40K/Inquisitor RPG. The Line of Damnation.

Imperial Overlord · Post by **Imperial Overlord** » 2005-02-16 10:46pm

"What do you need?" replied the judge. "We have Arbites, snipers, PDF troopers, and civilian volunteers. The terrain makes vehicles somewhat problematic, but we still have some man portable heavy weapons."

Petrosjko · Post by **Petrosjko** » 2005-02-16 10:57pm

He shook his head. "No vehicles, but every heavy weapon you can spare for this venture. Mortars especially. The Sword will strike, and when they come back for us, we'll pull them into a killing zone and hammer them, and signal our people to hit them from the other side."

Doctrine. Whenever possible, find ways to strike the enemy. Recognize opportunity when it arose, and make maximum usage of it.

Imperial Overlord · Post by **Imperial Overlord** » 2005-02-16 11:03pm

"It will be done, colonel-commissar," said the judge. "I'll issue orders for our peripherary scouts to guide your forces in."

Petrosjko · Post by **Petrosjko** » 2005-02-16 11:04pm

He nodded, then looked at Varian. Quietly, so none of the others would hear, and a bit hesitantly, he spoke. "It would perhaps be best if you remained behind, inquisitor Varian."

Stormbringer · Post by **Stormbringer** » 2005-02-16 11:15pm

"And why is that Commisar?"

Petrosjko · Post by **Petrosjko** » 2005-02-16 11:23pm

"To minimize risk to the chain of command. Right now there are three of us..." four if Pater was alive, but best not to get the hopes up too soon "...who can guide this resistance to achieve its objectives."

Ristani, Varian, and Yashida, the only ones aware of the true nature of their mission.

Furthermore, it was simple. Inquisitors were really far too valuable to be risked in simple combat missions. That was the work of soldiers like himself.

Stormbringer · Post by **Stormbringer** » 2005-02-16 11:28pm

"Very well. I can accept that, for now, but I would also remind you that you are valuable as well. No unnecessary heroics Commisar."

From his acquitance with the Commisar he probably would anyway. But it had to be done, he was an Inquisitor not a Guardsman. He would be of limted use commanding.

Petrosjko · Post by **Petrosjko** » 2005-02-16 11:33pm

He blinked, somewhat surprised and puzzled by the admonition. "Of course not, inquisitor." He paused for a moment, then gave his small smile. "After all, we have traitor marines and daemons to slay, soon enough." With that, he snapped a formal salute. His vox crackled in his ear... apparently, Yashida was insisting on coming along, and he certainly wouldn't argue with the presence of the hulking marine. It was a comfort to have such a devout and capable warrior of the Emperor at their side.

Stormbringer · Post by **Stormbringer** » 2005-02-16 11:45pm

"All the more reason not to let these heretic get you."

The Commisar brushed those off lightly, perhaps, but this had all the makings of real trouble. The enemy clearly was bent on finishing off the Imperial reinforcements. Hopefully these men could hold.

Petrosjko · Post by **Petrosjko** » 2005-02-16 11:50pm

Prius turned away, subvocalizing orders to his vox as he quickly strode out of the command center. Soon enough his role would be at the center nexus of coming events, guiding the arising crusade, but for now he was still a field commander, with loyal forces of the Emperor to extract from the teeth of damnation itself.

Imperial Overlord · Post by **Imperial Overlord** » 2005-02-17 12:57am

The Pox Brotherhood slid forward through the ruins like a poisonous snake. They would bring death and degredation to the enemy. The human psyche was not equipped to deal with what the horrors they committed as a matter of routine.

But the did not advance unnoticed. Snipers and observers hidden in ruined spires spotted them and sent back their locations to their comrades in arms. The Imperium would not meekly surrender to monsters such as these. They would fight to the last against the nightmare they represented.

As the Sword moved out, teams carrying autocannons and missle launchers trailed them. Behind them came the mortar crews. The men (they were almost all men) were tired and resigned to the fighting. But they would not flinch from doing what they must. The enemy that had destroyed their hopes, lives, and dreams would be paid in kind. And they had the down payment in hand.

Petrosjko · Post by **Petrosjko** » 2005-02-17 01:12am

The Swordsmen moved with adept ease through the rubble. Prius had given them one of his little pep talks prior to embarking, emphasizing the opportunity they had to avenge the fallen. Prius trailed a bit back from the point squad, Yashida at his side. He marveled at how silently and gracefully the large warrior moved as they closed in.

He fought the urge to reach out for Pater's mind yet- there was too strong a likelilhood his untutored fumblings would be detected. No, best to wait until they were engaged before trying to make contact via mind or vox.

Post by **The Yosemite Bear** » 2005-02-17 02:10am

The sisters hospitallier began their preperations, The Tech sisters were out for retribution at the destruction of their beloved, tempermental pain in the posterior, Fawkes. They had been working overtime cobbling together heavy weapons from the spares left over for the repair of the destroyed Immolator.

The tech sisters had managed to assemble a Multi-Melta, a couble of storm bolters, and a heavy flamer.

Imperial Overlord · Post by **Imperial Overlord** » 2005-02-17 02:20am

The Pox Brotherhood slid ahead. Their skirmishers slid forward, hoping to take Pater's troops by surprise. They failed.

Novum may have been an inexperienced inquisitor, but he was a veteran combatant, with the best training possible lavished on him. His psychic senses had detected the corrupt miasma of the Pox Brotherhood's approach. His troops were ready.

Grenade launchers coughed out explosives at the skirmisher's hiding places. Lasguns were leveled to burn down any exposed target. Heavy weapons were hustled ahead. Pater knew that to stay here was to die. He had to fight on the run.

The Pox Brotherhood was undeterred by Pater's counter strike. Their corrupt flesh was indifferent to shock and pain. They had given up hope before they entered the service of Father Nurgle. Their armour may have filthy but it was strong. Bleeding, battered, shell shocked and concussed, their officers and NCOs pushed them forward and poured on the fire. They weren't human enough to succoumb to despair. They had done that when they had first given themselves to the Lord of Pestilance and their despair now belonged to Him.

Petrosjko · Post by **Petrosjko** » 2005-02-17 02:26am

Prius glanced at Yashida, nodding minutely, before signalling the advance. The pace picked up as they moved to the sound of the guns.

Post by **The Yosemite Bear** » 2005-02-17 02:30am

One of the sister's threw a home made granade at the chaos scum. she was cut down by massed fire as she did, but the missile she had thrown exploded before it reached the positions of the pox brotherhood, a mist came down, slow and silent with a lemony+floral scent. the mist burned and ionized all it touched. Layers of soot sloughed off the rubble leaving white ceremite behind, and traveled twords the Pox brotherhood.

Imperial Overlord · Post by **Imperial Overlord** » 2005-02-17 02:48am

The Pox Brotherhood didn't bother sneering at the useless weapon. They were creatures out of nightmare. What did they have to fear? Nothing but their masters. They advanced, firing as they moved.

It wasn't without cost. Twisted and disease stricken as they were, they Pox Brothers were still human. Their unnatural vitality could only push them as far as physical limits allowed. Lasbolts, frag grenades, and assault cannon rounds wrecked corrupted flesh and left them to die in the rubble. As they closed the distance, a few snipers opened up from a distance, killing here and there before stopping to relocate.

But what stopped them were the heavy weapon teams. The heavy guns blew apart advancing troops, allowing Pater's men the time to retreat. Flamers licked out and bought time. The Pox Brotherhood hunkered down so their snipers and heavy weapons could open up avenues of attack.

An unfortunate man was overrun and captured alive. He was passed back down the line by scaberous hands. In a ruined building several officers and a priest awaited him. The opened their armour to reveal their diseased members and his piercing screams could be heard a great distance away as the Pox Brotherhood began the process of recruiting a new soldier.

Petrosjko · Post by **Petrosjko** » 2005-02-17 02:58am

They were in as good a position as they were going to get. Prius opened the channel on his vox. "FOR THE EMPEROR! ATTACK!"

All along the line, fire lashed out at the rear of the Pox Guard as the Sword leapfrogged forward, covering each other as they lanced into the chaos troopers.

Post by **The Yosemite Bear** » 2005-02-17 03:04am

Sister Rebekka injected an injured sword trooper with a milky substance, his screams echoed as the Apothecarian's formula fought to purge the curruption, his mouth spat white foam and his eyes rolled back while the convulsions intensified (his soul was in the emporer's hands now, he would either die in grace, or the formula would heal but scar him.) Rebekka fired back her bolt pistol, loaded with "Absolution" a biotoxic mass that would cause the unclean to spontaneously combust. a single person pillar of fire, not the explosive grenade effect of the cursed xenos bio-toxin weapons.

Imperial Overlord · Post by **Imperial Overlord** » 2005-02-17 03:09am

The Pox Brotherhood fell back in dissarray as the Sword cut into them. Flamers and hellguns blazed at close range, devestating the damned soldiers who fell under their lash. Their own lasguns and slug throwers were often useless agains the heavy armour of the Sword.

Pater didn't waste a moment. He poured fired into miling mobs of the Pox Brotherhood as him troops leapfrogged away. Rockets and autocannon shells began to rain down on the Brotherhood as PDF heavy weapon team opened up on them.

Prius Ristani lead his men from the front. He slew mercilessly with chainsword and boltpistol. His limbs seemed to be infused with divine might as struck down the enemy. They were the true face of the enemy. Foul, rotting, devoid of anything decent. This was the true face of the enemy and it could not stand against those who were true to the Emperor. Ristani's troops butchered those who had betrayed their Emperor and now wallowed in the degredation of unbelief.

Petrosjko · Post by **Petrosjko** » 2005-02-17 03:15am

He could almost believe that they could carry the day on this charge alone, but the analytical part of his mind warned him that such a numerical advantage would not be nullified by shock value alone. As he darted around a collapsed wall with one of his fire teams, moving to flank a group of Pox warriors who'd taken up residence in a shell crater, he reached out with his mind.

Pater... Pater... we've come for you. Can you hear me?

Post by **The Yosemite Bear** » 2005-02-17 03:32am

Yashida strode out with his full "Oni" mask on The psychological warfare element was completly lost on the minions of chaos, however the Sargent moved with grace and skill, his curved powersword sliced cleanly through his foe's lasweapon, but soon the minions of the rotten one would notice him. At this time Yashida wished that he was one of the chapter's librarians gifted with the power of "Chi", however there were some things he could do as his "breath of dragon" plasma pistol burned cleanly through the filth and underlying material of the apponet's armour. Like his foes he could keep this up for days, unlike his foes he was but one. fortunatly he had some special options.

Petrosjko · Post by **Petrosjko** » 2005-02-17 03:38am

As Prius studied the situation, preparing to loft a grenade into the crater with his augmetically enhanced strength, he a glimpse of Yashida striding into battle.

Glorious.

For some odd reason, he was briefly reminded of one of the instructors at the Schola who had encouraged them to speak encouraging litanies over the vox during battles. In one of the rare contradictions of his training, that matter had been reversed and quickly discouraged by other members of the staff. It was logical enough, given how vox discipline was so thoroughly ground into them. But watching the Space Marine carve through the foe really did give him the urge to break out with an uplifting hymnal. Instead, he counted a couple of seconds before lobbing his grenade into the crater.

Post by **The Yosemite Bear** » 2005-02-17 04:09am

Musashi said cut as you are being cut, prepare every moment of your life for your death. The Marine sargent was in his element now, moving faster then humanly possible, the brain enhance-ments that allowed him to fight for days without sleep, also boosted up his perceptions and his reaction speed. The powersword he wielded with one augmented hand had been designed on the basis of the anchient katana, (musashi would have wielded one with each hand, or beaten his foes to death with an oar. Still Yashida moved with flawless grace, would but his battle brother were here. keying a vox command the Sargent sent a single command to the assembled sword and Yojimbo. "On Death Ground!"

The marine suddenly dropped back as the fire intensified. The melted sections of his armour were slowly cooling, his wounds were manageable. Still even with this relief there was only so much a single marine could do.

Imperial Overlord · Post by **Imperial Overlord** » 2005-02-18 08:48pm

The fierce counter attack and the supporting fire drove the Pox Brotherhood back. The Astartes had been a rock which had broken their charges. Despite his stealth, they had known he was out there and he had emerged to frustrate their attacks every time. The fierce fightiing of the Imperial Guard and the sniping had further stimied each push. Pater Novum travelled from squad to squad, adding his strength and confidence to their efforts. All three pushes from the Pox Brotherhood had been repulsed.

The Sword's flank attack had exacerbated their problems. A reinforced platoon had been annhilated (all the Pox Brotherhood platoons were reinforced), another forced to retreat under fire from snipers and heavy weapon crews. Losses had been heavy among all three companies. It took a few moments for Lieutenant-Colonel Sakesh to asses his losses and reorganize his force. In the Pox Brotherhood, all but the most severely wounded were considered suitable for frontline service. He ordered the attack renewed and signaled headquarters.

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"Milord?" quavered a subordinate.

'Yes?" responded The Reaver in a mild tone.

"The enemy has a space marine with them."

"A marine. Just one?"

"Yes milord. Just the one."

"Hmmm. Must be one of the Mentor Legions. Tell the unit commanders his death is now alpha priority. Prisoners and annhilation of the rest of that unit are downgraded the beta. I do not want that one reaching those holdouts. They are annoying enough as it is."

"Your will, milord. But. . . ."

"Yes?" The Reaver snarled.

"The Pox Brotherhood is taking heavy losses. A sally force has attacked them."

"Who else do we have in the area?"

"Several units of scout and the remnants-"

"Send them. All of them. Tell them their choices are victory or the Slaaneshi torture cages."

"Yes lord."