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PostSubject: Alistair Sanford - Imperial Guardsman   Thu Jan 11, 2018 11:51 pm

Rolls for GM approval :


Name: Alistair Sanford (Niall Casey)
Age: 27
Sex: Male
Homeworld: Farnham (Éadóchas 2a, Quarantined World)
Divination: Violence solves everything. (+3BS -3 int)
Background: Imperial Guard
Role: Assassin

WS: 31
BS: 53***
S: 31
T: 34*
Ag: 33
Int: 31
Per: 41*
WP: 31
Fel: 29
Inf: 32

Wounds (Critical): 6/9 (0)
FP: 2?/3
Movement: 3m/6m/9m/18m
Insanity: 9/100
Corruption: 2/100
Mutations: -

Carry Capacity: 36kg
Lifting Off the Ground: 72kg
Pushing/Shoving Limit: 144kg

Skills (known skills in bold):
Acrobatics (Ag)
Athletics (S)
Awareness (Per) + 10
Charm (Fel)
Command (Fel)
Commerce (Int)
Common Lore (Int)
-Imperial Guard
Deceive (Fel)
Dodge (Ag)
Forbidden Lore (Int)
Interrogation (WP)
Intimidate (S)
Linguistics (Int)
Logic (Int)
Medicae (Int)
Navigate (Int)
Operate (Ag)
Parry (WS)
Scholastic Lore (Int)
Scrutiny (Per)
Security (Int)
Sleight of Hand (Ag)
Stealth (Ag)
Survival (Per)
Tech-Use (Int)
Trade (Int)

- Weapon Training (Las, low tech)
- Jaded (pg 128) (Immune to fear (1))
- Precision Killer (pg 130) (Can do called shots at no penalty)

- Homeworld; Secretive by Nature  (Enemies beyond pg 30) (All Subtlety decreases are reduced by 2 to a minimum of 1)  
- Background; Hammer of the Emperor (pg 56) (reroll damage rolls of 1,2 if someone else has attacked target in last turn)
- Role; Sure Kill (pg 62) (Can spend fate points to do additional damage = DOS on attack roll)
- Photovisor Dark sight (pg 135) (Can see in total darkness, takes no penalties)

- Imperial Guard Flak armour (AP:4 all)

Lasgun (Basic; 100m; S/3/-; 1d10+3 E, pen 0; clip: 60; Rld: Full; Reliable)
- Power packs x2 (117/120)
Combat knife- mono
- Melee attachment (Melee, 1d10+SB(3) R. pen 2)
- knife (melee, 1d5+SB(3) R, pen 2)

- Combat Vest (15kg of readied items, free action to draw)
   -- Grapnel and Line  (pg 176) (Can use to climb vertically 100m)
   -- Magnoculars (pg 176) (See things far away)
   -- Respirator (pg 171) (Filters air, +30 to gas, w/ reroll)
   -- Photovisors (pg 171) (gives dark vision)
   -- Las power packs
  -- Medi-kit (pg 176) (+10 to medicae tests)
- Lho sticks x 12
- Common craftsmanship survival suit

Aptitudes: Agility, Ballistic skill, Finesse, General, Intelligence, Perception, fieldcraft, & Toughness
XP (spent/available): 200/1700
XP Expenditure:
- Ballistic skill (simple, 100)
- Ballistic skill (Intermediate, 250)
- Ballistic skill (trained, 500)
- Perception (simple, 100)
- Toughness (simple 250
- Awareness (100)
- Awareness (trained) (200)
- Dodge (200)
- Stealth (100)
- Survival (100)
- Precision Killer (300)

Ordo/Faction/Allegiance: Inquisitor, as long as he doesn't kill Alistair

Body Type: Weedy
Height: 5' 11"
Weight: 75kg
Skin: Fair
Hair: Black
Eyes: Green
Notable quirks: Often slouches.

Outfit: Guard Flak armour, respirator, photo-visors.

Physical description:
Alistair Sanford, standing at attention, cuts a disconcerting figure. Armoured in a drab green and brown, Respirator and photo-visors covering his face, and lasgun at the ready. This image is usually ruined by Alistair's tendency to slouch, making him seem shorter than his 5'11". Additionally, his armour is often smudged in dirt and all identifying marks can been scraped off. His face, when visible, is quite plain. Short, dark hair that looks like it's been hacked with a knife, green eyes that constantly change focus, and fair skin that looks like it's only just recovering from malnourishment. When possible, Alistair is also equipped with his combat vest, with various tools, and gadgets prepared and ready to be used at a moment's notice.

Alistair Sanford is usually quiet and distant towards others. In general, Alistair is more than happy to engage in small talk if necessary, but is not a great conversationalist, and rarely talks about his history.

TO BE CONTINUED in next post.

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PostSubject: Re: Alistair Sanford - Imperial Guardsman   Fri Jan 12, 2018 12:06 am


Éadóchas 2a was, surprisingly, an agri-world. The abundant, dreary rain, the rolling hills and frosty winters would normally prevent any kind of industrialised farming needed to feed the teeming masses of the Imperium. However, a local grain variant, had met and exceeded all expectations. Hardy, nutritious, and incredibly easy to grow, the grain was able to flourish in the local environment, a great boon for the planet and the Imperium. A boon that was taken from them.

The world of Éadóchas 2a had been quarantined. No one was told why. No one needed to be told. It was that damnable plague. Somehow, something had infected the grain, infecting all who digested it. Even those forewarned of the plague were at risk, as infected spores were carried on the pestilent winds of attempted pyres. Within weeks, many on the planet were dead or dying. Terror and panic spread through the populace, causing even more death and destruction.

The initial arrival of the Imperial Navy had brought hope to those still alive. Hopeful messages were beamed upwards, signals fires lit, Nobles even launched voidcraft on headings to the warp capable ships of the fleet. That hope was soon dashed upon the rocks of despair. Orbits were maintained, messages were ignored. Any vehicle capable of flight were shot down without warning. With the populace abandoned, and the planet blockaded, Éadóchas 2a fell into anarchy, wheezing and dying as the plague ran its course.

Despite the virulence of the plague, there were still those on the planet uninfected. Some remnants of the local Imperial Guard regiment, those on training missions in the more uninhabitable parts of the planet, avoided the worst of the plague. Judicious use of rebreathers, and a diet consisting of entirely offworld packaged and sealed corpse-starch, protected the Guard remnants from the infection, if not the panicked populace.


Niall opened the Imperial regulation meal with enthusiasm to match the taste of the bland corpse starch. The men and women of the 3rd Éadóchas regiment around him shared in the bland meal, protected inside a sterile bunker converted to mess hall.
“It’s keeping us alive”, offered the guardsman next to him, treading the same conversational path that accompanied most meals.
“For what? So we can kill more civilians?” Retorted another, bored tone a contradiction to the conversation at hand.
“Better them than us, they were already dying by the looks of it,” came the expected response.
“We can’t trust people to not be infected. Anyway orders are orders, we do what we’re told.” Like clockwork, the conversation ran its course.
“I heard that 5th company tried to assault another. I think they were running low on supplies” This revelation was new. Niall tried not to think about how he would cope with shooting his fellow Guardsmen, many who he had trained with since boot camp. Not thinking about unpleasant situations seemed to be all he did nowadays.


Base had reported an atmospheric craft contact, on landing approach to a clearing near a small farming town. Niall’s squad was the closest on patrol, and it fell to them to investigate. This would be the first physical contact with the outer galaxy since the quarantine started, and thus the squad’s goals were twofold. Make peaceful contact, and protect the offworlders from local threats.

However, on arrival, it seems their assistance was not needed. The sight of individuals in heavy biohazard gear, subduing, scanning and taking samples from the infected civilians was unexpected. The sheer brutality of the process was disconcerting. Chunks of flesh, limbs, and sometimes full bodies, live and dead, were shoved into large containers, before being sealed and stored in the cargo hold of their Arvus Lighter.

“Make a perimeter. Kelly, Griffin, you’re with me. Whatever they’re doing, I’ve got a bad feeling about this. I going to find out just who they are, and what are they doing.” Niall took his position, facing out away from his sergeant and the offworlders. Sounds of conversation rose from below, confusion and threat evident in equal measure. Carefully observing the surrounding landscape, Niall missed the first shot. The crack of a lasgun mingled with the bark of an auto-pistol, and the cries of the wounded rose sharply into the air. Niall whirled, his sergeant nursing a wounded arm, and one of the offworlders lying on the ground.

“They refuse to help us! Stop them from killing the civilians!” Sarge cried, gesturing with the barrel of his lasgun. Niall’s squad rushed to engage, the offworlders taking defensive positions. Niall took sight down his lasgun, scanning the offworlders for their tactical commander. It was then Niall noticed one thing, and remembered the other. One of the offworlders wore the Imperial aquila, alongside a stylised skull inside of a Iota. Niall had heard rumors about that symbol, and what it meant.

“Protect offworlders from local threats. Order are Orders,” he murmured, sliding his aim across the offworlders, and directly onto the head of his sergeant. “May the Emperor forgive them… May the Emperor forgive me”, he whispered, as his finger pulled the trigger. The death of his sergeant heralded the doom of his squad. With calm precision at odds with his internal turmoil, Niall’s lasgun fired again, and again, with each burst of fire felling another one of his former allies. Soon, his squad was dead or dying, many at his hand. With the last one down, Niall shuddered, the consequences of his actions now very apparent.

“Come down, our little secret helper.” Called the Offworlder with the Iota symbol. Niall shouldered his weapon, and compiled. Soon, he stood in front of the Offworlders, many whom were aiming their weapons directly at him.
“I saved you,” He offered, unnerved by the wide display of weapons pointed at him.
“Maybe. You certainly made things easier. Why?” asked one of the offworlders.
The Offworlder blinked, before nodding at one of his companions. Before Niall could respond, a quiet whump was the last thing he heard.


Niall woke with a gasp, cold hard steel beneath him.
“Good, you’re awake.” Murmured an unfamiliar voice from behind him. Niall attempted to turn, but found himself tied down. “I have some questions for you. Who are you?”
“Corporal Niall Casey, 4th squad, 2nd platoon, 3rd Éadóchas Regiment.” Niall responded.
“That’s quite unfortunate for you. Éadóchas 2a has been quarantined. That means you’re a dead man. Any family?”
“Yes sir. On the planet Sir.”
“Then they are also dead. Do you understand why? Everyone on Éadóchas is dead.”
“Why am I here then?” Niall asked. Whoever it was seemed intent on making clear his demise.
“You intrigued one of my acolytes. Also, we apparently needed a control sample, and you were somehow uninfected. I can’t see much use for you now, however.” The unseen figure’s footsteps start fading away.
“Wait!” The footsteps paused. “I was mistaken.” Niall gambled.
“Oh really?” The amusement was almost palpable.
“My name. I’m Alistair Sanford, previously of the 4th Farnham Guard.” Alistair Sanford was a dead man, having fallen in a training exercise months previously. Niall remembered him clearly.
“Ah. I see. Well, Mr. Sanford. What do you know about Éadóchas?”
“Heard of it, never been there.” Niall lied, hoping beyond hope that he would still be alive for some time more, Emperor be blessed.
“Interesting, and what do you do now, Mr. Sanford?”
“Well, I work for you. Scout and guard.” This was the moment of truth, Niall’s life hung on the slim hope of an offer of service. That hope was dashed as the figure let out a harsh, barking laugh.
“Oh, I don’t need any more employees.” The figure’s footsteps resumed. And then halted once more.
“Although, I know someone who might. Well, Mr. Sanford, you still live. Well done!”
Alistair Sanford sighed, the tension slowly draining from his shoulders. “Emperor be praised.”
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PostSubject: Re: Alistair Sanford - Imperial Guardsman   Thu Aug 02, 2018 5:06 am

Current XP (available/spent) = 100/2200

XP gains:
400xp given at end of Chapter 1.
400xp given during Chapter 2, after snowstorm.

200 used to increase Awareness to 'Trained'
500 used to increase BS to Trained

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PostSubject: Re: Alistair Sanford - Imperial Guardsman   Sat Nov 24, 2018 12:12 pm

Thanksgiving gear gift:

Targeting Monocle

At first glance, this piece of gear simply looks like a well crafted monocular eyepiece, but the wearer is presented with a highly useful battery of information at all times, including distance to point of sight and ambient wind speed. The monocle also duplicates the effects of any one weapon upgrade considered to be a sight, such as red dot laser sight, motion predictor, or telescopic sight. A receiver unit can be installed to a gun paired with the targeting monocle, allowing the user to use the sight and even take aim actions without drawing the paired gun. A successful (-30) scrutiny test allows an opponent to see through the subterfuge and determine the monocles true purpose. The wearer cannot benefit from the monocle and a normal sight attached to the gun at once.

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