- Location
- Madness realms
[X] Open his Soul to its corruption
[X] Guide him to head down into the Cellar. Head first into battle
Let the galaxy burn!
[X] Guide him to head down into the Cellar. Head first into battle
Let the galaxy burn!
Warhammer 40k: Guide the Gamer!
- Thread starter Propa
- Start date
- Location
- A Pit Of My Own Making
- Pronouns
- He/Him
True, but I think this is a Nurgle Cult, and Nurgle... is icky.
[X] Help defend his mind and Soul.
[X] Guide him to head down into the Cellar. Head first into battle.
[X] Help defend his mind and Soul.
[X] Guide him to head down into the Cellar. Head first into battle.
[X] Guide him to head down into the Cellar. Head first into battle.
Oh god, please let this be Nurgle. Fear and Hunger and Warhammer 40k are bad enough by themselves, we don't need a crossover.
[X] Help defend his mind and Soul.
[X] Guide him to head down into the Cellar. Head first into battle.
[X] Help defend his mind and Soul.
[X] Guide him to head down into the Cellar. Head first into battle.
Guh I think you're going to get drowned by the other viewers before they allow Jonathan to fall. Eitherway, Chaos Lads DW if you fail this vote. Theres always more.
Also, this is the Roll Post for this next chapter.
- Location
- U.S.
I'll corrupt them all eventually
You steel his soul for the horrors within as the Creature's very presence tries to corrupt him. You help ward that off as Jonathan grips his knife and gun tightly and begins heading down.
You feel the sheer desperation in him. The desperate hope shined inside as he went down the stairs. He prayed to the Emperor that his friend was alive, and he was pushing onward to find him.
But you already know what happened to Timot, don't you?
You know what world Jonathan lives in, and the most likely outcome here for someone kidnapped for so many days.
Answer honestly. How does this make YOU feel?
[] Entertained.
[] Angry
[] Curious.
[] Bored.
[] Sad.
Rolling. . . 67 + 15
Jonathan reaches the bottom of the stairs, where a fat village lady stands next to an older man in robes. On the older man's outfit was the Aquila, the double-headed equal that many Priests wielded.
Jonathan does not give them a second to speak. He raises his gun and fires off two times. Both are falling to the ground. Another man comes rushing in from the side, and Jonathan aims-
LUCK ACTIVATED.
The Gun jams, but Jonathan hits the side of the gun and fires. The man quickly perishes soon after. These were untrained civilians, in most cases, against someone you had blessed.
Jonathan's gaze turns to the statue in the room. A two-headed angel coated in dried Blood. A strange symbol on its chest as a series of plates with old food sits at the base of this first statue. The smell of pork lingers in the room.
Jonathan moves forward as he heads into the next room- He pauses at the sight of emptied cages.
Rolling. . . 49 and 57
-20 Willpower.
- 10 Willpower
+5 Corruption.
Despair makes its way into his heart as he stares at this despair which blossoms into a bloody rage as he ventures deeper.
HAIRLINE TRIGGER ACTIVATED.
Rolling. . . 72 + 15
Someone rounds the corner with a bored in hand. Jonathan ducks under it before springing upwards. The knife digs into the man's jaw as he cries out.
Jonathan only pauses when he realizes the man is wearing an outfit from the Schola. A student in his final year asked, "Why?"
The man gurgled, unable to answer. His cry of pain and noises brought three more men into the room. One absolute giant of a man, with two women standing at his side.
"You defile an Ecchlisarchy tolerated Religious ritual, boy. You dare murder Imperial Citizens! You'll rot in a penal Legion for this," The fat man tries to bluff. Jonathan does acknowledge that he could become a scapegoat for these wicked false worshippers.
Rolling. . .NAT 1
The fat man reaches down to his hip and throws a giant Butcher's cleaver directly at Jonathan's head. It lands, and Jonathan staggers as the piece of metal buries itself in the side of his face destroying his eye and embedding itself within his very skull.
Jonathan just slowly looks forward, his body screaming in pain as he lets loose a small laugh. The three strange-looking people pause at this laugh, waiting for Jonathan to fall.
Yet he refuses to. He smiles at them as he hisses, "Where is Timot? Where!" He shouts, and when both women reach for the guns on their hips-
Rolling. . .
56 + 10
53 + 10
Jonathan is quicker and blows both their heads off their shoulders as he aims at the fat man and shoots him in the knee. The Blood pours down Jonathan's face as he snarls, "Where are your captives!"
-60 HP
+5 Corruption
"U-Understand everything we do is for the Arch-Angel, and God of fear and Hunger please. . .please spare us," The chef blubbers as Jonathan rips the Butcher's cleavers from his face and keeps walking.
Jonathan takes the ammo and guns from the two dead. Finally, he heads into the next room, glancing at the small makeshift kitchen in the corner of the room before turning his gaze to the center of the room.
At the center of the room, an angelic statue stood. Multiple heads were nailed to the figure, the rest of their bodies a shredded mess of meat and bone, which sat at the statue's base. Before it, a woman with dyed white hair stood.
She slowly turns, raising an eyebrow. Her gaze moved to the wound on Jonathan's face. Jonathan's eyes roam the statue, soon settling upon the severed head of the one whom he searched for.
Both of his eyes squeezed shut as the tears began, "It's not prudent to be distracted."
"Why," Jonathan hissed through clenched teeth as he opened his eye. His gaze settled on the Amulet on the Sister of Battle's chest. Something about the purple gem sitting in the gold chain was calling to him.
Rolling. . .53 + 10
Successful
He brushes it off to focus on the rage inside him to listen to the whispers of the Amulet. His hand clenching his gun tightly as he snarls at the woman in a rage, demanding, "Answer me!"
"Why? Because Boy, the Enemies of Mankind do such horrific acts to weaker horrors for just crumbs of power. Because I have seen Horrors beyond your imagining. I have been enlightened about the power of pain. We revere the Arch-Angel Sangiunus with these offers of Blood and flesh," She pauses, realizing the boy was unaffected by the Amulet she wore.
"This is heresy," Jonathan mutters staring at the blood and bone at the base of the statue and the bloody handprints covering the floor. He tries to brush that from his mind.
"This is the future for Mankind, boy. It is a shame you are so pig-headed," The woman darts forward unnaturally fast, pulling an actual ceremonial sword from her hip. She swings-
HAIRLINE TRIGGER ACTIVATED: 85 + 15
The woman gasps in shock as Jonathan uses the Butcher's blade to parry the strike and stab at her. The edge lands on her shoulder, and the woman steps back. The Amulet on her chest glowed brighter, as Jonathan just spits on her face and jumps back to help further the distance.
Rolling. . .42 + 15
Jonathan narrowly remains on the defensive, blocking another strike as he takes a few steps back. Panting in exhaustion, Blood stained his uniform as the woman smiled wickedly at him, "You are truly skilled. Come, join me, child, and I will show you the power of our God."
Rolling. . .2
+10 Corruption
-10 Willpower
Whispers fill Jonathan's head as his eyes widen, "You do not follow an Angel of the Emperor. Only something which parades itself as one. I will send you and it to the Hells where all traitors burn!"
"You're barely standing. How do you intend to kill me?"
"With hate," He spits out as he darts forward, firing his pistol at the woman. She rolls to the side and launches herself ahead, closing the distance far too fast for any average person.
Rolling. . .82 + 15
Jonathan steps back and slams her blade downward with the flat of the Butcher's blade before elbowing her in the face. Saving his breath as he quickly transfers into a harsh kick to the woman's stomach.
The woman just smiles at the pain grabbing his leg and pulling him forward, allowing her to headbutt him. The woman was older and more experienced, and it showed.
-10 HP
Rolling . . .23
Rolling. . .2
Jonathan aims the gun at her, but she grabs his wrist and bends it to the side. She quickly steps back, taking the gun from Jonathan, and unloads three shots into his chest before it clicks empty.
-60 HP
Rolling. . .95 + 15
LUCK ACTIVATED.
The woman pauses at the fact that the boy still stands. Blood poured from his face and chest. His legs shake as he snarls, "You killed him. I said I was going to kill you for that."
Jonathan darts forward, Blood pouring down his chest as he swings his blade. It catches her Amulet cutting the gold and letting the gem clatter to the floor. She, howls in rage at this trying to catch the amulet in mid air but her speed fading the moment it began to fall.
The gem cracks, and a howl fills the room, making Jonathan sick with its very foul presence.
Rolling. . 38
-10 Willpower.
+5 Corruption
98 + 15
The woman desperately reaches for the Amulet, but Jonathan swings at her arm, cutting it off from the elbow down. The woman screams, her seeming immunity to pain now gone as Jonathan pushes onward with all his strength. The woman grabs her blade-
Both of them charge at the other. All or nothing in this single moment. Should they fail, neither have the energy or endurance to go beyond this attack!
85 + 15
Jonathan uses the combat knife in one hand and the Buthcer's blade in the other. He evades the woman's blade with the flat of the Butcher's blade before slamming the combat knife into her stomach. The woman gasps as she screams, "W-Wait! I can show you the God of Hunger and fear themselves! Tangible proof of the Arch-Angel-"
"Shut the fuck up," Jonathan whispers as he begins stabbing her. The blade was ripped from her stomach. He does not stop stabbing her. Even as he begins to cry and sob, he does not stop stabbing her.
The rage and pain were apparent, driving him onwards as he finally came to a stop. He was panting as he sat on the cooling corpse beneath him. Half his face was a mixture of Blood and tears, and the other a bloodied mess with a destroyed eye.
He stumbles, slowly rising as he turns to the cracked Amulet sitting on the floor.
[] Take the Amulet.
[] Destroy it.
You feel the sheer desperation in him. The desperate hope shined inside as he went down the stairs. He prayed to the Emperor that his friend was alive, and he was pushing onward to find him.
But you already know what happened to Timot, don't you?
You know what world Jonathan lives in, and the most likely outcome here for someone kidnapped for so many days.
Answer honestly. How does this make YOU feel?
[] Entertained.
[] Angry
[] Curious.
[] Bored.
[] Sad.
Rolling. . . 67 + 15
Jonathan reaches the bottom of the stairs, where a fat village lady stands next to an older man in robes. On the older man's outfit was the Aquila, the double-headed equal that many Priests wielded.
Jonathan does not give them a second to speak. He raises his gun and fires off two times. Both are falling to the ground. Another man comes rushing in from the side, and Jonathan aims-
LUCK ACTIVATED.
The Gun jams, but Jonathan hits the side of the gun and fires. The man quickly perishes soon after. These were untrained civilians, in most cases, against someone you had blessed.
Jonathan's gaze turns to the statue in the room. A two-headed angel coated in dried Blood. A strange symbol on its chest as a series of plates with old food sits at the base of this first statue. The smell of pork lingers in the room.
Jonathan moves forward as he heads into the next room- He pauses at the sight of emptied cages.
Rolling. . . 49 and 57
-20 Willpower.
- 10 Willpower
+5 Corruption.
Despair makes its way into his heart as he stares at this despair which blossoms into a bloody rage as he ventures deeper.
HAIRLINE TRIGGER ACTIVATED.
Rolling. . . 72 + 15
Someone rounds the corner with a bored in hand. Jonathan ducks under it before springing upwards. The knife digs into the man's jaw as he cries out.
Jonathan only pauses when he realizes the man is wearing an outfit from the Schola. A student in his final year asked, "Why?"
The man gurgled, unable to answer. His cry of pain and noises brought three more men into the room. One absolute giant of a man, with two women standing at his side.
"You defile an Ecchlisarchy tolerated Religious ritual, boy. You dare murder Imperial Citizens! You'll rot in a penal Legion for this," The fat man tries to bluff. Jonathan does acknowledge that he could become a scapegoat for these wicked false worshippers.
Rolling. . .NAT 1
The fat man reaches down to his hip and throws a giant Butcher's cleaver directly at Jonathan's head. It lands, and Jonathan staggers as the piece of metal buries itself in the side of his face destroying his eye and embedding itself within his very skull.
Jonathan just slowly looks forward, his body screaming in pain as he lets loose a small laugh. The three strange-looking people pause at this laugh, waiting for Jonathan to fall.
Yet he refuses to. He smiles at them as he hisses, "Where is Timot? Where!" He shouts, and when both women reach for the guns on their hips-
Rolling. . .
56 + 10
53 + 10
Jonathan is quicker and blows both their heads off their shoulders as he aims at the fat man and shoots him in the knee. The Blood pours down Jonathan's face as he snarls, "Where are your captives!"
-60 HP
+5 Corruption
"U-Understand everything we do is for the Arch-Angel, and God of fear and Hunger please. . .please spare us," The chef blubbers as Jonathan rips the Butcher's cleavers from his face and keeps walking.
Jonathan takes the ammo and guns from the two dead. Finally, he heads into the next room, glancing at the small makeshift kitchen in the corner of the room before turning his gaze to the center of the room.
At the center of the room, an angelic statue stood. Multiple heads were nailed to the figure, the rest of their bodies a shredded mess of meat and bone, which sat at the statue's base. Before it, a woman with dyed white hair stood.
She slowly turns, raising an eyebrow. Her gaze moved to the wound on Jonathan's face. Jonathan's eyes roam the statue, soon settling upon the severed head of the one whom he searched for.
Both of his eyes squeezed shut as the tears began, "It's not prudent to be distracted."
"Why," Jonathan hissed through clenched teeth as he opened his eye. His gaze settled on the Amulet on the Sister of Battle's chest. Something about the purple gem sitting in the gold chain was calling to him.
Rolling. . .53 + 10
Successful
He brushes it off to focus on the rage inside him to listen to the whispers of the Amulet. His hand clenching his gun tightly as he snarls at the woman in a rage, demanding, "Answer me!"
"Why? Because Boy, the Enemies of Mankind do such horrific acts to weaker horrors for just crumbs of power. Because I have seen Horrors beyond your imagining. I have been enlightened about the power of pain. We revere the Arch-Angel Sangiunus with these offers of Blood and flesh," She pauses, realizing the boy was unaffected by the Amulet she wore.
"This is heresy," Jonathan mutters staring at the blood and bone at the base of the statue and the bloody handprints covering the floor. He tries to brush that from his mind.
"This is the future for Mankind, boy. It is a shame you are so pig-headed," The woman darts forward unnaturally fast, pulling an actual ceremonial sword from her hip. She swings-
HAIRLINE TRIGGER ACTIVATED: 85 + 15
The woman gasps in shock as Jonathan uses the Butcher's blade to parry the strike and stab at her. The edge lands on her shoulder, and the woman steps back. The Amulet on her chest glowed brighter, as Jonathan just spits on her face and jumps back to help further the distance.
Rolling. . .42 + 15
Jonathan narrowly remains on the defensive, blocking another strike as he takes a few steps back. Panting in exhaustion, Blood stained his uniform as the woman smiled wickedly at him, "You are truly skilled. Come, join me, child, and I will show you the power of our God."
Rolling. . .2
+10 Corruption
-10 Willpower
Whispers fill Jonathan's head as his eyes widen, "You do not follow an Angel of the Emperor. Only something which parades itself as one. I will send you and it to the Hells where all traitors burn!"
"You're barely standing. How do you intend to kill me?"
"With hate," He spits out as he darts forward, firing his pistol at the woman. She rolls to the side and launches herself ahead, closing the distance far too fast for any average person.
Rolling. . .82 + 15
Jonathan steps back and slams her blade downward with the flat of the Butcher's blade before elbowing her in the face. Saving his breath as he quickly transfers into a harsh kick to the woman's stomach.
The woman just smiles at the pain grabbing his leg and pulling him forward, allowing her to headbutt him. The woman was older and more experienced, and it showed.
-10 HP
Rolling . . .23
Rolling. . .2
Jonathan aims the gun at her, but she grabs his wrist and bends it to the side. She quickly steps back, taking the gun from Jonathan, and unloads three shots into his chest before it clicks empty.
-60 HP
Rolling. . .95 + 15
LUCK ACTIVATED.
The woman pauses at the fact that the boy still stands. Blood poured from his face and chest. His legs shake as he snarls, "You killed him. I said I was going to kill you for that."
Jonathan darts forward, Blood pouring down his chest as he swings his blade. It catches her Amulet cutting the gold and letting the gem clatter to the floor. She, howls in rage at this trying to catch the amulet in mid air but her speed fading the moment it began to fall.
The gem cracks, and a howl fills the room, making Jonathan sick with its very foul presence.
Rolling. . 38
-10 Willpower.
+5 Corruption
98 + 15
The woman desperately reaches for the Amulet, but Jonathan swings at her arm, cutting it off from the elbow down. The woman screams, her seeming immunity to pain now gone as Jonathan pushes onward with all his strength. The woman grabs her blade-
Both of them charge at the other. All or nothing in this single moment. Should they fail, neither have the energy or endurance to go beyond this attack!
85 + 15
Jonathan uses the combat knife in one hand and the Buthcer's blade in the other. He evades the woman's blade with the flat of the Butcher's blade before slamming the combat knife into her stomach. The woman gasps as she screams, "W-Wait! I can show you the God of Hunger and fear themselves! Tangible proof of the Arch-Angel-"
"Shut the fuck up," Jonathan whispers as he begins stabbing her. The blade was ripped from her stomach. He does not stop stabbing her. Even as he begins to cry and sob, he does not stop stabbing her.
The rage and pain were apparent, driving him onwards as he finally came to a stop. He was panting as he sat on the cooling corpse beneath him. Half his face was a mixture of Blood and tears, and the other a bloodied mess with a destroyed eye.
He stumbles, slowly rising as he turns to the cracked Amulet sitting on the floor.
[] Take the Amulet.
[] Destroy it.
STATS
HP: 10/165
Level: 2
EXP: 0/20
FOCUS/EMOTION: NON-APPLICABLE
PSYKER POTENTIAL: NON APPLICABLE
WILLPOWER: 80
TRUST OF THE SYSTEM: 5
FEAR OF THE SYSTEM: 0
FAITH: 55
CORRUPTION: 25
S: 6
P: 7
E: 7
C: 4
I: 6
A: 5
L: 6 (8)
SKILLS-
LEADERSHIP: 7
Tactics: 35
Inspiration: 40
Intimidation: 20
MARTIAL: 7
Sword-Play: 50
Mace Play: 25
Axe Play: 25
INTRIGUE: 6
35 Investigation
35 Paranoia
DIPLOMACY: 7
45 Socializing
LEARNING: 3
GOVERNING: 3
50 Paperwork
PERKS-
Lucky: Gain +2 to Luck
Hairline Trigger- Whenever you are attacked in melee, gain a chance to parry instantly if you have a melee weapon. This applies to ambushes as well.
EQUIPMENT-
Practice Sword-
Serrated Knife
Jacket
Damage: 25
WEALTH-
PRESTIGE-
TITLES-
QUEST:
-Something Sinister Lurks
-Discover the source of this strange feeling. Something sinister lurks in the soil here. Pursue three clues to help figure out what is hiding here.
Clue 1 Obtained. Abbot and Mad Student
CLUE 2 OBTAINED. Cult of the God of Hunger and Fear
Rewards:
+5 EXP
Perk: Inquistive: Gain a +10 for spotting Backstabbers or Traitors. Alongside this, gain a +1 for perception and +10 for Investigation.
Gain +20 Corruption or +10 Faith
Quest: To be the very best that ever was!
Jonathan must score above 75 in five of these seven classes when getting a chance to test.
-Combat Proficiency
-Tactics
-Paperwork
-Interrogation and Interigated Class
-Cultural Sensitivity
-Theology
-Psychology
Reward:
+ 5 Exp
Title: Elite Candidate! The Schola has noticed your efforts, and you have been nominated to compete for the upper rankings within the Imperium.
+10 to Ballistic Skills
+2 to Martial Skills.
.
HP: 10/165
Level: 2
EXP: 0/20
FOCUS/EMOTION: NON-APPLICABLE
PSYKER POTENTIAL: NON APPLICABLE
WILLPOWER: 80
TRUST OF THE SYSTEM: 5
FEAR OF THE SYSTEM: 0
FAITH: 55
CORRUPTION: 25
S: 6
P: 7
E: 7
C: 4
I: 6
A: 5
L: 6 (8)
SKILLS-
LEADERSHIP: 7
Tactics: 35
Inspiration: 40
Intimidation: 20
MARTIAL: 7
Sword-Play: 50
Mace Play: 25
Axe Play: 25
INTRIGUE: 6
35 Investigation
35 Paranoia
DIPLOMACY: 7
45 Socializing
LEARNING: 3
GOVERNING: 3
50 Paperwork
PERKS-
Lucky: Gain +2 to Luck
Hairline Trigger- Whenever you are attacked in melee, gain a chance to parry instantly if you have a melee weapon. This applies to ambushes as well.
EQUIPMENT-
Practice Sword-
Serrated Knife
Jacket
Damage: 25
WEALTH-
PRESTIGE-
TITLES-
QUEST:
-Something Sinister Lurks
-Discover the source of this strange feeling. Something sinister lurks in the soil here. Pursue three clues to help figure out what is hiding here.
Clue 1 Obtained. Abbot and Mad Student
CLUE 2 OBTAINED. Cult of the God of Hunger and Fear
Rewards:
+5 EXP
Perk: Inquistive: Gain a +10 for spotting Backstabbers or Traitors. Alongside this, gain a +1 for perception and +10 for Investigation.
Gain +20 Corruption or +10 Faith
Quest: To be the very best that ever was!
Jonathan must score above 75 in five of these seven classes when getting a chance to test.
-Combat Proficiency
-Tactics
-Paperwork
-Interrogation and Interigated Class
-Cultural Sensitivity
-Theology
-Psychology
Reward:
+ 5 Exp
Title: Elite Candidate! The Schola has noticed your efforts, and you have been nominated to compete for the upper rankings within the Imperium.
+10 to Ballistic Skills
+2 to Martial Skills.
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[] Sad
[] Destroy It ("I don't need Such thing, such symbol of lies, covered in innocents blood")
[] Destroy It ("I don't need Such thing, such symbol of lies, covered in innocents blood")
[X] Sad
[X] Destroy It ("I don't need Such thing, such symbol of lies, covered in innocents blood")
[X] Destroy It ("I don't need Such thing, such symbol of lies, covered in innocents blood")
- Location
- Centro Italia
[X] Angry
[X] Destroy It ("I don't need Such thing, such symbol of lies, covered in innocents blood")
[X] Destroy It ("I don't need Such thing, such symbol of lies, covered in innocents blood")
[X] Angry
[X] Destroy It ("I don't need Such thing, such symbol of lies, covered in innocents blood")
[X] Destroy It ("I don't need Such thing, such symbol of lies, covered in innocents blood")
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Don't double vote, only one vote per person. You end up confusing the machine if you do that
Sorry Mister.
I thought it would be funny, these lunatics were doing horrible things for a false angel. Believing his lies. (Sorry for the Bad English too).
I thought it would be funny, these lunatics were doing horrible things for a false angel. Believing his lies. (Sorry for the Bad English too).
This means "[] Destroy It ("I don't need Such thing, such symbol of lies, covered in innocents blood")" is valid, right?
Im loving what you did it gets everyone hyped and shows me you all are communicating. Keep up the good work chief.
Ita
Yes. Destroy it such symbols of lies counts for the normal iteration of it
