/tg/ - Traditional Games

The party has returned to their Looted Krooza. High above the Ecclesiarchy world of Abyssius Monasturius, they all recount the fight with the Ambulls and Battroids, and their new...unique crewman, the Battroid named Boldo. While in the various sections of the ship, the shipwide voxcaster goes off.

"Oy, boss! Da Skanna Jamma's beepin' again!" yells Uzgob.
"Wots it sayin'? 'urry up! I'm buzy!" yells Grakgut in the Painbay.
"Put it on da big screen!" declares Kroz.

Uzgob links it to the big screen and the shipwide voxcasters.

"Help! I require help!" yells a pudgy human male.
"Da 'umies need 'elp again!"
"I am the administrator of Mining Site 0298!" he yells, "The men are in revolt! Please, I don't know how much longer we can hold out!" yells the pudgy dude as the signal cuts out.
"Course deyre revolting...good pair of 'airsquigs is wot dey need." says Wurrza.
"Oi. Dat Mining oh sumtin sumtin eightz sez is boyz iz trouble? How'z dat a gud foight?"
"Alwayz a gud chance ta get stuck in!" notes Grakgut.
"Minin' is when oomies go searchin' for flash bitz in da ground. Good fightan' good lootan." adds Wurrza.
"... Wot. BITZ?" says Kroz.
"Bitz. Like good or dem silver bitz wot they use to give their bosses, or what dem badmoon boyz love. I sez we get some as payment, sound roight and proppa?" asks Wurrza.
"Deze 'umies ain't exzactly da sharpest gits," Uzgob says, "Dey probably left sumfin' out."
"welp, gud'nuff." sighs Kroz as he hits the Warp Drive, "ITZ SPACE TIME!"

>>16523671
>mercyboy
>mercy
wat da zog?

The trip through the Warp is relatively quiet. However, sensors occasionaly jump at seeming nothing. The sensor claims ships are out there, but visual confirmation shows nothing. Kroz spends his time with the gunnery boyz shooting at ghosts

"Dere ain't zog out dere, boss!" yells one of the gunnery boyz.
"DEYZ SNEAKIER DEN YOU, YA BLIND GITZ! JUST SHOOTS WHERE IZ TELLZ YA!" Kroz replies.

The rest of the party heads to the holds with the rest of da boyz and enjoys the roast ambull, the boyz fightin' each other, and the light show from gunnery. Boldo is down there as well, tackling a small piece of ambull that fell on the ground.

>>16523698

Last time it was (What do you call a Fellowship Based Ork). I think he's going with Mercenary.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=N2AgGtbazDw

Meanwhile in the Painbay, Grakgut has his grot manservant Thaddius GrakkaGrak seek out an ork with a large chest. After about a day, Thaddius brings one in.
"Oiright boy! You like dakka?" asks Grakgut.
"Yeah, boss!" the boy replies.
"Den I'll git you all da dakka you kan carry! Lay down 'ere." says Grakgut.
Grakgut knocks the boy out, then looks inside his box of random body parts and finds two arms He attempts to attach the extra two arms to the boy. Passing Medicae by a decent amount, and with a little bit of glue and even a bit of tape later, the boy wakes up.
"Oy, wot da...wot...woa..." says the boy as he comes to.
"'ow ya feelin', boy?" asks Grakgut.
The boy flexes his four arms. The two new ones flex slightly slower."Bigga." says the boy.
"Gonna need ta work dos arms a bit first. Go punch a few grots. Dokta's ordahs." says Grakgut.
"...Roight, boss." says the boy as he walks out, working on his new balance.

After about another day, the Looted Krooza exits the warp. The players find themselves over a rocky, barren landscape.
"'s always a desert, aint it? Can't eva have a nice beach..." sighs Grisbane.
Passive augurs pick up a large mining complex near the equator.
"Dats da spot." says Kroz.
"Shuld we 'it it wit all our dakka?" asks Grakgut.
"Naw. We sez weez coming ta 'elp, 'n get paid twice!" states Kroz.
"Gud idear." notes Grakgut.

The voxcasters activate.
"DIS IS DA IMPERHUL VESHEL DA LOOTED KROOZA OF DA DEFFWOTCH! WHERE'S DA FOIGHT!"
The frazzled fat fuck from earlier now appears on the screen. "Space Marines!? They sent a team..." he sighs in relief, "Please, come to the main complex. I will meet you personally and we can discuss the situation."
"Oi. Whys dis 'umie so squishy lookin'?" asks Grakgut.
"Dat one's rounder den a squig." adds Kroz.
"The fighting's calmed down, but I feel you all are best suited for dealing with the heresy that's cropped up!" he says.
"DISPLAY DEM LANDING LOCATION 'N WEEZ GETS OUR BOMMAZ TO YOUZE!" replies Kroz.
The cogitator beeps. This time a landing pad is highlighted outside the main complex. The players identify it as the overseer's office.

"We'z goin' boyz, strap in!" yells Kroz.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=8jHZ0Jk-mmg

"All nobz Report in!" says Kroz.
The players all board the fighta bomma. The rest of the boyz head to the Rokk Podz. During last minute flight checks, the Servosquig heads into the cockpit, and Boldo makes his way into the bomma as well.

'Ere we go. 'Ere we go." yells Wurrza.

The Last Danca is shot out of the bay. Out the windows, you can see dozens of Rok Podz flying in every direction. Most of them are heading near the complex. Some...will take a little longer.
"'OLD ON DERE A MINUTES 'UMIES! WE'Z COMMIN! WAAAGH!" yells the party.

Upon landing and disembarking, the fatass administrator appears, being held on a dais by a number of Servitors, and an honor guard.

"My lords, we are incredibly thankful you could make it!" he goes.
"Ugh. Dat 'umies makin' me sick lookin' at 'im..." whispers Grakgut.
"You'ze gots some 'splainin ta do. HAIR A SEE iz very bad" says Kroz.
"HERESY GROWS FROM MUCKIN' ABOU- IDLENESS." adds Grakgut.
"I...of course, my lord! I can explain more inside." says the guy.

Wurrza Mind-probes the guy on the downlow. He doesn't get much other than surface fears, his fear of heresy, and his fear of losing his job now. He scratches his head, as if he feels Wurrza pokin' about his mind.

"Describe dis git." says Grisbane.
"He railed against worship of the God Emperor! I of course had my men attempt to arrest him, but the miners went ballistic and attacked!" says the Administrator.
"Yep. Dis is 'eresy." states Grakgut.
"'eresy indeed." adds 'Eadmangla.
"He appeared after our sensors picked up strange ghost readings. Something huge sized, but we couldn't find anything." says the Administrator.
"... DAT SOUNDS LIKE DA SHIP IN DA WARP!" yells Kroz.
"My lords, I believe this heretic to still be among the men. Please, I implore you, root it out!" the administrator points to the main strip mining complex.
"WE'ZE GONNA FIND DIS 'ERESY. AND KRUMP IT." declares Grakgut.
"...Thank you, Space Marines!" he cries."
"But first...I need ta inqwire 'bout ya status..." says Grakgut.
"...my lord?" asks the administrator.
"I suggest ya take ta some exercise, Dok's Ordaz." says Grakgut.
"Uh...of course, my lord, I apologize." His servitors move his dais like he is attempting to bow.
"Indeed. Ya should begin wif a mild jog. NOW." glares Grakgut.
"I can only hope they did not get into the Armory..." he mutters as he struggles to get up off the dais.
"BATTOL BRUTHAS. LET US ALL JOG BEHIND DIS GIT!" says Kroz.
"Yeah! Jog!" says Grisbane.

The administrator is clearly working up a sweat every step he takes. A single tear rolls down his cheek as he remembers that the main complex is about a kilometer away. The players barely break a sweat as they keep up with the fatass administrator. By the time he gets to the gate, he looks like he had like 30 heart attacks. A quick medicae reveals his heart seems like its about to explode, but he'll be fine.

Entering the complex, it seems relatively empty for now. The Kill Team picks out the Armory relatively easily, however. It seems to have a security door on it. However, liberal application of Power Klaw fixes that problem. The door falls down, and the kill team enters. It looks like it's been mostly emptied. However, in a corner, the players hear a voice.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=T9l_XYNYczI

"Got something that might interest ya, heh heh heh..."
"YOUZE." exclaims Kroz, incredulous.
"I get around, stranger..." says the Merchant.

This session consisted of bad luck for acquisitions, but 'Eadmangla did manage to score a Pulse Rifle.
"Now dis is a gun!" says 'Eadmangla.
"I'll be seein' ya, stranger..." the Merchant says as he walks through a nearby door, and it closes behind him.

Leaving the Armory, the players begin to see miners congregate outside. They look quizzical, but not outwardly heretical.
"Space Marines?" one asks. "It was only a matter of time, I suppose. I assume the Administrator sent you?"
"Da git wot needz ta jog more?" asks Grakgut.
"Dat git wuz round..." adds Kroz.
"...yes. Him." The miner thinks a moment. " I suppose it depends on your definition of heresy. We don't need the God Emperor anymore. We don't need the false gods of Chaos either. We don't need much of anything."
"Why don't ya need da God Empra? 'Ez ya Warboss!" says Grakgut.
"Mr. Garo explained everything to us." the miner said, "He said to not worry about anyone who calls themselves a God. Not the Emperor, not Chaos, not anything."
"Da Empera sits on his throne every day keeping da forces of kayos at bay, an' ya dont revere him?" asks 'Eadmangla.
"Dat'z 'ow ya know 'ez da boss! Now show us to dat Garo!" says Kroz.

The miner opens the doors to the Chapel. The outside seems slightly defaced, with all symbols of the Ecclesiarchy removed. "He is in here. I cannot accompany you. Mr. Garo must see you all without us." says the miner, stepping back.

"Dis seems like a trap..." says 'Eadmangla as the Kill Team walks in.
"OI. GARO. YOUZE GUNNA SPRING YER SNEAKY ON'US YET?" yells Kroz.

Within the shrine, the Kill Team notices that it's quite dark, yet spacious. It definitely seems larger on the inside, yet it's simply an illusion. An awareness test reveals two things - a projector mounted in the ceiling, and a human in a tailored black suit and a white vest, a pair of scabbards on his belt and sipping some tea.

"Space Marines." the man says, "How nice to see you."

Kroz shoots the projector, causing the man to flash in static for a moment.
>At this point, Wazgor, Grisbane, and 'Eadmangla needed to leave for the night. All had important business.

"I am Richard Garo." the person says, as he suddenly statics, "and I am simply here to enlighten these miners, and you, potentially."
"Enlighten? Den why's it so dark in 'ere?" asks Wurrza.
"I can free your mind from all your false gods." the hologram states.
"FALSE GODS? THE ONLY FALSE GIT 'ERE IS YOU." declares Grakgut.
"I see." says the hologram of Garo. "I was hoping to have an enlightening conversation, but it seems such things are beyond you." he says.
Garo turns around.
"A pity. I think I shall have the Lectors explain things further..." Garo says as the hologram winks out.

The Kill Team (Kroz, Grakgut, and Wurrza are left), hear something surrounding them, like gears and grinding. The projector starts twitching.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=r9csOHcADWQ

What looked like a projector rips itself out of the ceiling, and now makes itself known as a massive bipedal machine, an angled boxlike construction of metal above two digitigrade legs. It barks in a bestial way, as another machine just like it slams through the wall to the right, and another drops from the rear ceiling. Wurrza once again attempts psynicience, and barely makes it. Something's wrong with these machines. He's not sure what, but there's definitely something odd about them. They don't FEEL right. Hell, they don't feel like MACHINES. There's something in those chassis, something unnatural.

The Lectors open up by two of them leaping at the wall and walking across it flawlessly. From hidden compartments, built-in plasma blasters begin laying suppressive fire for the third to reach the altar and take up high ground. While Wurrza lights them up with his Burna, and Kroz unloads with his Snazzgun, Grakgut charges one, and gets an exploding Orky Fury for upwards of 53 Pen 10. He slams into the one on the altar, and rips into it. It explodes, but as it explodes it seems to burn in Warpfire. The players hear an angry bellowing come from it, as the pieces are sucked...somewhere.

"Dem Spiky Gits!" yells Grakgut.
"Zog..." sighs Kroz.

At the death of the first Lector, the other two turn to each other and bark at each other in their strange code. This time one slowly approaches while the other flanks. Wurrza tries to toss a nearby grot into the barrel of its gun, but misses, sending the grot flying...or it would had one of the Lectors not have produced a prehensile grapnel cord and grabbed the grot out of the air. The Lectors study the grot for the briefest of moments before tossing it aside. Grakgut once again charges, but this time the Lector is ready. It takes the blow, and survives.

"Finally, a gud foight!" yells Grakgut.

The Lector that flanked, who is on fire, hits Grakgut with the grapnel, and drags Grakgut towards it. It reveals a rather nasty plasma cutting laser in melee, and begins cutting at Gragkut. The second Lector then leaps back on the wall. Kroz continues to pummel the second Lector, catching fire in the process, while Wurrza bathes the other one in flame. As Grakkar punches out the second Lector, it rips itself apart in warpfire similar to the first. The final Lector leaps at Wurrza, but Kroz shoots it out of the air.

The projector activates once more.

"Regrettable." says the hologram of Garo, " Although my rival, you were spectacular. I shall take my bow by opening my heart and revealing my wisdom."
The hologram of Garo walks around a moment.
"You fight things you would not believe," he goes, "Principles, Ideas, Things the galaxy has not seen in ages."
Garo turns to the players.
"The Doubter watches your efforts as he re-awakens into a galaxy of turmoil."
Garo looks up.
"Belief or disbelief rests with you..." the hologram says as it flickers out. The last Lector finally explodes, its components dragged into the Warp.
"OI! YOUZE FINGS RUNNIN AWAY AIN'T ROIGHT OR PROPPA! DA EMPRUH ALWAYS SEZ, A KNIFE KEN ONLY BRING HAPPINESS WHEN CHOPPIN!" screams Kroz angrily.
"Guess we gotsta go and find da 'umie" says Grakgut.

Leaving the chapel and stepping outside, the miners are all staring at the Kill Team. Most of them, anyway. Boldo is continually tackling one.
"Skooire Boldo! youze gots ta suck da face!" yells Kroz.
Boldo chirps.
"We'ze seen da true face of 'eresy, an' itz name'z Richard Garo." states Grakgut.
"If that is what you believe, Space Marine..." one of the miners says.
"'eresy sneaks about in false guizes." says Wurrza.
"If Gods ain't for ya, why don't ya try da saintz? Gitz wot dun great fings for dere beliefs! Like...uh..Like Gorkus, da Saint of Brutal Kunnin', an' Morkus, da

Saint of Kunnin' Brutal?" says Grakgut.
"Yeah! Instead of 'OH PLEASE 'ELP US WEEZE SQUISHY 'UMIES OH EMPRUH,' you'ze go 'IZ GONNA BE LIKE YER 'MUCH AS I'Z KEN BE!" adds Kroz.
"Gorkus and Morkus..." one miner says, "I can get behind that!""
"Yeah! Same!" another says.
Only Grakgut passes awareness to notice a line of carboard boxes slinking away, piled high with flash gubbinz.

At this point, 'Eadmangla returns. Apparently, his ride took a...detour.

The players return to the Administrator.
(Hey, is his name really Fatass?) asks Grakgut.
>I never really bothered to name him.
(Blobert Smith?) poses Wurrza.
(Cankleton?) asks Grakgut.
>Blobert F. Cankleton it is.

"Your boyz are back ta normal!" declares Grakgut.
"Oh, I, My word, I..." Blobert starts breathing heavily, "Thank you so much, my lords!"
"But now onto anuvva issue. Yer 'ealth. You'ze gonna jog wif us back to da bomma, and den you'ze gonna jog back to ya office. You'ze gonna do dis EVERY DAY.

Doktah's ordahs." states Grakgut.
"...of course, my Lord..." Blobert says as he is almost about to cry.
"I'z gunna be 'ard..." starts Kroz.
"But you'ze gonna be a betta Blobert!" finishes Wurrza.

Everyone, despite their wounds keeps up a healthy jog as Cankleton struggles to keep pace.
"Oi, Battle Brutha 'Eadmangla, ya seem troubled." says Kroz.
"I dun trust dat fing, is all." says 'Eadmangla, pointing at Boldo.

Reaching the Administrator Complex, Cankleton stumbles into his office. The Bomma is still there on the landing pad.
"Say," Wurrza says to the rest. "We'ze gonna want to check da miners' spiritual 'ealth too."

At this point I remember that Grakgut is still on fire. A quick stop drop roll fixes it though.

"Gud idear! What shuld we do den?" asks Grakgut.
"Send some Chaplain boyz down!" says Kroz.

The Kill Team head back to their ship, waiting in orbit. While unloading, Pliskin appears, and gives the loot loadout.

+3 PROFIT FACTOR, +750 XP

As a few boyz hop into a Rok Pod and head down to act as Chaplains to the miners and Personal Trainers to Blobert, we called the session there.

>>16523878

...enemies that use actual TACTICS? Dear god.

>>16523931

I must say, I enjoyed running the Lectors. They are Daemons that embody logic and sense to defeat their enemies.

And trust me, this isn't the last they've seen of Garo or the Lector Daemons.

No, there's even worse stuff out there.

>>16523931

Enemies that think would completely decimate my players, no contest.

>>16523993

Get better players?

>>16523961

>MFW someone uses a pic I did what must be years ago and I had completely forgotten

>>16523870

I'm getting a mental image of a cross between chicken walker, metal gear, and a Madcat.

Are there different rules to this, or are you just renaming Deathwatch classes? Because it's pretty damn awesome.

>>16524050

Funnily enough, that's what I was going for with the Lectors.

>>16524051

Rogue Trader, everyone rolled up Orkz. They are kustomizing themselves as they see fit, partly through elite advances, but I did make some changes to character generation.

>>16523870
>>16523878

Can you post these stats? I want to make my players fight some. They sound awesome.

>>16524139

This is the stat block I used. It's still undergoing revision. Right now, Three Lectors beat the shit out of three Ork players (Armor 8, TB 8, Power Klaw, Snazzgun, Burna) before going down, which I see as a decent matchup. I believe it was the tactical maneuvering (and not standing around herping and derping) that made a huge difference.

>>16524208
How so? I don't seem to remember any bonuses for flanking.

>>16524246

I don't mean Flanking +20 WS, I mean one Lector stayed forward while the other went around to the side, so the players would be caught between the two of them and dragged where needed.

Having missed the last few threads, has anyone noticed that the players are orks/gotten suspicious?

>>16524362

Nope. Not yet, at least.

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