perfect form suited to war in battle... I will teach them of the greater good... teach them that the Ethereals are false prophets." The new creature snarls.

"So then," you say "Have you seen the light, xenos?"

The creature runs its tongue over ints new teeth "I have indeed. And my name is not xenos. It used to be Shas'O Tenor Vahera. Now? Now I will go by Te'Hara."

"What do you intend to do now then?"

"Soon, I will convert my subordinate. Then, we will serve you, for you are the herald of our true god. After, we will travel to the Tau Empire. All in the Fire Caste will be made to see the light. All in the Earth Caste will converted into forms that suit them, as will the Air and Water Castes. And the Ethereals will kill kill and eat, grinding their bones into dust beneath our perfect forms."

>[1] Go back to your sorcery training
>[2] Speak with Medusa
>[3] Go fetch the other tau right now to convert him
>[4] Speak Te'Hara, get to know of her and her abilities.
>[5] Write in

>1
kept her waiting long enough

>>2325642
>1
Really gotta start mastering our powers

>>2325646
>>2325675
supported.

You leave and make your way back to the library, where the sorcerer waits. "That wasn't very patient of you."

"The tau just became a daemon engine. It was wonderful."

"That's all well and good. Let us get back to meditation then." And then you do so. For several hours."(+1WP)

It is now the next day.

>[1] More sorcery training.
>[2] Go talk to one of your allies(choose one)
>[3] See if you can help speed along any construction
>[4] Write in

>>2325740
>[2] Go talk to one of your allies(choose one)
Lizzyyyy
then
>[3] See if you can help speed along any construction
Lets calibrate the orbital guns

>2 Elizabeth
someone was talking about her bloodlust might be good to see her
then
>3 orbital guns
that seems like a good idea

>>2325740
>go speak with medusa, we have long ignored her and her hard work, at least let us laud some approval upon her.

Truthfully, our other creations and allies are just first drafts.

>>2325740
>go speak with medusa, we have long ignored her and her hard work, at least let us laud some approval upon her.

Rolled 1 (1d2)

1. to go speak with Medusa
2. Go speak with Elizabeth

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You go off to find Medusa. You have not had a good talk with her in awhile. You find her in her new workshop, fiddling with a set of phosphor blasters you recognize as coming from B33p-800P, your Kastellan Robot. "Ah, 101, I'm just working on your robot's weapon's. I have a bit of tech I scavenged that I think I can improve it. What were you looking for?"

"We haven't talked much for awhile. What is happening in your world?"

She puts down her tools. "Well, a few weeks ago, I was living in a space hulk, alone, and had just managed to pull in a good haul of scavenged technology from a mechanicus ship that had warped halfway into the hulk and broken in half. Now, I'm part of something akin to a black crusade, building up a grand cathedral to the Omnissiah. A lot has been happening."

"Well, viewing it from that perspective, I assume it would be quite overwhelming."

"I took over an entire battleship! I worked my way up from idiot technicians to convincing the god damned captain to giving up his soul! I couldn't even picture myself doing that a week ago! Things have moved so fast... Now you have your own followers, you made a girl into an beautiful mechanical angel... What am I to you 101?"

"What do you mean?"

"I started out giving you commands, then we went together onto the ship, then you came down here and you started leading. What am I to you?"

>[1] "You are my servant. You did the Omnissiah's work in freeing me from my chains, and now your purpose is to serve me to advance his will."
>[2] "You are my most important friend and adviser, my second in command. I can trust you like I can't trust others."
>[3] Kiss her
>[4] "You were a stepping stone. Now, you are nothing." Eat her.
>[5] Write in

>2

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>>2325986
>>[4] "You were a stepping stone. Now, you are nothing." Eat her.

>>2325986
2
then
3

this may be a little off topic but didn't we get one WP, making our WP 43? Or am I remembering incorrectly

>>2326040
You did. I just forgot to update the sheet because I am flawed.

thanks. that may come in handy later

>>2326035
Seconding

>>2326035
I'm changing my vote. Its basically the same thing anyways

You lean in close to Medusa "You are the most trusted and close of all the people I have come to know Medusa. There is nobody that knows me better, and nobody I would trust my life to other than you." You kiss her. She kisses back. You both spend the rest of the night with pleasure and sweet chaotic love.

It is later now, in the afterglow. Medusa turns to you. "I haven't augmented myself in quite awhile. I've been thinking its around time to add something new. What do you think?"

>[1] Tell her to stick with some mostly mundane tech, some more arms, mechadendrites , etc.
>[2] Tell her to go through the same daemonic infusion that you did.
>[3] Tell her to get angelic augmentations similar to Elizabeth
>[4] Tell her to get some heavy-duty combat augmentations. The road ahead will be dangerous.
>[5] Write in

>>2326286
>>[2] Tell her to go through the same daemonic infusion that you did.
Spread the love

>4
If I die, I want the successor to be useful in combat

>>2326286
>[2] Tell her to go through the same daemonic infusion that you did.

Robo futa

>>2326419
That would only be an option if you had ended up going pure slaaneshi long ago.

>>2326429
Sadness

But not realy

>>2326286
>>[2] Tell her to go through the same daemonic infusion that you did,

but more carefully and subtly. We dont want to loose her to becoming a warp-spawn, or loosing her mind.

"You should do to yourself as you did to me. Take a daemon inside yourself and consume it."

"You think so?"

"Yes. The power of the warp is truly wonderful. You must take care, however, the daemons of the inbounds aspects are fickle and dangerous. Mental foritude will be required to surivive, and I do not want to lose you."

She gives you a quick peck on the check. "Thank you 101, that really means a lot. I need to go and gather materials." She gets up and throws on her robes. Whoever had helped to first augment her, they had really made sure her augments accented her beauty.

Well, you can't lay in bed all day. Well... actually, you can. But you shouldn't.

>[1] More sorcerer training!
>[2] Go help Medusa with her ritual
>[3] Go check up on one of your allies(choose one)
>[4] Write in

>2
she will be useful

>>2326654
>[2] Go help Medusa with her ritual

>>2326654
>>[2] Go help Medusa with her ritual

>>2326654
>[2] Go help Medusa with her ritual
also summon the sorcerer to help.

You decide to go help Medusa, summoning your sorcerer to help as well. A few hours later, you stand in the manor's former parlor, now a workshop/ritual room. So 101, what type of daemon should we infuse into me? I'm deferring to you; you've been though this before."

>[1] Slaaneshi
>[2] Tzneetchian
>[3] Khornate
>[4] Nurgle
>[5] One of each
>[6] A greater daemon(choose one from above)
>[7] Write in

>>2326734
>[5] One of each
she was our teacher, only fit she learn her own lessons.

>7: instead of rotting corpses for nurgle, please consider that it is an aspect of entropy. Rust.

>>2326734
>>[3] Khornate

>>2326750
support

>>2326734
>[3] Khornate

>>2323117
Just in case my id changes I’m that guy phonepostin. And >>[3] Khornate

>>2326734
>[1] Slaaneshi
I'm all for gaining all aspects as she grows in power like us, but all at once seems like a really bad idea. 101 is apparently a pretty talented psyker, and even he only took two at once.

>>2326734
>[3] Khornate
actually just change my vote to khornate for the sake of breaking any ties, I don't think my other vote is gonna win anyway.

"It would be best to begin with a daemon of the khorne aspect. They are simple, easy to trick and misdirect, and absorbing one will grant you increased strength." She nods and lays down upon the ritual circle.

>[1] Allow the sorcerer to do the summoning
>[2] Assist the sorcerer in summoning(wp)
>[3] Do the summoning yourself(wp x 2)
>[4] Do the summoning yourself, but manipulate it in such a way as to weaken the daemon so Medusa may absorb it easier.(wp x 3)
>[5] Write in

>>2327612
>>[2] Assist the sorcerer in summoning(wp)

>>2327612
>>[4] Do the summoning yourself, but manipulate it in such a way as to weaken the daemon so Medusa may absorb it easier.(wp x 3)

>>2327612
>[4] Do the summoning yourself, but manipulate it in such a way as to weaken the daemon so Medusa may absorb it easier.(wp x 3)

>>2327612
>[4] Do the summoning yourself, but manipulate it in such a way as to weaken the daemon so Medusa may absorb it easier.(wp x 3)

Alright then, give me 3d100

Rolled 46, 33, 76 = 155 (3d100)

>>2327858

Rolled 46, 6, 14 = 66 (3d100)

>>2327858

Rolled 98, 43, 77 = 218 (3d100)

>>2327858

just for future reference, how do you roll around here?

>>2327999
put the following in the options box on the reply window:

dice+xdy

Where x is the number of dice, and y is the die you are rolling.

Rolled 53, 100, 85 = 238 (3d100)

>>2327858

>>2328006
fug

>>2328005
ok
dice+3d100

dice+3d100

I am an idiot lets try this again shall we

Rolled 45, 21, 85 = 151 (3d100)

I misread that again

Rolled 79, 41, 43 = 163 (3d100)

>>2328016
You write dice+3d100 in the options line on top of the text box, not in the text box, like so

Rolled 9, 87, 10 = 106 (3d100)

>>2328016

Medusa drifts off into unconsciousness, and you gather warp power into yourself, and then channel it into her; a lure for a daemon of Khorne. In the energy is feelings of battle, of bloodlust, of death. You let out a trail of it into the immaterial, floating it towards the realm of the blood god aspect. You feel a sudden tug, a daemon taking the bait. The daemon roars past you, and as it does you realize you have made a mistake: you have poured far too much power into the lure, and as the daemon disappears into Medusa's body it it taking the line of energy with it, draining away from you. You pull back, but are unable to hold on as a piece of you it taken away(-1 wp).

Suddenly, the line of energy stops unwinding hard, and the force of the immaterial acceleration drags you forward with great speed, causing you to smash your head against the altar you have set Medusa on(-2 wounds). The sorcerer sighs as you drift off into unconsciousness.

--------------------------

You wake some time later in a bed, what you recognize as the master bedroom, formerly occupied by the old lord, now occupied by you. Your head is pounding. You stand and dress yourself. As you are making your way to the door, the ground suddenly trembles. A few seconds later, a cultists burst through the door. "Lord Herald! The Imperials have come!"

"What are you talking about?"

"Two ships arrived in the system while you were unconscious, and then went into orbit on the opposite side of the planet from the Vult and Vulkanus. They landed several troops at the water processing plant, including space marines in silver armor! They're currently holed up in there."

You growl in frustration "Where is Medusa?" You ask.

"The mistress is still asleep after her, um, infusion. The sorcerer said she's fine, and just needs rest. What are your orders, my lord?"

>[1] "Gather my advisors. We need to work out a plan."
>[2] "Fetch my knight and rally our forces. We will drive them out."
>[3] "Order the Omnissiah Vult and the Gloria Vulkanus to bombard the water treatment plant."
>[4] "Gather up the unfaithful for a mass sacrifice. Let us see how the imperials like a horde of daemons."
>[5] Write in

>2
would do 4 but we just got our asses handed to us by one of them

>>2328125
>>[1] "Gather my advisors. We need to work out a plan."
Our goal here is to make it look like the planet has been purged of heresy, either by hiding the extent of our influence, or more likely capturing every last inquisitor and getting them to send back a "NOTHING TO SEE HERE" message

>>2328308
I never make good ideas. I lend you my vote

>>2328125
>>[1] "Gather my advisors. We need to work out a plan."
With gay knights here summoning daemons would be the stupidest idea in the world.

"Fetch my advisors. Thus issue requires planning." The cultist nods and hurries off. you gather your things, and half an hour later are seated in the dining room alongside your sorcerer, Elizabeth, a hologram of Cassian that they're beaming down from the Omnissiah Vult(Cassian is now sporting a very good looking bionic eye now. It seems their training is going well), the former tau Te'Hara, the genestealer Kall, and skitarii Alpha-001, commander of both your skitarii forces and the PDF that is currently in the process of becoming part of the former.

"This is a dire situation my friends. The Imperium has taken control of the water treatment plant. Not only it is a beautiful perfection of purpose and machinery, but it also supplies the vast majority of the planet's water, as well as being the primary vector of enlightenment. Should the flow of blessed water cease, the populace will become indoctrinated to the imperial cult once again and turn against us. We require solutions; suggest them."

Cassian pipes up "We could also destroy it from orbit. We have a lot of firepower on our ships, and essentially total control of local space. The enemy's ships are constantly fleeing from us."

The sorcerer grunts "While that would kill the enemy, it would also destroy the plant, you idiot. We need it to keep our hold on this planet until it is fully ours. I personally suggest that we reverse the flow at one of the secondary pumps and fill it with as much warp energy as we can. The machinery at the plant would be further corrupted and would likely become animated enough to cause the invaders to flee into our waiting gunfire. I do admit that this would likely damage parts of the plant, though they could be rebuilt."

"We could stage a tactical assault from many angels," A-001 intones. "Skitarii foot soldiers staging a frontal assault, marines using drop pods, genestealers attacking from the sides."

"No, we must show these unbelievers of the Omnissiah's light. If we can convert these heathens to the light, then we will become unstoppable. We will shower upon them the energies of the warp, show them the blood of true believers, show them the truth of the Omnissiah's children."

>[1] Orbital bombardment, damn the consequences
>[2] Overload the water with warp energy
>[3] Tactical Assault
>[4] Attempt to convert the imperials
>[5] Write in

>>2328370
>[2] Overload the water with warp energy
>[5] We also need to capture their ships. Split assault

>2
I want to see gray knight demons by the end of this

>>2328404
They are obviously not drinking the water. They know it's tainted. Loading the water with warp energy is meant to cause the machinery to be possessed by daemons and then attack the invaders.

I thought the guys would get tainted by just staying at the location. There goes my dreams still gonna stick to 2

>>2328370
>[2] Overload the water with warp energy
makes it easier to
>[4] Attempt to convert the imperials

>>2328308
This has my support

>>2328370
>2
Have the sorcerer do this
>4
While we do this
With theach our forces preparedown to Slaughter those that reject us and run out of the plant to retreat or attack.

You decide on having the sorcerer further flood the planet's water with warp energy, meanwhile, you and Elizabeth will attempt convince or "convince", also known as forcefully making them see the truth they have blinded themselves to with false faith, the inquisitorial forces.

"For the record, I'm against trying to convert them. They're the Inquisition. When they send an army, they tend to send an incorruptible one. But you're the boss," the sorcerer complains. "I'll get started on my preparations."

Elizabeth turns to you, excited. "I am so glad you've chosen my plan herald! So, how are we going to go about this? I leave it up to you, my lord."

>[1] You and Elizabeth will enter alone and unhidden. Words, psychic powers, and guile will be enough.
>[2] You and Elizabeth will enter alone and hidden, temporarily hiding your blessed forms.
>[3] You and Elizabeth will approach with an army at your back
>[4] Write in

>By the way, your army is surrounding the water plant no matter what.

>4 show up with the army looking like IG and having us look like officers
The idea is to confuse and show them a "friendly" garrison to sleep, isolated from each other and their weapons, in.

>>2328631
>[2] You and Elizabeth will enter alone and hidden, temporarily hiding your blessed forms.

>>2328631
This>>2328687

>>2328687
>>2328950
Okay then. It'll be (int x 2, wp x 2, fel x 2) to disguise your necessary amount of forces to appear normal. Give me 6d100.

Rolled 47, 61, 71, 42, 35, 38 = 294 (6d100)

>>2329171

Rolled 29, 34, 39, 97, 54, 3 = 256 (6d100)

>>2329171

Rolled 4, 76, 73, 20, 26, 49 = 248 (6d100)

>>2329171

Rolled 46, 5, 47, 22, 5, 50 = 175 (6d100)

>>2329171

Rolled 44, 97, 85, 70, 65, 67 = 428 (6d100)

>>2329171

Well then, I think between you all that is a success. Writing.

You decide that you will go in with a small amount of forces, disguised as guardsmen/PDF soldiers. You gather up as many skitarii as you can who are the least augmented, which proves to be just the right amount, as it appears. You dress them up in the uniforms which you have luckily not recycled yet, and hand each a regulation lasgun. You dress yourself as their commander, weaving an illusion over yourself to appear human aside from a bionic eye, while you disguise Elizabeth as the medic, also weaving an illusion over her. With your forces properly disguised, you set off towards the water treatment facility.

You arrive at the entrance several hours later. The command of "Halt!" rings through the air as several stormtroopers come out of hiding and point their upgraded lasguns at your forces. "You have ten seconds to explain your presence before we open fire on you!"

"I am the first commander of the Karax PDF force! A week ago, our base was attacked by unknown assailants. We were able to retreat the carnage, and since you were occupying our most vital infrastructure, I assumed that you were the same force that attacked us!" You shout, sounding as much like a promoted drill sergeant as possible. The stormtroopers glare at your forces. One pulls out a voxcaster and begins speaking into it. Unnoticed, you are able to listen in to to your psychic powers.

"A group of men claiming to be the remnants of the PDF have just arrived, sir. What are your orders?"

"Are there any visible mutations?"

"There are not, sir. They appear to be properly uniformed, if a bit ragged from spending a few days in the wilderness. Their story about their base getting raided checks out, however."

"Hmm... with what the water is right now, it's not enough to have caused anyone to fall on its own, not truly; it's too weak, merely a catalyst to allow a push to come easier. Take them in, place them into a pseudo quarantine. We will study them for signs of corruption. If they are pure, we may be able to spare this planet exterminatus."

"Understood," the stormtrooper hangs up and activates the bullhorn on his helmet. "Alright then, Inquisitor Valker has decided to allow you access into our temporary base of operations. We have discovered worrying elements on your planet, and are investigating currently. For this reason, you will be quarantined from the rest of our forces until we can determine your purity!"

"We are the purest damn soldiers this side of Holy Terra!" You shout.

"That will be for the Emperor's Watchmen to determine!"

>[1] Push it that you are pure in an attempt to not be quarantined(fel x 3)
>[2] Using your powers, DEMAND that you not be quarantined(wp x 4)
>[3] Kill them now and quickly, before they can radio back(bs x 4)
>[4] Force daemonic energy into them, corrupt them here and now.(wp x 6)
>[5] Write in

>>2330010
>>[4] Force daemonic energy into them, corrupt them here and now.(wp x 6)

>>2330010
>[5]
go through with the quarantine.
should be easier to corrupt once inside

>>2328631
>[3] You and Elizabeth will approach with an army at your back

>>2328687
That wont work since they alredy know this world has fallen so they would just purge everyone

>>2330010
>>[4] Force daemonic energy into them, corrupt them here and now.(wp x 6)

>>2330010
this >>2330022

>>2330010
>4] Force daemonic energy into them, corrupt them here and now.(wp x 6)

It seems that 4 is the choice. Give me 6d100

Rolled 84, 76, 49, 44, 5, 90 = 348 (6d100)

>>2330478

Rolled 40, 12, 36, 4, 66, 95 = 253 (6d100)

>>2330478

Rolled 42, 45, 46, 18, 51, 54 = 256 (6d100)

Rolled 7, 90, 84, 13, 3, 44 = 241 (6d100)

>>2330478

Rolled 69, 25, 62, 72, 78, 90 = 396 (6d100)

>>2330478

Rolled 92, 42, 68, 16, 44, 78 = 340 (6d100)

>>2330478

Okay then, 5/6 successes, pretty good. Writing.

As the stormtroopers make ready to escort you, you strike, manifesting tendrils of warp energy and impaling each of the inquisitorial soldiers. They stumble, crumple, and clutch their chests and heads in pain, the power of the warp coursing through them. Two of the stormtroopers expand, their flesh bulging and warping, spikes and horns and limbs bulging out at random angles, their minds descending into a simplistic madness as they become chaos spawn, quickly eating a few stormtroopers who had begun to fight off the corruption.

A group of other stormtroopers rip off their their armor and, using sharpened fingers and combat knives, carve either the star of chaos or the chaos cog into their chests. These converts then pounce on a group that had been fighting the corruption, some ripping into them while others violently and passionately kiss the unconverted, forcing more corruption into their beings.

One of the stormtroopers who had been bearing a larger amount of cybernetics than his fellows spasms, his cybernetics growing out of him and divining back in, his bionic eye growing over his face as his warping body eats his lasgun. Wings of twisted metal and bone sprout from his back as he screams, his engorged cybernetic eye overtaking his face and letting a beam of energy out into the sky. He collapses to his knees as the chaos cog burns into his chest, muttering praises to the Omnissiah and his herald.

It seems you have got them all, and you don't believe that any were able to use their voxcaster for help. It unfortunate that a few became chaos spawn, and some others are too mutated to pass for themselves anymore, but you've dealt with them at least.

>[1] Attack the inquisitorial forces now.
>[2] Disguise those of your converted stormtroopers as you can, and have them lead you to the inquisition camp(wp x 2, fel)
>[3] Leave behind the majority of your forces and disguise yourself, Elizabeth, and a few others as stormtroopers(wp, fel x 2)
>[4] Send the few stormtroopers who remain disguise-able or else un-mutated to not appear corrupted back to the inquisitorial base with a story that they'd been attacked by something(choose cultists, daemons, gene stealers, or whatever you can think of.)
>[5] Write in

>2
chaos spawn gray knights close enough to gray knight demons. gotta keep this hidden game going

>>2330711
>[2] Disguise those of your converted stormtroopers as you can, and have them lead you to the inquisition camp(wp x 2, fel)
ere we go

>>2330711
>[2] Disguise those of your converted stormtroopers as you can, and have them lead you to the inquisition camp(wp x 2, fel)

Give me 3d100

Rolled 21, 16, 22 = 59 (3d100)

flawless victory

Rolled 9, 61, 29 = 99 (3d100)

>>2330893

>>2330899
flawless victory would be all 1s

I was the one who messed up the dice command 3 times, close enough for me

Rolled 99, 87, 58 = 244 (3d100)

>>2330890

Rolled 41, 47, 55 = 143 (3d100)

>>2330890

Rolled 69, 86, 20 = 175 (3d100)

>>2330890

Choosing the select stormtroopers who can still pass for normal, as well as a few of your own skitarii who have done well with infiltration, you cast the necessary illusions over them and shoo your new chaos spawn into the shadows, and lead your troops disguised as PDF soldiers into the facility, arriving a few minutes later into the inquisitorial camp, where you are confronted by a cloaked man flanked by two massive space marines in silvery armor.

"Ah, captain, I see you have returned with the PDF forces. I believe I ordered you to quarantine them?"

"Sir. I distinctly remember that your order was to take them to our camp."

"I said no such thing," the man strokes his chin. "It may be possible the enemy is interfering with our communications." He glares directly at you. "Commander, after you have your men situated, you are to report to me for interrogation." The man turns and walks away, the space marines following. As he leaves, you can hear him say "Watch those stormtroopers."

As you lead your troops to a large storeroom to hunker down in, you receive a psychic signal, a barely perceptible ping, ever so slightly different from the background noise of the warp. The sorcerer has completed the task, and the tainted waters are ready to flow at your command, at which point the pipes and machinery, even the water itself, will animate and attack those who do not worship the omnissiah or chaos.

>[1] Report to the inquisitor for interrogation
>[2] "Get lost" and go find the rest of the stormtroopers
>[3] "Get lost" and go find the space marines
>[4] Signal the sorcerer to activate the pipes
>[5] write in

>4
flood the entire place, our group will get out as fast as possible

>>2330972

>[1] Report to the inquisitor for interrogation

>>2330972
>>[4] Signal the sorcerer to activate the pipes
and then
>[1] Report to the inquisitor for interrogation

>>2331007
I like this anon here "why not both." you have my vote

>>2331007
So basically it's
>[5] be next to the inquisitor when all hell breaks loose
?

>>2331034
probably, or hell breaks loose then find him weakened

Okay, it seems the decision is to set off the water trap while you talk to the inquisitor. Writing.

You return a specific series of pings to your sorcerer. He knows when to activate the water. You make your way to the inquisitor. Along the way, it appears that you acquire a pair of grey armored astartes escorts. They usher you into the inquisitor's office, a former storage room. The marines station themselves on either side of the door, and allow you in.

The inquisitor sits at a makeshift desk, looking over a collection of documents. His face is still hidden beneath his hood. He gestures you to sit, which you do, and removes the hood, revealing a sharp face with a long nose, a large burn on the far right side of his face.

"Commander, this planet has been tainted by the forces of Chaos. You of course do not know of the dangers of chaos. A foolish practice of course, keeping the populace ignorant of their greatest threat, but it has its reasons. However, the taint is only skin deep. With selective purging and an occupation by the Ecclisiarchy, this planet could be safely returned from the fold. However commander, you are not what you say you are. What are you then?"

>[1] "I am a servant of the Omnissiah!" As the pipes burst around you, devour him with your chest-mouth.(ag, ws x 2)
>[2] "I am your master!" As the pipes burst around you, dominate his mind.(wp x 6)
>[3] "Wh-what do you mean my lord? I have served the planet and the imperium as faithfully as I can for my entire life." There is still time yet until the pipes shall burst(fel x 4)
>[4] "My lord, I do know some things of Chaos. My men discovered a cult some months ago, and recovered certain documents, which I have researched extensively in order to understand further cults that may emerge." Keep him talking, lure him into deeper conversation about the nature of chaos. It will lower his guard and make corruption easier. There is still some time until the pipes burst(fel x 4)
>[5] Write in

>>2331220
>[2] "I am your master!" As the pipes burst around you, dominate his mind.(wp x 6)

>>2331220
>1] "I am a servant of the Omnissiah!" As the pipes burst around you, devour him with your chest-mouth.(ag, ws x 2)
This feels more in character

>>2331446
I am legitimately curious as to how the various people in this view 101's character

>>2331220
>>2331446
>1] "I am a servant of the Omnissiah!" As the pipes burst around you, devour him with your chest-mouth.(ag, ws x 2)
i agree.
>>2331495
I see 101 as a fervent worshipper of the omnissiah and everything he does is in aid of making his religion grow. This explains some of the character actions such as making elizabeth as a herald to spread the faith and eating the inquisitor as 101 sees him as a herald of atheism and all the mechanicus hates.It also explains why we aren't full chaos as we care for medusa and actual humans where a full chaos man would either corrupt or kill everything.

>1
grab some popcorn, this is gonna get good

>>2331644
>[1] "I am a servant of the Omnissiah!" As the pipes burst around you, devour him with your chest-mouth.(ag, ws x 2)

fuck, here we go. to me 101 is a guy who has been swept up in the sensation of life after not having one. He really, really believes everything medusa told him, and despite all thats happened, its sort of his naive blindspot.

>>2331220
>1] "I am a servant of the Omnissiah!" As the pipes burst around you, devour him with your chest-mouth.(ag, ws x 2)

Alright then, [1] it is. Give me 3d100.

Rolled 6, 68, 42 = 116 (3d100)

>>2331809

Rolled 89, 72, 8 = 169 (3d100)

>>2331809

Rolled 50, 57, 68 = 175 (3d100)

>>2331809

Rolled 1, 85, 73 = 159 (3d100)

>>2331809
>subtlety
>us
>ever
we're more khorne than tzeentch it seems

>>2331915
Mate we tricked our way into a private room with the enemy commander.A khornate would have just marched on this place.

>>2331917
and what're we doing with it? we're just gonna eat him. Now the inquisition will certainly know there's some corruption afoot

>>2331919
They already know shit was going on or the gay knights wouldn't have turned up if tzeench daemons did nothing but scheme all the time he would be pointless.Tzeench's entire schtick is that you trick your enemies to further your own goals and tricking them to allow us in is helping our goals by making the enemy leaderless before we krump them.For fucks sake Tzeench's owns the most chaos horrors which are about the least subtle thing you can think of.Slaanesh is the one who manipulates with all of its daemons that prioritise in seducing and convincing the enemy to their side.

>>2331915
Praise the Omnissiah, a 1! I will never understand how you guys are so damn lucky. Writing.

The entire facility rumbles as corrupted water is pumped in. Metal groans, and you hear pipes burst. Screaming can be heard from some ways away. "Dear inquisitor, you are correct. I am not a commander of the planet's PDF, I am the Herald of the Omnissiah, ruler of this planet. And you? You are meat!" You lunge forward before the inquisitor has time to draw his gun, knocking him to the floor, dispelling your illusion, and opening the consuming maw that rests on your gut. The biomechancial tongue lashes out and wraps its way around the inquisitor before dragging him inside. The inquisitor screams as he is drawn in and consumed, his last breath used to mutter a feeble prayer to the Emperor. Your maw slams shut, and you rub your belly.

But then, you are hit by a wave of cramps. Damn! Did the inquisitor have a grenade on him? No, wait... this is not the pain of death; this pain is similar to that of gaining a new cybernetic part or power. You shudder as your armor and skin shimmers and seems to turn inside out, as your form compresses and as your cloak shifts color. A rush of faint memories enters your mind. The inquisitor's name was Farfel, he was born on Terra, his access code is 8X45-YHn62.686.

The tremors within you stop, giving a chance to look over yourself. You appear to be an exact copy of Inquisitor Farfel of the Ordo Malleus, and posses the necessary knowledge to impersonate him and to accesses his locked up secrets. You somehow know that you could throw off this disguise in an instant, but by doing that you would loose the ability to take on his form.

>You now have the ability to access the memories and take on the form of the last person you ate.

>[1] Take control of the inquisitor's troops and order their surrender(fel x 2)
>[2] Take control of the inquisitor's troops and order them to retreat as you retreat to his ship.
>[3] Leave the majority on the inquisitor's troops to be killed or captured as you retreat to his ship.
>[4] Rally the inquisitor's troops, but then attack them from behind as they attempt to face off against to facility that rebels against them.

>>2331986
>>[5] Take control of the inquisitor's troops and convert them (fel x ???)

>>2331994
They're a bit busy fighting off malicious machinery and animate daemon water to listen to your evangelical sermon, but you could try to pump them full of warp energy.(though that's a lot of people to do, and some of them are grey knights)

>>2331986
>[1] Take control of the inquisitor's troops and order their surrender(fel x 2)

>>2331986
>>[5] Give bad tactical advice to the inquisitors troops, get them killed without making it obvious
>>[3] Leave the majority on the inquisitor's troops to be killed or captured as you retreat to his ship.

>>2331986
this >>2332015

>>2332015
Hopefully if things go our way we can report to the Imperium that this planet is under quarantine and should be left alone indefinitely or something.

>>2332036
That is a perfect plan, we can report that we've got the situation in hand, we're just going to conduct a years-long cleansing campaign to make sure we're 100% non-heretical

>>2332015
support

This is a perfect opportunity to get aboard the inquisitor's ship. You burst from the inquisitor's office an run towards where you know he had set up a teleportation device for a quick retreat. As you run, you see inquisitorial forces get wrapped up and eaten by animated cables, see their bodies stuffed and warped by animated tendrils of water, and see some become corrupted and enlightened as their forms are baptized with the waters. As you make your way to the teleporter, you pick up the corrupted stormtroopers from earlier as tagalongs, as well as, unfortunately, two grey knights.

You soon reach the teleportation pad. "Inquisitor! We are leaving too soon! Our battle brother's are still fighting, and we have yet to arm the sacred bomb!" One of the grey knights shouts.

>[1] "This operation is lost, we must retreat now or those in orbit will be unable to know exactly what has happened."(fel x 2)
>[2] Command your troops to open fire on the grey knights, and do so yourself(bs x 2)
>[3] Flood the grey knights with warp energy in an attempt to corrupt them(wp x 6)
>[4] Write in

>>2332119
>>[1] "This operation is lost, we must retreat now or those in orbit will be unable to know exactly what has happened."(fel x 2)
Can't break our cover just yet.

>>2332119
>[4] Write in
Tell them to go arm the bomb while we >[1]

>>2332124
>Also I need you two to stay behind and guard the teleporter. We can't let the Heretics off world.

>>2332133
Also works.

>>2332119
Tell them to go arm the bomb while we
Il bombard around the place

>>2332136
support

"Do your duty then," You say. The grey knights nod and hurry off. You step into the teleporter with your corrupted troops and take a quick trip through the warp and into Farfel's ship.

"Ah! Inquisitor Farfel, why are you back so soon?" A worried acolyte asks.

>[1] "The Grey Knights have betrayed us and the Emperor. Open fire upon their ship."(fel)
>[2] "I am retiring to my chambers while our forces on the ground finish their investigation. Give me a few hours rest, if you please."
>[3] "I have learned that heretics have infiltrated my retinue. I know that you are innocent, and you must help me exterminate the traitors on this ship."(fel x 2)
>[4] Write in

>>2332291
>[4] Write in
Shoot the fuck out of the inquisition troops on the ground.
We need to kill the gay knights before they set off a bomb.
Use the reasoning that orbital bombardment is needed to kill the heretics and the men on the ground are giving their lives for the emprah

>>2332320
You do realize that orbital bombarding the water facility treatment would be only slightly less damage than it being blown up, right? I mean, the difference is basically between rubble and a crater, but details.

>>2332377
oh good.
i was scared it was an quake bomb or some other planet cracker

>>2332291
>[3] "I have learned that heretics have infiltrated my retinue. I know that you are innocent, and you must help me exterminate the traitors on this ship."(fel x 2)
This then

>>2332433
Yeah, the Inquisitor would rather not lose an agri-world, because the loss of the agri-world would likely cause the starvation of a forge world and a shrine world. Easier to find the corrupting element, surgically remove it, and then let the Ecclesiarchy go nuts on it, then get the Mechanicus repair what was damaged.

>>2332291
>[3] "I have learned that heretics have infiltrated my retinue. I know that you are innocent, and you must help me exterminate the traitors on this ship."(fel x 2)

give me 2d100

Rolled 47, 42 = 89 (2d100)

>>2332626

Rolled 16, 69 = 85 (2d100)

>>2332626

Rolled 30, 56 = 86 (2d100)

>>2332626

Rolled 50, 2 = 52 (2d100)

"Acolyte, I have dire news. There are traitors and heretics on board this vessel. They have a hand in all of this, scheming worshippers of Tzneetch as they are. The most dire part is that the list of those still loyal may fit on a single page, while those of vile nature compose nearly all crewmen and most of my acolytes. You, I know you are loyal, as are the men behind me. We must locate those I know to be loyal on this ship, secure vital systems, and ultimately purge all heresy from the vessel. Ready your weapon, and follow me." The acolyte salutes, and puts his hand on his pistol.

>[1] Make your way to the life support systems. You could vent the air from many spots, or flood the air and water with warp energy.
>[2] Make your way to the bridge.
>[3] Make your way towards Farfel's vaults. You know he had some... interesting things in there.
>[4] Corrupt this acolyte, then wind your way through the ship, corrupting or killing everyone you encounter.(wp x 4)
>[5] Write in

>2
I have a plan and it involves crashing this thing into the other ship

>>2332901
Just so you know, in case I haven't mentioned it, the other ship is the Grey Knight's ship. It's smaller than the inquisitor's.

>>2332903
I already knew its was the grey knights, I didn't know we got on the bigger ship, this is gonna get fun

>>2332897
>>[1] Make your way to the life support systems. You could vent the air from many spots, or flood the air and water with warp energy.

>>2332944
this is the second time this battle that we're gonna try to fill the imperium's water with warp. I think this will become our signature move.

>>2332897
>1] Make your way to the life support systems. You could vent the air from many spots, or flood the air and water with warp energy.

You decide to make your way to the life support systems. As you move through the halls, you randomly pick a few people you pass as "loyalists" and execute the rest as "traitors". You encounter little resistance, and why would you? You wear the face on an inquisitor; few can question your orders right now.

You enter into the life support chambers and execute the attending tech priest. Though you would have preferred to convert one who was so close yet so far from the Omnissiah's teachings, it would have taken time you simply do not possess, and he would have realized what you were doing.

A psychic pain briefly travels across your brain: the grey knights have detonated their bomb in the water treatment facility. The facility is a crater now. Damn, the blessed waters were one of the main things keeping the population of Karax III complacent. You will need to speed up evangelizing and converting when you return. But that's later, now you have to decide what to do with the life support systems.

>[1] Flood the air with corrupting warp particles(wp x 4, int)
>[2] Flood the air with one of the Plague Father aspect's creations. A bout of unstoppable daemonic rust will consume the ship.(wp x 2, int)
>[3] Vent the oxygen from several populated chambers, kill the crew.(int x 2)
>[4] Destroy the life support systems, make it look like an accident and cause those that can to abandon ship(int x 2)
>[5] Write in

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>>2333299
>1
We should always try to give people a chance to see the light of the Omnissiah. Our mission is to spread the good word, not mindless slaughter.

>>2333299
>>[1] Flood the air with corrupting warp particles(wp x 4, int)

Two ships? There is nothing stopping us from orbitally killing the grey knights now. they are more trouble than they are worth.

>>2333371
>>2333452
Give me 5d100

Rolled 28, 87, 56, 33, 6 = 210 (5d100)

Rolled 9, 63, 77, 72, 97 = 318 (5d100)

>>2333454

Rolled 48, 69, 88, 22, 86 = 313 (5d100)

>>2333454

Rolled 88, 53, 94, 8, 91 = 334 (5d100)

>>2333454

3/5 successes. Writing.

You jam your hand into the life support machine and being to pump warp energy through it. The machine spirit within almost instantly converts, welcoming the true blessings onto itself and allowing the chaotic particles to drift through the ventilation system. It lets out a blast of those particles right into your own room, actually.

The acolytes and crewmen you had collected along the way nearly all fall to the ground writhing. A several of them twist and warp, losing their minds and bodies and becoming chaos spawn. A few more shudder as daemons enter into their empty shells, possessing their bodies and warping their forms. One simply explodes in a shower of gore. One is able to kill himself before the blessings take hold. Depressingly few of them drop to their knees shouting "Hail the Omnissiah!" or even something for one of the aspects. All in all, it seems only 20% of the people with you, not counting yours already corrupted stormtroopers, converted, while the rest were warped into chaos spawn or possessed.

Damn, you must have mixed up how much power to use. Still, the ship will essentially be yours within the next hour, if a little filled with rampaging chaos spawn and possessed.

>[1] Make your way to the bridge.
>[2] Make your way to the inquisitor's vaults.
>[3] Interface more with the machine spirits, see if you can convert them all in one go.(fel x 2, wp x 4)
>[4] Write in

>>2334022
>[1] Make your way to the bridge.
We can search the ship at any time gay knights need to die first

>>2334022
>[1] Make your way to the bridge.
We can convert the spirits after

>>2334022
>[3] Interface more with the machine spirits, see if you can convert them all in one go.(fel x 2, wp x 4)

>>2334022
>>[1] Make your way to the bridge.

You leave the life support and make your way to there bridge, breathing in air laced with the blessings of the Omnissiah. Mmmm... you need to get some of this in an incense later. As You make your way through the ship, you hear the sounds of those who resisted the blessings of the Omnissiah as those that did not devour them. Some converts fall in line behind you; even disguised, the faithful can recognize their herald. A tech priest runs circles around you, shouting "I have seen the light! The Omnissiah resides deep within the warp! Soon he will arise and all shall know and fear and worship him!" It feels good to have taken a lost lamb into the fold. You arrive at the bridge, and as you are about to enter, you are hit by a premonition that causes you to dive to the side as bolter rounds rip through the door and mow down the new worshipers behind you.

The door opens, and you can see two grey knight's and the ship's navigator, a squat man with a toad-like visage, his third eye almost completely concealed by a roll of fat. "Foul heretic! You take the skin of a loyal servant of the Emperor and use it to spread Chaos upon the unsuspecting! Repent now, and we will grant you a quick death!"

>[1] Claim that you are no imposter, and that you are still searching for those that are loyal(fel x 4)
>[2] Dive into the room guns blazing(ag, bs x 3)
>[3] Fire bolts of warp flame at them(wp x 4)
>[4] Channel energy into the navigator, try to get him possessed by a daemon.(wp x 4)
>[5] Write in

>>2334640
>[4] Channel energy into the navigator, try to get him possessed by a daemon.(wp x 4)
Do this and leg it

>>2334640
>5 throw the mooks behind us at the knights while pumping the navigator full of warp
We will take this ship, we will crash into the gray knight ship and it will be gun

>>2334640
>[4] Channel energy into the navigator, try to get him possessed by a daemon.(wp x 4)

>>2334659
>>2334770
Warp shenanigans it is. Give me 4d100

Rolled 38, 95, 3, 17 = 153 (4d100)

Rolled 10, 46, 23, 85 = 164 (4d100)

>>2334818

Rolled 15, 39, 3, 62 = 119 (4d100)

>>2334818

Rolled 90, 36, 11, 56 = 193 (4d100)

>>2334818

You force warp energy into the navigator's skull. He screams and bloats as a daemon senses an opportunity and enters his form. His body bloats and his flesh warps as a daemon of the plague father aspect enters his form and knocks a surprised grey knight off his feet. The other marine, turns his gun towards the daemon.

>[1] Open fire on the foolish knight who turned his back(bs x 2)
>[2] Lunge at the knight who turned his back(ag, ws x 2)
>[3] Finish off the downed grey knight(bsx2)
>[4] Pump daemon energy into one of the knights to corrupt him(wp x 5)
>[5] Write in

>1

>>2335112
>3] Finish off the downed grey knight(bsx2)

>>2335112
>>[1] Open fire on the foolish knight who turned his back(bs x 2)