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[Dark Heresy] The Chaos Within [IC]
ela_zul
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DARK HERESY - THE CHAOS WITHIN
He belongs to the Inquisition. They call him Inquisitor. He stands strong and proud, overlooking skies of madness. The mantle on his back, shred and battle worn, thrusts itself upon the wind. A portrait of death and chaos lay before him. Honorable warriors fall with their ships to magnificent ends, a fate truly worthy of the Inquisition, worthy of the God-Emperor. The clouds blend with steel and smoke. Flame and debris blend with the palette of a rising sun. Mechanical chariots fall from high, the sea welcomes them with open arms. An Inquisitor can only hope to receive such a glorious and honorable end, for an Inquisitor never truly knows peace until the cold embrace of death. Praise be to our holy God-Emperor.
4 STANDARD YEARS AGO
Hive Sibellus, Scintilla
808.M41
A Cathedral of the Adeptus Ministorum
You stand before a giant Imperial Cathedral. Frightening columns seem to endlessly reach up towards the sky, while aged stone gargoyles lurk from above. You enter through heavy metal doors that reek of Gothic architecture. Your footsteps echo throughout the massive sanctuary as you approach a large suspended alter seating three clerics of the faith. Above them towers a massive window, radiant beams of light shine in, outlining the silhouette of the Inquisition’s sigil. A red carpet of magnificent splendor leads your feet to stand in its daunting shadow. Next to you stands the other members of your cell. The cleric in the middle rises and begins to read from a large book sitting on a golden ornate stand. You may recognize the book as the book of the Imperial Creed.
“The God-Emperor of Mankind once walked among men in their form and He is and always has been the one, true God of humanity.
He is the one true God of Mankind, regardless of the previous beliefs held by any man or woman.
It is the duty of the faithful to purge the Heretic, beware the psyker and mutant, and abhor the alien.
Every human being has a place within the God-Emperor's divine order. It is the duty of the faithful to unquestionably obey the authority of the Imperial government and their superiors, who speak in the Emperor's name.”
The cleric sits. Inquisitor Tiberius Hector approaches you and stands for a moment before speaking. His mighty stature seems to tower over you. A daunting seriousness shrouds all expression on his face.
“Will you search out the enemies of the Imperium, whether they lay within or without?”
He hand’s you a sigil. Although you have never seen this specific sigil, it reminds you of the silhouette in the window. He continues to each successive individual, handing them the same sigil and repeating the creed. When the Inquisitor finishes handing out the last sigil the he stands directly in front of the Alter and turns to face your cell.
“The sigil that you hold in your hands is the sigil of the Acolyte who belongs to the Inquisition, wear it with pride Acolytes. Welcome to Ordo Hereticus.”
The three clerics rise from their seats. Their thurible's sway and dismiss fumes of incense as they begin to pray.
“Praise be to the Emperor of Mankind. May his eternal protection enlighten and guard us. May he guide our path that we might seek out the enemies of the Imperium of Man and crush them under the holy Imperial Creed. So be it.”
The Inquisitor approaches your cell once more.
“Welcome Acolytes. For those of you who do not know, I am Inquisitor Tiberius Hector. Our Holy God-Emperor has seen fit to place you under my guidance and direction. Do not disappoint me Acolytes. To disappoint an Inquisitor is to disappoint the God-Emperor himself. Now, there is much work to be done, so I shall skip the pleasantries.
Last night we began receiving distress signals from one of our transport ships near Sheol 17. The problem is that we lost contact with that ship approximately 6 months ago. The distress signal is either malfunctioning, or something on the ship has turned it on. Either way, we now know the vessels coordinates.
The transport carried heretics who were being shipped off to Sheol 17 for questioning and sentencing. Any surviving heretic poses a threat to the Imperium. The council has asked that you focus your investigation on finding one heretic in particular. You are to search for a dangerous Psyker called Kaltos aboard the vessel. If he lives, end his miserable existence. If at all possible, bring the ship back to port so that it might be salvaged.
My suggestion is that you find passage on one of the transports leaving for Sheol 17 as soon as possible but I shall let you sort out those details. Good luck acolytes and may the God-Emperor shine his light upon thee.”
Before leaving the Inquisitor hands you a data-slate containing coordinates to the transport.
He belongs to the Inquisition. They call him Inquisitor. He stands strong and proud, overlooking skies of madness. The mantle on his back, shred and battle worn, thrusts itself upon the wind. A portrait of death and chaos lay before him. Honorable warriors fall with their ships to magnificent ends, a fate truly worthy of the Inquisition, worthy of the God-Emperor. The clouds blend with steel and smoke. Flame and debris blend with the palette of a rising sun. Mechanical chariots fall from high, the sea welcomes them with open arms. An Inquisitor can only hope to receive such a glorious and honorable end, for an Inquisitor never truly knows peace until the cold embrace of death. Praise be to our holy God-Emperor.
4 STANDARD YEARS AGO
Hive Sibellus, Scintilla
808.M41
A Cathedral of the Adeptus Ministorum
You stand before a giant Imperial Cathedral. Frightening columns seem to endlessly reach up towards the sky, while aged stone gargoyles lurk from above. You enter through heavy metal doors that reek of Gothic architecture. Your footsteps echo throughout the massive sanctuary as you approach a large suspended alter seating three clerics of the faith. Above them towers a massive window, radiant beams of light shine in, outlining the silhouette of the Inquisition’s sigil. A red carpet of magnificent splendor leads your feet to stand in its daunting shadow. Next to you stands the other members of your cell. The cleric in the middle rises and begins to read from a large book sitting on a golden ornate stand. You may recognize the book as the book of the Imperial Creed.
“The God-Emperor of Mankind once walked among men in their form and He is and always has been the one, true God of humanity.
He is the one true God of Mankind, regardless of the previous beliefs held by any man or woman.
It is the duty of the faithful to purge the Heretic, beware the psyker and mutant, and abhor the alien.
Every human being has a place within the God-Emperor's divine order. It is the duty of the faithful to unquestionably obey the authority of the Imperial government and their superiors, who speak in the Emperor's name.”
The cleric sits. Inquisitor Tiberius Hector approaches you and stands for a moment before speaking. His mighty stature seems to tower over you. A daunting seriousness shrouds all expression on his face.
“Will you search out the enemies of the Imperium, whether they lay within or without?”
He hand’s you a sigil. Although you have never seen this specific sigil, it reminds you of the silhouette in the window. He continues to each successive individual, handing them the same sigil and repeating the creed. When the Inquisitor finishes handing out the last sigil the he stands directly in front of the Alter and turns to face your cell.
“The sigil that you hold in your hands is the sigil of the Acolyte who belongs to the Inquisition, wear it with pride Acolytes. Welcome to Ordo Hereticus.”
The three clerics rise from their seats. Their thurible's sway and dismiss fumes of incense as they begin to pray.
“Praise be to the Emperor of Mankind. May his eternal protection enlighten and guard us. May he guide our path that we might seek out the enemies of the Imperium of Man and crush them under the holy Imperial Creed. So be it.”
The Inquisitor approaches your cell once more.
“Welcome Acolytes. For those of you who do not know, I am Inquisitor Tiberius Hector. Our Holy God-Emperor has seen fit to place you under my guidance and direction. Do not disappoint me Acolytes. To disappoint an Inquisitor is to disappoint the God-Emperor himself. Now, there is much work to be done, so I shall skip the pleasantries.
Last night we began receiving distress signals from one of our transport ships near Sheol 17. The problem is that we lost contact with that ship approximately 6 months ago. The distress signal is either malfunctioning, or something on the ship has turned it on. Either way, we now know the vessels coordinates.
The transport carried heretics who were being shipped off to Sheol 17 for questioning and sentencing. Any surviving heretic poses a threat to the Imperium. The council has asked that you focus your investigation on finding one heretic in particular. You are to search for a dangerous Psyker called Kaltos aboard the vessel. If he lives, end his miserable existence. If at all possible, bring the ship back to port so that it might be salvaged.
My suggestion is that you find passage on one of the transports leaving for Sheol 17 as soon as possible but I shall let you sort out those details. Good luck acolytes and may the God-Emperor shine his light upon thee.”
Before leaving the Inquisitor hands you a data-slate containing coordinates to the transport.
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STATS
WS 30
BS 28
S 27
T 32
AG 34
Int 35
Per 37
WP 48
Fel 25
Skills
Speak Ship Dialect
Speak Low Gothic
Psyniscience
Invocation
Trade (Soothesayer)
Literacy
Awareness (100)
Talents
Melee wpn Training (Primitive)
Pistol wpn Training (LAS)
Psy Rating I
Resistance (Psychic Powers)
Traits
Charmed
Ill-Omened
Shipwise
Void Accustomed
Sanctioned Psyker
Unreadable Mind
Psyker powers
Healer
Staunch Bleeding
Gear
sword
staff
compact las pistol + four charge packs
knife
quilted vest
tatty robe
deck of cards
psy-focus
sanctioning brand
23 Thrones
Common Quality cybernetic eyes
Miscellaneous
Living Nightmare (300)
Wounds 11
Fate 3
Insanity 1
Corruption 2
Background
Izak Tem was born on the Misericorde and grew up as part of the great clan that maintained and operated the port-side maneuvering thrusters. His affinity for the Warp was discovered innocently enough, when the young man healed a friend who had taken a bad blow from some moving machinery. He was tithed to the Black Ship and sent to Earth, where he was presented to the Emperor. Bathed in the Emperor's light, Tem was redeemed and Sanctioned as a Imperial psyker. While he resents the loss of his eyes to the Black Ships, he has an appreciation for his perilous position as a Sanctionite. He has accepted his role as an Acolyte and awaits the commands of his superiors.
Background
Early one morning, the young boy descended into the family armoury to help his parents set up for the day, as was usual. As he turned the final corner in the winding mazes of access tunnels leading to the workshop a horrific sight came into view. Debris from an obviously massive struggle lay strewn across the floor of the room, and two hulking masked men in combat gear lay dead at Titus' feet, multi laser burns criss crossing their bodies. In the room itself, five more masked brutes in combat gear were combing through the detritus littering the floor, picking out the still functional guns and devices and putting them in a large sack.
Knelt in the centre of the armoury were Titus' parents, beaten and bloody. Towering over them was a lithe man outfitted in an extremely ornate version of the armour that his comrades were wearing, the obvious leader. The man was unmasked, and Titus could see his pale sneering face. Rage filled the man's dull blue eyes and the pencil thin moustache atop his sweaty lip danced as incoherent babbling erupted from his spit flecked lips.
Quickly ducking behind the corner, Titus Grendel watched and listened as the leader of the gang yelled at his helpless parents. Apparently, the Grendels had modified a certain batch of weapons which were then used in an attack on the very gang that he and his thugs belonged to. Without waiting for a plea or a reply the armoured man pulled out a glowing plasma pistol and fired, obliterating the heads of both Grendel elders and partially melting the workstation behind them.
Silently processing the events of the last few microseconds from his vantage point, Titus made the decision that would put him on his current path. Survival. He turned and ran up the corridor, away from the devastation in what was the family armoury. Unfortunately his clumsy footfalls were heard and soon the gang members were hot on his heels as he ran through the maze of tunnels, eager to eliminate any witnesses to their deeds. Diving into a nearby supply room, Titus quickly barred the door behind him and began planning his next moves as his parents killers tried to gain entry to the room.
Two minutes later the Grendel boy was crawling through the air ducts leading away from the storage room, having left a small surprise for the thugs. Just as Titus came to the end of the ducting system and slipped into a crowded public area, the gang members broke into the supply store. Instead of the scared young boy they expected, they found an empty room and a faint buzzing sound. Looking at each other in confusion, the combat suit clad men entered the room to search it just as the las charge pack that Titus had set to overheat exploded. As the improvised explosive was carefully positioned between two rather large pressurised tanks of promethium, the resulting explosion was excessively large and devastating; not only atomizing the eight gang members present, but also destroying the Grendel armoury and domicile.
Later Titus would discover that one of the men killed in the explosion, the sneering man who killed his parents, had been the son of a local underworld baron – Gaius Nihilus. Nihilus, leader of the Tortured Sword Clan, subsequently put out a bounty on the head of young Grendel.
In the ten years succeeding this tragic event Titus has been hunted high and low throughout Gunmetal City by a wide variety of bounty hunters looking to cash in on the hefty bounty, and gang members looking to curry favour with the Tortured Sword Clan. During this harrowing chase he has had to develop many skills to aid in his survival, becoming in proficient in gunfighting and cultivating quite the silver tongue. As has always been the case, Titus' favourite activity is tinkering with technology of any kind, often finding ways to improve upon a devices original function.
Description
Only by staring into his cold grey eyes could one catch a glimpse of what makes the slim Metallican unique. A careful observer might notice a fiery spark of creativity and intelligence inside those steely eyes. Most unsettling is the sense of looking into the face of a person who has seen and experienced things far more terrible than could be asked of most other men of his age.
Titus' only real distinguishing feature is a blue decorative electoo located between his shoulder blades. One of the last things he received from his parents, the small feathered serpent is supposed to represent life, knowledge, and wisdom in an ancient tale passed down through generations of the Grendel lineage.
Stats
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WS: 24
BS: 39
S: 24
T: 21
Ag: 27
Int: 35
P: 29
Will: 26
Fel: 34
Skills
Speak Language (Low Gothic)
Blather
Dodge
Deceive
Awareness
Common Lore (Imperium)
Trade (Technomat) (100)
Evaluate (100)
Tech Use (200)
Talents
Pistol Weapon Training (SP)
Melee Weapon Training (Primitive)
Unremarkable
Traits
Starting Thrones - 12 Thrones
Fate Points - 1
Imperial Divination - "The pain of the bullet is ecstasy compared to damnation" (+1 toughness)
Caves of Steel (Treat Tech Use as a basic skill)
Hivebound (-10 penalty to all Survival tests, -5 penalty to Int tests when out of a 'proper hab'.)
Wary (+1 to initiative rolls)
Packing Iron (If you are caught without a usable gun for any reason (disarmed, caught unawares, out of ammunition etc.) -5 penalty on all tests)
Way of the Gun (+5 BS, begin with Pistol Weapon Training (SP), +5 to Tech Use tests involving projectile firearms)
Starting Equipment
Autopistol & 1 clip
Brass Knuckles
Knife
Quilted Vest (AP 2)
Street Ware
-2x20 shells (-2 Thrones)
-6x20 bullets (-6 Thrones)
4 Thrones
Misc
15. Izak Tem has heard rumours about you and does not fully trust you. He heard that Titus used to make his living as a confidence trickster and worries that he's running a long con on the Inquisitor.
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Background
Kaltia Tybalt, born to Sargent Gar Tybalt of the IG and Medic Kali Tybalt. She was born on the world of Iocanthos in the Calixis Sector. This world is strife with consent violence from opposing warlords and their armies each trying to stay in control of the Ghostfire harvest. When she was but three years of age Kaltia's first Ghostfire Taskforce arrived at Port Sufferage. This year in particular saw more fighting closer to the once thought of neutral Port City then in previous years.
As needed her parents, both attached to the Guard, where stationed on the outskirts of the City when the Unit that Sgt. Gar ran came into a heavily armed group of rebel soldiers. It was not close to a fair fight. The rebels had the high ground and had ambushed the unit. None survived.
Young Kaltia Tybalt, now without parents was given into the care of Sister Xanthe, the Sister Hospitaller who runs Port Suffering’s hospital who gave her over to the Schola Progenium, in lieu of her parents' deaths for the Emperor.
Kaltia excelled at nearly everything she was tasked with learning at the school, from learning the Creed, to any physical challenge presented to her. She was smart, quick, and most of all absolutely dedicated to giving her all to her studies and to her faith in the God-Emperor.
Her gift was not over looked.
Palatine Rhiannon, leader of the Order of the Ebon Chalice had kept her sights on her when Sister Xanthe gave her a message saying that this child was..smart...to smart for her age. The Sister Hospitaller was correct in her assessment. Kaltia was requested to kneel before the Canoness Goneril at the Abby of the Dawn.
This, was a dream that Kaltia, even in her earliest memories wanted. That Icon of hope, the one that will be able to stand in against the Dark and prevail. Even if that meant her death. She knew that just like her parents, she would willingly give it in order to stand against that which is good.
It was this spark that Sister Xanthe had seen in her all those years ago. It was that spark that a Palatine of the Daughters saw. It was this spark that the Canoness saw when she agreed to placing Kaltia Tybalt within the Sisterhood as a Novice. It was this same spark that led Kaltia into being given the task of working with the Inquisition and it is with this spark that Kaltia is embracing for all that she is.
Description
Looks: White Hair(dyed), tanned skin, piercing blue eyes, Aquila tattoo across her chest.
Size: Stocky (1.70m/ 90kg)
Kaltia Tybalt is not a tall woman, but what she loses in height, she gains through years of intense physical and mental training. Once she was accepted into becoming a Sister, she was allowed to dye her hair that iconic white. Her eyes never changed color growing up, nor did Kaltia want them to change, the shocking blue stood out from afar.
Not that she shows anyone,or many even know of it but across her chest is an Aquila tattoo.
Solid, Sister Tybalt has a very stiff sense for following the letter of the order.
How did you meet your inquisitor?
As a Noviet with the Sisters, it is quite often that Kaltia, meet and talked with those from the Order.
What does the Inquisition mean to you?
Perfection.
What will you sacrifice?
Sacrifice!? You ask me what I will sacrifice?! I am an Adepta Sororita, do I need to say more? My life, my mind, and my soul has been sacrificed to the God- Emperor and to my Order, I do not need to explain sacrifice.
What do you desire?
To give my life to the God-Emperor.
What do you hate?
Those that claim to be above the law and above the God-Emperor and his Church.
Stats
WS 30
Str 32
T 29
Agi 30
Int 38
Per 34
WP 32
Fel 33
Skills
Common Lore (Int)
Administratum
Ecclesiarchy
Imperial Creed
Imperium
War
Dodge (Agi)(100)
Literacy (Int)
Performer (Fel)
Singer
Scholastic Lore (Int)
Philosophy
Speak Language (Int)
High Gothic
Low Gothic
Trade (Int)
Copyist
Talents
Primitive
SP
Melee Weapon Training:
Primitive
Pistol Training
Las
SP
Pure Faith
Sound Con x1 (200)
Gear
Starting:
Flail (melee-1d10+2 I, flexible, primitive, [WT-4kg])
Las Pistol and charge pack (30m, [RoF-S/_/_] Dam-1d20+2 E, clip 30, rld- full, Reliable,[WT-1.5kg]
Carapac Chest Plate( Body +6 AP)
Mesh Cowl (Head +3 AP)
Aquila necklace
Chaplet Ecclesiasticus
Vestments
4 candles
Writing Kit
Rules of the Sororitas
Ring of Sufferage
Bought: 80 starting thrones
Red Dot Laser Sight (50)
Charge pack (15)
Traits
Wounds: 13
Fate Points: 2
Income: 70 thrones
Divination: (27) “Know the mutant, kill the mutant.” Increase perception by +2.
Traits:
Sheltered up bringing: (-10) to Charm, Deceive, Command, and Scrutiny dealing with Cultist, Traitors, necro-addicts
Gutter Scum, Heretics, Mutants and the like
Tempered Will: When attempting a Very Hard Challenge you only take a -20 not the normal -30
Misc
4. You think Izak Tem is woefully misinformed about the world and you have decided to teach them all you know.
18. Titus Grendel saw you absolutely lose it and go berserk once. Ask them what happened.
From the Desk of Darth Vertroue Diplomat to the USA.
You have the data-slate and some brief details for the mission. Perhaps this is some sort of test to see how your cell fairs on its own or how well you will work together, probably both. Either way, you are an Acolyte now and you are expected to make ends meet with the cell you have been placed in. Like it or not, there is a good chance you will be working with the two strangers standing next to you for a while, so you might as well at least introduce yourself.
"Brothers...
My name is Sister Kaltia Tybalt. In His grace and wisdom, He has placed us together. It is my pleasure to meet and to be working with both of you."
From the Desk of Darth Vertroue Diplomat to the USA.
"My name is Izak Tem."
"It seems we have some rough work ahead of us."
For those of you familiar with Hive Sibellus, you know that Port Sibellus is on the eastern side of the sprawl and that it is the most likely place to find passage onto a transport heading for Sheol 17. Otherwise, since that knowledge is no secret to the hive or its inhabitants, you are able to procure such information with ease. Given your new rank and authority in the Imperium, you can probably find a coach that will take you to the port free of charge.
"In His name be at ease, Captain. We are in need of your services."
From the Desk of Darth Vertroue Diplomat to the USA.
From the Desk of Darth Vertroue Diplomat to the USA.
The captain leads you onto the transport towards a hall filled with two rows of chairs on either side of the hall. "Please strap yourselves in until we have left Scintilla's atmosphere. Afterwards, feel free to use any room on the ship to your needs. Any of my crew members can and will be available for anything you require. The dining area is just down at the end of the hall, help yourselves to anything you might need. It will be a while before we reach Sheol 17."