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  1. Hello everyone! I am playing Age of Rebellion Beginner Game tomorrow and made this handout for the players before the game. I thought it would be useful to some other DMs, so here's the link: https://www.dropbox.com/s/zwi2l6goj1zbqel/Briefing.pdf?dl=0 (PDF) https://www.dropbox.com/s/ojbhnatlibkzmk3/Briefing.docx?dl=0(Word so you can edit). Hope this helps someone
  2. Glad you Like it I've been working on stories behind the chapter :3
  3. Based on Geoff Robinson's (EGINcontroL) army of Tyranids Enjoy Goliath's Teeth Reloading. Goddamn gun reloading. There is no time. Never time with Tyranids. I clutch my shotgun, as the battery behind me quiets down. They're reloading too? Or are they just out of ammo? May the Emperor save us all. I see it, on the horizon. If it was any other day, I would think it was the yellow light of the sun rising, but no. Those yellow wave are bringing death and destruction, the blades and teeth of hunger, the horrible plague that is going to eat us all. I put the last round into the barrel of my good ol' shotty, as I watch over the trench. Soon now. Hive Fleet Goliath, it has eaten two planets already, Monir, our sector, won't last much longer. And that's what gets me, that's what gets all of us, that there is nothing I or anyone can do to stop this. No matter how many we kill, more will come. With most you can negotiate, even barter at times. By the throne, if things are dire, you could sell your soul to the dark gods. But... With these creatures, with these abominations, there is no way to reason with them, their mindless heads know only one instinct, they are programmed to do one thing and one thing only. They are programmed for Hunger. I lift my weapon, waiting for the rest of my squadron to follow. I'm pretty sure everyone in this forsaken trench knows our fate. The young Lort is kissing the Aquila on his necklaces, praying to the God-Emperor and his forgiveness. - A bit too late for that. - I pat him on the back. He will probably die first. I see the Commissar lighting his stick, smoking away, nervous. - Here Vincent... - He looks at me, cracking a smile, offering me a drag. He's never been this generous in his life. We are all going to die, aren't we? I gaze upon the first wave coming. Hormogaunts, stepping on each other so eager, trying to get to us as soon as. I can hear them chanting silently: "Hunger. Hunger. Hunger." The battery goes of, making my ears ring. They ain't out of ammo yet. Tratatatatata! The massive bolt shells light up the air, whistling their way into battle, biting into the flash of that yellow wave of death that is coming right at us. A green object flies by my head, somebody threw a grenade out of fear, probably Lort. Seconds later, the blast consumes a dozen of them, never to be seen again. Great, only a trillion, nine hundred thousand and eight left. And that's in the first wave. My index finger moves to the trigger, they are going to be in range in Three... Two... BOOM! I miscalculated. The lifeless bodies topple next to me, their limbs flying left and right. The wave, it's endless just like they say. The battery goes quite, forever to stay that way, the screams from the inside don't sound human. I don't want to know what happened in there. The minute passes, we can hold no longer, the trench is breached. I see the light stick on the floor the severed hand still gripping on to it. The world hazes, before going fully black, next thing I know, a shadow is over me, something big and dangerous. A Tyranid Warrior, with flesh sharp blades on it's hands, it's mouth dribbling with red. The thing trips me with its tail, I fall on my back hurting and shouting. The creature glances at my pain, curious. It probably doesn't know what pain is. The beast raises his blades, the light of the real sun shining on them, making them look like real metal. They go down, blocking the sun. I close my eyes... And then I hear a Bolger go off. Opening my eyes, I see the one handed Commissar shooting with his left hand, crippling the warrior who stands on me. A quick swipe is all it takes, his head rolls from his shoulders. But the distraction was enough for me. When the warrior looks back at me, it only sees a shotgun barrel staring back at him. - EAT. MY. BOOMSTICK!!!!!! - the blast goes throughout its head releasing a giant fountain of green liquid. I smile, for a second forgetting where I am, and who I'm facing. But as the second passes, I realize, there is only one thing here, in numbers. Teeth.
  4. Thank you so much Simsum, you really helped
  5. Right, so if we cut deep into the core of all things, an Arbitrator can actually arrest a Guardsman or maybe even an officer of the Imperial Guard? what about the Commissars? I mean, they aren't even counted as part of the military strictly speaking...
  6. Hey guys, I've come across this strange dilemma in my game. My players are investigating a Guard Regiment and One of my players who plays an Arbites(Selvador), tried to tell a sergeant off for gambling. Now I though that he could report him and basically end his life without pulling the trigger himself. But even with that, I kind of got stuck. Is there a limit of Arbites power, considering that Guardsmen are a military organization? How would it work and what influence would an Arbitrator have? Thank you in advance
  7. Hey guys, I'm trying to find players for my new DH campaign. There are three open slots so far. It will run each Friday, with the center of attention being on narrative. The theater of operation is going to be happening in the Tertius Sector, so your planet would have to be from there. We will be using skype to communicate
  8. I suggest that your inquisitor dresses in the most common clothes he can, you know, "Looks can be deceiving" kind of a lesson Though he might leave a very small clue, like a silver handcuff or something like that.
  9. Leo71

    Black Bodyglove

    Page 26, core rulebook, Assassin: "Starting Gear: Shotgun and 12 shells or hunting rifle and 16 rounds or autogun and 1 clip, sword, knife, compact las pistol and 1 charge pack or 10 throwing knives, 3 doses of stimm, charm (corpse hair), black bodyglove (Common Quality Clothing)." Quote from the book And yeah, I mean something like that at least? : https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-dRX93l3wVUk/Us5ZrSjEczI/AAAAAAAACYA/0NX_2yC7tG4/s640/blogger-image--628117712.jpg
  10. So me and my GM have disagreed and I decided to ask you guys, cause you would probably know better Is there a helm or anything like that with the Black Bodyglove? Does it cover my face? I mean, I am an Assassin, so it should do something like that, right? Thank you for your answers
  11. Oh no no, my campaign is contemptible, it's just... My players choose to be this way, Dark Angel specifically, they make real decisions and I give them real consequences. And although it seems like they are royally F*@!ed, they always have a solution, choice is relevant and choice can leave you to... Death.
  12. 2nd Tier "Those who associate themselves with Malice, are the outcasts of their own races and organisations, they do not feel that they are part of anyone or anything, even sometimes doubting their alliance to the God of Anarchy himself. When a character is to roll a Positive Fellowship test of any sort (Except those focused on intimidation, or any other negative effect on others), be it a Charming or Negotiation test, the must take a penalty to their roll of a minimum -10(Their team, distant race, unknown ally or foe) to -30(A Chaos deity, same race, direct enemy, a someone who is in their Hatred talents). However, every Negative Fellowship test, is multiplied from +10(Their team, distant race, unknown ally or foe) up to +30(A Chaos deity, same race, direct enemy, a someone who is in their Hatred talents)."
  13. Well, Mr Dorn, the team has been very, very unlucky in their encounters with the forces of Malice. the Dark Angel has told a Sorcerer of Malal to F-off, The Inquisitor has his soul bounded to a Daemon blade, which posses a daemon that was confused by Malice, in turn having no recollection of his previous and The Imperial Fist... Well, he is about to get a huge surprise. Em, if we were to look at it from the prospective of storyline, it is ultimately up to players, what Malice will become in their story. It can either be an ally god, who wants to destroy daemons as much as the next guy, or it might be just yet another threat to worry about. Things will only go downwards for our team, as there are way too many foes they will be facing, and it will be happening all at once.
  14. Yes yes, I'm currently going through making some Deamons for our good ol' Friend Malice If anybody wants to contribute in any way, feel free <3
  15. So, in my current campaign, which consists of a Radical Inquisitor(Roric Dondarion) A highly understanding and xeno tolerant Imperial Fist(Vengarl) and a Stubborn Dark Angel (Aonaxx), I want to introduce the Threat of Malal/Malice, the fifth god of Chaos. The party has been split apart by their designated decisions, (Roric is trying to regain his skills in being an Inquisitor, as he lost his memory, Vengarl "sacrificed" himself to save his team from a craft-world(Which he did to get closer to a female Lord Ranger) and Aonaxx committed treason by killing a Planetary Governor as well as disobeying about three levels of command of the Deathwatch, as well as the Inquisition)And are slowly coming back together. The Dark Angel and Roric have encountered some information about Malice, Roric had his mentor Inquisitor explain what the fifth god was, and the Dark Angel received a "Gift" from a sorcerer of Malice. I'm thinking about, how to further creep the sings of the god of Anarchy. What special traits do he and his followers carry? Also, if you want a full report on the campaign, I shall provide
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