_-DnD3-5--SR 5e--DW-_ Va'Shen

40K RP Dark Heresy

• =][= Brander-Priest Amicus

  • Homeworld: Nocturne (Imperial)
  • Weapon Skill (WS): 23
  • Ballistic Skill (BS): 29
  • Strength (S): 24 (2)
  • Toughness (T): 31 (3)
  • Agility (Ag): 25 (2)
  • Intelligence (Int): 35 (3)
  • Perception (Per): 22 (2)
  • Willpower (Wp): 48 (4) {37 rolled}
  • Fellowship (Fel): 37 (3) {32 rolled}
  • ♦♦♦♦♦♦♦♦♦: ♦♦♦♦♦♦♦♦♦
  • Build: Svelte (1,85m/70kg)
  • Age: 48
  • Skin: Black
  • Hair: None
  • Eyes: Green
  • Quirk: Aquila Tattoo (and XVIII Legion Brandings)
  • Divination: In the darkness, follow the light of Terra (+3 Wp)
  • Personality: Fixed
  • Hatred: Xenos (especially the pointy ears)
  • Desire: To find his Master (a Salamander Librarian missing since M36)
  • Sacrifice: The safety of the fortress monastery of Prometheus
  • ♦♦♦♦♦♦♦♦♦♦♦♦♦♦♦♦♦♦: ♦♦♦♦♦♦♦♦♦♦♦♦♦♦♦♦♦♦
  • Total Wounds: 12
  • Total Fate: 3
  • Total Wealth: 16 (27-10-2016)
  • Corruption Points: -
  • Insanity Points: 3
  • Degree of Corruption: -
  • Degree of Insanity: -
  • Malignancies: -
  • Disorders: -
  • Half/Full/Charge/Run: 2/4/6/12
  • Critical Damage: -
  • Fatigue: -
  • Total XP: 2200
  • Spent XP: 2200
  • Monthly Income: 220

• Starting Values

  1: Homeworld (Imperial)

  Blessed Ignorance	-5 on Forbidden Lore Tests
  Hagiography (basic skills)	Comm. Lore (Imperial Creed; Imperium; War)
  Liturgical Familiarity	Speak Language (High Gothic)
  Superior Origins	Willpower +3

  2: Career (Cleric)

  (S) Speak Language (Int)	Low Gothic
  (S) Common Lore (Int)	Imperial Creed
  (S) Literacy (Int)	-
  (S) Trade (Int)	Copyist
  (S) Trade (Int)	Cook
  (T) Melee Weapon Training	Primitive
  (T) Pistol Training	SP
  (T) Basic Weapon Training	Primitive
  STARTING THRONE GELT	316
  STARTING WOUNDS (d5+8)	12
  STARTING FATE	3

• Advancements

  Cleric Rank 1 (0-499)

  (S) Inquiry	100	(S) Common Lore (Ecclesiarchy)	100	(T) Resistance (Heat)	100
  (T) Pistol Training (Las)	100	(S) Awareness	100

  Cleric Rank 2 (500-999)

  (T) Die Hard	100	(A) Wilpower +5 (1)	100	(T) Rapid Reload	200
  (S) Barter	100

  Cleric Rank 3 (1K-1.999)

  (S) Dodge	100	(S) Inquiry +10	100	(S) Scholastic Lore (Legend)	100
  (T) Sprint	100	(A) Fellowship +5 (1)	100	r2 (S) Ciphers (Acolyte)	200
  (S) Charm	100	(S) Awareness +10	100	r2 (T) Peer: Ecclesiarchy	100

  Cleric Rank 4 (2K-2.999)

  (S) Barter +10

  100

  (T) B. Weapon Training (Flame)

  100

• Skills

  Basic Skills

  Awareness (Per)	+10	Barter (Fel)	+10	Carouse (T)	=
  Charm (Fel)	Trained	Concealment (Ag)	=	Contortionist (Ag)	=
  Deceive (Fel)	=	Disguise (Fel)	=	Dodge (Ag)	Trained
  Evaluate (Int)	=	Gamble (Int)	=	Inquiry (Int)	+10
  Intimidate (S)	=	Logic (Int)	=	Climb (S)	=
  Scrutiny (Per)	=	Search (Per)	=	Silent Move (Ag)	=
  Swim (S)	=

  Advanced Skills

  Literacy (Int)	Trained	Speak Language (Low Gothic)	Trained	Speak Language (High Gothic)	Trained
  C. Lore (Imperial Creed)(Int)	Trained	C. Lore (Imperium)(Int)	Trained	C. Lore (War)(Int)	Trained
  Trade (Copyist)(Int)	Trained	Trade (Cook)(Int)	Trained	C. Lore (Ecclesiarchy)(Int)	Trained
  S. Lore (Legend)(Int)	Trained	Ciphers (Acolyte)	Trained

• Talents

  Melee Weapon Training (Prim)	Proficient with Primitive Melee Weapons
  Pistol Training (SP)	Proficient with Solid Projectile Pistols
  Basic Weapon Training (Prim)	Proficient with Primitive Ranged Weapons
  Resistance (Heat)	+10 on Resistance Tests
  Pistol Training (Las)	Proficient with Las Pistols
  Die Hard	Reroll Blood Loss result
  Rapid Reload	Halve all reload times.
  Sprint	Double Run distance for 1 round. Dont use twice in a row!
  Peer (ecclesiarchy)	+10 Fellowship when interacting.
  B. Weapon Training (Flame)	Enemy no longer gets +20 on Agility to dodge flames.

• Equipment

  ↕STARTING GEAR↕

  ==WEAPONS==

  =Laspistol=

  Class	Pistol	Range	30m	RoF	S/-/-
  Damage	1d10+2 (E)	Pen	0	Clip	30
  Reload	Full	Special	Reliable	Weight	1,5 kg
  Cost	50	Availability	Common	QUALITY	Common

  =Sword=

  Class	1h Melee	Range	-	Damage	1d10 (R)
  Pen	0	Special	Balanced	Special	Primitive
  Weight	3 kg	Cost	15	Availability	Common
  QUALITY	Common

  ==AMMO==

  =Charge Pack (pistol)= x2

  Used with

  Laspistol

  Cost/Amount

  10/full clip

  Availability

  Common

  ==ARMOUR==

  =Flak Jacket=

  Locations	Arms, Body, Legs	AP	3	Weight	6 kg
  Cost	100	Availability	Average	QUALITY	Common

  =Flak Helmet=

  Locations	Head	AP	2	Weight	2 kg
  Cost	25	Availability	Average	QUALITY	Common

  ==GEAR==

  =Backpack=

  Weight	1kg	Cost	10	Availability	Plentiful
  Purpose	50kg carry capacity

  =Charm=

  Weight	-	Cost	Var	Availability	Average
  Purpose	GM discretion	Note	2 Charms. 1: (hidden, gift) Salamander scale. 2: Ecclesiarchal Symbol necklace	Location	#1 Hidden. #2 Under clothing.

  =Clothing=

  Weight	-	Cost	Var (Decent clothing)	Availability	Abundant
  Purpose	Clothing	Note	1 set of commoner garb, 1 more formal suit, both with hidden stitch marks XVIII

  =Chrono=

  Weight	-	Cost	40	Availability	Abundant
  Purpose	To tell the time

  ↕ACQUIRED GEAR↕

  =W=Flamer=W=

  Class	Basic	Range	20m	RoF	S/-/-
  Damage	1d10+4 (E)	Pen	3	Clip	3
  Reload	2 Full	Special	Flame	Special	Unreliable
  Weight	Scarce	Cost	150	Availability	Scarce
  QUALITY	Poor

  =A=(Flamer) Fuel=A= x5

  Used with	Flamer	Cost	10/Full Clip	Availability	Scarce
  Weight	1 Kg

  =W=Chainsword=W=

  Class	1h Mellee (Chain)	Range	-	Damage	1d10+2 (R)
  Pen	2	Special	Balanced	Special	Tearing
  Weight	6 Kg	Cost	- Dropped (275)	Availability	- Dropped (Rare)
  QUALITY	Common

  =E=Other Equipment=E=

  Candle x4

  Cost: -

  Microbead

  Cost: 20

• Background

  The following is written by the Brander-Priest himself.
  
  My name is Amicus. I was not born with that name, but it was given to me when my father passed. With his passing, he passed on his duty to me and with it his name. I hail from Nocturne and serve the noble Astartes of the Salamanders Chapter, serving Codicier Va'Shen in particular, but my Master is missing in action.
  It is a difficult task, but life is not supposed to be easy. I have endured the Time of Trials twice. My task is made hard by the fact that my Master has been missing. My father, his father before him, his father before him and so on have all attended to my Master's quarter without every having the honour of laying eyes upon the one we serve.
  Like those that have carried my name before me, I have attempted to further educate myself. As the quarters and equipment of my Master that are here in his absense are limitted to what I can perform in maintenance, I, like those before me, have tried to read and comprehend the journals of my Master. From what I can tell is that he has lived long. Incredibly long. For me, for everyone on Nocturne actually, seeing the Time of Trials through three times is considered a long life... But my Master...
  I'd rather not, but I have to put my thoughts on paper, so my son who will follow up on my duties may pick up where I left off. Here is what I have learned so far:
  - My Master has looked death in the eye on numerous occaissions and still found himself whole.
  - My Master is capable in the psychic sense.
  - My Master has been missing for more than four millennia, the last known date him being here: M36.009
  - The Salamanders used to be the XVIII Legion.
  - And this is where I start to lose grip on what has happened in the past... -
  - My Master mentions "Betrayal by those we called cousins."
  - My Master mentions something called "a Deathwatch".
  - My Master mentions something "Classified by the Ordo Xenos as Dark Eldar".
  - My Master also mentions the Inquisition...
  
  I don't think I have much time left. The radiation that we live with on Nocturne is harsh and I lack the capabilities of my Astartes overlords to resist it. I have brought two sons to this world. The elder shall take my position, the younger is currently being regarded as a potential recruit for the Chapter. It fills me with pride.
  I will use this opportunity to set out to find my Master and upon returning home breathe my last breath with my duty fulfilled, or die for the Emperor while trying.
  The Chapter has given me the permission to take my leave and set out to find him. They have given me a single scale of one of the great beasts of Mount Deathfire. It will be a reminder of my purpose and my duty.
  The Emperor Protects. Vulkan Lives. I will find my Master. The Emperor Wills It. Tomorrow, before my departure, I will ask one of my Astartes overlords to brand this quest upon my flesh, or better yet request one of the noble Astartes to oversee my son brandishing me.
  Based on my findings, I have to tread carefully though, my best lead would be the Inquisition. It's one of the last things mentioned in my Master's journal, although that mention is more than four millennia old.
  
  
  The next day, the normally silent chamber of Codicier Va'Shen is filled with a single scream of agony and a scent that has been long absent, the smell of burning flesh. In the afternoon, after midday prayers, Amicus sets out on his quest.

• Journal

  • Sepheris Secundus - Gorgonid Mines Incidents

    So... I found the Inquisition and got holed up with two other Imperial Worlders and a Hive Worlder. A Tech Priest by the name of Tribonianus Justinian, the imperial worlder Arbites named Franz Kemler and the hiver Arbites, Ishmael Rödel. I noticed Franz wears a visor at all times and Ishmael has a hacking cough. They seem like strong men and Tribonianus seems to be an intelligable person. I hope his beliefs in the Omnissiah do not clash too much with my Promethean upbringing.
    
    We WERE en route to the Inquisition's base of operations for training, but...
    
    We got rerouted to Sepheris Secundus. There had been a revolt and the Imperial Guard got called in. The Planetary Governor had lost control of the situation and after heavy fighting -of which the worst happened in the Gorgonid Mines, one of the largest mining facilities on the planet- most of the planet got pacified.
    The Gorgonid Mines however got quarantined. Rampant Mutants among the mine workers and the mysterious disappearance of a squad of Imperial Guard was enough to draw the eye of the Inquisition. And we... as new guys... were the closest to this damned cold planet.
    
    We arrived at an Imperial Guard camp a few hours away from the target area and saw it was still combat ready. Sentinels stomping around in a patrol route on this blasted cold world. Damnable cold. I am already regretting leaving Nocturne...
    
    We were first greeted by a young private by the name of Yurtz, but he got shoved aside by his sergeant who directed us to the commander of the camp.
    Commander Nihilis, a 30-something, medal-adorned, grizzled veteran with an Aquila tattoo in his neck, gave us the shortest of briefings while two of ours made a round around the camp and found a soldier chained to a bed, raving mad, screaming something about eyes and blood. Corp. Smit was his name. I am glad I need not have suffered the sight of him.
    When we regrouped and saw many prisoners (mostly miners) being holed up in a cage, we decided we needed more answers. Attempts to interrogate the prisoners were met with stern looks, but young private Yurtz did give some information.
    
    The heaviest fighting had gone down in the main corridor, there was no light and men were being pulled into side corridors. A fellow soldier that Yurtz favored for some reason, Hastus, had been grabbed too and the young private asked us to find Hastus. He gave us a description of a soldier with an Aquila tattoo on his shoulder and earrings. He had been last seen in the main corridor down in the mines.
    
    The time came to enter the mines. A large bulkhead would slowly open and I lead my group and those willing to lend an ear in a short prayer to the Emperor.
    Once inside we encountered a small office with bloodstains on the inside of the windows, but it was locked and we could not force it open. We left it.
    A hole in the floor hinted that the mines were in bad shape as we had to clamber down and got bruises and scrapes along the way.
    Further down the signs of battle got more and more obvious, blood smears being dragged away.
    We noticed a mysterious yellowish fog and something told us that this would no doubt be the source of the misery.
    We had to wade through knee high soiled water and one of ours thought he felt something slither past his legs.
    
    We came to a metal door and the stench of blood was quite fresh here.
    Our arbites opened the door and we went in. We heard smacking teeth and found a hulking mutant with a deformed Aquila tattoo on the shoulder and jewelry adorning the earlobes.
    After a firefight we dispatched of it. More mutants came and more bullets were exchanged. I noticed a small office and entered it. A cowering mine worker told us of the atrocities. From one moment onto another the area was in bedlam, bullets tearing through the air indiscriminately. He had been hiding here for weeks. I showed him mercy, gave him food and told him to stay put until we would give the all clear sign.
    
    More mutants were encountered the further we pressed in. Ishmael and Tribonianus went down further into the mine to find the source of the mist while Franz and I went to secure another corridor. We encountered a horrible sight, a room stacked with corpses, desecrated and mutilated, gnawed upon and rotting. The other room had another mutant waiting for us. A stray bullet from the arbites caught me, but I endured.
    
    Once we met up with our fellows they had been exposed to SOMETHING foul and we nearly ran as our eyes were deceived. Our eyes told us our friends had been mutated as well, but once we got rid of the obelisk and the being it was supporting, their mutations stopped, as did the mist.
    
    We went back to the surface as this was something that needed a more specialized team to further investigate this. The mine worker would need to be interrogated by that follow-up team as well.
    
    All in all, we lived and our trial by fire had ended. It is now time for our formal training.

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