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    • ≡][≡ 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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    XP3​
    33 XP​
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    • 1-3: A Duel Of Words with a Dull Sword
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    • "... I hate to say it, but let's see if we can negotiate." you said. "We might be able to salvage this."

    You started towards the Grand Ballroom, your hastily assembled entourage following a second behind. Sure enough, the room was crowded with House Phodon goons in white uniforms, a bunch of prissy toy soldier mercs gathered around a gaggle of more important looking figures. You spotted one of the Magos on their payroll, what looked like a few of their legal scribes, the tall, willowy shape of the nobleman himself, and a woman that was presumably some combination of wife, mistress, daughter, sister, or plaything.

    Fuck you hated the nobility.

    "Sister Charitina, which one is that?" you asked, indicating to nobleman. House Phodon men all looked alike, which surprisingly wasn't an indication of inbreeding (well, not entirely) but rather because they used surgery, gene-tweaking, and juve treatments to all look as close to identical as they could. Not only that, but the heirs of every line took on the same name, with the intention of creating the impression that the family never changed, it was simply an unbroken line of identical powerful douchebags.

    "Master Gregor Phodon the Eighty-Second." your companion said, without even a moment's hesitation.

    "Is he the one with the corpse factory?" you asked.

    "No, that was his great uncle."

    "Right, so the war hero then!" you said. From what you heard, he might be tolerable!

    "I'm afraid not. Used to be, but this one took his name now that he's the heir, original died at the battle of Prars I'm afraid. Saving a shuttle full of orphans."

    "Such is the fate of the good. So...urgh, the chem baron then."

    "You're thinking his younger brother. This is the Eighty-Second."

    "Oh mercy, he's not the handsy one, is he?"

    "... well... no, not the specific one you're thinking of, but... nobility. Um, this is the one who blew up that moon."

    "Give thanks, he might even be reasonable. How could you even tell them apart?"

    "He's a centimeter shorter and he's still got his original nose." she said.

    "Right. How's his High Gothic, you figure?""

    "Probably not as good as he thinks. Get 'em, girl."

    You puffed up your chest, put on your best smug smile, and walked imperiously out across the floor toward the man. Even with your boots, you were fifteen centimeters shorter than his artificially-enhanced height.

    "Master Phodon! A pleasure to meet you at last." you said, every word a lie.

    "Oh, what's this? Does she come with the palace?" The man said, clearly for the benefit of his entourage, and he was pursued by affected laughter as he strode out to meet you. "Master Gregor Phodon the Eighty-Second, the pleasure is all mine."

    You made sure to extend your left to him instead of your right, which had the triple effect of throwing him off guard, exposing your Inquisitorial icon, and making sure your flesh and blood hand didn't touch his. His eyebrows moved just a millimeter in surprise as he saw your rank, but nothing of his smug demenour fell.

    "Ah, so you must be Inquisitor Praxis. Lovely of you to clear the way for us. This resolves nearly four millennia of disputed claim, you know, we're very grateful." Charitina was right, he spoke in the lilted affect of a man whose education was several decades behind him, and who probably only heard High Gothic in church.

    "Ah yes, your claim. That was actually what I was coming here to speak to you about. Master Phodon, this is Sister Charitina of the Order Famulous, she assists me in these manners, and she lead me to believe that your house gave up this claim... what was it?"

    "Nine hundred and fifty years ago, Lady Inquisitor, by Gregor Phodon the Seventy-Seventh, in exchange for a wedding between his eighteenth son by his fifth wife and Dalila Lorch of the House of the same name." Charitina improvised quickly. You did your best work this way: figure out what they would need to be true to buy in, then hit whatever relevant archive, informant, or computer record you needed to make it true enough to bargain from.

    "Aunty Dal? I think I've seen those records, I though we gave up mining rights in the Vloc Nebula for that. Surely you don't mean to say we also surrendered our claim to the planet for it, do you?" he said, clearly skeptical but also on the back foot.

    Your servo-skull nudged Scribe Hjermstad's arm, and he spoke up suddenly.

    "I'm afraid it's true." He said, his voice strained from pure terror.

    "Dalila Lorch was a great beauty, you understand." Charitina added. Gregor frowned, and with a hand waved forward one of the scribes.

    "I think you'll find our deed-"

    "Is a forgery." you said instantly.

    "A- a," he struggled for a moment, clearly trying to find the word, and you heard him whisper it in Low Gothic as if trying to remember, "-a reproduction, we weren't going to take a three and a half thousand year old strip of parchment out to..."

    "Right, of course not, so you thought you'd just come and claim it on your word alone?" you said. "That might work in the backwaters, but the Tithe is due in soon and this world needs stability. I can't hand it to you on a sloppy bit of calligraphy like that."

    Ooh, he was getting mad. Angry nobles make decisions they'll regret, you were winning this.

    "De jure, this world is mine, and with my ship in orbit and my army at my call I think it shall de facto be mine either way, Lady Inquisitor. I would not be so smug, our family has friends in your ranks who will not be impressed with this... this... Otho, usurp, I'm looking for usurp."

    "It's usurp, Master Phodon."

    "-Usurp... ening."

    "Are you threatening an invasion?" You asked, doing your best to keep your voice even.

    "The Law is on my side, it will be entirely legal." He said. "And then I shall simply have the original deed brought here and displayed in the palace for all to see, and you won't be able to touch me."

    "If the deed says what you claim, you're right, I won't." You said. You technically had almost infinite authority, yes, but that relied on buy-in from others, faith in the office. "The Ministorum, on the other hand... I can't imagine they'll be pleased if the world is even further behind quota."

    "... even further, you say?" he said. The words sparked a flurry of motion behind him as the scribes quickly started looking over their records. "Last I heard, this word was turning a surplus."

    "You didn't think the charges laid against the Governor were all that were too it, did you? We'd have no ruling class left! No, I was asked to look into the world by a friend of mine in the Ministorum who had some questions about inconsistencies in their records. Major ones, they were not pleased. They'd already been in touch with... who were they again?"

    "The Ravagers, Lady Inquisitor." Tina added.

    "Yes, some Space Marine who are passing through on the way to that affair in Armageddon. I volunteered to try and deal with things quietly rather than let them loose on the Governor, to avoid further disruption. They have something of a sins of the father mentality when it comes to corruption, and House Lorch is too important for sector stability to suffer so." You said, trying to inject as much regret into your voice as you could. "But if you wish to press your claim, I'm sure you could deal with it in time."

    What little colour was present in the man's face drained. The secret to good lies was to weave in as much truth as possible: there had been inconsistencies in the Tithe caused by the Governor's corruption, you had been tipped off by an old boyfriend in the Ministorum, and the Ravagers were indeed heading up to bring hell to the Orks and would be passing through the sector in about two weeks. Hell, they even had a reputation for brutality that would easily cover a comprehensive approach to dealing with renegades.

    "I... see. I did not realize things were so dire. Scribe, will you make the Tithe if everything stays the same?"

    "It'll be close, Master Phodon, but we may..." Scribe Hjermstad said solemnly. It was true that they were cutting it close this year, but only in that you generally wanted a considerable buffer zone, given the harshness of the punishment.

    "I... I shall have to think on this. Thank you for informing me, Lady Inquisitor. I think I shall retire now... where-"

    "The guest quarters are in the western wing, Captain Marsters will show you." You said immediately, anticipating his request to be lead to the Governor's Quarters, and you promptly took your leave.

    The Captain lead the way and the guards shuffled out, and once you were sure things were sorted you let out a long sigh of relief and pulled Sister Charitina to one of the side rooms. Some little conference room or something, you'd already had it swept for bugs last time you were here, though a quick scan with your glasses confirmed there were no new ones.

    "I can't believe he bought that." Sister Charitina said, catching her breath and sinking heavily into one of the chairs. It strained under the weight of her armour. "We are fucked."

    "We're not fucked, we bought ourselves time." you snapped, trying to suppress the wave of slowly panic washing over you. "We use that time to delay him further and eventually we get him to cut his losses."

    "Do you have a recording? We need to keep everything straight." she asked, and you summoned your servo-skull to rest on the table.

    "The skull has it, but I think all we really need to do is forge ourselves some records from that wedding." you replied. You double-checked the lock and, sure now that you were alone, you deactivated your boots and sighed with relief as your your feet touched the floor, the plastex bodyglove squeaking against the marble. Blessed relief.

    "House Lorch would have gladly made one, but we sorta fried one of their favoured sons." Charitina said, pulling off her card and coif and letting down her bright red hair. "So that's out, probably."

    "They might still be willing to take it just to fuck over one of their rivals." You pointed out.

    "True. Other options?"

    "The copy kept by your order." you said. "We go, get access, and change or replace it."

    "That sounds like a nightmare, but we could try, I still have some contacts. Third options?" The power armour deactivated and Tina stepped out, stretching her arms with a sigh. "Fucking... there's something wrong with the paldrons on this thing, it keeps digging into my shoulderblades."

    "We go strangle him in his fucking room." you said viciously.

    "... tempting. It'd probably be pretty easy to get in, if you asked." she said. "And hey, you don't have to strangle him first thing..."

    "Fucking gross, Tina. I was figuring we could go in through a window or something."

    "My preferred approach for sure. I have to keep true to my vows, after all, I can't know the touch of a man." she said, putting an ethereal air to her voice.

    "That's just you, there's nothing in your vows about being a dyke." you grumbled, tapping your metal fingers against the table.

    "Not officially, no..." she said. By the Throne, she was insufferable. What the fuck had you seen in her? "Another option, we just wait it out. Maybe he gets bored, maybe a new opportunity presents itself, but the longer he spins his wheels, the more legitimacy the Council gets and the more likely it is the PDF backs them. We could use that time to shore up their defenses and popularity, and then when his troops land they'll find themselves without help."

    "A lot of people could die." you pointed out.

    "True, but it'll decide things pretty concretely. De jure doesn't mean shit if de facto they're meeting the Tithe and protecting themselves. Stability always beats precedent."

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    [ ] Make plans to contact House Lorch for falsified treaty records.​
    [ ] Make plans to contact the Order Famulous for falsified treaty records.​
    [ ] Make plans to assassinate Gregor Phodon the Eighty-Second.​
    [ ] Leave the palace and shore up support for the Council.​
    [ ] Write In. (This is not a comprehensive plan, just a general direction of attack, so to speak.)​
     
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    • On one hand, there's nothing so powerful as the spirit of spite.

    On the other, keeping it in-house with the Ordo do mean that there's no way for House Lorch to warn or cut a deal with House Phodon and fold down the house of cards.

    On the mutated arm, assassinating after what we've done so far just seems blasé and crass so that's out.

    And on the mechadendrite, there's something to be said about going at this from the angle of popular support and wait until further opportunity comes. Speaking of this bit, @open_sketch, would narrative opportunity only come if we wait it out or would it come regardless as we spin the wheel and make plans whichever way?
     
    Vocalend said:
    On one hand, there's nothing so powerful as the spirit of spite.

    On the other, keeping it in-house with the Ordo do mean that there's no way for House Lorch to warn or cut a deal with House Phodon and fold down the house of cards.

    On the mutated arm, assassinating after what we've done so far just seems blasé and crass so that's out.

    And on the mechadendrite, there's something to be said about going at this from the angle of popular support and wait until further opportunity comes. Speaking of this bit, @open_sketch, would narrative opportunity only come if we wait it out or would it come regardless as we spin the wheel and make plans whichever way?
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    Mostly they're banking on just being able to make the new Council seem legit, with the opportunity maybe being a chance to do one of the other options or something else quickly. So not really unless you have a cool write in .
     
    There's always the option of going full "Donations of Constantine" and falsifying ancient legal grants of authority for the Council as inheritors of the "Estates Foregaderen of ye auld llandes" or some shit. Suddenly the Council is not some mere conglomerate of guilds, but an ancient tradition of the highest pedigree restored to glory.
     
    bookwyrm said:
    There's always the option of going full "Donations of Constantine" and falsifying ancient legal grants of authority for the Council as inheritors of the "Estates Foregaderen of ye auld llandes" or some shit. Suddenly the Council is not some mere conglomerate of guilds, but an ancient tradition of the highest pedigree restored to glory.
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    I actually like this, @open_sketch , how viable is some sort of version of this?
     
    Hrm. Yeah, that's a cool framework. That waives the de jure concerns quite a bit but also:
    open_sketch said:
    the Ravagers were indeed heading up to bring hell to the Orks and would be passing through the sector in about two weeks
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    It's a long shot but there's a chance of getting some form of SM support to back our claims. It can make for a hell of a one-two punch. It's one thing to take on a bunch of legitimized upstarts. It's another to take on transhuman super soldier elites.
     
    [X] Plan: I'm Using My History Degree and Knowledge of College
    -[X] In Praxis' experience, there are always precedents. Old councils that were of course aristocratic, but didn't bother stating so, or were there to just... manufacture consent to aristocratic rule. Dig into the archives--using scholarly help from radical academics who support your... actions if need be--for those legitimate, real documents...
    -[X] And then forge a bunch of grants, donations, and connecting documents that construct from the past an entire story of a lost legacy, now restored in this not-at-all-new Council. The combination of legitimate and illegitimate documents will make it harder to simply dismiss all of it, especially after...
    -[X] ...you use your contacts among various student radicals (who had had a grudge against the previous Governor) to find historians willing to... back up some of the claims.
    -[X] Meanwhile, as the call and cry of their legitimacy echoes, work with the Council to make sure that it acts in ways to whip up popular support.
    -[X] When the Ravagers come to pass through, the Council is going to put on its metaphorical Sunday best and do everything to help the Space Marines... to go, in fact, above and beyond in their duty to aid these loyal servants of the Emperor, in a public enough way that it'll reflect well on their organization and perhaps look as if the Space Marines accept it as the rightful and legitimate government/etc, etc.

    This is just a preliminary plan? And I'm obviously being a bit vague since it's a plan of attack, not an outline.
     
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    To continue on that vein, could we also do some truly *evil* shit to the office of the Governor? Like have every province have its own pre-fixed prices set centuries ago for gubernatorial duties on salt and alcohol, each wildly different from the next and none touching on the actual revenue streams. Bind them six months a year to some decrepit old feudal keep to legally hold the Governor's court. Make it so choked by legal nonsense as to be unappetizing as possible to perform.
     
    bookwyrm said:
    To continue on that vein, could we also do some truly *evil* shit to the office of the Governor? Like have every province have its own pre-fixed prices set centuries ago for gubernatorial duties on salt and alcohol, each wildly different from the next and none touching on the actual revenue streams. Bind them six months a year to some decrepit old feudal keep to legally hold the Governor's court. Make it so choked by legal nonsense as to be unappetizing as possible to perform.
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    This one might run into the problem of the new Governor simply deciding to ignore all that gay shit and shoot anyone who brings it up, safe in the knowledge that if a Civil War were to break out, they could call on their feudal ties to the Ministorium to get the Imperial Guard and all the other wonderful tools of warfare at the Imperium's disposal to back them up.

    ... the system is not good at averting tyranny, but it really wasn't designed to be.
     
    [X] Write In Plan: Use Their Servants Against Them

    You just threw him a curveball, so Sir Abides-Not-A-Moon here is going to scurry off and get his tame dogs to look into and counter all the lies you threw at him. That's both a problem and an opportunity. A problem, because this is house Phodon's proverbial backyard, so they've got the organizational reach to probably outmaneuver you in the administrative realm. An opportunity, because you can track down their fucking agents and lean on them. HARD. Turn them to your ends. Get them to slow things down, maybe even sink the claim entirely.

    Edit: You have the added advantage that Phodon doesn't have a fully established presence yet, which means that their agents will be poorly established and more easily exposed. Doubly so, given that the local middle class has gotten the prospect of self-rule in their heads and can presumably be talked into providing their own intelligence.
     
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    To jump on the bandwagon:
    [X] Plan: I'm Using My History Degree and Knowledge of College
     
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