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Hey
Arkio and I are still here and up for a roleplay but the Titanomachy thread seems to be dead in the water. If you know another play by post website or thread where a GM is wanting to run a session, we'd be up for sticking a character application in. -
Seeing as we just arrived, and Harlocke hasn't actually done anything, we can always have him go back to his shop on the other side of the forge. That way we have a local NPC we can call on in dire times, and also if Sukrai ever has chance/desire to return, his character is still handy provided we don't end up off planet. Sorry to see you go man. -
Jaspar nodded as Dracon suggested he find some food and lodging for them, though it had not occured to him until just now that they did not have any local currency, only the thrones that remained to him from bribing his way onto the surface. He made his way towards the commotion, his eyebrows furrowed as it came into sight and he kept himself to the edge of what was going on, hoping to find some sign of a local market or a food stall.
{Awareness test to see/hear/smell some kind of food outlet nearby. Per:30(-20) Roll:41 3DoF}
Shoulders jostling him as people moved through the space around him, and the raised voices restricted his ability to sense some kind of food outlet to smell, but the ever present dust that coated everything around had coated his nostrils and he could not finding anything nearby. Changing tactics, he began to look for some kind of raised stairway or platform he could get up on and get a better view of what was happening around them.
{Perception test. Per:30 Roll:65 3DoF.}
Stumped, Jaspar frustratedly began instead to look for signs of his allies, hoping to find them and that they had more luck than he at their tasks.
Throne curse these dice! Time for some new ones I think. Also, Jaspar has long, scruffy black hair and green (right) and yellow(left) eyes and fair, though dirty skin. 213 is tattooed over his left eye, covering roughly quarter of his face, and he is simply wearing his Guard issue Uniform with his regimental insignia removed. His uniform is green and light grey camo pattern cargo pants, with pockets at each hip and on each thigh, a grey t shirt, green and light grey camo pattern jacket, with pockets at his hips, chest and inside the lining. He is also clad in black Grox-hide combat boots, Guard Issue Flak armour, a combat harness for hanging his auspex, grapple and line and magnoculars off and an Ork toof necklace. -
OOC: In the town, probably stop at a stall and pick up a special. -
Are you aware of the Titanomachy thread on this very forum? or are you looking for a webcam/Roll20 style group? A couple of threads have started on here asking about those, but they don't seem to have had much activity, maybe if you contact the OP's they can tell you where or if they had more success?
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Jaspar twisted the key of the hauler in it's housing and the thunderous growl of the engine at his feet spluttered to a halt, his ears ringing slightly as the noise he had begun to take for granted became suddenly absent. He sat for a second before shuffling out of the driving seat and out onto the ground beside the vehicle, looking about himself as he did so and seeing Jaspar stretch before lighting a Lho stick.
'A good idea... He thought to himself, following suit and lighting one of his own. He heard Jaspar mention his relief at not having to ride in the hauler anymore and a grimace crossed his face, remembering the noisy, uncomfortable journey they had just completed.
"I quite agree Dracon, I can see why they usually let the Servitors do the driving!" As Dracon continued, talking about the noise they could hear, and as Jaspar turned, he noticed Oliver nearby.
"While I agree with Dracon, first thing is first," He looked directly to Oliver before continuing,
"Time to get some food in our bellies. I'm sure our..." Now a shifty glance towards Harlocke, hoping he wasn't giving away the game before they could properly explain to the Tech-Priest who they really were.
"Employer would want us operating at peak efficiency, and I for one cannot do that on an empty stomach. I'd kill a man for a guard ration pack right about now."
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"Me? Well if you insist..." A small smile passed his face, it was refreshing for a colleague to wonder about who and where you were before they met you, in the guard his life had been too busy for real friends and anyone he had met along the way had likely forgotten his name as he had most of them.
"Joined the guard as soon as I was old enough to hold a Lasgun. Mother didn't want me in a hive gang, and Emperor strike me down if she wasn't the scariest thing I ever faced in my entire life. A Ork Nob is quite the sight when it's screaming and waving an axe at you, but at least you can shoot them with your lasgun!"
A laugh sounded from Jaspar, and he smiled again before continuing.
"I'm sorry, you asked about my favourite food. That has to be, without a doubt, well done Grox steak and sliced tates. Never tasted anything like it, and I'd give my left hand to have it again the way they made it back on Feriot VII."
Jaspar noticed that he had relaxed, truly relaxed for the first time since his feet had touched the rotten rooftop of the building all those hours ago. He was beginning to enjoy himself, thinking about the entirely new universe of possibilities that awaited him now that fate had taken him away from what he had assumed would be his lot in life.
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As Oliver finished the tale of how he came to use his accordion, Jaspar was grimly silent. Tales of perished relatives were all too common, tales of accidents and catastrophes aboard void ships were even more common.
"A sad tale, though I'm glad you managed to find comfort in something, I've met men that have been crushed by similar events."
Jaspar moved from where he had been leaning against the wall, standing up fully and stretching.
"We should probably see what these two are up to, I can't wait much longer to stuff some grub down my neck, and I'd wager that whatever they're dishing out here is a **** sight better that those Emperor-cursed rations they issue in the Guard."
He moved back to the door of Harlocke's shop, banging on the metal surface before turning back to Oliver.
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Jaspar smiled at Oliver's joke, his comment about breaking the ice also made him nod.
"I can imagine, though you seemed especially uncomfortable in the forge..."
He paused, unsure of how to proceed.
"I'd be willing to bet there's an interesting story behind that, and your accordion too. Though I understand if you don't want to talk about it."
Jaspar looked at Oliver, knowing his question had probably brought up some painful memories but he was curious about Oliver's strange reaction to the hive, it had been beyond even the symptoms of claustrophobia he had seen in his years in the guard.
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Jaspar noticed Oliver had followed him out of the store, and the quiet young Arbite had spoken, the conversation taking a personal turn for the first time. It surprised him slightly, but he smiled and responded.
"Not bad, could do with a sit down and a hot meal but everything in its time. We've been on the move for half the day and I didn't get chance to eat before the shuttle descended. Alcohol and forge fumes is not a sustainable diet!"
A small laugh escaped him as he finished speaking, slightly crooked teeth flashed a small grin before he inhaled more smoke and spoke again.
"You're right though, that Dracon can probably handle himself in there with the Cog-Boy. How are you coping? Must be a different life from that of the Arbites, heck I never imagined we'd be trawling through the belly of a forge first day on the job."
I don't mind splitting up, even if it's just for now, I'm happy to seperately investigate too if that is the plan. Just so long as Jaspar gets a hot plate of food down his gut XD.
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Jaspar listened to Dracon explain their situation and nodded when he had finished. Having nothing to add, he moved towards the door, eager to be on his way, but pulled out his Lho Sticks again as he left the stores front entrance. Putting one of the sticks to his lips, he lit it and breathed in the cloud of smoke as he waited for the expanding team to ready themselves to move on.
This moment of peace and quiet was a relief, even in war he had managed to find a few minutes here and there to relax his mind, but they had now been on the move for several hours and he was beginning to feel the wear and tear of the day nipping at his heels.
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An alternative I thought of for hosting DH 2.0 games is to use the adventures from DH 1, just change place names, characters and the like. My group have already begun the Harlocke trilogy under the guise of the Haldron Triumvirate.
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Jaspar grimaced slightly, he didn't wish to unveil thier cover straight away, but between Oliver giving out his real name, and the seemingly helpful and friendly nature of Harlocke, he decided it could do no harm. No more at least than they had already caused by wandering into the forge and bringing attention to themselves.
"Jaspar Voss, formerly of the Imperial Guard." He held out a hand towards the tech-priest in greeting as he spoke. "We are here on behalf of another of your order, investigating the circumstances surrounding the death of Princeps Pak. We are currently headed towards the hab-quarters for the Legio personnel, though the directions we were given proved a little harder to follow than I expected."
Looking round at Dracon, Jaspar noticed the punk haired individual had said nothing since saving them in the forge, his quick thinking more than likely saving thier emperor-blessed backsides.
Sorry for a bit of a delay posting, I've caught the flu and haven't been sleeping well for the last few days so my energy reserves have been low. To be honest I forgot for a couple of days that it was me up next and didn't check the site. Sorry again guys, will try n keep better watch from now on
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I'm still here
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OOC://: I think we can use these instead of Orange as our OOC stuff now, especially as we will quickly run out of colours to use for different speech.
Jaspar followed the smiling serf, the tension in his body relaxing as he realised the stranger was friendly. The walked a short distance, the cacophony of the forge falling away with the heat as they moved into a different area of the forge. They stopped at what looked like a small business nestled amongst the shadows. They were shown inside where a tech-priest welcomed them, strange metallic dreadlocks covered his head and a metal visor hid his eyes. He welcomed them and offered refreshments, all the while talking as they moved into his shop.
"Greetings, we are on an assignment concerning the Legio, assigned us by Magos Naveen. We were told you are a friend of the Legio. The recent events with Princeps Pak must be properly investigated, maybe you can help in our quest."
Jaspar looked at the new face, hoping he hadn't said too much about thier true purpose, not until they knew they could trust the tech-priest fully yet.
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I like it, its shows how not all tech-priests are emotionless machine-men. Reminds me slightly of one of the Engineseers in the Cain books, he meets a female tech-priest who when he later meets her again hasn't really changed much in her personality even though she has had a lot more extensive augmetics installed since their first meeting.
I especially like the scrimshaw / artisan side of it as I never really found a source for all these 'master crafted' weapons etc, all you really hear about is the odd name thrown in here and there, so if you eventually go down the route of trade: armourer, it'll be fun to see what kind of things you come up with and what you decorate them with. It could even open up some new plot hooks when someone see's one of your pieces somewhere XD
Good work man, hope to see you saving our asses from your tech-brethren real soon!
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Jaspar swallowed, his mouth suddenly dry. He had forgotten they were replacing existing serfs, rather than being new ones and he knew he had to think fast.
"Yes, this is correct but due to the recent death of Princeps Pak and the appointment of a new Princeps, the duties we performed for him were deemed ended. We have been assigned new quarters so that our replacements may serve the new Princeps as we did." Jaspar looked over at Oliver and Dracon, gesturing before looking back towards the priest.
"Perhaps the errors in the information presented by the noosphere is simply due to a delay in the updating of our credentials in the datastacks."
Jaspar looked at the hulking serf edging closer, his hand moving near to his laspistol just in case.
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OOC://: Sorry guys, had a lot of cover this week at work and my pen and paper group has started up again this week, but I'm only running it fortnightly and I'm not doing any more cover (so far as I know), so there should be no more hold ups from me.
Jaspar's eyebrows furrowed as Dracon and himself found themselves being further and further confused by the map as they wandered almost aimlessly through the forge. Oliver had begun to play a tune on his accordion, the melancholic wailing of the strange instrument seemed to soothe the Arbite, the sweat beaded on his brow not from the heat around them but from the fear building within him, or so it seemed.
Jaspar looked quizzical at the man between glances at the map and their surroundings, wondering all the while the story behind it and the haunting musical device, but before he could speak, they where buzzed by a servo-skull blurting machine-code at them. The skull hovered, waiting for a response but receiving none, so it repeated its message in Gothic.
Looking, Jaspar spotted a Tech-Priest manipulating controls and devices with his mechadendrites as he stared at the intruders to his domain. Stepping forward, he spoke to the skull and hoped it had a microphone as well as a speaker.
"Honoured Preist, we are lost. Our intrusion here is due to an error during my following instructions of how to get to our new lodgings. We apologise for the interruption of the pursual of your holy duties and humbly request your assistance."
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Jaspar sighed as they exited the main forge compound and the view of the refinery lays before them. Smoke stacks, slag-ways, hundreds of kilometres of pipes and towers stand before them, the finely oiled machine of the red-priests of Mars ticking smoothly along. He raised a hand, mopping sweat from his brow, gathered there from the long walk and the impressive heat of the furnaces they could now see. Taking in the impressive view, Jaspar noticed the menials working in their rubber suits and rebreathers so he turned to his allies and spoke.
"We could do with one each of those ourselves if we get much closer to those workings. I saw a man in my regiment take a lungful of similar stuff once, he was dead inside a week and it was not a pleasant week at that." He took a look around, attempting to figure out where they were supposed to be heading to get to the hab-mines.
{Nav: Surface test (Int: 23). Roll: 100. 7 DoF}
OOC://: 100!!! Noooo! Sorry guys :/
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Naveen walked away from them, Dracon mentioning the strange behaviour of the tech-priest, but Jaspars arrows remained unfurrowed, his posture relaxed. "Don't worry about that, I spent years around tech priest's during my years in the guard. Eighteen years in a Mechanised Regiment and you meet a lot of Cog boys and none of them are what I'd refer to as 'normal'."
Jaspar looked down at the directions on the data slate and tried to orient himself with them.
{Navigate (Surface) test (Int:23 (+20 for T M i M M. Roll: 15 3 DoS}
Turning a few times, looking at the passageways around them, he confidently pointed at one of them and spoke.
"If we plan on heading towards the hab quarters then we need to be going in this direction."
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OOC://: I was just waiting for a post from Asym, but I was under the impression we were heading to the mine homes to investigate there.
Also, as an interesting side note, it turns out Arkio and I know each other from our Gaia days. He sent me a PM asking my username on Gaia cause he recognised the Ting that I said to call me, as I did pretty much the same thing in Gaia cause my username was a mouthful there too XD
A new player sounds good to me, so anyone reading this and wants to play, show some interest in the other thread!
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Jaspar accepted Oliver's data slate and the pad of paper, tearing off 3 sheets before returning it and two of his lho sticks. He quickly made simple sketches on the pieces of paper before handing them out, one to each of them, then copied Naveen's directions onto Oliver's data slate and handed that over too.
"I see what you mean, the miners from the home mines of Pak and Talmere may be of more use to us than the people themselves. Walls have ears after all, and those who live in the walls would hear best of all..."
Jaspar finally lit the Lho stick he had held between his lips since Pak's room, a soothing cloud of smoke gently lingered around his head.
"How much does Rovik move around the forge during the daily process of his duties? If we know where he is likely to be, we can observe him, ambush him to talk when he is least likely to be able to prepare."
Jaspar spoke between puffs on the stick, putting it out on the sole of his boot and putting the stub in his pocket when finished.
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Oliver had mentioned making a map of Pak's room, Jaspar could only assume it was for reference and as Naveen offered direction made a note of them on the data slate he had received as part of his journey to the planet. Tapping out Naveen's directions, he began to fumble through the pockets of his combat vest, pulling out a pencil and a sheet of paper that has a square missing from one corner. His eyebrows set in concentration, he began to sketch the layout of the Princep's quarters.
{Navigate (Surface) test (Int:23 (+20 for Teeming Masses in Metal Mountains. Roll: 31. 1 DoS}
Smiling at the result of his work, Jaspar turned the page to show the others. He had sketched the shape of the room from the display he had seen on his auspex, the bed and desk, and the shrine, with the Titan marked with a small star. He had marked a series of numbers where they had located possible clues, the bookshelf and cogitator, the shrine and lastly he had marked the door, highlighted due to the security they could only assume was in place there.
Looking up at Naveen, Jaspar asked him another question.
"If the collars track our location, and we take them off, won't the Secutor just track us through which doors are being opened and have no noo-seal thingies to signify who is opening that door?" he re-stowed the map and data slate among his myriad pockets strapped to him over his flak armor and held out his hand to take Oliver and Dracon's data slates.
"If you hand me your slates I'll make a copy of all the directions I have on mine. I don't think I have another slip of paper, but if either of you does I can use that instead."
OOC://: If anything is wrong here, just shout out and I can edit.
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Just to clarify, do we literally only have the gear as equipped on our character sheets? Or are we allowed a little artistic license so we do in fact have things like a pen and some paper an such? It'll help to know this stuff for the future, cause we'll need to start thinking about acquiring writing kits, spare dataslates or an auto-quill otherwise.
Arkio and I are still here and up for a roleplay but the Titanomachy thread seems to be dead in the water. If you know another play by post website or thread where a GM is wanting to run a session, we'd be up for sticking a character application in. 
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Having taken a look around on your site, I'm quite intrigued and would love to be able to send a character application. Do you want it posting here? Or on the section for it on your site? I've been hoping a new thread (or space on an older thread) would appear for a while.