40K/Inquisitor RPG. The Line of Damnation.

Typhonis 1 · Post by **Typhonis 1** » 2005-01-02 02:52am

Nathan puilled a marauder off a Schola cadet and threw it telekinetically.He ducked under a second ones blow and shot it in the leg , crippling it. He turned to face the Cadets as he steped on the marauders throat crushing it.

"Follow ME"

He charged back into the fray not bothering to look back.

Petrosjko · Post by **Petrosjko** » 2005-01-02 02:56am

Prius was finally on top, and he made use of his leverage to vicious advantage, hammering punches into the face of his opponent. He clubbed away with his augmetic arm until the marauder's skull was thoroughly and brutally pulped, then looked around and realized that the combat had by and large moved past him. Scrambling to his feet, he gathered his chainsword, triggering it once to make certain it still functioned, scooped up his plasma pistol and followed Nathan's charge.

Imperial Overlord · Post by **Imperial Overlord** » 2005-01-02 02:59am

The Divine Retribution and the Plague King exchanged shots as they passed. On paper, their firepower and shields were close to equal in such an exchange. This was not the case.

Shanan's well drilled crew fired with precision against a ship which had lost shield generators and guns to damage. Damaged systems hindered accuracy as well and the Plague King lacked the Divine Retribution's accuracy. The Retribution's void shield's held, barely avoiding overload and multiple failures. The Plague King was ripped opened by the pass, a crippled vessel struggling to hold together with blazing fires and hard vacuum competing against each other to seize it's compartments.

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The enemy may have been indifferent to pain and immune to suffering, but they were flesh and bone. Bone did break and flesh did tear. Organs and blood, no matter how cancerous and disease ridden, were still needed for survival.

As Ristani struggled back into the fight, the champion's bodyguard pressed towards Nathan. Bolters spat death towards him and anyone who stood with them. Behind them their master stood in corroded power armour, a power sword of baroque make clenched in one hand and a bolt pistol in another. He was not traitor marine, but aped their appearance. Father Nurgle had granted him many gifts and his might was great.

Petrosjko · Post by **Petrosjko** » 2005-01-02 03:09am

Prius triggered his internal vox. "Nathan, you can handle the large one. I'll distract the rest."

Prius darted into the midst of the corrupted honor guard, a whirling dervish of death as he lashed out with his chainsword, not seeking any particular target, just working to distract, divert, and confuse.

Multiple opponents in melee can work to your advantage. Either they give a frack about chopping off each other's limbs and hold back, or they don't and do your work for you.

It was the words of one of his Guard instructors at the Schola, and he was going to put that theory to test now... As he spun and whirled, he called out oaths to the Emperor, putting the full force of his power behind them, seeking to slow them down...

Imperial Overlord · Post by **Imperial Overlord** » 2005-01-02 03:20am

The marauders, veterans of many close quarters battles, closed with whirling chain blades on the lone commissar. They moved together, anticipating each other's moves. In a second or two they would strike at the commissar. From multiple angles and positions. Simultaneously.

Before they could do so, they were bowled over by a wave of psychic force. Nathan leaped through their prone bodies towards their lord. A suicidal maneuver if even one of those hardened veterans struck at him while he engaged the champion. But Nathan had faith in Prius Ristani.

Petrosjko · Post by **Petrosjko** » 2005-01-02 03:24am

Prius saw two of them moving to strike Nathan from the floor and dove forward, taking a shot with his plasma pistol that vaporized one, his chainsword striking the other's blade offline in the nick of time. He hit the floor and surged forward, planting the blade of his chainsword in the marauder's stomach and using it to lever himself to his feet, whirling to resume his attack on the other marauders.

Imperial Overlord · Post by **Imperial Overlord** » 2005-01-02 03:30am

Power sword clashed with Nemesis force weapon. Nathan's opponent was larger and much more powerful. He flung the inquisitor down with a shove. He brought his sword down to finish him. But Nathan had already rolled aside. Even taking into account the powered armour, the Chaos champion wasn't fast. Maybe average. A telekinetic push off brought the inquisitor back to his feet and back into the fight.

Two marauders faced off against Ristani. The moved to flank on either side, slashing rapidly with their chain axes to keep him on the defensive and to pound through his guard. A glancing blow connected and chewed up part of Ristani's armour. How much longer until their blades tasted his flesh?

Petrosjko · Post by **Petrosjko** » 2005-01-02 03:37am

It was utterly insane. Prius was grinning as he whirled and dodged, his eyes glowing. He sensed the threats as they came and ducked a blow that would have decapitated him, only to take the other on his leg. The blow chewed into the armor and then met his augmetic leg, barely penetrating the casing before he whirled and struck out again.

He was likely going to die, but as always it was liberating to throw his whole soul into the service of the Emperor and strike without fear or hesitation.

Post by **The Yosemite Bear** » 2005-01-02 03:41am

Lillith was prepared for the minions of decay, the small coweled armoured form, shouted Burn the diseased ones!, the maruaders recoiled as the soulless appoched. Her stabs moved lightning quick, not intended to inflict real damage but to be as unpredictable, and hold up as many of the unclean as possible. Concerned with her, and loosing their connection to their patron in her presence, they would not be aware of the killing strokes coming for them.

As they finally closed, she let loose a final piece of Xeno-tech, liberated from the storehouses. Convent guidelines recommended fire for minions of the ruinous powers, the suggestion was doubaly suggested for minions of rot. A small sphere was tossed behind the champion as the sister retreated. The sudden heat pulse of starfire tore into the enemy. Normally the scouring blast would of course done little to the armour of a traitor marine, however since Lillith's previous attacks had opened holes in the armours of the enemies...

Imperial Overlord · Post by **Imperial Overlord** » 2005-01-02 03:49am

Several maruaders writhed and fell as the clinging fire found their flesh through the holes in the armour. Their leader was unbowed and at Nathan. Who suddenly wasn't there. Telekinesis moved Nathan faster than his legs would. In one brief burst, he crossed three meters of space, moving from the champion's right to his left. His weapon was swinging as whe moved.

The Nemesis blade had more than enough reach. It sliced through the champion's helmet and kept on going. Inhuman vitality can only do so much. The traitor fell his head in two pieces.

The burning flames did not penetrate Ristani's enemies armour, but it did distract them momentarily. For a man as deadly as Ristani, that was enough.

Petrosjko · Post by **Petrosjko** » 2005-01-02 03:54am

He had entered Lilith's sphere of nullification, but her attack compensated. He shoulderblocked into one opponent, slamming him into the wall as he lashed out with his chainsword, sawing deep into his opponent's torso, nearly cutting him in half. His surviving opponent snarled, slamming a forearm down on Prius' shoulder hard enough to fracture his collarbone, but as the commissar recoiled he swept his chainsword across, dispatching his final opponent.

He rotated, looking for something else to kill, panting and grinning madly. As he realized that every hostile was dead, the grin slowly faded. His arm hung limp as his body struggled to knit the fracture back together.

"Dead," he whispered. "All dead..."

Post by **The Yosemite Bear** » 2005-01-02 04:02am

Setting aside longinus Lillith pulled out a melta pistol.

They are minions of Rot, they are not dead until they have been scoured with flame.

Imperial Overlord · Post by **Imperial Overlord** » 2005-01-02 04:02am

All dead. Ships smashed boarders slain and now the final, terrible end. The tiny foothold of chaotic troops looked up as fire fell from the sky. The Divine Retribution's gun batteries rained destruction down on the heretic encampment and anything else within ten kilometers.

When the the bombardment ceased, landing shuttles were dispatched. The Guard units that had travelled within the Retribution's hull would help secure the world. As for the mighty ship itself, she headed back for the edges of the system. She needed to return to the mighty expeditionary force that was building to liberate Cyrus Gamma.

Petrosjko · Post by **Petrosjko** » 2005-01-02 04:08am

Prius methodically moved among the corpses, burning each one. As he passed by the bodies of dead cadets, armsmen or Sword members, he spoke a simple prayer aloud, commending their soul to the Emperor before turning his purloined flamer loose on the corpse.

There was a definite postbattle low setting in on him, as his adrenaline levels crashed back to normal. He so longed to return to that state of divine awareness, where every motion was grand and somehow holy. Times like this, in between, were almost a dull gray in shade compared to the vibrancy of life and death.

But as the Emperor endured, so would he.

Post by **The Yosemite Bear** » 2005-01-02 04:22am

Myy master ordered me to report in after battles.

the medcae scanned the small sister, "There is something strange about the bone growth in your left leg."

"oh that, I was shot by a heretic a month ago. It was some strange weapon, I think it's called a sonic blaster."

Petrosjko · Post by **Petrosjko** » 2005-01-02 07:51pm

"Did we win?" the boy whispered through ruined lips. His eyes were empty sockets, covered by gauze wrappings, a near miss from a plasma bolt having liquified part of his face.

Prius squeezed his hand. "We won. You carried yourself well, Jasin."

"They say they will give me new eyes, colonel-commissar. I can fight again," Jasin shifted painfully in the bed. "Can I come back?"

"There will be a place for you in the Sword when you're healed," Prius assured him. "The eyes take some getting used to, mine did anyway. Be strong in your faith to the Emperor, and He will see that you slay many more enemies before joining him."

Reaching down, he patted the Schola cadet gently on the arm before moving on to the next wounded soldier. The casualties had been brutal, and they'd had to exterminate more than one infected soldier who was beyond recovery, but the Sword had acquitted itself well. Prius had stopped in to speak with them, to deliver encouragement and assess their suitability for return. Adivan had remarked in passing that soon enough they would all be loaded down with augmetics like his. It was worth the effort to keep his loyal and well-drilled troops in action, though.

Imperial Overlord · Post by **Imperial Overlord** » 2005-01-02 10:58pm

The Divine Retribution broke back into real space along with the survivors of Pilium squadron. The ship began to ponderously maneuver towards the Ramilies Star Fort. As it neared the world, the makeshift convoy being assembled registered on surveyor screens. Two Sword class frigates sheparded the transports and the comandeered civilian vessels. Shuttles ran to the surface to pick up guard units and transport them to their new vessels.

Overseeing this complicated process was the mighty battleship Sword of Glory. It was more than a ship, it was an icon of Imperial power. The first such vessel constructed in uncounted centuries, the Sword of Glory's new crew trained uncessingly for their first battle against the foes of the Imperium.

Petrosjko · Post by **Petrosjko** » 2005-01-02 11:00pm

Prius Ristani rarely remembered his dreams. Of late they were violent, turbulent affairs that awoke him in a state of anxiety, but the details slid from his mind as soon as his eyes opened.

Travel in the warp only accentuated this.

He was fighting or refighting some battle or another when he felt the sudden pressure on his lower abdomen. No dream.

His augmetic hand snapped up, holdout stubber firmly gripped as he aimed down toward his feet. The mechanical finger was already taking up the slack on the trigger when he recognized the small shape and relaxed.

The cat stared at the weapon, eyes reflecting the dim light with an eerie glow. As Prius sat rock still, it leaned forward, sniffing at the barrel, then it brushed its cheek against it.

Prius watched with fascination. "You are not," he said quietly, "Possessed of much of a sense of self preservation, are you?"

The cat didn't answer, but emitted the strange harmonic noise that Pater had said was a sign of contentment. Prius lifted the weapon off line, shaking his head. Talking to beasts. What an utterly irrational form of behavior.

The cat advanced down his stomach, pausing to stretch as it reached his chest, forelegs extended as it gave a mighty yawn. Then with the perversity only found in one species in the entire known galaxy, it settled in and laid its head on its paws, closing its eyes.

Prius stared at the strange animal for a long moment, strangely uninclined to simply hurl it to the floor. Finally, he lowered his arm and laid his head back, closing his eyes and drifting off to the turbulence of his dreams once more...

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Two hours later the klaxons sounded as the Divine Retribution broke into real space. Prius sat up without thinking, depositing the cat on the floor in an unceremonious lump. It jumped to its feet, offering him a venomous glare before skittering away.

He shook his head, wondering why he had the damnedest urge to apologize for it. There was something strange about that creature...

Petrosjko · Post by **Petrosjko** » 2005-01-02 11:51pm

Prius buttoned his uniform shirt in a hurry. He'd hoped to be awake for the transit back, but the vagaries of warp travel had deposited them much sooner than expected, and he would have to hurry down to the comm center to see what the latest word on affairs was.

Buckling his chainsword into place, he holstered his plasma pistol and darted out the door.

Imperial Overlord · Post by **Imperial Overlord** » 2005-01-03 12:06am

Jolan Gix sat ramrod straight in his chair. The early reports of the astounding victory in the Zelnar system were a pleasant surprise. Most of the ground defences were intact and the planet itself was capable of constructing orbital defences. Coupled with the losses to the archenemy's fleet, it was a positive development. There had been enough bad knews of late.

He flipped through his data slate. Cyrus Gamma was a real hellpit of Hive World. It was a Necromundia type enviromental disaster zone with toxic waste deserts and a caustic atmosphere. The hives were armoured shells constructed like giant beehives or termite mounds on the blasted wastland of the surface. Armoured spires protruded from the main hive body, housing space ports, defenses, and the hive elite.

And all had been thrown down. The Imperial Commander was a captive. Institutions of Imperial authority were burning or under seige. The enemy paraded its soldiers in the corridors and streets of the hives.

Two hundred and seventy six hives. A population in the excess of three hundred billion. The tithe figures and contributions were staggering. The flow of men, material, and finished goods was tremendous. To read the numbers was one thing. To comprehend how what those numbers represented was another. It was so big.

And now it was the in the hands of the Ruinous Powers. That could not be permitted. With the archaeotech and the instability of the whole region, allowing the enemy access to those kind of resources would be disasterous. If the world could not be liberated soon, it would have to be destroyed.

Petrosjko · Post by **Petrosjko** » 2005-01-03 12:17am

Prius was also staring at the numbers, his mind almost boggling at the figures. It dwarfed his old home hive by an epic scale.

And it was in the hands of the archenemy. This heralded the sort of war that could drag on for years and even decades, a grinding hive-by-hive fight that would demand the resources of a large portion of the subsector.

Only they couldn't afford it, not with the archaeotech and other considerations.

He fervently hoped that the Inquisitors had something up their collective sleeves.

Imperial Overlord · Post by **Imperial Overlord** » 2005-01-03 01:34am

Commodore Lena Novdalorin waited for the naval security troopers to open the door and let her into Inquisitor Gix's office. It was irritating to see men who wore navy uniforms take orders from someone outside the navy, but there wasn't much she could do about it. She stepped through the portal and into the spartan room.

Everything was functional. The cot, the chairs, the armour stand, the weapon rack, the desk, and the cogitator. Only the brass tubing on the display screen an the padding of Gix's chair indicated anything beyond pure functionality. Even Gix's weapons, with the exception of the force rod, were bare of the elaborate decoration weapons of such status were customarily decorated with.

Gix himself sat stiffly in his chair, not looking much worse for ware. "Thank you for coming, Commodore. Do you wish to take a seat?"

"No, thank you inquisitor. I prefer to stand. How are your injuries."

Gix smiled wryly. "Uncomfortable. I'll get right down to business Commdore. It is one thing to know the tithe rate of a heavily industrialized planet like a hive world. It is simple to multiply it by the size of its population and come up with an answer. That's just math. To fully grasp the implications of numbers that large is another thing entirely. Given the status of the subsector, Cyrus Gamma cannot be allowed to become a bastion of the arch enemy."

"I'm navy inquisitor. We understand exactly how important industrialized worlds are. I agree completely."

"Good. Then you'll agree that a full task force must be mobilized to deal with Cyrus Gamma immediately."

"Yes, but there are a number of considerations. Numbers of available troops for one. Transport for another."

"We don't have enough of either to hold the world," Gix agreed. "We have to hope that they will be enough to break the back of the enemy's military. If the entire planet is lost to heresy, we can do nothing. If the local forces have been overwhelmed by enemy forces, but there are still a large number of loyalists on the planet we can make it work. If we cannot retake the world with the forces available to us, then blockade and exterminatus are our two remaining options."

"The quality of your troops is less than ideal," Lena said dryly.

"Agreed. Legio Xenos scum, penal troops, and former PDF soldiers make up the largest bodies of our forces. We have a core of good troops and excellent equipment from our recent actions. As well as some nonstandard resources." A nice way of talking about the fruits of confiscations, virtual extortion, and inquisitional fiat.

"We need Astartes," said Commadore Novdalorin bluntly.

"They haven't come yet and they might not come in time to do any good," responded Gix. "You know the local military establishment and your judgement is sound. I need a recommendation for a Lord Militant to lead our forces. I don't need a bloody handed thug. I need someone with skill and audacity who can win without sending men into a meat grinder and burying the enemy in corpses. We don't have that option."

"I'll think about it. Anything else?"

"A number of the hives are equipped to resist attacks from space. Furthermore we have evidence that the archenemy has a powerful naval presence in the subsector. It is unlikely that a prize like Cyrus Gamma isn't heavily defended. The fleet needs to do its job before the rest of us can do ours. You're the best one for the job. The Ramilies and the wounded cruisers are a potent defensive force. Everything else is subject to your discretion. We need a win commodore, we need one badly. We're counting on you."

She smiled and saluted. "Then I better come through."

Post by **The Yosemite Bear** » 2005-01-03 02:48am

abserving how the agent of the humans had deposited her so uncermoniusly Kalima, bane of the Rakasha, glared at the human before stalking off to some dark corner of the ship. She could sense the minds of others of her kind, and began communicating. Like the eldar, cats could walk the warp almost at will, they were small beings rarely noticed by the larger enities, and together they spied.

*how was hunting?*
*good, the anchinet foe, the plauge bearer was humbled by the humans*
*that is good, then they began the ritual of beathing following an encounter with the Plauge lords.*

Cats are cousins to the enities of the warp, scattered into a million eyes, together they remember what the strife lords have forgotten*

Typhonis 1 · Post by **Typhonis 1** » 2005-01-03 01:25pm

Nathan read over a few more reports when he felt something brush his leg, looking down he saw the cat that had adopted them. Yes the cat adopted them not the other way around.

He picked the animal up and heard it growl some,he set it down in his lap and stroked it settling the beast down as he continued to read thye reports given to him.

He also hope Lillith was enjoying the volume of Kipling she had commandered from his bags.

Petrosjko · Post by **Petrosjko** » 2005-01-03 04:36pm

Prius circled in front of the assembled commissars, young and old, new and grizzled. Some were barely from the infirmaries, inflamed skin surrounding new augmetics, bandages still wrapping wounds.

"Make no mistake, this is the most important battle of our lives. The enemy is powerful, well-entrenched, and filled with the false raptures of their forsaken idols. Against this we will be committing what scraps we have assembled."

His voice dropped dramatically as he looked at them. "Were it just us alone, I would not give great odds for our success."

He paused dramatically to let that sink in, to get an estimation of the spirit of the assembled political officers, before pounding his fist on the lectern next to him. His augmetic hand splintered the wood with a dramatic crunch.

"But we are not alone!" he shouted. "For we have him on Terra to guide us in our darkest hours! Do you believe?"

Voices raised in assent.

"DO YOU BELIEVE?" he bellowed at the top of his lungs. The response was louder this time, more spirited.

"The Emperor will always stand by his faithful servants! Take this and know it in your hearts! Carry your knowledge and faith to the men, and fill their souls with righteous zeal! The commissar can have no doubt, and by his certainty, the men gain certainty! When the warriors of the Imperium are filled with surety, with righteousness, with pure faith in Him, there is no foe in this galaxy who can stand against us! NONE!"

The response was hearty and inspiring, but Prius had seen doubt in some eyes. He marked the faces and names with care. They would be taken care of later...