40K/Inquisitor RPG. The Line of Damnation.

Petrosjko · Post by **Petrosjko** » 2005-05-04 06:25pm

He smiled, pain blazing across his scalp as the wounded flesh stretched on the side of his face.

Blood. The incinerated humours of the enemy troops wafted across his nose, a most pleasing scent. He stared at the sword, so powerful it could survive a full-on blast from a melta gun.

Such power could be his.

He was, after all, the best swordsman on the planet. There was no use in false modesty. With that sword in his hand, he could carve a path through the enemy, an unstoppable machine. He heard a blast of bolter fire from one of the Iron Men and knew that just as that creature had felled one, he could do so as well.

"Colonel-commissar..." one of the troops asked. "Your orders?"

Prius stood, riveted by the sight of the blade. So much power...

Stormbringer · Post by **Stormbringer** » 2005-05-05 04:47pm

"Come now commissar, is your faith so weak a mear trinket will break it?" Varian grated, his voice harsh with pain. He leveled his plasma pistol at Ristani. "I will take that, and see it properly destroyed."

Varian scooped up the blade and jammed it in the sheath. Visions of horror and slaughter danced before his eyes but it was next to nothing compared to the secrets wrenched from the Chaos Sorceror's mind. The power, the mystery, and all he would need to do is damn himself.

With effort Varian turned his mind back to the battle, once more following in the wake of the commissar and his motely bunch.

Imperial Overlord · Post by **Imperial Overlord** » 2005-05-05 06:45pm

The two surviving Men of Iron killed Skull Takers without mercy. The Adraxians had closed to ranges where the armour piercing slugs in their shotcannons could breach the heretic's armour and their flamers and melta guns would be effective. They added a terrible barrage of las fire and krak grenades to the mix. The Skull Takers died hard, but they still died.

The shock troops moved methodically through the dead, finishing anything that might have even remotely survived as the inquisitors considered the question of how to breech the Cathedral and proceed from here.

Petrosjko · Post by **Petrosjko** » 2005-05-06 12:31am

Prius shook his head as the siren song faded.

Heresy.

It is possible to love war too much, he'd been told. Become lost in the insanity until it became home. It could open the door to betrayal and apostasy, all too easily.

Duty, integrity, honor, and above all the Emperor. That was what they fought for.

He hefted his meltagun into firing position once more.

"Move it," he snarled at the troops, his voice ragged. "Let's finish this."

Imperial Overlord · Post by **Imperial Overlord** » 2005-05-12 12:57am

Jolan Gix walked warily forward as the Adraxians finished secured the area. "Anyone want to bet that they have a nasty surprise waiting for us the moment we try to go in?"

Stormbringer · Post by **Stormbringer** » 2005-05-12 12:36pm

"Only if you're betting they're not." Varian give a tight smile. "Send the Iron Men through first?"

Petrosjko · Post by **Petrosjko** » 2005-05-13 01:46am

Heat-waves shimmered off the barrel of Prius' meltagun as he stood to the side, letting a medic hastily apply some gel and gauze to the side of his head.

"That is what they are here for," he said.

Imperial Overlord · Post by **Imperial Overlord** » 2005-05-14 11:06pm

Jolan considered the huge, armoured doors of the Cathedrals. To guard against riots, of course. "How about melta bombs placed on a wall? Make our own entrance, preferably one where all their guns aren't pointing?"

Petrosjko · Post by **Petrosjko** » 2005-05-14 11:09pm

The light wrap of gauze in place, he nodded sagely as the medic moved away.

"Perhaps a small diversionary attack at the entrance as well?"

Imperial Overlord · Post by **Imperial Overlord** » 2005-05-17 02:31am

Jolan agreed. "The Men of Iron are both swift and heavily armoured. They have the best chance of pulling off such a diversionary attack."

Stormbringer · Post by **Stormbringer** » 2005-05-17 02:34am

"The send them through and stop wasting time. We can't very well afford to waste more time." Varian shrugged. "Do or die time."

Petrosjko · Post by **Petrosjko** » 2005-05-17 02:40am

Prius nodded, hefting his melta gun. "Iron Men to attack the front on my order," he ordered the troops. "We're breaching the wall with meltabombs. This way," he started down toward the wall.

"Emperor guide my hand in carrying out Your will. Emperor guide my blade in seeking out Your foes' hearts. Emperor guide my gun in dealing death to all who oppose Your plans."

Imperial Overlord · Post by **Imperial Overlord** » 2005-05-18 06:28pm

As the demolitions troopers moved forward, Gix addressed his colleagues. "I pushed my powers to the point of exhaustion confronting Tendao and I haven't had enough time to recover. I propose that I cover you advance on the magister and his minions and you bring your full strength to bear without squandering it on the cannon fodder. Hopefully it will only take a single shot of Pater's psycannon, but we all know better than to expect things to go that easily."

Stormbringer · Post by **Stormbringer** » 2005-05-19 12:50am

Varian wasn't exactly a stranger, he had seen the horrors spawned by the Slaaneshi cult which had killed his master. The horrors of the Warp took a lot of killing. And this seemed far, far more ominous.

"Hopefully. But if not, I can do my share. 'Crippled in body, pure in mind' as my old master used to quote."

In the back of his mind, secrets stirred at the breifest touch. They had their own animating spirit, or so it seemed. Yet Varian throttled them down, hard. "Emperor guide me. Let me be your striking sword, your shield. Let my frail life be a shield against the darkness." Over and over he rethought the litany.

Imperial Overlord · Post by **Imperial Overlord** » 2005-05-20 02:40am

"Move into position," ordered Gix. "After we blow the hole, I'll try to hold the breach for everyone else's entry. Remember, the Emperor protects." The young inquisitor readied his lasgun in its assault sling and double checked his pistols. His throat had gone dry and raspy. Hell awaited him ahead.

Petrosjko · Post by **Petrosjko** » 2005-05-20 02:48am

For a wonder, Prius wasn't browbeating the troops as they set the charges into place.

But then, it had been an actual point of emphasis that silence was a virtue while supervising the emplacement of explosive charges.

Instead, he stalked back and forth like a hungry lion, his meltagun finally cooled off and ready for another bout of extended use.

Imperial Overlord · Post by **Imperial Overlord** » 2005-05-23 07:25pm

Jolan stood back as the soldiers finished their work. They scuttled back from the melta bombs as both of the Men of Iron stepped forward. One soldier raised his arm and then let it dropped.

The flash was intense as the melta bombs slagged the Cathedral door. The Men of Iron charged forward. Sounds of weapons fire came from inside. Another soldier dropped his arm. Another intense flash, this one closer to Jolan, along the Cathedral wall. A small wave of explosive spheres flittered into the hole and detonated inside in a series of sharp cracks.

Jolan rushed forward. A wall of heat hit him and the conversion field began to glow softly. He unleashed another wave of grenades as the squad around him began to open up with lases and shotcannons at foes they could not yet clearly see. He fired his las on full auto, to supress any enemy troops, and plunged into the unknown.

Petrosjko · Post by **Petrosjko** » 2005-05-23 08:53pm

Should've preceded entry with a quick grenade barrage, Prius thought as he charged in.

Hindsight was incredible clarity, as they so often said. A screaming guardsmen fell back against him, blood spraying from his wounds. Prius slammed the meltagun's butt into the man's kidney and roughly shoved him forward onto his face, then charged over his body.

Stormbringer · Post by **Stormbringer** » 2005-05-23 09:27pm

Varian followed through one of the breachs. The charge must have been late or the cultists cowering there. But as he charged through the breach he slammed into them.

He drew the annointed power blade, bringing it down in hard vertical slash. It bisected the cultist but his fallen comrade swarmed,most weilding decayed but vicious industrial tools and other, less savory impliments.

Post by **NecronLord** » 2005-05-24 10:58am

The distraction at the front entrance went well, screams of pain and the sickening sounds of dismemberment mixed with the varied sounds of weapons fire. The remaining Iron Men were, however, exposed to significant counter-fire. Rockets smashed the ground around them and melta guns vapourised their silvered carapaces.

It was because of this distraction that the Inquisitors and their allies made such an effective entrance. Only a relative few startled cultist guards were close enough to put up a fight against them. The guardsman that Prius had so efficiently disposed of, to the great annoyance of a medic nearby, had been chewed up by a heavy stubber, and the wide, slow moving bolts from the weapon rebounded harmlessly off Jolan's conversion field, with blinding flashes as parts of them were converted, hurling the bolts away from the protected inquisitior.

The Living Saint was a whirl of bone white armour, splatted with multicoloured corrupted blood, her movements were controlled, beautiful even. More beautiful to the eye of a true follower of the Emperor was the way each of the flourishing moves resulted in the death of a traitor. A snap of the wrist bringing the tip of an anointed sword through the trachea of a cultist, a duck in her 'dance' positioning the meltagun for another low powered but lethal shot. In lesser company, this would be astonishing. With this group, it was merely impressive.

A cultist sagged as the lasbolts from Jolan's weapon blew his belly apart in a vile explosion of vapourised entrails. Another soon found himself skewered on the blade of the other Inquisitor. With a fanatisism that would have made the Ecclesiarchy, if it could be said to still exist on this world, proud, half a dozen of them, swinging chainsaws - plainly deluded into thinking of themselves as miniature traitor space marines - drills and jackhammers, flung themselves at Varian.

Somewhere to Prius' side, another guardsman dropped, headless, the flurry of projectiles and energy weapons too much for his luck to keep away from him.

In the near distance, they could hear an inexplicable boom, the sound of a plasma gun, looted from some spirer's armoury no doubt, overloading and immolating its user as the Men of Iron finally collapsed to the floor, limbs melted or blown off. One of the mechanical creatures crawled across the floor, oblivious to the cultists, frothing and frenzied, continuing to heat its deterioriating chassis with impotent lasbeams.

From somewhere it had found a melta bomb...

Another explosion marked the destruction of the last of the Iron Men, the machine creature had, however, managed to take an entire nest of heavy weapons with it. The cultist commanding the door's guard sank down behind a large block of masonry, and breathed a sigh of relief.

Suddenly, his unseeing eyes - Grandfather Nugle had things better than vision - opened. The sounds of battle, a little way from him made him realise something disturbing. The Inquisition had made their own entrance. He tried to rally his men, shouting with the fervour of a true demagogue, and lead off in the direction of the enemy.

Petrosjko · Post by **Petrosjko** » 2005-05-24 12:14pm

Prius hurled the exhausted meltagun away and drew his chainsword and power maul.

"Keep moving forward!" he bellowed.

Post by **NecronLord** » 2005-05-24 12:35pm

"Humm. This way!" shouted Lena, pointing along a side passage that led up alongside the nave of the cathedral. A guardsman snapped off a few shots agasint the first cultist reinforcements behind them.

Imperial Overlord · Post by **Imperial Overlord** » 2005-05-24 02:46pm

Light poured from Jolan's eyes as he emptied the power cell of his lasgun at the cultists. He released the weapon and drew his pistols as he sidestepped away from enemy fire. He raised his bolt pistol and bolts of incandescent witch fire poured from his eyes.

Green-yellow bolts of psychic fire streamed towards the cultists, burning flesh and blackening stone. Some scattered out of the way or took cover. Others had their flesh burned down ot the bone. Bursts of bolt fire were added to the havoc as Jolan scythed down the cultists around the heavy stubber. He raised his plasma pistol an unleashed a volley at an advancing pair of cultists, reducing them to ash and charred bone.

More bolts of psychic flame erupted from Jolan's eyes as he telekinetically reloaded the bolter and the las. His pistols slid back into their holsters as Jolan raised the lasgun and continued killing.

Pater Novum entered behind Varian. Bolts of telekinetic force from the force staff shattered bodies as he raised his psycannon and blew a barely humanoid mutant apart. Yellow ichor splattered everywhere. "Flamers!" Pater yelled.

Two Adraxians unleashed blasts from melta guns, clearing the way for the flamer troops to move into position. One of the troopers grunted as he took two hits on his cuirass. It didn't stop him. Streams of fire shot out towards the incoming cultists.

Petrosjko · Post by **Petrosjko** » 2005-05-24 05:46pm

Prius reached out to assense what opposition awaited the, but the roiling turmoil of the local warp prevented him from getting any sort of a grasp upon the enemy. Left blind, he simply followed Lena in, trusting in her instincts. The Emperor had his hand in this, and He would not lead them astray.

Imperial Overlord · Post by **Imperial Overlord** » 2005-05-24 06:48pm

"Gix!" Pater yelled, a step behind Ristani.

Jolan turned. His conversion field was flashing like a blinding strobe and his storm coat was in tatters from repeated hits. His eyes were the maws to hellish blast furnaces. "Move! I'll hold the rear!" The inquisitor raked a long burst of las fire at the cultists in front of him. "Everyone, move!" Pain lanced through his leg as a las bolt burned through his body armour and into his left calf. He gritted his teeth more blasts warp fire came leaped from his eyes.

"Throne!" Pater swore as he shattered bones with a bolt from his force staff. "Varian! Come on!" he shouted and ran after Ristani.