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Game Master
(e1savel)
4/22/2012 1:17:02 PM
PostID: 421311
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A klaxon goes off, a voice speaking in High Gothic that echoes throughout the ship. Serapti departs the table without another word and walks over to a vat. She presses her hands to the glass, as if coaxing it, and the vat slowly empties. The glass slides up into the ceiling on gossamer rails and the man within is left naked and twitching in the cold, recycled air. He looks days dead, or worse. His face is horribly deformed and his bald scalp looks as though the biologis stitched it back together. He looks up at Serapti with wide, fearful eyes, and begins muttering prayers to the Emperor.
Serapti regards this man with none of the warmth you've come to know. Shadows oscillate all around her and you feel as though you are not in the presence of a human.
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Serapti Anja
(e1savel)
4/22/2012 1:45:13 PM
PostID: 421312
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A Biologis tech priest walks into the room, carrying some kind of helmet with a long trailing tail of wires. With Serapti's help, the two of them fasten it onto the man. His screams are distended and coarse, but they are muffled after a duration, then cease all together.
When Serapti and the tech priest step back, the man is on his feet, the helmet completely enshrouding his face, wires snaking down his back and stuck into the holes along his spinal column. His visage is nothing but the I of the inquisitorial seal.
"You are now an arco flagellant," says Serapti in a pitiless voice. "What life you live will be bought with pain and bloodshed, from now until redemption. Do you understand?"
The flagellant merely nods.
"Whom do you serve?"
"The Emperor," mutters the flagellant in a hoarse voice.
"And from whom do you take your orders?"
"The Emperor," mutters the flagellant again.
Serapti lashes out at him, knocking him to the ground with a burst of psychic energy that causes him to wail. You feel your own head splitting with the sensation of her power.
"Wrong!" growls Serapti viciously. "You take orders from me. The Emperor has closed His eyes to you and you are not welcome at His table, you are not fit to stand in His light. You have fallen, heretic, but you will rise again. You will die at my behest, and in death, you will have redemption. Do I make myself clear?"
The flagellant picks himself back up. "Yes."
"Then I command this," says Serapti, pointing at you and your group, "go with these men and do exactly as they command, for they are my instruments. If they tell you to jump, you will jump. If they tell you to kill, you will kill. You will do whatever they ask, but you will not die, not until the word of Farseil has been brought back to me in living flesh. Do you understand."
The flagellant is still for a moment. "Yes."
Serapti turns to you. "That klaxon signaled our arrival. We should be making planetfall at any moment. Go to Bay Twelve, take the arco flagellant with you, and when we land, follow the arbiters into the city and make your way to the Basilica."
She approaches Calxis. "As my most trusted acolyte, I will entrust these documents to you. They are a commandant from Zampano, which I have transcribed from the visions he sent me and written in my own blood. If Farseil does not believe these, he will not believe anything. Make sure he tells you everything and make sure the flagellant does his duty. Do you understand?"
This post last edited on 4/22/2012 1:51:12 PM
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calxis dabousiv
(deathwinga)
4/22/2012 2:07:51 PM
PostID: 421313
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calxis face suddenly turns tranquil as if he was touched by the emperor him self when anja addresses him. color returns to his skin an his optics shine for a moment. " for the emperor an you my lady i will bring the light to farseil. the flagellant will fallow my orders to the leader or receive the emperor retribution.", proclaims calxis.
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Serapti Anja
(e1savel)
4/22/2012 2:15:07 PM
PostID: 421314
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Serapti moves in close to whisper in Calxis' ear, her breasts accidentally brushing his arm.
She addresses the whole group. "Alert the guards outside, tell them to bring you to the armory. I have my own mission, so I cannot go with you, but I have faith in your abilities. Keep your presence discrete and make sure that you see Farseil, for he knows what's happening on Mentis. May the Emperor guide us all."
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calxis dabousiv
(deathwinga)
4/22/2012 2:25:25 PM
PostID: 421315
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calxis nods to anja an walks out the room as he leaves the room he shudders an his skin returns to its normal color an his optics fade out to there original color.
"Sargent, lady anja commands you to bring us to the armory"
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Game Master
(e1savel)
4/22/2012 2:29:37 PM
PostID: 421316
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The arco flagellant is dressed in a pilgrim's robe, the hood slipped over his helmet to hide the inquisitorial seal. The ends of his fingers have been shaved off and are host to a series of ports, electoos coiling around his hands. With quick precision, the biologis tech priest fastens a series of tiny flails and blades to each digit, then tucks the flagellants hands inside his robes.
"You will appear as a pilgrim. It is imperative that the Mentisians do not suspect that a dangerous instrument of the Inquisition is walking on their planet."
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calxis dabousiv
(deathwinga)
4/22/2012 4:33:09 PM
PostID: 421322
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"flagellant your to remain in the shadows us until we call for you an do not get found or caught under any circumstances"
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Markus Blackletter
(Markus1988)
4/23/2012 11:14:51 AM
PostID: 421351
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"The Emperors' light." Markus muttered. That was something he would know too much about. Witches and heretics were nothing new though.
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Markus Blackletter
(Markus1988)
4/27/2012 1:36:20 PM
PostID: 421557
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Markus got himself up and stood behind Calxis without a word when he heard the word armory, barely even reacting to the events with the Flagellant, or perhaps he was holding his reaction back.
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Game Master
(e1savel)
4/28/2012 3:55:11 PM
PostID: 421606
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The stormtrooper sergeant leads you from the cathedral without another word, the arco flagellant meandering behind you in the shadows.
The ship is full of activity. Groups of storm troopers file down the hallways in orderly ranks, accompanied by bevies of tech priests. Alarms continue to go off in high gothic. The wailing of ship is at a fever pitch.
Upon reaching the armory, you are immediately greeted with your equipment. You are also given field kits, which include a full two weeks worth of rations, one hundred chem sticks, a respirator, and a medikit.
After putting all your equipment on, you are immediately led from the armory and taken to Bay Twelve. The bay area is monstrous, large enough to house an entire armored division. You stand before the enormous bay doors and wait with the storm troopers. The walls rattle and the air seems to scream.
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Narl Darroth
(channelboy)
4/28/2012 4:40:33 PM
PostID: 421609
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Hold his head down close to the stagnat smellling swill Narl speaks just above a whisper, "we all bathe in glory of Emperor, it is us who need to open our eyes to see his light." brain washed words pouring from a mindless soul, unquestionable worship, the way they trained him.
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calxis dabousiv
(deathwinga)
4/28/2012 7:08:08 PM
PostID: 421614
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"last time i was in a bay like this 10,000 guard stood here"
reminisces calxis
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Markus Blackletter
(Markus1988)
4/28/2012 10:57:09 PM
PostID: 421622
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Markus kepted tilting his head side to side looking all around the bay. He was more surprised to see it empty then anything else about it. So much space and it was going to waste
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calxis dabousiv
(deathwinga)
4/29/2012 2:35:20 AM
PostID: 421625
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calxis looks at markus "only the lucky survived lad... " calxais goes cold " are you lucky lad?" then a smile graces his face " of course your lucky; your here now... its okay be jumpy every ones on edge there first landing" he checks his rifle "make shure your ready to fight when we hit the firma... never know what the LZ gona be like." an places his had on markus's shoulder.
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Game Master
(e1savel)
5/12/2012 7:52:19 PM
PostID: 422366
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One of the stormtroopers turns to Calxis.
"Der be no need fur dat, old 'un," he says in a clipped, heavy accent, almost feral. "Dey shoot at us: deir city goes to da Empra. Dees Mentisians, dey know dey place. The oldest 'uns specially. Dis es jus da tithe. It's when you git in da city propa dat ya best watch out."
The impact of making planetfull rattles the whole bay and nearly floors you. The doors open ponderously, allowing sunlight and fresh air to stream in. The transition is blinding. When you regain sight, you behold a vast space port thronging with people. There seem to be two main crowds.
On one side are regiments of guardsman, dressed in blue flak armor and white helmets, encircling hundreds of very frightened looking civilians. Priests weave between them, orating at top volume.
"This is the sacrifice of Man, the price of bathing in the Emperor's light. All must serve and you have been chosen for this task because you alone are capable of it. To the Stars, children, to the Stars, your bodies will go, but it is with the Emperor in his House that your soul shall dwell for all time. Be glad of this privilege."
On the other side is a very different looking group: the Mentisian abhumans. There are no guardsmen among or even any weapons at all. They stand there patiently, some holding hands or speaking quietly to one another. Their skin color is very dark and rough looking, almost like the bark of a tree, and they are dressed in poor, bulky clothing. Their facial features are warped and difficult to make out
Among the abhumans appear to be a large number of beggars. They are filthy and dressed in rags. Some of them are practically naked. They are not looking at the ship, but at the ab-humans, looking expectant.
One of the stormtroopers steps forward with a voxcaster.
"Bring forth the leader of your planet. The Imperium of Man has come for its psyhic tithe."
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calxis dabousiv
(deathwinga)
5/12/2012 9:21:02 PM
PostID: 422369
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calxis steps out into the spaceport he slings his rifle over his shoulder. his optics click an whine as he focuses on the people an the... others "mutants hmmm"
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Narl Darroth
(channelboy)
5/23/2012 1:27:45 AM
PostID: 422834
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Catching up to the rest of the party Narl walks out rifle already slung but fastening up his high collar. Stopping just behind Calxis left shoulder, "so this is it? I've seen better but I've also seen worse!"
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Markus Blackletter
(Markus1988)
5/23/2012 3:27:05 PM
PostID: 422852
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Markus kept himself quiet the whole time, not bothering to respond to Calxis. With the mutants in site he kept his weapons at the ready.
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Game Master
(e1savel)
5/27/2012 4:37:53 PM
PostID: 422961
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The crowd of regular Imperial citizens is gradually prodded forward by the guardsmen and priests. Their panic mounts as they approach the ship. You see that they have all been shackled to one another.
To your surprise, you watch as the abhumans drop all of their belongings, sparse as they are, and move in unison toward the ship, chanting softly. The beggars among them nearly riot as they swoop down on the abandoned items.
The abhumans are horrendously ugly. They have spiky, gnarled growths covering their flesh, forming claw like appendages where their hands and feet ought to be. They are, however, the right size and shape of a human with clear human eyes and human mouths. They continue to sing.
A legion of servitors appear behind you and aid the stormtroopers and guardsmen in herding the panicked psykers onto the ship.
"This is your chance," says one of the stormtroopers. "Fall in with the guards. Use the crowds to make your way out of the spaceport unnoticed."
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Markus Blackletter
(Markus1988)
6/1/2012 9:01:31 AM
PostID: 423119
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Markus begins moving right away. Weaving in and through crowds and soldiers and guards on a direct path out. His face looked nice and calm now. Probably trying to look casual, though his eyes did dart around a bit as he tried to find an exit.
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