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PostSubject: IC - Act I: Blasphemous Portents   Wed Jul 04, 2018 7:32 am

It is the 41st Millennium. For more than a hundred centuries The Emperor has sat immobile on the Golden Throne of Earth. He is the Master of Mankind by the will of the gods, and master of a million worlds by the might of his inexhaustible armies. He is a rotting carcass writhing invisibly with power from the Dark Age of Technology. He is the Carrion Lord of the Imperium for whom a thousand souls are sacrificed every day, so that he may never truly die.

Yet even in his deathless state, the Emperor continues his eternal vigilance. Mighty battlefleets cross the daemon-infested miasma of the Warp, the only route between distant stars, their way lit by the Astronomican, the psychic manifestation of the Emperor's will. Vast armies give battle in his name on uncounted worlds. Greatest amongst his soldiers are the Adeptus Astartes, the Space Marines, bio-engineered super-warriors. Their comrades in arms are legion: the Imperial Guard and countless planetary defence forces, the ever vigilant Inquisition and the tech-priests of the Adeptus Mechanicus to name only a few. But for all their multitudes, they are barely enough to hold off the ever-present threat from aliens, heretics, mutants - and worse.

To be a man in such times is to be one amongst untold billions. It is to live in the cruelest and most bloody regime imaginable. These are the tales of those times. Forget the power of technology and science, for so much has been forgotten, never to be re-learned. Forget the promise of progress and understanding, for in the grim dark future there is only war. There is no peace amongst the stars, only an eternity of carnage and slaughter, and the laughter of thirsting gods.

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You have all arrived to Enoch in the Gilead system, after having spent some time assisting your Rogue Trader patron Jakel Varonius on Gilead, the Hive planet from which the system takes it's name. Several months ago the final member of your warband, Adept Genevieve Parker, was grievously injured during a warp incursion on Enoch, and left to the St. Deploratus' Sanitarium to recover. Now, Varonius has left you at a nearby landing pad to check up on your friend and comrade, as he leaves to resupply his vessel before departing the Gilead system.

It was difficult to ignore the massive complex of St. Deploratus' Sanitarium, its many buildings and massive wings cast in marble tinged with brilliant blue veins, which even from the landing pad shone with a holy light. You made your way past huge granaries to the enormous hospital. When closer, you note the ancient engravings of Imperial iconography and golden insignias, still beautiful in their untold age. A massive Imperial Aquila demands obeisance from atop the archway that leads into the complex, and even from outside you can hear the liturgical hymns echoing from the many vast wings.

Inside, many medicae providers wheel immobile patients about, deliver medicine, and converse with visitors and patients alike. High Gothic arches bear the weight of the ceiling, from which the sun, through impossibly detailed stained glass, and a thousand thousand candles cast light upon a statue to St. Deploratus themself. Surrounding the statue is a circular counter of marble that seems to be a guide of sorts, many visitors converse with the administratum therein before moving about to visit patients.
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PostSubject: Re: IC - Act I: Blasphemous Portents   Sat Jul 07, 2018 9:00 am

Sgt. Harden admired the structures symbolizing size of imperial strong will & strength. Whenever she was getting near the aquila, she would murmur praise for the emperor & safe journey for her fallen comrades. And the patients... they reminded her some of the warzones shes gone through. Suddenly they start to approach what looked like a desk to for visitors to check in. From here on, she continued moving forward towards the desk. Technically she was the lowest of rank, so it was her duty to do the minuscule task.even though she's an NCO.

"Morning civilian, my name is Sgt. Harden. The... mixmatch group over there are here for the same reason as I", she knife hands in the direction where the group is hanging out while thinking to herself what are they doing here being intermingled. "We're here to see Adept Genevieve Parker.", she says with a stone expression,"She came in some months ago after receiving some injuries from our last occurrence."


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PostSubject: Re: IC - Act I: Blasphemous Portents   Sat Jul 07, 2018 10:33 am

[Is Genevieve a man or a woman?]


Father Pater Nemoris walked in with the group with a smile. He was well acquainted with Enoch and the Imperial world put him at ease. He hadn't realized how much he had missed his home planet until he stepped off the ship. While their duty aboard the Rogue Trader vessel was noble and full of honor and glory, it lacked the charm of real earth beneath his feet.

He takes in a deep breath, spreading his arms wide. "Brothers and sisters, I have very much missed this. God-Emperor and Master of Mankind, we give our humblest thanks for our safe arrival."

He clasped his hands together and moved forward at an easy pace with his comrades.
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PostSubject: Re: IC - Act I: Blasphemous Portents   Tue Jul 10, 2018 2:18 am

Yyrmalla walked alongside the priest, taking it all in. The architecture, the patients, the workers. Ah, had she stayed a noble, would she have ever been able to see a place like this? Would she have ever been able to see other parts of the galaxy? Even if she could have, she'd likely have seen it through the lens of one who thinks they are better than others. True enough, she missed her family, her parents, but she did not miss that lifestyle in the slightest.

She couldn't have asked for a better group to be with, nor a more enjoyable experience.

Yyrmalla listens to the sounds around her, which end up turning into the priest's words. She smiles at them and looks over to him.

"You seem in high spirits, Father. Much better than you were aboard the ship. It's a good look on you, one that I enjoy. I agree with you though, it is nice to touch ground every once in a while."
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PostSubject: Re: IC - Act I: Blasphemous Portents   Tue Jul 10, 2018 2:25 am

Trojon had uttered a silent plea of gratitude to the Emperor when they had touched land again. As famous as his Chapter was for their daring space tactics, he had always despised the quiet, endless solitude of space, where no matter how fast you travelled, nothing seemed to move. Here he could feel the ground beneath him, and see the sky above him, and a blue one at that, not the foggy, thick, grey mess Old Cadia had ended up having after months of endless war. Here he could fight a war he understood.

The thought sat unease with him. He was ambitious, he wanted to reach the fame his chapter's history demanded and his brothers expected. He wanted to be a leader.

And he was limited.

He knew the way of the blade, the Bolter, and the bloody, brutally short dance of post-human strength unleashing against humanity's foes. Yet the subtleties of higher forms of warfare escaped him, the moment of genius he witnessed in his superior's decisions, the inspiring flame they shared with him and his brothers through simple speech were absent in him, who couldn't even master Chogorian poetry during his training.

He was very aware of that, as he was of each day that passed, each sunrise lived as a mere frontline swordsman while others darted through the path of glory. Was that his destiny? For someone who had lived on the saddle for as long he could remember to grow stale and die a simple battle-brother?
The gnawing self-doubt chewed at his consciousness and his reflexed, turning him into an irritable companion at best.

The architecture around him didn’t help. Marble and gold, granaries and palaces, the trappings of conquerors who sat on the thrones of their dead enemies instead of keep riding, the marks of those who didn’t know, nor understand the law of the plains. Build a wall around your body and you will build one around your mind, limiting you, turning your thoughts into stone, freezing them into place, making you predictable, attached to earthly possessions of no real value.

No, better to flow, to become the empty space between things, to be everywhere and nowhere at the same time, so your enemies will learn to fear their very shadow.

He felt compelled to tear the elegant columns to pieces and watch the building crumble before him. An act of creative destruction, a powerful reminder to those fool enough to believe that anything could last forever. He did not act upon his impulses, however. They were nothing more than the idle thoughts of a weapon, the same way a spear rested against a wall dreams to fly, to thrust and to pierce.  Besides, they had a purpose here, better to see it done.

Trojon always walked fast, with an intensity to his every movement that often scared civilians when the mass of white ceramite and savage trophies with hawkish eyes seemed to charge at them. Yet he did not care for those reaction, unable to understand the fear that drove it. If he wanted to kill them, they would be already dead, what was the point of fear then? It is what we do with things that are inevitable that define us. Fear in the face of death? Who would want to be defined by that?

And yet, what did his reaction towards his limitations say about him? That question made the prospect of destroying the buildings around him even more attractive, so he focused on the civilian the warrior Harden had approached.

He liked Harden, trustworthy in a way only Cadians could be, tough and resilient as a steppe-horse.

-She is important to us- he said, adding to Harden’s words -We would be thankful if we could see her. At once-


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PostSubject: Re: IC - Act I: Blasphemous Portents   Tue Jul 10, 2018 10:04 am

Victoria walked with her hands folded firmly behind her back. Her stride and air of authority commanded the ground to meet her every step, as opposed to it happening the other way around. She regarded her surroundings and the mortals she saw with detached calculation, as though she were checking things off a list in her mind before moving on to something else. She heard her party chattering, but remained silent. From time to time her eyes would wander over the towering savage and evaluate him. His might was impressive, but there seemed to be something other than rage and fury that warred within him. The fact that her talents and years of training in perception could not help her read him irritated her to no end. She was ready to be at their destination, but knew that impatience was a slippery road to hubris. and hubris led to heresy. No, they would get there when they got there
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PostSubject: Re: IC - Act I: Blasphemous Portents   Tue Jul 10, 2018 5:52 pm

Henna had followed the Commissar in, eyes searching for enemies at all corners.

Although there was a slight feeling of nostalgia at being back home, her training didnt let her let her guard down, even at a sanitarium.

Her eye twitched slightly, and flashes of the battle against the cult flashed through her memory. Her hands squeezed into fists, eager to hold her bolt gun. With a silent word to the God Emperor, she took control of her fears and brought her focus back, catching the others inquiring about Adept Parker
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PostSubject: Re: IC - Act I: Blasphemous Portents   Tue Jul 24, 2018 12:00 am

As Sgt. Harden and Battle-Brother Trojon Kull approach, the quaint woman behind the desk makes a sign of the Aquila and bows her head.

"Greetings, children of the emperor." She says before hearing your request. The sounds of liturgical hymns both distant and close lay soft undertones to your speech. She is respectful the entire time, clasping her hands together in much the same manner as your comrade Father Pater. When you finish, she gives a moment's pause before replying. "Yes, of course. You must be her friends that admitted her to our hospital. Her wounds were quite grievous..." She says as she works the cogitator built into the desk in front of her. "Oh dear... Here she is. It seems a disease has formed following her wounds, she's been --"

Suddenly, a woman's scream cracks the pious hymns, echoing through the hall. Along the winds of her scream, a most unholy stench follows. It isn't hard to track the source, a woman is shoved by a man further up the hall as he flies towards the door in a panic. Behind him, humanoid figures, covered in rotting flesh and dressed in patient's gowns, shamble forward.
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PostSubject: Re: IC - Act I: Blasphemous Portents   Sun Aug 12, 2018 9:08 am

[ROUND 1]

Henna Orten dives past the Commissar, swinging her bolter from its shoulder sling and bringing it up into a crouched firing stance behind the doorway. She fires a concentrated spray down range, and two poxwalkers explode into a bloody pulp.

The man who ran behind you stumbles past the door, crumpling to the floor and letting out a terrifying scream before horns and boils explode out from his body, splattering pus around him. After a moment's struggle, he rises again with a laugh, turning to Lady Aleretta with malice.

Trojon Kull wastes no time protecting his warband, drawing his bolter with a wide stance so his armor could protect more than himself. He fires upon the mass of walkers, and the Emperor's fury slaughters three in a shower of blood.

The poxwalkers disperse, chasing down civillians with glee. One of the disgusting creatures latches on to a running civillian, who lets out a scream before a horn of the creature explodes from her chest, dripping with blood.

Father Pater looked at the action erupting around him and his face went from thankful to very serious. He turned to the woman working the front desk. "In the name of the Holy Father Emperor, sound the alarm! Activate your defenses at once." He turned back to face the threat and his chainsword appeared in his hand.

The woman, frozen with fear, snaps back to reality,* her hand slipping under the desk. She gives a nod, the silent alarm has been rung.

He began speaking so that all could hear in between bolter shots. "Our Emperor, who art on the Golden Throne of Terra, hallowed be thy name! They Imperium come; thy will be done, here on Enoch as it is on Terra..."

His speech is momentarily drowned by the sounds of another poxwalker slaughtering a civilian. To punctuate the kill, the woman slain previously rises, the hole in her chest now filled by a massive boil, with horns and spines protruding from her joints.

Lady Yrmalla Aleretta would not allow such a creature to exist in the Emperor's light. Drawing her laspistol and firing upon the walker behind her. The bolt shattered a horn on the creatures head. It let out a howl of pain, then looked to the Acolyte with eyes of unholy devotion. It took a step toward her.

Its attack is interrupted by another scream. a civillian falls in the distance. to the poxwalkers' onslaught. Another slain body rises with ill-intent, pustules and horns enveloping much of its face and upper body.

Sgt. Harden moved on muscle memory, drawing her lasgun with trained steadiness and firing a tight burst at one poxwalker. It falls with a scream, only to be replaced with the rise of another walker. Gael let's out a staggered breath, the tremble of her trigger finger is the only indication of her fear.

Commissar Lynn turns to the walker threatening her Acolyte comrade and draws her bolt pistol. Determination shows on her face as she fires a single round at the creature, avoiding the risk of a spray with her comrade this close. The round lodges in the creatures head, exploding in a disgusting spray of pus and gore. The creature falls limply.

With no further civillians around, the poxwalkers turn to face the warband. One begins to charge with a scream of agony and glee.

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PostSubject: Re: IC - Act I: Blasphemous Portents   Sun Aug 19, 2018 8:56 am

[Round 2]


Henna ignores the horror around her and focuses on bringing the enemy down, squeezing the trigger and releasing bursts of shells towards the foul enemy.

Fire. Shift. Fire. Shift. Fire. Shift.

She trusted the others behind her to cover her back.

Three of the unholy creatures explode against Battle-Sister Orten's concentrated fire. Seeing his comrades fall, another of the walkers rushes forward with a guttural screech.

Trojon keeps pushing forward, slowly advancing until his Bolter tires of the slaughter and it's time for the blade to sing.

"Someone gets the location of Genevieve from one of the adepts! She will be defenceless if we don't move quickly!"


The devastating explosive rounds of Trojon Kull's bolter mark the end of a small swathe of walkers and medical supplies. Each missed shot ruins a small section of the millenia old hospital.

Not a moment after the last bolter round landed in the marbled flooring did a small contingent of five men and women in uniform arrive, lasguns in hand, from an auxilliary hallway.

"In the name of the Emperor, lower your weapons or we will fire! You are under the custody of the Saint..."

The woman's voice trails off as she notices the state of the 'patients' before her. Guns still raised, she continues

"Deploratus' security... What unholiness happened here? Stow your weapons. We are not your enemy. How long have you been chasing these creatures?" She and her team will lower their weapons with you, but not a moment sooner.

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PostSubject: Re: IC - Act I: Blasphemous Portents   Thu Aug 23, 2018 3:53 pm

Father Pater finishes his preaching and addresses the newcomers. He doesn't address them at all. Instead, he turns toward the worker at the front desk and repeats Trojon's question.

"Where is Genevieve? Speak quickly!"
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PostSubject: Re: IC - Act I: Blasphemous Portents   Thu Aug 23, 2018 7:30 pm

Henna moves forward, checking each body and putting another round through each of the heads of the foul spawn, whispering under her breath mantras of her order.
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PostSubject: Re: IC - Act I: Blasphemous Portents   Fri Aug 24, 2018 1:50 am

Lady Yyrmalla took a deep breath and lowered her weapon upon seeing the newcomers arrive on the scene. It had been abhorrent. An utter stain on this altogether normal afternoon. She'd nearly gotten herself killed....but what was new in this line of work. Just another day at the office.

She holsters her weapon and follows up on the father's question.

"We arrived and these creatures began to run riot in this place. Something....isn't right. We are merely here to see our friend...to make sure she is okay."
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PostSubject: Re: IC - Act I: Blasphemous Portents   Sun Aug 26, 2018 8:24 am

The guard fires a shot into the floor in front of Henna Orten. "I said stow your weapons! The heretics will be purged with flame." She yells to the battle sister.

Father Nemoris is the first to speak up, giving the already shaken clerk an awful fright. Her fingers stumble over the cogitator runes and she murmurs back to the priest. "Right... Yes of course. Genevieve is in the exotic disease ward, but there is no other information thereafter. I can take you there at once, please..."

The guardswoman, trusting Lady Yrmalla, speaks to her, with her weapon still trained on Henna. There is visible fatigue on her face "You were not chasing these creatures? Are you saying they came from my hospital? No no no..." For a moment, she seems lost in the realization. "My name is Sgt. Artemis Grosvenor, I am the head of security here." She says, straightening herself to look more presentable. "I will show you to your friend, assuming you would be willing to come without further violence, and would be willing to answer my questions." The former was pointed at anyone still brandishing their weapons, and the latter at those who engaged her.
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PostSubject: Re: IC - Act I: Blasphemous Portents   Sun Aug 26, 2018 10:54 am

Pater nodded, but waved the poor girl down when the guardswoman spoke. "Worry not, child. The Emperor protects."

He strode forward, easily stowing his chainsword. He held his hands up, beckoning the clearly frazzled guard to be calm. "Our violence is reserved for the unrighteous, the damned, and the abominable. You have no need to fear our intentions or actions, for we are but humble servants of the God Emperor on Holy Terra. Please, take us to our comrade... and keep your guard and vigilance up. I do not believe this to be the end of the violence this day."
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PostSubject: Re: IC - Act I: Blasphemous Portents   Sun Aug 26, 2018 11:10 pm

Henna turns to stare at the guard who shot in front of her.

"You would point your weapon at one of the Adapta Sororitus, as she goes about her work purging demons? And if this is your hospital, how do we not know you are not one of the heretics..."

She had made no move to stow her weapon, and stared down at the guard, her eye twitching slightly.
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PostSubject: Re: IC - Act I: Blasphemous Portents   Mon Aug 27, 2018 3:38 pm

The Sergeant shakes her head and lowers her weapon, and the guards behind her follow suit. Grosvenor turns to a guard and makes a few barely audible orders (DN2 awareness to hear) before the guard runs off.

Shortly thereafter a few Sisters Hospitaller arrive with a cart. They begin to move the bodies and look to Henna for assistance. Seeing the problem handled, Sgt. Grosvenor turns on her heel and begins to make way down the corridor.

The hall quickly returns to what is was before, after the proper prayers to the God-Emperor and last rites, many pious hymns and chants echo from the hallways and Hospitallers fill the wings again. the sergeant talks to the warband about the incident.

"We have been looking in to this matter for a while. We have had... incidents, in the past, but nothing of this caliber."

She takes a deep breath before continuing. "In order to prevent panic on the otherwise peaceful world, we tried to... constrain information regarding the outbreaks. I assume you have been sent under an inquisitor's wing, and we would be willing to assist with your investigation. That being said, any information you can give us regarding the creatures would be greatly appreciated, and would put many minds here at rest."

The chanting was quickly suppressed in your mind, though after the pause in the Sgt.'s speech, you have been made acutely aware again.
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PostSubject: Re: IC - Act I: Blasphemous Portents   Tue Sep 04, 2018 1:30 am

Yyrmalla had heard what Grosvenor said under her breath and knew that what she had said was likely something anyone would say in this position. Throne, even Yyrmalla would say something to that effect should the tables have been turned. She slinks in close to the Sergeant and hopefully within earshot of the Commissar as well. In a hushed tone, and in their cant should they have one, she whispers to them.

"They don't trust us...not one bit. I overheard their leader. They are going to keep us under surveillance and trust only those close to them. This may be a bit of a bumpy ride."
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PostSubject: Re: IC - Act I: Blasphemous Portents   Fri Sep 14, 2018 10:02 am

Pater moved toward the acolyte. He had a strong connection to Yyrmalla and tried to guide her as best he could, when he could.

"Trust is of little import. We will prove to them our worth and our word through our loyalty to the Emperor. The thought that this is an ongoing problem here troubles me, however. The local forces clearly do not have the situation under control. But one problem at a time. Let us tend to our comrade now."
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PostSubject: Re: IC - Act I: Blasphemous Portents   Sat Sep 15, 2018 9:27 pm

Henna jerks her head in the direction the demons came from, not taking her eyes off the sergeant.

"They came from that corridor."
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PostSubject: Re: IC - Act I: Blasphemous Portents   Sat Sep 29, 2018 9:33 am

Pater moved toward the trooper.

"How could we know anything of these creatures? We just arrived when they set upon us. It is only by the grace of the Emperor that we were here to intervene. Look, we would really appreciate the opportunity to see our comrade. Can you lead us there?"

He waited calmly. He was not one to lose his patience. The ball was in the other team's court now, so to speak.
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PostSubject: Re: IC - Act I: Blasphemous Portents   Sat Sep 29, 2018 9:35 pm

Sergeant Grosvenor's brows furrow and she sighs heavily. "You aren't here to study the attacks? And they're originating from inside the hospital? This is very troubling indeed. Of course, father, this isn't a hospital tour. She is here in the Exotic Disease Ward, which I am already directing you toward. You are, as always, welcome to visit your friend. However, if she is there I doubt you will find her in good health, it is common for unresponsive patients to be referred to that ward.

If, during your wait, capable folk such as yourselves are willing to assist in our investigation of the strange walkers, we can give you unrestricted access to the hospital. As I have said before, we are trying to get to the bottom of these outbreaks but are in desperate need of able hands. Simply put, we don't have the man power here to handle an investigation. We would appreciate having the situation handled, and I assume it wouldn't be too much trouble for an Astartes and a battle-sister?"


She turns down another corridor with the party in tow. At the end of the hall is a lift, its doors open, with a single rune on the back, slowly pulsing yellow. A short ways down is a large, chiseled marble slab in the floor, bearing the words 'Exotic Diseases Ward.'
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PostSubject: Re: IC - Act I: Blasphemous Portents   Sun Sep 30, 2018 5:36 pm

Henna eyed the sergeant, and waited for her to lead the way down the corridor.

Following along, she kept her weapon at the ready, keep her eyes searching around her.
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