The Black Reaches (DW) - OOC

[Cryptix]

Because I have no idea what else to do with this thread, it's roll call and questions time!!!!!!!one!!!!!

 

We have 4 spots left for anyone wanting to join. So far we have an Iron Hands techmarine...I think...and a Sister of Battle Heirophant who's attached to this particular squad.

 

[Morovir]

Iron Hands Apothecary. Will have character sheet up soon, was away last week without books.

[Servant of Dante]

Sister Superior Inellia of the Order of the Valorous Heart reporting by order of Inquisitor + Redacted + of the Ordo Hereticus.

Edit: How exactly do you want to handle dice rolling?

Iron Hands Apothecary. Will have character sheet up soon, was away last week without books.

So when someone hurts their arm are you just going to chop it off and replace it with a bionic?

"Stop! I just scraped my skin, and I want some disinfectant!"

"The flesh is weak. I shall amputate."

Here is the up to date version of my character sheet, along with the Talent summary I have prepared for my own sanity. The only thing not on there is the table for damage to her armour's power supply. It will only come up if I take critical damage to the Body from behind.

The image sizes are kinda weird. Do you want all of my character information typed out in a post Cryptix?

Character Sheet

Hidden Content

Talent Summary

Hidden Content

[Morovir]

It depends if they are worthy of a bionic. Amputation shall occur either way.

[Servant of Dante]

It depends if they are worthy of a bionic. Amputation shall occur either way.

Hum. How do you feel about Inellia's shiny new bionic left forearm and hand? Her Inquisitorial badge of office is a metal disk (since the book said I got to choose what it looked like), and it snaps into the bionic palm.

 

It's not listed on the character sheet since it was just part of her background, and I'm just assuming it's standard quality.

[Morovir]

You're getting there...

 

"​STATEMENT: YOUR RIGHT ARM IS FALLIBLE FLESH. INTERROGATIVE: WOULD YOU PREFER IT REPLACED?"

[Cryptix]

Images are okay, though I'd prefer a PDF or Excel sheet. And dice rolling goes through Orokos: When you roll something, post the link.

[Morovir]

Will do.

[Servant of Dante]

Images are okay, though I'd prefer a PDF or Excel sheet. And dice rolling goes through Orokos: When you roll something, post the link.

I'll look into creating an accounto on Orokos I guess.

 

How would I give an Excel spreadsheet to you? I'm fine with doing the work to get it all in a spreadsheet, but I don't know how to share such a file.

 

You're getting there...

 

"​STATEMENT: YOUR RIGHT ARM IS FALLIBLE FLESH. INTERROGATIVE: WOULD YOU PREFER IT REPLACED?"

"That is my Bolter arm. It would be an affront to the Emperor to fire such a holy weapon with mere metal. The flesh of one of His faithful is much more appropriate."

[Morovir]

 

You're getting there...

 

"​STATEMENT: YOUR RIGHT ARM IS FALLIBLE FLESH. INTERROGATIVE: WOULD YOU PREFER IT REPLACED?"

"That is my Bolter arm. It would be an affront to the Emperor to fire such a holy weapon with mere metal. The flesh of one of His faithful is much more appropriate."

 

 

"RESPONSE: VERY WELL, BUT DO NOT BLAME ME WHEN IT FAILS IN BATTLE."

[Servant of Dante]

 

 

You're getting there...

 

"​STATEMENT: YOUR RIGHT ARM IS FALLIBLE FLESH. INTERROGATIVE: WOULD YOU PREFER IT REPLACED?"

"That is my Bolter arm. It would be an affront to the Emperor to fire such a holy weapon with mere metal. The flesh of one of His faithful is much more appropriate."

 

 

"RESPONSE: VERY WELL, BUT DO NOT BLAME ME WHEN IT FAILS IN BATTLE."

 

The Emperor is my Strength and my Shield, and I shall not falter in my duty, even unto death.

[Morovir]

"RESPONSE: WE SHALL SEE."

[reckoning]

You're getting there...

 

"​STATEMENT: YOUR RIGHT ARM IS FALLIBLE FLESH. INTERROGATIVE: WOULD YOU PREFER IT REPLACED?"

 

HK-47 immediately popped in my head. Bravo!

[Cryptix]

@Dante

Two ways to do it

 

Way 1:

1. Create the spreadsheet in google sheets

2. Open google drive

3. Right click on the google drive spreadsheet, there should be a "get shareable link" option
4. Click sharing settings, make sure it's set to "anyone can view"

5. Copy and paste the link here

 

Way 2:

1. Create the spreadsheet in google sheets

2. Open google drive

3. Right click on the google drive spreadsheet, there should be a "share.." option

4. In the people section put this email: sabretheblade@gmail.com

 

Also why do I get the feeling that Morovir and Dante's characters will be bickering non-stop?

[Servant of Dante]

@Dante

Two ways to do it

 

Way 1:

1. Create the spreadsheet in google sheets

2. Open google drive

3. Right click on the google drive spreadsheet, there should be a "get shareable link" option

4. Click sharing settings, make sure it's set to "anyone can view"

5. Copy and paste the link here

 

Way 2:

1. Create the spreadsheet in google sheets

2. Open google drive

3. Right click on the google drive spreadsheet, there should be a "share.." option

4. In the people section put this email: sabretheblade@gmail.com

 

Also why do I get the feeling that Morovir and Dante's characters will be bickering non-stop?

OK. I'll look into that stuff now. Sorry for not getting back sooner.

 

Incidentally, how deadly do you think this campaign will be? I'm going to be completely honest: I have put so much time into Inellia and I am interested in continuing to explore her character in the future. If you think there's a good chance I'm going to get her killed during this campaign, I think I'd like to roll up a Blood Angel to use instead (possibly a Librarian . . .).

 

Also, it's been mentioned to me that my bolt gun may not be up to the task at hand, and that I should ask about getting something more similar in stats to an Astartes weapon.

 

And about the arguing: it's seems rather superficial right now. I think they'll learn to get along. In her 40 years with the Ordo Hereticus I'm sure Inellia has dealt with her share of the Emperor's Angels of Death.

 

Edit: I'm going to wait on transferring Inellia into a spreadsheet until I'm sure I'll be running her.

[Morovir]

Character sheet up:

https://drive.google.com/drive/folders/0B6x_fld1y-ngMXFQNUxrVV9qd3M

Will work more on background soon.

Hopefully this link works.

P.S. Drive also has the rolls I made to generate this character.

[Servant of Dante]

Well I realized that this game has Fate Points, so if I really get myself in a bind I can burn one of those to avoid dying. Not something I'm used to thinking about. I'm going to go do that google docs thing.

 

"RESPONSE: WE SHALL SEE."

You must only have faith in the Emperor.

[Servant of Dante]

But I was looking at Morovir's character, and he has 22 damage soak on his Body, and I have . . . 12. That's a major difference. And he has more Wounds than me. I'm not complaining, I'm just saying it might be a bad idea for me to play a non-Astartes character. I feel like I'm liable to get hit once or twice and be in Critical Damage.

[Cryptix]

Don't worry, you'll always have some meatshields with you.

[Servant of Dante]

Don't worry, you'll always have some meatshields with you.

Cool! Now if only I had invested more in to Command stuff . . . but that's just not Inellia's style. Hopefully there will some heretics to Interrogate. Still pretty proud of that 108.

 

And, I'd like to know the ages of the Space Marines if they wish to share. It's possible Inellia will be older than one of them. She is 63. She'll probably have more Inquisitorial experience then them (she's been with the Ordo Hereticus for about four decades)

[Servant of Dante]

Well, here it is. The formatting isn't as pretty as in the original Excel file on the desktop version of the program, but it works.

 

Since I'm being paranoid about people being able to see my normal email address, I have created servantofdante@gmail.com in fact, I'm fine with anyone contacting me through that email, since it is not at all connected with my "real life", although I'm not sure if I'll check it often. Just PM me. Anyway, I'm rather pleased with myself.

 

And Cryptix, I'm assuming I will have access to lighter, more covert equipment if I need to walk around without screaming "Imperial Agent"? That might be helpfull, since a Space Marine is going to stick out like a sore thumb no matter what they do to blend in. Granted, Inellia is Albino, so she will stick out, but not in a way that makes it obvious she is not a more or less normal Void Born, if you know what I mean. She could even disguise herself as an IG Sergant or Platoon Commander if she needed to (but she is only Trained in the Command skill).

 

https://drive.google.com/open?id=0B6I7dUBoJLwfRlhwS2dvYlplMDA

 

As for rolls, Cryptix did most of them, and I did a few (like starting Insanity and Corruption (which I converted to Insanity)). The ones I did where done with physical dice, so I guess it's just the honor system on those. I promise I didn't cheat or re-roll anything.

 

And since I don't think I've shared this outside of a PM, here's my background. The most important thing to remember is that her Charmed trait is NOT her unconsciously channeling the warp. It is the Emperor's grace. It's really stupid to think ALL void born humans unconsciously channel the warp anyway, in my opinion.

 

Well, I should really go work on applying those washes to those models. SO CLOSE TO FINISHING, YET SO FAR!

 

     The girl who would become Sister Inellia was born deep in the bowels of a cruiser of Battlefleet Bakka in the Segmentum Tempestus. Her parents where two amongst tens of thousands of crewman native to the ship, born within its hull and invisible to the great men and women who ruled their lives and commanded their fate. Her tremendously pale skin and pink eyes marked her as an albino, not entirely uncommon aboard the ship of her birth, where she lived as normal a life as any child ever does aboard an Imperial Navy vessel.

     It was not the simple news of new arrivals that had caught the attention of the girl, now thirteen years old. Thousands of troops and other personal came and went every day that the ship was in realspace. No, it was who these new arrivals where that had piqued her interest. It seemed that over five hundred Sisters of the Adepta Sororitas had taken up residence in one of the ship’s many barracks for transport from one warzone to another.

     At first, the news of the Battle Sisters arrival was no more than a curiosity to the girl, but as the days passed she thought of them more and more. She had no idea what they looked like, and had heard only vague and fanciful tales of the deeds of the Emperor’s most faithful servants. The pull toward these righteous protectors of mankind grew in the girl’s mind daily. Finally, one night, or rather, during one of the shifts when the group of habs in which she lived was darkened, the girl pried open a large ventilation panel in a corridor and began to climb her way up from the depths of the ship.

     It was twelve hours later when she arrived at an air vent that looked into barracks where the Battle Sisters where quartered. She sat behind the large grate and watched the Sisters. At first, they seemed not to notice her, but as the hours passed they began to take note. Some frowned or glared at the girl, while a few smiled. Eventually, she fell asleep where she sat.

     The next day, a few of the Sisters spoke to her. They where kind to the girl, curious as to why she was sitting behind the grate. One even gave her a portion of her simple lunch. When it was once again time to begin the night cycle that portion of the ship, a woman with a scarred face and a bionic eye came to the girl. She introduced herself as a Palatine of the Order of the Valorous Heart, and asked why the girl was here. The girl said that she had to go with the Sisters when they left the ship. The Palatine smiled and asked why she had to go with them. The girl told her that it was because she knew that it was the Emperor’s will that she follow the Sisters. After staring into the girl’s eyes for an eternity, the Palatine removed the grate and wordlessly ushered the girl to a vacant bunk in the barracks.

 

     A few months later, when the Sisters returned to Celestine VII, the girl was inducted into the Order of the Valorous Heart as a Novice. She took the name of Inellia, one of the Sisters martyred in silence before the blinded eyes of Saint Lucia before her death. Despite being several years behind the other Novices of her age, Inellia progressed admirably through her training, showing a sharp intellect, and a natural aptitude for the use of a Boltgun.

     Besides her martial training, Inellia studied the Imperial Creed in great depth, and spent hours rehearsing hymns to the Emperor with the other Novices. She was content, and her tutors where quite impressed with her progress. Inellia was received fully into the Sisterhood, swearing her holy vows to the Emperor and her Canoness at the age of twenty-two. Then, an Inquisitor came calling.

     He was of the Ordo Hereticus, and he requested that five newly minted Sisters be transferred into his care. The Canoness could not refuse the Inquisitor, and just three days after receiving her Chaplet Ecclesiasticus, Sister Inellia left Ophelia VII, along with four of her fellow Sisters. The five Sisters where quickly separated, and Inellia was put to work investigating and crushing heresy in the name of the Emperor’s holy Ordos. Her Inquisitor seemed to have a proclivity for seeking out the most twisted and insidious of Chaos cults, and throwing Inellia and her fellow Acolytes into their jaws time and again.

     As the years passed, Inellia faced the servants of all four Chaos Gods, human and otherwise. Those around her fell away - killed, driven insane, or dawn into the festering corruption which they sought to snuff out - but she endured. She learned to protect her mind from the foulness she encountered, and to rebuke the onslaught of the witch. Eventually, she found herself once more before the Inquisitor.

     Inellia was sixty-one years old, though through the Emperors grace and impeccable gene therapy, she had maintained the physical ability and appearance of one in her third decade, while serving the Ordo Hereticus for thirty-nine years. The Inquisitor told Inellia that he was immensely pleased with her work, and that she was a remarkable individual. He said that she would be given more freedom to act as she saw fit in the future, and that the filing process for her new position would take some time. She was to do as she pleased for the time being, and to return when she was prepared to continue her work in the Emperor’s name.

 

     It was the first time in her life that she had had the freedom to go where she willed. At first, Inellia did not know what to do, but the answer came to her quickly. With the help of her Inquisitorial identification, she gained passage to the world where Saint Lucia, the patron saint of her Order, had been martyred millennia before. The Saint’s eyes had been gouged out, and she had been forced to listen to the screams of one thousand innocents being tortured to death before her. She had not known that some of her Sisters where among that thousand, for they had died silently to keep from adding to the Saint’s torment.

     Eventually, Inellia found herself in the cathedral built on the site of Saint Lucia’s martyrdom. The Inquisition had changed Inellia. She had witnessed things that would, and had, driven men and women mad at their mere mention, but she had remained faithful, if not completely sane. The training forced upon her by her Inquisitorial handlers had been almost as painful as the horrors of Chaos and heresy that had clawed at her psyche. She had mastered the art of interrogation, and was a capable hunter of men. She could make even the most deluded of cultists cry for mercy as she ripped the truth of their heresy from their twitching bodies, and it made the young girl singing righteous hymns inside of her scream in agony.

     But here she was, at this, her final test. If she could complete the task set before her, there could be no doubt that the Emperor held her worthy of the Sisterhood that she held so dear. Inellia stared into the eyes of the statue of Saint Lucia, drawing strength from her likeness. Reverently, she drew her power blade from its sheath, and activated its power field. Exhaling slowly, and refusing to close her eyes or utter a single sound, she slowly sliced off her left arm just below the elbow. Tears of triumphant pain running down her face, she sheathed the blade, and applied a tourniquet to her upper arm. The throng of stupefied pilgrims that filled the cathedral parted quickly as Inellia walked, smiling, from the building, not unchanged, but unbowed.

[Morovir]

But I was looking at Morovir's character, and he has 22 damage soak on his Body, and I have . . . 12. That's a major difference. And he has more Wounds than me. I'm not complaining, I'm just saying it might be a bad idea for me to play a non-Astartes character. I feel like I'm liable to get hit once or twice and be in Critical Damage.

Don't worry, I have a high level of damage soak even for an Astartes, with 2 points in the Machine trait from The Flesh Is Weak and +5 Toughness for being an Iron Hand.

[Slips]

I might be interested but a couple of questions:

 

Is there only going to be the single Inquisitorial Handler or can there be more? And if so, what are the character creation parameters surrounding such a PC such as Starting XP, "class", gear and Books?

 

If playing an Astartes, again, much of the same but will you be using the Deathwatch system wholesale or will you be using a houseruled form to bring it in line with any of the later FFG books if used (Only War, Dark Heresy 2.0)?

 

And again, what would be the parameters around creating a Marine for this Campaign?

[Morovir]

I'm not sure, but I just created a standard starting character from the Deathwatch Core Rulebook (with First Founding for chapter), with 1000xp to spend on upgrades.

[Servant of Dante]

I'm using DH 1E rules, since those where published before DW.