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[x] Send Havelock off on some pretext, interrogate her alone
WARHAMMER 40,000: ROGUE TRADER: THE CITADEL OF SKULLS (Roleplaying on the Farthest Frontiers)
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[X] Take her prisoner and interrogate her with Havelock
-[X] "If you are so keen to call upon sworn pacts and oaths, you would have done well to do so before presuming to use myself and my entourage as a shield. Once from watchful eyes, and now from the consequences of your own failure. But no matter, I'm certain that shortly, we'll hear all about what wondrous gifts you have to barter your life with."
-[X] "If you are so keen to call upon sworn pacts and oaths, you would have done well to do so before presuming to use myself and my entourage as a shield. Once from watchful eyes, and now from the consequences of your own failure. But no matter, I'm certain that shortly, we'll hear all about what wondrous gifts you have to barter your life with."
samdamandias
Apprentice Plane Wizard
[X] Send Havelock off on some pretext, interrogate her alone
Because I have two different things telling me very different things about Q'sol, but I shall not spoil them lest I make things metagame.
Because I have two different things telling me very different things about Q'sol, but I shall not spoil them lest I make things metagame.
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Sounds like we're sending Havelock! Roll deception at a -20, opposed, to get that pretext!
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So, wanna fate point that?
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It'd mostly be Havelock getting all snitty and aruging with you while the interrogation should be going on - eating up your time until the daemonette returns. Also, who knows what your captive might do while everyone is distracted!
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5 out of 6!
samdamandias
Apprentice Plane Wizard
Here goes
BY THE EMPEROR!
BY THE EMPEROR!
CHAPTER FOUR: A Den of Inequity (1.6)
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"Hurm," you say, trying to buy time. But you realize, quickly, that you're not going to get very far at this with Havelock glowering - especially if this person was...part of some anti-Chaos sect? You weren't honestly sure, since, she seemed to have an alliance with the Thousand Sons Sorcerers, so...you sighed under your breath, then hit on an idea: "Havelock."
"Yes?" he asks.
"Go and tell that daemonette that her mistress should bring the interrogation tools, if we are to learn the truth of this wench's arrival," you say.
"Wench!?" Q'uiren says, her voice full of offense. "Please, you wish."
Havelock seems to be cheered by the idea of proper tools and nods, setting his hands at his hips, adjusting his pants while shooing Q'uiren a look that is hard to mistake for anything else. He turns and starts to go, while Em steps to the door and swings it shut behind him. Once you're alone in the room with just your loved ones, the Kriegers (who do not relax even a tiny bit and have moved to cover each door), and Q'uiren...you sigh, then turn to the woman as she sags a bit in the arms holding her. To your confusion, she looks more bored than terrified.
"Now..." you say. "You can begin answering my questions, rather than his."
"Oh, sure," Q'uiren said, then frowned. "Just, um, tiny questions...who the fuck are you three because you are not Thousand Sons?"
You stand up a bit, and try and muster some kind of gruff, angry defense, but before you can finish, Q'uiren jerks her chin.
"You have no bolters - that's clearly some kind of a railgun kinetic that's been covered in Papier-mâché and cheap paint, and even if it was a bolter, it's not loaded with the right shells, you have no Rubrics, your armor lacks several important sigilia signifiers for channeling the Rubric, one of you doesn't have a psi-sword." She nods to Em. "Sorcerers never lack for a psi-sword, it's part of their final induction rituals last time...I...checked."
"...what are you doing here?" you ask, frowning. You're definitely not sure what to do with her before the other Chaos liutenants come back - but she could spill that whole canister of beans out for them just as easily as winking.
The woman sighs, then shrugs. "Spying on Vall to determine the goal of his long term conquering objectives - to see if they're aimed outwards into the Materium and the Imperium of Man, or inward, towards the Empyrian and, possibly, my homeworld."
"Did this bitch just say she's from a daemon planet?" Ryia whispered on the private vox.
"That does seem to be what was implied," Em whispered back. "The Empyrian is the Warp, and the only worlds in the warp are those that are one with Chaos. Daemon worlds."
"She doesn't look like she's from a daemon world," Ryia points out.
You frown and actually took a slow look over Lt. EX Q'uiren S'alass - and honestly, you weren't sure if any confessor or priest back home would have found any grounds with which to convict her purely on her dress, bearing and looks. Her heresy would have to be entirely internal. Though, the machines she wore were clearly off pattern, making her a tech-heretic at the very least. You crossed your arms over your chest.
"Private vox channel is a little rude, you know," Q'urien says. "Listen, okay, I don't like Karad Vall or his band of psychopathic materium kickers any more than I think you do...right?" she bit her lip, looking very nervous, as if she had realized that just because you were faking being Thousand Sons didn't mean you weren't Karad Vall's allies. At your lack of a response, she sagged in the Krieger's arms, and added. "But, like, we can work together?"
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What do you do?
[ ] Interrogate her about her home
[ ] Interrogate her about what she thinks Karad Vall is up to
[ ] Write In
Also...
[ ] Reveal your true identities
[ ] Remain Obscure
[ ] Write In
"Yes?" he asks.
"Go and tell that daemonette that her mistress should bring the interrogation tools, if we are to learn the truth of this wench's arrival," you say.
"Wench!?" Q'uiren says, her voice full of offense. "Please, you wish."
Havelock seems to be cheered by the idea of proper tools and nods, setting his hands at his hips, adjusting his pants while shooing Q'uiren a look that is hard to mistake for anything else. He turns and starts to go, while Em steps to the door and swings it shut behind him. Once you're alone in the room with just your loved ones, the Kriegers (who do not relax even a tiny bit and have moved to cover each door), and Q'uiren...you sigh, then turn to the woman as she sags a bit in the arms holding her. To your confusion, she looks more bored than terrified.
"Now..." you say. "You can begin answering my questions, rather than his."
"Oh, sure," Q'uiren said, then frowned. "Just, um, tiny questions...who the fuck are you three because you are not Thousand Sons?"
You stand up a bit, and try and muster some kind of gruff, angry defense, but before you can finish, Q'uiren jerks her chin.
"You have no bolters - that's clearly some kind of a railgun kinetic that's been covered in Papier-mâché and cheap paint, and even if it was a bolter, it's not loaded with the right shells, you have no Rubrics, your armor lacks several important sigilia signifiers for channeling the Rubric, one of you doesn't have a psi-sword." She nods to Em. "Sorcerers never lack for a psi-sword, it's part of their final induction rituals last time...I...checked."
"...what are you doing here?" you ask, frowning. You're definitely not sure what to do with her before the other Chaos liutenants come back - but she could spill that whole canister of beans out for them just as easily as winking.
The woman sighs, then shrugs. "Spying on Vall to determine the goal of his long term conquering objectives - to see if they're aimed outwards into the Materium and the Imperium of Man, or inward, towards the Empyrian and, possibly, my homeworld."
"Did this bitch just say she's from a daemon planet?" Ryia whispered on the private vox.
"That does seem to be what was implied," Em whispered back. "The Empyrian is the Warp, and the only worlds in the warp are those that are one with Chaos. Daemon worlds."
"She doesn't look like she's from a daemon world," Ryia points out.
You frown and actually took a slow look over Lt. EX Q'uiren S'alass - and honestly, you weren't sure if any confessor or priest back home would have found any grounds with which to convict her purely on her dress, bearing and looks. Her heresy would have to be entirely internal. Though, the machines she wore were clearly off pattern, making her a tech-heretic at the very least. You crossed your arms over your chest.
"Private vox channel is a little rude, you know," Q'urien says. "Listen, okay, I don't like Karad Vall or his band of psychopathic materium kickers any more than I think you do...right?" she bit her lip, looking very nervous, as if she had realized that just because you were faking being Thousand Sons didn't mean you weren't Karad Vall's allies. At your lack of a response, she sagged in the Krieger's arms, and added. "But, like, we can work together?"
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What do you do?
[ ] Interrogate her about her home
[ ] Interrogate her about what she thinks Karad Vall is up to
[ ] Write In
Also...
[ ] Reveal your true identities
[ ] Remain Obscure
[ ] Write In
Q'uiren rolls nat 1 on her knowledge check
Tine rolls a 15 on her knowledge heresy check and gets 4 DOS!
Tine rolls a 15 on her knowledge heresy check and gets 4 DOS!
samdamandias
Apprentice Plane Wizard
[X] Interrogate her about her home
[X] Remain Obscure
Let's find out which version of Q'sal/Q'sol we're dealing with. Because one of them I will be extremely tempted to throw her to the demons.
[X] Remain Obscure
Let's find out which version of Q'sal/Q'sol we're dealing with. Because one of them I will be extremely tempted to throw her to the demons.
10ebbor10
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This one isn't exactly hard to figure out, I'd think. Going to be kind of disappointed in her if Q'uiren S'alass doesn't already have a good guess as to who we are.
Sir_Travelsalot
Never wakes up tired.
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[X] Interrogate her about what she has learned of the Citadel's security protocols, and how comprehensive of a map has she been able to assemble.
[X] Remain Obscure
Should help us with locating and accessing the Vault, while also giving us plausible deniability as just fishing for dirt on how badly the security here fucked up, if Q'urien decides to try to rat us out.
[X] Remain Obscure
Should help us with locating and accessing the Vault, while also giving us plausible deniability as just fishing for dirt on how badly the security here fucked up, if Q'urien decides to try to rat us out.
Fayhem
Definitely not an escaped SCP
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Fuck. In retrospect I wish I'd made space to take Forbidden Lore (Daemonology) in the last build vote. It would really be handy for Tine to have an idea right now of why somebody with a daemonette answering to them might be taking a special interest in an artifact containing an eldar's soul. Welp, let us not metagame. It doesn't take a lot of logical deduction to figure out that probably pretty much anything that makes Chaos sit up and take notice is bad, anyway.
Huh. What about a language that Aria recognizes? An umpty-thousand year old eldar former sorceress has presumably been around the block a time or two (thousand), even if she is technically a sword nowadays.
I have no idea what's up with Q'Sal, honestly. The "materium-sucking" epithet makes me wonder if they've somehow set up a polity in an appropriated section of the Webway. She doesn't seem bugfuck crazy/mutated enough to be living in the Warp itself. I'd wonder if they were potentially friendly and/or eldar-aligned (not necessarily the same thing, based on experience), except them having a treaty with the Thousand Sons doesn't seem super supportive of that notion.
It's (probably good) we're shooing Havelock out for this interrogation. Though since he obviously recognizes Q'Sal he might have provided valuable context besides whatever we can get out of the actual subject of the interrogation. And we could have potentially chopped his head once he stopped being useful. Ah well, let's see what we can get with this tack.
Edit: Oh hay, there was another update while I (kept getting pulled away while I) was composing this.
Welp, that'll do it alright.
[X] Interrogate her about her home
[X] Interrogate her about what she thinks Karad Vall is up to
[X] Interrogate her about what she has learned of the Citadel's security protocols, and how comprehensive of a map has she been able to assemble.
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[X] Reveal your true identities
Tine rolling the dice on trusting someone seems like a fairly in character choice to me. And if she is legit, and we can establish a legitimate rapport, we'll get a hell of a lot more out of this connection than we would from being cagey IMO.
Honestly, this character seems like she's practically a kid. That seems like it'd trigger Tine's Maybe Trust Can Work tendencies if anything would.
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[X] Interrogate her about her home
[X] Remain Obscure
OOC - I know that there are more important things to ask, like finding out more about the citadel (as per Sir_Travelsalot vote).
But I think Tine would be more interested in finding out about this person who so blithely wanders into this place.
Also, nothing wrong with acknowledging that we're not actually sorcerers, but no need to go into details about who we are beyond that we are not friends of Vall either.
[X] Remain Obscure
OOC - I know that there are more important things to ask, like finding out more about the citadel (as per Sir_Travelsalot vote).
But I think Tine would be more interested in finding out about this person who so blithely wanders into this place.
Also, nothing wrong with acknowledging that we're not actually sorcerers, but no need to go into details about who we are beyond that we are not friends of Vall either.
Sir_Travelsalot
Never wakes up tired.
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Though it has been a pretty substantial while, I remember reading about Q'Sal in the Black Crusade books. Do you want to know more?
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as a note, I find a lot of Black Crusade's lore really frustrating, and there's gonna be pretty big divergences
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[x] Remain Obscure
Sir_Travelsalot
Never wakes up tired.
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She's only figured out we're not of the Thousand Sons. She does not yet have any idea that we're not actually Chaos Space Marines. Probably because that is such a batshit crazy disguise to have as a regular human as to be unthinkable.
Sir_Travelsalot
Never wakes up tired.
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Are the broad strokes of Screaming Vortex periphery, Warp-tech and industrial espionage with aforementioned Warp-tech still going to be in play?
10ebbor10
DON'T PANIC
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She lives in an area with Chaos, in a civ that utilizes warp tech.
Disguising yourself as a Chaos Space Marine should be well within her overton window of reasonable actions.
Combine that with us taking actions to save these kriegers, and also securing their loyalty, and there being no one else around, our identity is fairly trivial to discern.