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  1. Gene-grafting.... Get myself an eldarbrain? Maybe the Mechs have some kind of mental hood. Thnx everyone for your contributions.
  2. Its even sustained...... Now to think of a way to survive this
  3. Indeed. We have this Abrahamic based idea of God. But Gods weren't always like this. They were fluid and pluriform. Lets not just think in ultimates but in flavours. As I see it the Dei-Phage isnt almighty and immortal. In the sense that the meaning of a word could be lost. Its there but if noone knows the meaning is there still the word? This is getting very metaphysical but it's important for my campaign. I very much enjoy your contributions.
  4. Why is it not possible to kill a god? They emerge from the psychic essence in the warp. All the dark and painful emotions of mortals. If they have a beginning then why can't they have an end. We should have a community-based adventure called 'dead gods'. Where we try the unthinkable. To kill a chaos entity.
  5. Call me a heretic. Might it be possible to create a 'pact' with the devine being known as the Emperor? For any of you guessing I'm not a GM. Not at the moment. Wondering if my psycker could enter a pact with the devine. My psycker is on the boundary between damnation and eternal glory. I want to destroy the Dei-Phage. What if I would have a pact with the Emperor himself? Self-sacrifice is not a deterent. Look up my short story on this forum. Post comments. Grammar, cannon, plausability. Anything. Want feedback. I know it's up to my GM but he likes it when players add to the story, do their own research. Not just 'Give me a bigger gun' but adding more flavour. Food for thought. He wants to tell a great story, just like me. When i see the posts on this forum lots of it is all about armour and toughness and stats. Where is the romance?
  6. In ancient greece the gods would have their statues. Athena had a big statue in the parthenon in Athens (who would have guessed). If you would destroy it it would be seen as a horrible dissaster but i don't think people would see it as the death of athena. Isnt the golden throne a simmilar construct?
  7. HHHHH ok i already thought about killing myself. Maybe make him enter my mortal form and capture it that way. But it would be something super-epic. A feat beyond all feats. But still. It might be possible to make the Dei-Phage a legend instead of a true entity.
  8. Almost everything is increasable. Why not willpower? A ritual maybe? What would be a suitable ritual. Interchange toughness for willpower maybe? And what would be a good sacrifice?
  9. Demons are created in the warp by human emotions. As I see it anyway. The amount of devout prayers, rituals and belief combined with the Emperors mind would make me believe the Emperor has an immortal presence in the warp. What are your views. If the golden throne is destroyed, would the Emperor persist?
  10. Is there a tech? A ritual? Some kind of drug? Havent found it. I mean a permanent increase. Not just for a few rounds.
  11. Let's say i want to kill the Dei-Phage. Not just banish it. Truly kill it, erase it from the warp. How does one do that? A difficulty would be to stop all the followers from praying to this demon. Belief creates being as I see it. But it could be possible right? How does one go about this?
  12. Varis, Game of Thrones anyone? Little birds everywhere. He doesn't have a title. All the nobles and generals en holy men have higher authority. But Varis knows how and when to pass on information, or when to withhold it.
  13. I enter the “neonroom”. Accolytes have been known to calling it such in whispered voices. What else should you call it? The winter solstice remembrance? The war room? The harlots den? It did seem a little like a red light district. All these names have been proffered. But the neon room is the name that stuck. Its the name that stuck because even for the most devout it’s a nickname that can be ushered without fear of the Emperor. The flashing displays of far-flung systems immediately catch the eye. Soft shadows lick the floor and the edges of the outer walls. This is the place the Inquisitor comes when he needs to think. Always solemn but today with good reason. The multitude of red dots are a disturbing sight. Each one a place of conflict. A conglomeration of boltshells, boardingtubes and worship. A dance of death for the Drusus that shouldn’t be. “You wanted to speak.” I flinched ever so slightly. That voice could command a cybermastif to sit and give paw. He manages to collect himself. My intentions alone would be reason enough for a soulscrub and a one way ticket to the servitorshack. “We need to speak” The Inquisitor takes his time. Observing the left corner while finishing his thoughts. The left corner is especially covered in red dots. When he turns around he reveales a face of deep sorrow. I am not used to seeing him like this. He seems almost…. vulnerable. “Make it short. There are more important things at hand. What is it this time? Another request for more salary? Please don’t waste my time. Again.” I hold up a cloth bag. “This is for you. A gift. Or a curse. Depends on the holder. Just be glad it’s me.” I throw it at the Inquisitor’s feet. A heavy clunk reverberates through the room. The echo takes a fraction to long to reach them. The room is a fraction to big for just two people. The inquisitor doesn’t look down or even flinch. “You are to old for silly games. Speak up” I look at the radiant symbol I that forms the center of the power armour. How many heretics have looked upon this and pleaded? Begging for a few more moments of life? “That bag holds a multitude of fates. But fate can be channeled. If you want it to.” A quick glance down shows a slight sign of confusion. Another sign he’s under pressure. “I wanted to leave. Quit. Tell all of you ‘So long and thanks for all the misery you Emperorloving maniacs.’ Wait don’t talk. Let me finish. I have quite the story. Then you visited me. And I don’t know how, but you convinced me. It wasn’t your words but your eyes. Something made me hesitate. And I condemned myself again.” “For serving the Emperor?!? It is what everyone should aspire to.” “Serving you isn’t the same as serving the Emperor!” The harshness was apparent to both of us. But I wouldn’t stop now. I went into the deep and he knew it. Why stop? “I served the Emperor on Holy Terra! I didn’t need you for that!” A moment of silence. Sometimes it says more than words. Nobody noticed the two extra red dots appearing on the screen. “There is no greater glory than...” “Shut up! I’m not finished. I was happy then. One of the few moments I ever was. And then you came to ruin it all. Just like you ruined your so called family.” A subtle flinch. Who knew power armour could be subtle. “I was convinced you were the enemy. You helped Eisen destroy me! And for what. So you could have your little plot? So you could better mankind? A unknown savior to the masses? And I believed you. I joined so naively. And i hated it, you, ever since.” “Nobody forced you. I try to gain voluntary followers. They are so much more willing to go the extra mile”, he said with a slightest of smiles on his face. My heavy panting was all that could be heard, except for the far away cawing of a crow. “We are having fun now? I’ll show you something funny. Feel terror cloud your senses! I know what you fear!” And with these words I sprouted two enormous black feathered wings. Slowly I became unattached from the ground. With every swoop of my wings I levitated a bit further up. Feathers kept dislodging and turn to gold. When they drifted to the flour they turned into golddust and a cold breeze blew them away. White robes sprouted from nothing and decaying cherubs circled the vision of terror and devotion. “This whole sector will soon be lost. It, a synthetic Drusus, walks between the stars and there is little to stop him. You need this frail witch. These frail accolytes. They have fought him before and they will vanquish him again.” How does it feel when something scrapes the inside of your skull? An itch you can’t scrath. A sore you can’t rub. A pain you can’t describe. Even with the benificiairy boons of warded armour, granted to the greatest of Inquisitors, this level of power was difficult to handle. It took Strom quite the mental strain to keep his decorum. I had become surprisingly powerful in a short amount of time. And even though he knew the vision and ethereal voice were a mental manipulation of a grieved psycker and influx of the warp, it was still very convincing. The fully powered angstspells of the telepath are nothing to underestimate. I wanted him to be afraid. I felt my face melt and turn into the face of a savior. He who freed this sector of the taint and brought it under the wing of the Emperor. Saint Drussus, befouled by the attachments of black wings, hovered above Strom. And with a crack the image was gone and I plummeted to the floor. At the moment of disenchantment Strom felt the release of a spirit. A young boy hounded by the realisation of damnation. To be born a witch. Despised by society. Loved by none. Except for… Helena. Sweet, sweet Helena. Poor, poor Helena. How could Strom ever explain what he had allowed to happen to her. Why was he so cursed to be forced to allow so many sins? Slowly I picked himself up. My withered arm dangling. I looked up at Strom and none of the anger had left his eyes. “I don’t know why but I still believe in you. It feels like betrayal to myself. But I still have… hope. That you are seriously in this till the end. To stop the madness from spreading. Somewhere something about you makes sense. We are not that different. Both damned beyond redemption. With a slight difference.” Now it was me whom had a slight smile. “I condemned myself again because I chose to follow you, again. A fool whom believes he still has a chance at reconciliation. With your rituals and purity rites. It will not undo the choices you made. Consorting with the enemy. Using the enemy to counter the warp. Radical. Traitor”, and with a soft whisper I added, “Heretic. At least I know there is no redemption for me.” “Hear my proposal”, I added, “I want the implants in that bag. I could have sold the whole lot. I could have traded the brain for your reputation, station and life. What the inquisition would give for that tome of knowledge. Imagine what the machinepriests would give for just a sliver of the heretek information that’s locked inside. I could have asked for anything I wanted. I could finally learn what you have done to me if I broke into those databanks. All those many many times you have betrayed me. But I choose to follow you. You undeserving basterd!” “This insolance! How dare you defile Holy Drusus his sacred image! If Odessa would have been here she would have torn you to pieces!” “The mother of your bastard grandson? None of you have the right to speak to me about virtue. I want you gone from my life! But we know that won’t happen. Trade the brain with the techpriests if you need to. But you won’t. That brain could end you and we both know it.” “You think you can just walk in here , defile our precious saint, demand anything you like and expect to stay a living man?” This was the first time Strom showed some real emotions. Anger fuelled by shame was engulfing him. He was a bastion of inner restraint but now he could feel those walls breaking. Never did an accolyte have the arrogance to stand up to him like this. The sound of plasteel scraping against plasteel could be heard while his armoured fists clenched. “Not only am I walking in here. I’m walking out too” And with those words I turned and walked to the automated containmentdoors. The rage was building and felt strangly reminiscient of a father being angry with his son. He could feel a slight pang inside. He thought he had come to terms with his own inner deamons. His failure with Gallus, the son that is convinced he is devout but has a hole in the heart Like father, like son. The hurting apparently had found a good hidingplace somewhere deep inside the Inquisitor “Strom, one last thing”, I added without turning around. “Roth and Odessa should get the eye’s. They belonged to that sniper Eisen used to try and kill us. They deserve something too for all the misery you helped unleash on us.” “Mere trinckets will buy you? I expected more elegance from you.”, Strom added with sincere disdain. “We are going to fight a war. A bigger war than any of us had imagined. And we are going to need every edge we can get. No more tricks Inquisitor Faustus Strom. If you play any, I will know, and I will kill.” And with those words I left the neonroom. Strom was left alone with the cloth bag at his feet. He grabbed the closed end and pulled. Two soft clunks as a left and right one hit the floor. The highest of machinewizardry that turns a good sniper into a perfect one. The image of me plucking out eyes gave him a chill down the spine but he wasn’t sure why. Immediately the two soft clunks were followed by a heavy one. The dead glare of Magos Eisen stared right at him.
  14. Hi everyone! Let me give you some background for this story. We are a team of three accolytes. Myself a Telepath. Odessa the cleric with a miraculous corruption lvl of 1 point. Or was it 0? Ridiculously low for a lvl 6 character. And a penal legionaire named Roth. Because I need my heresy like I need my Obscura I tend to do a little solitaire roleplay. I make up stories and email my GM between sessions. If he likes them he integrates them into the main storyline and I might get some cool bonus to boot! For my background story I made this little movie (with spellingmistakes... English isnt my first language) https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=8VAblQr5xuU It's not necessary for the story. Quick history of our campaign. Magos Eissen created me by letting me be born in the warp and an Inquisitor names Faustus Strom took me in as an accolyte. Meanwhile still working with the Heretek Magos and using Chaos weaponry. Quite the radical. Don't forget Magos Eissen created Roth in a planetwide experiment to create some ultimate warrior. We are not sure yet why or how but we killed him. In this battle I unleashed the crowfather. Gaining some corruption here but who doesnt like sweet revenge. The crowfather has emerged and taken the body of Saint Drusus to start a rebelion. I myself have had some interesting talks with this crowfather in my dreams and decided to have a talk with our inquisitor. This is where the story starts. Hope you enjoy.
  15. vehzeel said: I prefer to let my players pick homeworlds and classes freely, within reason (a feral TP? not likely). I dislike totally random outcomes, just as too rigid class systems, as it creates implausible characters. Why can't a techpriest have a feral background? The imperial tithe has to be collected somewhere. Think of a spaceport. And a feralworlder might automatically assume that there are Ghosts in the machines. Why not let him be trained by the mechs at te spaceport. Seeing preteen mothers die in childbirth on a daily basis gives you an instinctual understanding of how weak the flesh really is. And do not forget, feral worlds have been colonised in the far past. Think of all the archeotech hidden in the jungles. A techpriest that was raised in this environment would be much better suited to search for these. The Imperium is vast and almost limitless. Let your imagination be so too.
  16. Shouldn't an ogryn be able to walk a bit faster? M 3 feels a bit slow.
  17. Letrii said: How would you handle a more powerful null? Such as the Omega Minus embryo that was used in one of the novels to kill psykers by just being exposed to it. If you are going to use a superpowerful null that kills psykers, at least give the acolytes a fighting chance. Give them opportunities to find out about the null so they can prepare. Maybe some form of shield for the psyker that also nulls his powers but at least protects him. But make it difficult to obtain. And If they mess that up? Well to bad... happy hunting gm
  18. Burning a fatepoint to postpone the test one round? Save vs Death are so cheesy. Hated AD&D for having those. It always gave me the imprssion that no matter how good you play. If the adventure feels like it, it can just kill you like that. Or the horrible leveldraining by various undead. Roleplaying your ass of to get a few extra xp. One touch from a corpse and its gone. Please more D&D mechanics in Dark Heresy Our DM tried to balance it out by making every encounter completely survivable. No danger at all. And I agree with you, it's even worse.
  19. Our group tends to go a bit wild when making a background. Does anyone else have a cool background for inspiration?
  20. Just wait untill the psyker rolls some perils of the warp. Either he damages himself or his partner, inflicts some insanity/corruption on the team. Or he could roll 76+%, and then it becomes interesting :] He'll learn soon enough.
  21. Just offer them some. If the players are serious they know it's hard being a gm. Tying storylines together, getting inspiration. Plus it's übercool when the gm really makes an effort to drag out roleplayopportunities. I feel it makes the game just that more intense.
  22. Just a background for Dark Heresy I made in windows movie maker. My gm loves backgrounds for inspiration so i gave him some. Rake in the exp boys and girls.
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