Character Sheet
][ Inquisitor Joanyn Praxis ][
Imperial Inquisitor, Ordo Hereticus

Attributes
Physical Attributes
Strength - 1
Agility - 2
Melee - 1
Endurance: 4

Mental Attributes
Intelligence - 3
Tactics - 2
Nerve - 1
Fortitude: 6

Social Attributes
Charm - 4
Presence - 3
Contacts - 3
Resolve: 10

Faith Attributes
Belief - 2
Scripture - 0
Fire - 1
Conviction: 3
(3) - The Imperium should be an alliance of solidarity for the weak, not an alliance of strength for the strong.
(2) - People are more than problems, weaknesses, corruption vectors to eradicate. Their feelings and dreams matter.
(1) - A Shot Fired is a Shot Wasted

<1> - Victory makes me feel alive.
Strength is raw physical conditioning. Lifting stuff, swimming, running a long time, punching hard. It's added to many melee attack damage as well.

Agility is swiftness, reaction speed, and immediate awareness. It's used for dodging things, jumping, ducking, outrunning folks, and other twitchy reactions.

Melee is the general skill of up close combat with knives, swords, fists (power or otherwise), chainsaws, whatever else.

Intelligence is raw intellectual power, knowledge, and drive to learn and study stuff. It is also used for military logistics.

Tactics is your knowledge of battle tactics, from the strategy of leading armies to simply knowing when it is safe to rush across a hallway in a gunfight.

Nerve is the stat both for shooting firearms and for keeping your cool. Nerve checks are common in combat to prevent from panicking or fight through pain.

Charm is the social stat used for flattery, smoothtalking, lying, seduction, verbal sparring, deflection, and navigating high culture.

Presence is the social stat used for reasoning, explaining, teaching, intimidating, impressing, or public address.

Contacts is rolled to know people you need to know, and to have a good reputation with them.

Belief is your actual faith in... whatever you have faith in. The Emperor, hopefully. It is used to resist temptation and corruption.

Scripture is your knowledge of the intellectual side of your religious faith. If you can quote from the holy books and theologians. It's intelligence for matters of faith.

Fire is your ability to project your faith out and convince others of it. Want to convert somebody or whip a crowd into a fanatical fury? This stat.
Weapon: Laspistol
Weapon: Hellpistol
Trade: Manager
Trade: Spy
Trade: Political Operator
Talent: Verbal Sparring
Talent: Seduction
Talent: Dishonesty
Talent: Intimidation
Talent: Exfiltration
Talent: Logistics
Talent: Propaganda
Talent: Indirect Persuasion
People: Dahlia
People: The Corrupted
People: High Imperial Politicians
Knowledge: Imperial Political Theory
Social Loadout
1 Compact Laspistol, 1 Laspistol Reload, Flash-Safe Glasses, 6 Concealed monoknives, 1 Show Knife, 1 Belt Buckle Gun, 1 Plastex Bodyglove/Flakweave Suit, Displacer Field

Combat Options
+1 Hellpistol, +1 Transonic Machete

Compact Laspistol
Small Handgun
Attack Dice: 1/d10 -or- 2/d10-1
Aim Bonus: +1
Damage Bonus: +2
Armour Reduction: 0
Magazine Size: 4
Special
Laser: Does not cause bleeding.
Blinding: If operated without flash protection, witnessing the impact of a las-weapon will blind for 3 rounds.

Concealed Monoknife
Small Knife
Attack Dice : 1/d10
Damage Bonus : Agility + 1
Armour Penetration : 2
Parry Bonus : -1
Disarm Bonus : +0

Show Knife
Medium Knife
Attack Dice : 1/d10+1
Damage Bonus : Agility + 1
Armour Penetration : 0
Parry Bonus : +0
Disarm Bonus : +0

Buckle Gun
Tiny Handgun
Attack Dice: 2/d10-2
Aim Bonus: +0
Damage Bonus: -2
Armour Reduction: 0
Magazine Size: 1
Special
Hidden: Will always escape searches.

Plastex Bodyglove/Flakweave Suit
Clothing
Armour Value : 3
Coverage : All but Head and Eyes
Resistances : Impact, Blunt

Displacer Field
Energy Screen
When hit with an attack, roll 1d10.
1: Displaced into worse danger.
2: Displacer field fails. Take the hit.
3-6: Displaced hard. Take 1 Sore from bumping into something.
7-9: Displaced. Attack avoided.
10: Nothing personal, kid.

Hellpistol (Voss Pattern)
Medium Handgun/Carbine
Attack Dice: 1/d10 -or- 2/d10-1 (One-Handed)
Aim Bonus: +1
Damage Bonus: +3
Armour Reduction: 2
Magazine Size: 12
Special
Laser: Does not cause bleeding.
Blinding: If operated without flash protection, witnessing the impact of a las-weapon will blind for 3 rounds.
Convertible: When converted to Carbine mode, gain +1 to Attack and Aim Bonus.

Transonic Machete
Medium Knife
Attack Dice : 1/d10+2
Damage Bonus : Strength + 3
Armour Penetration : 1 + Half of enemy Armour (Round Down)
Parry Bonus : +0
Disarm Bonus : +3
Special
Sickening Vibrations: Enemies with 3 meters of an active blade count as being at -1 to all stats.
Sister Charitina
A member of the Order Famulous who found her faith again thanks to the Inquisitor. Praxis' closest confidant, dearest friend, and irritating ex-girlfriend.
Attributes of Note: Nerve 3, Contacts 4, Charm 3, Scripture 2, Fire 2
Skills of Note: Career - Order Famulous, Weapon - Bolt Carbine, People - Inquisitor Praxis
Equipment: Half-Plate Power Armour, Bolt Carbine, Burning Blade
Known Values: (3) The nobility is a blight on the Imperium, (2) I trust the Inquisitor's vision for the future, (1) Galaxy grim and dark, tiddy soft and warm.

Dahlia Hussian
A 17 year old unsanctioned psyker, rescued by Praxis from the witch's pyre she volunteered for at age 12. Loves the Emperor, and hates herself for being unworthy and twisted.
Attributes of Note: Power 1, Control 2, Sight 2, Faith 5, Strength -1, Nerve 0
Skills of Note: Talent - Self Discipline, Talent - Self-Hatred
Equipment: Web Derringer
Known Values: [3] I am here because I was given a chance. I should extend the same chance to others, [2] The Emperor is all things, [1] I can atone for my existence by aiding the Inquisitor

Marvel Ann Alemanga-Zero
A Magos of the biology wing of the Adeptus Mechanicus, Marvel Ann is an exuberant, odd, and enthusiastic cyborg lady who is an expert in medicine and bionics. She's Joanyn's current sweetheart, and she autotunes her voice.
Attributes of Note: Intelligence 4, Charm 3, Strength 4
Skills of Note: Career - Cyberdoc, Talent - Surgery, Talent - Singing
Known Values: [2] Adventure is to be seized with both hands (and as many mechandrites as possible)

Fraser Bookter
A positively ancient scribe who served Praxis' teacher, Bookter has seen all manner of things. Despite that, he keeps good humour.
Attributes of Note: Intelligence 4, Scripture 2, Contacts 2, Strength -2
Skills of Note: Career - Archivist, Knowledge - Imperial History
Known Values: ???

Korey Kilimnik
Once a Lightning fighter pilot for the Navy, until he was caught fucking an admiral's son. Kilimnik professionally doesn't care unless it has jet engines.
Attributes of Note: Nerve 5, Agility 3
Skills of Note: Career - Fighter Pilot, Talent - Piloting, Talent - Causing Trouble
Known Values: [2] By death or rejuvenation, age will never slow my reflexes
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[insert frustrated rant here about how The Matrix was a science-fiction metaphor for the methods a society develops to control dissent which also ensure its' own long-term downfall written by two left-leaning trans women and fuck Mencius Moldbug for stealing that incredibly useful term]
The Matrix: A story about living in a hell world where humans are turned into nothing more than fuel for capital, where the individual is enclosed, surveilled, and controlled in order to prevent them from rejecting the system that eats them alive, with a bunch of trans-related symbolism put in by the directors, two at-the-time closeted trans girls.
The Alt Right: This seems like a great metaphor for how I can't get a date.
 
You finally decided it was time to head to the Palace and see who was in charge of this disaster. You also decided to do so by pulling out all the stops for appearance: subtlety was out the window, so you wanted to put on a show he'd respect. You had the arbitrators accompany you as an honour guard (translation: law enforcement is already on my side), and you had the High General of the PDF announce you were coming (translation: your army will not protect you). You broke out your most formal of wears, an enormous cloak you'd inherited from your predecessor (who had been ten inch inches taller and twice as wide at the shoulder after a life of gene-treatments), bedecked in trophies, medals, braided cord, and a real human skull on a chain. You had it slung over one shoulder so it didn't cover all of you, and you had his old cane, eagle-head topped, which was nice because even with mechanical assistance trying to walk in heels with almost eighty pounds of oversized cloak on was not fun.
Open Sketch, I just want to say I loved everything about this update. You are amazing.
It wasn't enough to be vested with nearly unlimited power over these people, you had to look the part.
Every Imperium named character ever.
(Dahlia was waiting in the car. She had a movie on a data-slate, lunch in the glovebox, and a comm-bead in case you needed her.)
Daaaaaaw. It's so domestic, yet so irresponsible.
They'd broken out all their finery too, trying to impress with their wealth, and... well, there was a point when the display of conspicuous wealth became absolutely hedonism, and they'd found that point and just kept going. This was a common failure condition on more out of the way planets: nobility on more frequently traveled worlds learned the value of a certain austerity, opting for the awe of grand edifice instead of the opulence of wasted wealth. They also usually knew a level of restraint, because they had to deal more frequently with people who outranked them and could call them out on their bullshit. There was no such restraint here.
1. Ah yes, if you're not meming when you write 40k you're not writing 40k.
2. Someone should inform the Adeptus Custodes. Unless 'body oil covered abs and glutes' is their idea of 'grand edifice'.
There was enough gold, silver, and platinum in here to plate a destroyer, with the Governor sitting on a throne that sat inside the mouth of a giant skull dominating one side of the room. There was a feast being eaten here consisting of frankly ridiculous quantities of food that simply could not have been local, with the central serving table dominated by the roasted carcass of a marine animal that was at least twenty meters long. Even with the several hundred people in this hall, you suspected the majority of it would go to waste.
... it's whale, isn't it? They found an actual Terran whale and harvested it.
The walls were lined with servants, locals, most of them young and dressed insufficiently and yet elaborately, walking stiffly, and you couldn't help but notice the metallic collars, subtler versions of the same device worn by penal legionnaires.
Why do I get the feeling the local equivalent of 'make the bad man fly' is 'make the thing's head pop off'?
One side of the room was dominated by a massive stage, angled so everyone could see it, and you suspected the floors were lined with grav-plating so the actors could adhere. The play appeared to be something about a saint of some kind, but as you passed in full view the protagonist (you suspected a relation to the governor) plunged a sword through the chest of an 'unbeliever'. The crowd applauded politely.
... holy fucking shit, that is even more stupid and expensive than everyone wearing power armor. Grav-plates are incredibly rare and expensive, only really going on high-end Admech, Astartes skimmers, or Custodes vehicles.

Also, yey my idea made it in.
You were reminded of the last time you were in a place like this, about a decade ago, when Charitina had made a sarcastic remark about how utterly bizarre it was that planetary nobility kept becoming corrupted by the Enemy. In that instance, you'd had the utter satisfaction of locking the rulers inside their gilded palace and having it burnt down, but by that point they'd begun openly performing rituals for the dark gods and doing so was just burning out an infection.
Yeah, I thought it was a bit wierd our humane Inquisitor mentioned merrily burning people alive. Turns out, it was just chaos.
The realistic possibility here was that there was no overt influence from the warp here yet, just the indulgence of human beings whose money and power made them untouchable.

You knew that wasn't actually, materially worse, but it felt worse.
Yes, because you can't shoot them now.
She had the same agelessness you did, though there was an uncanny aspect that indicated she was spacing out her treatments due to cost and making up the difference in surgery.
Hm... lemme come back to that.
The Orders Hospitaller had made a good racket out of inflating the cost for civilian clients: Tanks with rocket-launching organs didn't pay for themselves.
Well, given they keep phoning their local Forge Worlds about Their Liberator And Savior The God-Emperor Of Mankind, you bet those things are expensive.
"Governor, it is good to see you doing so well, though it is a shame your world is in such a dire state." you began. Strategically chosen words, indicating that such excess was inappropriate with situation outside. Strategically chosen language too, the impersonal and distant formality in the complex, stiff language of High Gothic.

"I imagine your assessment will be shortly revised with the swiftness of your efforts." the Governor responded smoothly, her pronunciation and grammar perfect. "It is lovely you've decided to grace us with your presence. What can I do for you?"

Deference, even through metaphorically clenched teeth, was a good sigh.
Have I mentioned I like the nice use of language to indicate the divide in social classes and ranks? Because I do.
Production shortfalls were not enough to affect the tithe or particularly cut into her wealth, the PDF was paid for by and mostly staffed with locals who were seen somewhere between expendable and subhuman, and the only really regrettable parts were that some of the offworld officers, usually sent by their family to gain military experience before being attached to some General Staff in the Imperial Guard, had died in the process. You also learned a bit about the Governor herself, namely that she'd been in charge for thirty years, and was thinking of giving it another ten before passing the job to a niece and heading back to her homeworld, a Hive World at the edge of the sector which bore her family name. Being a socialite there was evidently more prestigious and profitable than being the governor here, which wasn't surprising, as the two billion-strong population of this world could fit handily into a sprawling hive city with ample room to spare.
That's another crutial detail to the governor's motives.
The servers, the staff, the escorts, they were slaves, and while the Imperium technically outlawed outright slavery, the Emperor celebrated as a liberator of those in bondage, indentured servitude and forced labour of prisoners was seen as just, and both debt and punishment could be generational.
Not to mention the Adeptus Mechanicus just straight-up is not bound by that law and outright calls their workers, both normal and 50's Space Age version, "Thralls".

Yeah, that's going to make pillow talk with the Tech-Priest a bit awkward.
You lead the conversation toward the print shops, avoiding the current thrust of your investigation, and mentioned the one in the palace itself. You clearly hit on something of a nerve, just visible in her near-frozen expressions.

"That seems like an unusual avenue of investigation, Lady Inquisitor." she said, "I'm not entirely sure how it's relevant."

"Well, Governor, the workers I've spoken to have been incredibly candid, you understand, and have told me some very interesting things." you responded vaguely. The slightest twitch of her eyebrow.

"Well, I wouldn't put too much stock in the local rabble." she responded dismissively. "They hardly understand the workings of the office."

Oooh, there was a denial that told a story.

"I think many of them understand more than you think, and in any case, I understand quite well, and I've been considering what I'm going to do about it." you said, smiling just slightly.
Aaaaaand we've got her, hooray!
Implication: whatever the fuck it is you're worried about, I know, and I can expose you. Time to make yourself useful to me.

"... quite." She indicated with a hand, and you felt a shift in the air, a momentary hum, and the room grew quiet. A stummer, an omnidirectional noise canceler, had just activated to add an extra layer of privacy to the conversation. "It was a minor oversight, and it has been corrected. I was acting in accordance with my responsibilities!"
I love the paniced swapping by the governer, showing she's having a hard time thinking straight. She's off-script, but she's too panicked to care.
"... Five years ago, I was approached by a man who claimed to be a servant of an Inquisitor of the Ordos Xeno. One Stanislaus Tempel, a half-local, I thought little of it. He told me that the brimsilda this world grows was an alien construct, that the entire industry was corrupt and treasonous, and that the planet would need to burn. He said I needed to destroy the stocks and plantations immediately, to spread word among the people to ensure its extinction."

You stayed silence, just staring, compelling her to continue speaking.

"I... I sent him away. Of course it's alien, but so is a grox. It's useful to the Imperium." And to her pocketbook, of course. "The Ministorium works in mysterious ways that are not for us to question. I presumed the man must be some form of charlatan, perhaps an anarchist, agent of the Enemy, or even sent from a rival noble house. And even if he was legitimate, he had no authority to demand such things outright. The last communication I had with him was that he should send for his boss, because I wasn't listening to him. Then he ran. I took it as a sign of guilt, but..."
Yeah, that's your first problem there. The second was acting like the man in question and taking 'going to get the boss' as a sign of cowardice.
"I... I apologize, Lady Inquisitor, I truly do. But ordering his death seemed the safest option for the Imperium, and of course I had to prevent the print workers from spreading this obviously false information. I deeply regret it, and I am willing to face the consequences. My death will be nothing to preserve the integrity of the Imperium, and I only wish I had possessed the foresight to avoid it."

That threw you for a loop. You were not expecting... repentance. Acceptance. Loyalty. You'd entered this conversation expecting her to only look out for herself, but... of course not. She might have been higher in this twisted system, but she was a part of it too. She had internalized its messages just the same. Even... all this, the grand and horrifying splendor, it was just a cog in a terrible machine, one that fit exactly in the place made for it. All this around her was normal, but what she'd described was a mistake in her eyes, and she knew full well what that meant. Hell, she seemed to believe that her death would actually be righteous in this circumstance.
And here's why the governor's so at peace with herself.

She sees her death at an Inquisitor's hands as absolution of her sins.

We already got the detail she's running a bit low on money to extend her lifespan. We also got told she's retiring in a decade. So in short, the lady governor is making like middle-ages nobility and turning to religious life to hopefully spare their immortal soul damnation over the indiscretions of their life. But as her fuckup has now gotten the attention of an Inquisitor, she's not exactly going to be spending her golden years in a golden chapel with a golden priest attended to by gold-painted men. No, she's expecting the Imperial theocratic judicial system to function as it always does for cases of 'non-heretical domestic execution'. Namely, the crime warrants the punishment, and her soul is saved by accepting it.

One little lasbolt to the head, and she's partying it up with saints and Primarchs. If only she knew...
"Thank you for your honestly, it will serve you well. As an aside, I have a small question, just to lay to rest another matter. Who has access to the Palace printers?"

"It is used by several government departments, yes. It also prints internal memos, and it is often used by members of my court to print invitations to parties and such like that. Several members of the court pay handsomely for confidential and private use the machines, they even send their own servants to operate them, hide their gossip or whatever. I personally stay away from such things, there's a dignity to the office that will be undermined by attending an event I am not hosting. Seeing as assassinating me would be unlawful and bring the full wrath of my family down on the whole court, I never considered it something to worry about."

Oh. Well that was easy, there was a cult somewhere in here. Because of course there was.
While the impending Black Crusade means that this is likley headed by the Black Legion, I still say I was right in calling a Nurglite attempt at stamping this out.
 
(Dahlia was waiting in the car. She had a movie on a data-slate, lunch in the glovebox, and a comm-bead in case you needed her.)
This is at once adorable and...
In The Grim Darkness of The Fortieth Millennium there is only irresponsible childcare.


Another possibility?

[] Plan Our Problems Combined

The Governor
[] The Governor needs redemption, the cult needs smiting. Let them make beautiful purges together.
-[] Send an advisor to vet the initial staff and oversee the initial planning and operations.
--[] Charitina and Dahlia

The Cult
[] The Governor needs redemption, the cult needs smiting. Let them make beautiful purges together.

Tomorrow's Plans
[] Work, as usual. Time's wasting.

With luck we would get our team back within a month and there will be fewer heretics amognst the heresy investigation than there are outside of it. I don't entirely trust the locals' competence, but if they get off to a good start...
 
... holy fucking shit, that is even more stupid and expensive than everyone wearing power armor. Grav-plates are incredibly rare and expensive, only really going on high-end Admech, Astartes skimmers, or Custodes vehicles.
Eh? I mean yeah those are rare, but those are specifically for high end skimmers as you say. All Imperial ships have artificial gravity, and grav-chutes are standard issue for Drop Regiments.

So yes but no. Confusingly enough.
Well, given they keep phoning their local Forge Worlds about Their Liberator And Savior The God-Emperor Of Mankind, you bet those things are expensive.
I'd say something about the circle of life, but nobody stiffs the AdMech for anything because they're in charge of making anything more complicated than brute industrial equipment and lasguns, including basically every last ship in existence, and everyone needs spaceships to do anything, so uh

Laughs in Binary
Not to mention the Adeptus Mechanicus just straight-up is not bound by that law and outright calls their workers, both normal and 50's Space Age version, "Thralls".
They call the ones they don't convert into suicide drones menials, to be fair.

But yeah they're not really bound by any Imperial laws. Because they're not part of the Imperium.
While the impending Black Crusade means that this is likley headed by the Black Legion, I still say I was right in calling a Nurglite attempt at stamping this out.
I mean, maybe. I don't think whether this place continues operating is a big change to the outcome of the Black Crusade though.
 
I mean, maybe. I don't think whether this place continues operating is a big change to the outcome of the Black Crusade though.
I'm not calling it a lynchpin, because it's clearly not. But given how potent a medicine this is, The Crimson Path's call for crippling the Imperium behind the frontline of Cadia will have marked this as a prime target. One of thousands, but one none the less. With the inability to provide the same kind of high-end medical treatment, the Guard will suffer increased casualties and morale problems. And Nurgle gets a big "narrative" win by taking one of his captive girlfriend's creations and burning it to the fucking ground.
 
Okay, I think there are several paths we can take. But here's a thought: she said she thought she was leaving the post in a decade and leaving it to her niece. That implies she has at least some power over who comes next. If we wanted to blackmail her, then we in theory have our hands on the order of succession right here. We could get her to act as we wished, then have her leave for home and appoint someone we'd vet more thoroughly than "Is she my niece?"

Heck, once she was gone back to be a socialite, it'd probably not be that much harm to have left the post... especially if we solve the biggest problems of the planet before we go. She can take credit if she feels bold enough to do so, and go, "I left because my work here is done" as long as we're the ones shaping this planet's future in at least a somewhat more responsible manner.

This is just a thought, of course.
 
As an aside re: the cult, this shit is usually very routine for Praxis. She and Charitina have dealt with this a lot. Dealing with it herself means it gets done faster and you have Charitina on hand if you need her, but Praxis is a hundred percent confident in Tina, and even believes the locals can deal with it probably.

So that's sort of your choice thingy.
 
I haven't followed 40k for a long time because its lore is depressing and very against my aesthetic, but there is a sketchbook quest with a small bean I must protecc so back into the warp we go I guess

I like
[] Plan Our Problems Combined
if its viable, because it gets other peoples' asses into gear and doing the jobs they should be doing anyway, and with the Sister at the helm it should hopefully avoid collapsing into a big bad ball of fail and maybe wrap up a bit faster.

The big problem with this plan as I see it is that whilst the PDF and our attack-ex are dealing with the cult, we won't have them on hand to beat other people senseless. How many hostile entities are there on this planet, again? Separatists, Cultists, and Company of Judgement? PDF should be handling the Separatists now we dealt with the moles, if I recall correctly, and obviously here we can sic them on the Cult too... given the CoJ's usual operations are shooting down cargo skimmers and shooting up farmsteads, not assassinating key personnel in the heart of the planetary capital, I don't think we're at risk of needing to facepunch any of them anytime soon.

That said, 'divide and conquer' is written in the art of war for a reason, and that reason is its easier to beat up the scooby gang if they've split up to look for clues. WIth the PDF no longer leaking like a sieve that should at least be less of an imminent problem. The Cult seems, from what we know so far, like it's probably the smallest of the three hostile groups, so maybe dogpiling on them and tying up that loose end now, before we (or they) go any further would be a good idea.
 
[] Plan: A Bright Ending

[] Tell the Governor that she's made a mistake, but that she can correct for it, and more than that, Praxis can not only get rid of the various threats of the rebel factions and the cult, but put her on the path to retirement with honor and glory aplenty. Or... through the blackmailed material if she fails to shape up, Praxis could ruin her.
-[] Hint at knowledge of the new plant that could be interesting, without giving up any details. Seduce her with the thought of riches and more riches, glory and more glory. She's to work closely with an Inquisitor on a matter that could "change the game" as it were. An honor, yes, even if it comes with a sting at a tail. Failure meaning disgrace, meaning the blackmail material comes out... but success meaning rewards.
-[] Praxis is going to stay and help deal with the Cult... but she's going to have the Governor's help, and more than that, she'll teach the Governor how to deal with cults like that in the future. No, not providing real training or classified information on how to sniff them out, but useful hints and tips, to make it feel like the Governor is contributing to dealing with the cult... and more than that, that the Governor is publicly seen doing so. She will, after all, need to be seen as extraordinarily pious if everything that comes next is to work.
-[] For future consultation and aid, you'll need to have this sort of access more often. If at that point she balks spin hints of all the possibilities available to those favored by an Inquisitor. Yes, it's distasteful, but if she does actually shape up and act usefully, then her interests will be--for the moment--Praxis' anyways.
-[] Despite all of this, it'd probably be best to...
--[] Work, as usual. Time's wasting.

Uh, how does this look, anyone? I know it's wordy, but I just started typing.
 
[] Plan: A Bright Ending

[] Tell the Governor that she's made a mistake, but that she can correct for it, and more than that, Praxis can not only get rid of the various threats of the rebel factions and the cult, but put her on the path to retirement with honor and glory aplenty. Or... through the blackmailed material if she fails to shape up, Praxis could ruin her.
-[] Hint at knowledge of the new plant that could be interesting, without giving up any details. Seduce her with the thought of riches and more riches, glory and more glory. She's to work closely with an Inquisitor on a matter that could "change the game" as it were. An honor, yes, even if it comes with a sting at a tail. Failure meaning disgrace, meaning the blackmail material comes out... but success meaning rewards.
-[] Praxis is going to stay and help deal with the Cult... but she's going to have the Governor's help, and more than that, she'll teach the Governor how to deal with cults like that in the future. No, not providing real training or classified information on how to sniff them out, but useful hints and tips, to make it feel like the Governor is contributing to dealing with the cult... and more than that, that the Governor is publicly seen doing so. She will, after all, need to be seen as extraordinarily pious if everything that comes next is to work.
-[] For future consultation and aid, you'll need to have this sort of access more often. If at that point she balks spin hints of all the possibilities available to those favored by an Inquisitor. Yes, it's distasteful, but if she does actually shape up and act usefully, then her interests will be--for the moment--Praxis' anyways.
-[] Despite all of this, it'd probably be best to...
--[] Work, as usual. Time's wasting.

Uh, how does this look, anyone? I know it's wordy, but I just started typing.

I kinda have to like the first but since it's basically what I awkwardly wrote the page before.

though would it fit to assign the governor "penance" and then influence her choice of successor? I also like the succession meddling idea someone suggested up-page
 
I kinda have to like the first but since it's basically what I awkwardly wrote the page before.

though would it fit to assign the governor "penance" and then influence her choice of successor? I also like the succession meddling idea someone suggested up-page

That was me. :p

And, I was thinking about including that, but that feels a little 'long term' plans, and I'd rather not freak her out by going, "Also, succession, let's talk about that." But I could add to it to, like, note for the future?
 
That was me. :p

And, I was thinking about including that, but that feels a little 'long term' plans, and I'd rather not freak her out by going, "Also, succession, let's talk about that." But I could add to it to, like, note for the future?
Hmn yeah, you're right, I we want to have he governor "earn her redemption" bringing up succession weakens the narrative
 
Just real quick @The Laurent, what is the intended outcome of this plan? it's sort of vague in its ultimate intentions and i'm not entirely sure what to do with it
 
Just real quick @The Laurent, what is the intended outcome of this plan? it's sort of vague in its ultimate intentions and i'm not entirely sure what to do with it

The intent was to get the Governor trusting us and working with us... but also under our thumb? Very "carrot and stick"? The threat of blackmail/failure, but the lure of hints of ways to solve all of their problems and make her a rich genius, etc, etc. I was honestly waiting for feedback on how viable it was, or if it was, which is why I didn't fill it in until just now when you said, "Get your votes in."
 
[X] Plan: A Bright Ending

Voting with the intent of suborning the succession process- let's get her to name someone competent when we leave.
 
The carrot and stick approach appeals to me as well, and seems in keeping with Joanyn's character. If we more thoroughly establish ourselves as in charge, we can more easily improve the lives of the people here. All without firing a shot, which is in line with Joanyn's values as well.

[X] Plan: A Bright Ending
 
[X] Plan: A Bright Ending

Hey let's get a Hard (8+) Presence check, throw Imperial Political Theory and Intimidation on there, so total difficulty 3+.
 
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