/tg/ - Traditional Games

The wreckage of the Malebolge has been transferred to Krooza's launch bay. The fleet is beginning to scatter, Korst'la's battleship beating a hasty retreat from the Inquisitorial ships.
"HAHAHAHA. NO MO' GARO. NOW JUS'IZ FLEET LEFT AND WE'ZE...UH..." Kroz ponders, "LOOKIN' FER MO' FIGHTS!"

While Kroz heads down to replace bitz from the ADFS-03 Malebolge onto da Last Danca, Wazgor is organizing his quarters when he sees flickers of movement in the shadow.

"...I did promise an answer, I suppose." says old Khodexus as he steps out of the shadows.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=g2eHh4GcJMQ

"Thought you gits left ta run from the 'kwizitorz?" asks Wazgor.

"I can be exactly where I need to when I need to. But that is beside the point. The full story is far too long, so I will give the concise one."
Khodexus takes out a strange colored drink, and recounts his story.
"It was nearly 60 years ago, now. I had recently assumed control of the Kabal of the Master Spark by the time-honored tradition of assassination and subtlety."
Khodexus pauses.
"Well, then again, can tossing the old Archon out the window to be pecked to death by Scourge as he fell be considered subtlety?" Khodexus chuckles, "It was certainly unexpected. Anyway I had been leading a realspace raid, my first as the new Archon, and I led us into a trap. The Kabal of the Heaven Sign, the kabal now crushed beneath our boot, lay in wait. Within minutes, my kabal was attacked, our sources of escape cut off. We held out for hours, countering attack with attack, riposte for riposte."
Khodexus looks up.

"And then Tau filled the skies. Korst'la...Korst'la the First was a new arrival to the sector as well. His men hammered the Heaven Sign, until they retreated. And then he had the audacity to request a meeting. Apparently, he found our fight amusing, which is why he helped. And then we made a deal."
Khodexus pauses for a moment.
"Korst'la was an idiot. His entire family line are idiots. But they have impeccable business sense. So, while not exactly joining forces, as long as our endeavors are profitable, we work together."
Khodexus gathers his things.
"Of course, a year or so later, Jamal came into the picture. I quickly deduced that he was a spy from the Black Panthers, to ensure a Xeno does not disrupt the balance of the money flowing through the underworld, but Korst'la didn't care. And Jamal is so inept I believe he forgot his original mission. And so, I have worked with the House of Korst'la for 60 years now. I see no need to stop at the moment."
"Flash gitz find a good Warboss so dey kan wotch da flash bitz." says Wazgor.
Khodexus backs into the shadows. "My tale is done. You won't see me again. I suppose it was always my problem that I would sometimes keep my word."
Wazgor is left alone in his quarters.

The Kill Team gathers to determine where to go next. They pool their information on Event Horizon, the time-distorting warp storm in the sector. The Kill Team decides to spend a few days enacting repairs and preparing their weapons. The engines of the Malebolge are moved to the Last Danca, while Wurrza begins grinding leftover soulstones together to lace the fuel his dreadnought Incinerata with. After a few days, the Kill Team finally gets bored, and they hit da Big Red Button. Krooza enters the warp, shaking and shuddering in excitement.

The trip is expected to take seven days, and the Kill Team is plagued with odd ghost signals on their searchy gubbinz. However, these signals all seem to be heading in the direction of Event Horizon.

This being their longest journey yet, the Kill Team maximizes their time with last minute upgrades and actions. Wurrza hops himself up on multiple drugs, fails his addiction rolls, and manages to imbue his Magna-Grapples with Impervious, granting him a shield equal to his WP. After spending a few days recuperating, he infuses 'Eadmangla's Lascannon with Impervious as well. Kroz replaces Grakgut's side-mounted heavy bolter sponsons with Gauss Blasters, as well as completely finish the Kill Team's weapon upgrades. Grakgut grabs a spare macrocannon shell, and decorates it with all the flash bitz looted from the Necron tomb, as well as pieces of the tomb itself. Wazgor and 'Eadmangla continue searching the halls for Skarfang's Head, but what they find is far worse.

Wazgor comes across a grot laying in the middle of a corridor. It has a look of terror on its face, and is completely grey. Wazgor goes in closer to diagnose the cause of death, but as soon as he touches the corpse, it disintegrates into dust. Unnerved, Wazgor continues further to find one of da boyz laying in the corridor as well, same shade of grey.

"Oy, I fink we need a Dok..." yells Wazgor into his voxcaster, "Dere'z a bunch a grey-lookin' gitz up 'ere.".

'Eadmangla, searching across a different corridor, also comes across a dead ork corpse, also greyed out. 'Eadmangla draws his Lascannon, and heads closer. Out of nowhere, 'Eadmangla hears a screech, and something hits his face. "Eadmangla flails around as he hears a familiar drilling sound, and then...

...it stops. Boldo detaches woozily.

"Oy, I ain't a snack, Boldo!" yells 'Eadmangla.
Boldo chirps, sounding incredibly sick, and then rushes into the vents.
"Wait! We'll take ya ta see da Dok!" yells 'Eadmangla, but Boldo is gone.
"Oi. 'Eadmangla. All Boyz. If youze find Skooire Boldo, Give 'im a 'olla on da kommz so we ken find'im. Lock down da vents till 'e gets ta Grakgut 'an Wurrza's lab, I fink 'es runnin from da Doks." says Kroz over ship vox. Multiple attempts to find Boldo fail, and the Kill Team is concerned.

As the week comes to a close, 'Eadmangla configures his Gun Drone into a Sniper Drone, and Wazgor spends some time with the first-graders, tying rokkitz to them and teaching them to fly, while Clarence watches. Grakgut finishes his macrocannon shell, and Kroz applies the final upgrades. Wurrza simply tries to recuperate as many characteristic points as possible before the trip ends.

...Boldo D:

As da Looted Krooza approaches Event Horizon, the warp currents start to become choppy. Kroz takes the controls, and finally breaks through the storm. Passing into what appears to be the eye, Krooza exits the warp. Space itself is purple as the Warp bleeds into reality. Ahead, the Kill Team notice a single planet, half of it seemingly blown up. The rest looks barely held together by crackling streams of warp energy.

"RUBBYKONZES TO ALL KREW. WE'ZE GOTS A LIVE'UN 'ERE. NOBZ, DUN FERGET TA BRUSH UP YOUZE GUBBINZ WIF DA BLUDTANK." states Kroz over shipvox.

"Kinda Perty. Loike a Kustom Field." states Kroz, "So, any you gitz found Boldo yet?"
"'E'z foine." states Wazgor.
"Dat'z not wot oi 'eard." says Kroz, in no mood for jokes.
"An' not wot oi saw." adds 'Eadmangla.
"We jus' gotta krump dis git Garo wuz talkin' bout." says Wazgor.
"Gud. Kuz oi likes dat floaty little nob." says Kroz.

The Kill Team hits the searchy gubbinz. It seems to be mostly canyons and cliffs. Warpstorms cover the planet. However, they do notice a place that has been seemingly cleared out.
"Dat must be da place." states Kroz, who begins heading to da Last Danca.

The Kill Team makes a pit stop at the Blood Tank, sanctifying their weapons, and then hop aboard da Last Danca.
"...Where'z Boldo?" asks Grakgut.
"Dunno." says Wurrza, "Kuldn't find'im."
"Dis ain't proppa..." says Kroz, "'ez alwayz hoppin' on our 'eads."

The Kill Team waits for a bit, but Boldo does not appear. Disappointed, they hit the engines, and da Last Danca is shot out the launch bay. The Kill Team hits some turbulence on the way down, but straighten up as they fly through a canyon and land. The doors of the Last Danca fall open.

"So. Wots ya fink we'ze gunna deal wif 'ere?" asks Kroz.

Only the lightning responds.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=qRpXT939xT0

The Kill Team can see a small canyon leads to a bigger canyon, then a grand opening into a set of wide flat plains. Navigating the canyon, with a feeling one is being watched, the Kill Team crests a hill to see a titanic building ahead. Built in the style of a stalagmite tapering upward, surrounded by rock pillars, the building stands in the center of the clearing, warp energy scraping across it.

"WE ZOGGED GARO, DA LIFEGUARDS, AN' WAY TOO MANY...OTHA WEIRD FINGS. WE TURNED A FLYIN' BUG TA BITZ, AND WE'ZE GOTS ENUFF DAKKA TA FUEL A BUNCHA WAAAGHS! WOTEVER WE GO TO, WE'ZE PROPPA BOYZ! IZ YOU GITZ READY TA CHARGE DA BUILDING?" yells Wurrza, "WAAAAAAAAAAAGH!"
"I'Z COOKED CARNIFEX, GROT, WRAITHBONE, TRYGON, ELFDAR, GEMS, GOLD, SOULSTONE, OREGANO, ALLSPICE, GRAINS OF PARADISE, KOSHER SALT..." lists Wazgor.
"Let'z get goin' den." interrupts Grakgut.
"WE AIN'T GOT NUFFIN TA BRAG TA ROIGHT NOW. SUMWUN'Z GOTTA APPEAR 'FORE WE KAN SEZ DA LIFE LESSUNZ." adds Kroz.

The Kill Team heads full tilt through the sandy plains towards the building. "Eadmangla dons his cardboard box and takes point. Reaching the building first, 'Eadmangla climbs the stairs. It's a 5 minute climb, but he reaches the top easily. Entering the building, it looks more like a cathedral. Pillars extend into the blackness as 'Eadmangla makes his way through, the Kill Team following behind. As the Kill Team reaches the middle of the hall, they look around. Across the darkness, they hear barking. Between each pillar is a Lector.

Staring.

The Kill Team makes their way past the wide hall into a smaller room. Opening one of the doors, they see a small room with a fireplace and desk. Finding nothing of interest, they open the second door, revealing a blue light.

"Got a selection of good things on sale, stranger." says the Merchant.

The merchant is running a sale today, all items +20. Kroz acquires a bag of Lathe Shavings, which he superglues to his armor. Wazgor gets a box of cryo grenades. 'Eadmangla acquires a Chiropteran scout craft. Whether or not he can pilot it is anyone's guess. Wurrza picks up a box of Micro-Krak grenades to fill his stikkbomm chukka with. Grakgut, on a whim, acquires a best-quality nuke. As a team req, they get ship repairs.

"Heh heh heh, thank you." says the Merchant as he walks through another door.

Grakgut considers poking and prodding the Lectors, but decides against it when all their weapons charge simultaneously. "Eadmangla tries to sneak some C4 under them, but they detect it easily, though finding 'Eadmangla is not so easy. The Kill Team see that half the Lectors are staring at the last door they have not opened. Deciding to leave the Lectors for later, they enter the last door.

"How nice of you to finally arrive, " says a voice, "I was beginning to wonder when you'd finally come."
"Well, da traffik wuz chaotic." says Grakgut.
An enormous man walks forward. In one of his six arms is a three-bladed sword. He wears simple white clothing. The Kill Team can see something odd about his forehead. He looks slightly serpentine.
"Of course, it would be rude to expect you before you meant to arrive." says the enormous man, "Do you care for refreshments, or should we get straight to the fight, as orks are wont to do?"
"Both iz gud," says Kroz, "Drinks first, den dakka an' choppa. We'ze got mannerz, ya know."
"Doubt ya 'ave grog." says Wazgor.
A Lector appears, its prehensile arm holding a tray of cups.
"I trust you know who I am?" the man asks, his face a calm smile.
"You'ze Necocoa Puffz, right?" says Grakgut.
"Dat git Garo wuz talkin' bout." adds Wazgor.

All of them upgraded. All of the weapons. Kroz himself was standing in that last room with nine weapons, each of which got the full treatment of worky gubbinz and hostile aquisitions.

It was gonna be a rough fight though.

"You can say that." says Necoho, "and yes, Garo was my greatest student. A shame he fell in battle to you. I want nothing more to free you from your slavery to false gods. The humans and their Emperor, the Legions and Chaos, even you are enslaved to the concept of 'Gork' and 'Mork."
The Kill Team stiffens up.
"I can help you." says Necoho, "But the next step lies with you.
"If dere wuz no Gork an' Mork, dere'd be no Orkmas!" says Grakgut.
"Humans have parents, and the concept of the Emperor. The closest approximation would be your nobs. While human young are told the Emperor gives them gifts, it is actually their parents. In your case, it would be your warbosses and meks who offer new tech to test." states Necoho.
"Dat ain't right." says Grakgut.
"Soundz like sumfin' a git who got dull choppa fer orkmas sed." says Wazgor.
"Sides," says Grakgut, "Dakka komes frum da 'eart!"
"It's a logical path from junk to dakka. I can show you more." says Necoho.
"Junk?" says Grakgut, "Oi only see mo' loot!"
"Junk, loot, all the same." says Necoho, "I must say, I find this conversation amusing."

>Note: I must admit that this last bit was heavily edited. I misunderstood what the Kill Team meant, and the conversation got strange. It has been cleaned up here to make sense in context.

"Now. Wut iz it ya want?" asks Grakgut, "Kuz...Oi fergot why I'z 'ere."
"I will offer you one chance." says Necoho, "Stand with me, and together we can free this galaxy from false gods. Refuse, and there will be nothing more to say."
"Oi! Lads! 'uddle!" yells Grakgut.

The Kill Team gets together.
"Why'z we 'uddlin' anyway?" asks Wurrza.
"Cuz dat git'z got a point..."says Grakgut, "An' Oi want it!"
The kill team breaks huddle.

"...Kud it be, you dun loike yerself?" asks Kroz.
"What do you mean?" says Necoho, "How can I be a god? What a grand and intoxicating innocence you hold."
Meanwhile, Grakgut gets closer.
"Me komputah sez godz're big warp fings lotsa gitz believe in," says Kroz, "An' Garo an' 'iz gitz believed in ya, so dat makes ya one."
"Besides," adds Wurrza, "We know Gork an' Mork exist out dere, all da otha godz musta just rejected ya!"
"Ova all...ya got a good point," says Grakgut, who has moved directly in front of Necoho. "Why dontcha show me dat point?"

Grakgut makes a grab for Necoho's spear. Necoho, however, passes Rapid Reaction.
"Too slow, Grakgut." he says.
'Eadmangla pops a shot from stealth, but Necoho still dodges. He doesn't exactly need eyes to see.

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

Necoho opens with a lightning attack against Grakgut, who weathers the storm. The Kill Team opens up almost simultaneously. While Necoho is not wearing armor, he still has a PR50 shield that does not overload, as well as his Halberd. He also has the strange ability to always be somewhere else when shot at. While 'Eadmangla and Wazgor pick through his dodges, Wurrza buffs himself while Kroz and Grakgut do some heavy damage. The problem, of course is pinning him down. Many times the Kill Team charge or punch, only to connect with air, and Necoho calmly smiling from a few meters away. Ultimately, Wurrza unloads a mess of Micro-Stikkbomms, and Necoho staggers back.

"Ah...I see you are serious in your misled convictions. No need to hold back then."

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=8jI9r_GQQMc

Necoho holds out two of his arms. A ball of flame appears, which he holds. He also manifests a set of ancient-looking armor.

"This isn't even my final form!" yells Necoho.

"You got no final form kuz you dun know wot ya are! You'ze da god uv muckin' about!" yells Kroz, "An' dis is our final form!"

Kroz pulls the ripcord on his Chronometron. Grakgut lights his fists on fire. Wurrza casts Warptime on himself. 'Eadmangla and his sniper drone open fire from concealed positions. Wazgor revs up his infused Thermal Lance. However, Necoho is no slouch. Fully powered up, Necoho has Terminator-class armor as well as his multitude of Navigator-class powers. Shooting gouts of flame from the energy coalesced in his hand (Immolate the Soul), Necoho can also speed himself up on a whim with Tides of Time and Space, and he still rewrites reality whenever he's hit (The Course Untravelled, modified to be a dodge). His forehead is also strangely glowing. He still wields his rather devastating halberd skillfully, and he is no small source of annoyance to the players. Zipping from one Kill Team member to another, always somewhere else when shot, Necoho controls the battlefield flawlessly. Still, the Kill Team manages to land quite a few hits on him.

Ultimately, Wazgor's infused lance forces him back. The kill team finally sees that his forehead is fully glowing.

And then his third eye opens.

Necoho also has the Lidless Stare. The wave of energy hits the kill team. No toughness bonus, no armor, no wards, no shields. The Kill Team is put close to negatives in one hit. The worst part is that only Grakgut passes the test to unstun himself - the rest are stunned for two rounds. Grakgut attempts a charge, but it is shielded. Necoho uses Tides of Time and Space to give himself a new action, calmly walks out melee, and his forehead begins to glow again. Necoho smiles, as his third eye opens once again. Until the kill team hears a screech echo through the air.

Boldo.

>>18520264
OH MY GOD HE'S THE BABY METROID

>>18520264
If the kill team had bothered to be warded, those upgrades protect against both psychic and warp energy effects as armor [which is normally ignored], and as well as a +20 to resist against things like say the stun

The Kill Team hears the familiar drilling sound as Boldo begins going full throttle into Necoho. Landing RIGHT on the third eye, Boldo begins to drain Necoho, who is screaming and clawing at Boldo as his very essence drains away. The Kill Team see Necoho begining to turn grey. Necoho's grey body falls to the ground.

As does Boldo.

>>18520283
Anyone who didn't figure THAT out [including in session] at roughly midway through the second sentence of >>18519685
should hang their heads in shame. Especially given what we kept saying Boldo was.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=FzdKil3j5jw

Boldo gets up and floats toward the stunned Kill Team. Boldo chirps, in incredible pain from absorbing so much warp energy. Boldo flops to the ground once more. Boldo forces himself back into the air, sinking all the while and finally lands amongst the kill team.

"Boldo...'e saved da day!" yells 'Eadmangla.
"Dun...dun go stickin' yer straw inta weird 'oles!" says Grakgut.
"Boldo! Boldo, we'ze gonna operate now! Dun' worry!"

Boldo chirps one more time.

And then explodes.

The sheer amount of energy Boldo drained washes over the Kill Team. Everyone gets up, seemingly refreshed. Still in shock over Boldo, they look to Necoho.

Who gets up.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=uCaHWWW9yDQ

Necoho has no toughness bonus, no armor bonus, no powers, no talents, no traits, nothing. Necoho at this point is held together only by his Daemonic Warp God essence. And since the Kill Team sanctified all their weapons, he doesn't even have that. Boldo drained everything. And the Kill Team, enraged beyond recognition, holds nothing back as they unload into Necoho. Each attack pierces more and more daemonic essence away. Ultimately, it is Grakgut who performs a double-fury flaming shoryuken, sinking his power klaw deep into Necoho.

As the fist connects, Nehoco is engulfed in flame. Nehoco bursts into a flash of light.

The Kill Team feels the light overtake them-

>Boldo explodes

All in all, a good session but we're looking to see how it ends. Losing Boldo's the sad part, as is knowing it's drawing to an end.

But hey, we're making it. Even if all we have to show for it are dangerous weapons, a dread with a coke addiction and...wait, why am I complaining?

We ended the session there.

>>18520517

FUCK YOU

Yay! One last session of awesomeness!

I hated that bastard's teleportations so much. So very, very much.

We'll see what that final explosion brings to us... It'll have been quite a ride though.

>>18520556

Also, it seems the archive is missing several, so I have no idea what number to put in the archive.
http://suptg.thisisnotatrueending.com/archive.html?searchall=deffwotch

>>18520361

>dat music
>Boldo dead

not gonna cry, not gonna cry...

>>18520663
We have our plug at http://1d4chan.org/wiki/Deffwotch

This would be session 26.

>>18520314

Half of them WERE warded. Unfortunately, Navigator powers are specific as to when Hexagrammatic Wards protect. For example, Corrupting the Flesh states wards apply, while Lidless Stare does not.

This was, however, simply my interpretation of the powers.

Done.
http://suptg.thisisnotatrueending.com/archive/18519535/

>>18520742
Lidless stare is pure warp energy, they probably didn't think anyone would assume it doesn't work.

>>18520881

Lidless stare is actually just staring into the third eye and your brain exploding. No warp energy hits you, but it's looking at the warp through that eye that causes the damage.

>>18520881
doesn't matter anyways, he only got one shot in. Our own resistance rolls were terrible anyways, that +20 [I'd even pointed that one out ingame] would not have helped except maybe one other.

>>18520906

Yeah. The +20 would have applied, but you guys got fucked in your toughness tests.

Speaking of bad rolls, I'm currently spectating a shadowrun session where one player has done nothing but glitch, fail, glitch, crash and glitch all session. Like zuvassin with a vengence. A simple attempt at picking up a new, cheap enough rating 3 fake sin has turned into a fixer burning him and knight errant shooting his truck like a lone fish in a barrel. Now he's in hotsim feeling everything as he gets shot to pieces.

Evening Bump

Depending on what happens and where we end up; I may or may not get to use my nuke.

I paid good money for that!

This should definitely be made into an animated series.

Oh, fuck me, I missed this AGAIN. But FUCK YEAH SHAS.

Pic (semi) related.

>>18525983
Agree. MLP: Faggotry is Mainstream should be canceled, and Deffwotch take its time slot.

>>18521305

Maybe it's not the dice roller, but YOU guys that are cursed.