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Choose:

> Heresy:
> Genestealer Cult
> Chaos Cult
> Redemptionist Cult

> Planet:
> Feudal World
> Agri World
> Hive World

> Background:
> Former Laborer
> Former Guardsman
> Former Priest
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>>3092785
>Redemptionist Cult
>Agri-world
>former guardsmen

We 40KKK now!
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>>3092785
> Redemptionist Cult
> Agri World
> Former Guardsman
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>>3092805
>>3092833

If no-one else votes in twenty minutes, 40KKK quest is a go. I'm hyped as fuck, and if you manage to get off-planet, you can expect to run into these http://suptg.thisisnotatrueending.com/archive/63332675/ bastards at some point.
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>>3092840

Five more minutes.
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>>3092805
>>3092833

You are a Former Guardsman turned Redemptionist Cultist in an Agri-World on the outskirts of the Imperium.

> Roll ONE 1d100 to determine the scale of the Agri-World's Heresy
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Rolled 40 (1d100)

>>3092889
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>>3092892

It seems the beginnings of Heresy have tainted the formerly pious servants of the God Emperor upon His Throne, most unfortunate. They must be PURGED! PURGED AND SCOURGED IN THE EMPEROR'S NAME!

> Roll 4d20, if more than one anon rolls I'll divide the results evenly
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Rolled 8 (1d20)

>>3092898

I'll roll once every half hour that goes by.
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Rolled 13 (1d20)

>>3092913

Two more rolls left.
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>>3092967

> tfw it's been a full hour and no-one else wants to purge and scourge
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>>3092913
>>3092967
>>3093007

> tfw no-one cares
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Rolled 9, 13, 4, 18 = 44 (4d20)

>>3092898
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>>3093133

Fuck yeah, a participant! I'll divide our rolls down the middle. Give me one moment to do a tally...
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>>3092913
>>3092967
>>3093133

> Khornate Cult
> Chaos Undivided Cult
> Nurglite Cult
> Mundane Rebels

Nice. How old do you want the starting character to be? He's a not-so-retired Guardsman, and anywhere from the late 20's to early 60's is acceptable.
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>>3093158
> Nurglite Cult
Lets make him early 60’s. Grizzled Grandpa Guardsman
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>>3093197

Anon, that's a list of the Heretical Cults currently active on the planet, as per >>3092805 >>3092833, you're a Redemptionist.
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>>3093197
I don't know anything about 40k, but I'll throw you a bone OP. Seconded. Grizzled old man always best MC.
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>>3093220

Redemptionists are the religious fanatics too insanity for the insanity of the Imperium, essentially the God Emperor sanctioned response to Chaos Cults. To get a grasp on their deranged badassery, read this thread:

> https://rpgcodex.net/forums/index.php?threads/i-klovis-of-fast-diminishing-patience-dont-need-you-lr-wh40k-the-redeemer.73882/

And if you're interested, read these for basic lore:

> http://warhammer40k.wikia.com/wiki/Redemptionist
> https://1d4chan.org/wiki/Cult_of_the_Redemption
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>>3093243

> *too insane

My apologies, late where I'm at.
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>>3093197
This, lets be an old crazy man
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>>3093243
Hey, thanks. I'll give these a read at some point.
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>>3093197
>>3093220
>>3093261

You are Caliban Khan, formerly nameless fodder in the blessed Imperial Guard, you fought with unmatched tenacity in a score of battlefields, each more perilous than the last, and against all odds, survived, clawing your way through the ranks to lead a battalion of men. Most of your Regiment's faith was suspect, they scorned the Uplifting Primer, neglected to commit the Lectitio Divinitatus to memory, and faltered in the face of blasted hellfire. Most of your Regiment is dead, slain on the battlefield, by commissar's bullet or by your own las, it matters not, only that impious cowards received due recompense.

In your days of service, you brooked no blasphemy, and never once flinched before the foes of Mankind. Dozens of worlds, so many enemies you cannot recall. Mobs of Orks scorched, swarms of Tyranids eviscerated, and legions of Traitors given unto joyous damnation deserving of their blackened souls. The rattling gunfire, screams of agony, and bursting artillery, these are the memories you cherish with each prayer to cross your lips. You were honored to fight for God Emperor, and you only wish you received the glory of martyrdom in His Name, but it was not fated to be, and by His Will, you survived.

Where nine million, eight nine hundred-thousand, and sixty seven men died in your forgotten homeworld's meager ten million strong tithe, He smiled upon your faith, and by His Strength you survived. Praise be to the God Emperor of Man, and though you wished to continue your service, the war-fleet commanders deemed the aged remnants of your Regiment worthy of retirement on a fledgling Agri-World on the outskirts of Segmentum Obscura. You were merely forty-eight then, and you tore your clothes and gnashed your teeth, rebuking the young men who came to replace you, but in time, you were forced to abandon your uniform, and lay your arms to rest, satisfied in a job well done.

You never were content to push a plow, and for the last nineteen years the seething urge to cleanse the wretched mutant, vile witch, and blasphemous heretic has not abated in the slightest. Had the rumors came two years later, they'd have found the corpse of an old man who killed himself to fight in the next life, but by the blessed God Emperor upon His Throne, it was not meant to be. True rest was not yours to keep, and donning a ragged cloak woven of burlap and faceless mask wrought of scrap iron, you're the happiest you've ever been. TONIGHT, those who would oppose Mankind's dominion are to face the God Emperor's Wrath, and praise be unto HIM, you have been chosen to be the mortal Instrument of His Will!

> [1/2]
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>>3093294

> Despite your proselytization, your unshakable faith alone did not avail you, and the God Emperor has given you great blessings indeed. How do you stand, head and shoulders above the teeming masses of Humanity?

> Choose Two:

> Even in your old age, your size is sufficient to give an Ogryn pause, and your sinewy strength to bare effortless weights men a fourth your age couldn't fathom.
> The Traitor is foolish to assume your ignorance, honed by the rigors of age, your mind is keener than any blade, and you could not care less for the hollow dictum of Mars.
> Your soul is given unto the God Emperor's Will, and you are the incarnation of His Holy Wrath. When the Red Rage grips you, none can match your skill at arms, be it by fist, flame, rifle, or blade.
> Any man can fight for Mankind, and indeed they must, but few can preach, upon your silken tongue the God Emperor's Will is made plain, and the hardest of hearts are roused.
> Few can command the fear your presence demands, every motion screams suspense, and to hear your raised voice, even the stubbornest of heretics flee in terror.
> Most of the ancient lose the limberness of their youth, but to call you spry would be an insult, most trained athletes are incapable of matching your sheer dexterity.
> Ecclesiarchs are to be honored, for they are the foremost among the Servants of the God Emperor, but you are too humble to admit that, by underhanded treachery or the whitest of lies, you've attained a fluency with the High Gothic tongue sufficient to converse with a Sororitas.
> There are those among Mankind that would call you accursed, but you know you are blessed beyond all others. Though the faithful are repulsed at the sight of you, the sorcery of witches is undone by your will, and before the fullness of your wrath, even daemons have fled.

> Choose One:

> Rumors of mutants abound, and you and your righteous mob of like-minded flagellants have come to this place to expunge the unseemly scourge from this earth.
> Rumors of witchcraft chills the soul to hear, and you and your sacred, sanctified few have come to this place to see the sorcerer burnt at the stake.
> Rumors of heresy have spread, and you and your brethren in the God Emperor's Arms have come to bare witness to the end of their Unholy atrocities.

> Choose One:

> In your hands, you wield a las rifle, polished to a fine sheen, it's a battered tool that's served you well for well-on half a century.
> In your hands, you heft a chainsaw, buzzing in anticipation, it is a fearsome blade, and eager to wet its edge on sinful flesh.
> In your hands, you hold a flamer, crude and cobbled from fuel tanks, it is no promethium, but you are certain it shall prove sufficient.

> [2/2]
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>>3093263

Heavily recommended, the Redemptionist comic's hilarious.
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>>3093295
> Most of the ancient lose the limberness of their youth, but to call you spry would be an insult, most trained athletes are incapable of matching your sheer dexterity.
> Ecclesiarchs are to be honored, for they are the foremost among the Servants of the God Emperor, but you are too humble to admit that, by underhanded treachery or the whitest of lies, you've attained a fluency with the High Gothic tongue sufficient to converse with a Sororitas.
>Rumors of mutants abound, and you and your righteous mob of like-minded flagellants have come to this place to expunge the unseemly scourge from this earth.
>In your hands, you wield a las rifle, polished to a fine sheen, it's a battered tool that's served you well for well-on half a century.
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>>3093295
>> Few can command the fear your presence demands, every motion screams suspense, and to hear your raised voice, even the stubbornest of heretics flee in fear

> Ecclesiarchs are to be honored, for they are the foremost among the Servants of the God Emperor, but you are too humble to admit that, by underhanded treachery or the whitest of lies, you've attained a fluency with the High Gothic tongue sufficient to converse with a Sororitas.

>Rumors of witchcraft chills the soul to hear, and you and your sacred, sanctified few have come to this place to see the sorcerer burnt at the stake.
>In your hands, you hold a flamer, crude and cobbled from fuel tanks, it is no promethium, but you are certain it shall prove sufficient.

GLORY GLORY THE REDEEMER
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>>3093295
> The Traitor is foolish to assume your ignorance, honed by the rigors of age, your mind is keener than any blade, and you could not care less for the hollow dictum of Mars

> Most of the ancient lose the limberness of their youth, but to call you spry would be an insult, most trained athletes are incapable of matching your sheer dexterity.

> Rumors of mutants abound, and you and your righteous mob of like-minded flagellants have come to this place to expunge the unseemly scourge from this earth.


> In your hands, you wield a las rifle, polished to a fine sheen, it's a battered tool that's served you well for well-on half a century.
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>>3093295
> Few can command the fear your presence demands, every motion screams suspense, and to hear your raised voice, even the stubbornest of heretics flee in terror.
> There are those among Mankind that would call you accursed, but you know you are blessed beyond all others. Though the faithful are repulsed at the sight of you, the sorcery of witches is undone by your will, and before the fullness of your wrath, even daemons have fled.

> Rumors of heresy have spread, and you and your brethren in the God Emperor's Arms have come to bare witness to the end of their Unholy atrocities.

> In your hands, you wield a las rifle, polished to a fine sheen, it's a battered tool that's served you well for well-on half a century.
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>>3093295
>> Most of the ancient lose the limberness of their youth, but to call you spry would be an insult, most trained athletes are incapable of matching your sheer dexterity.
>> There are those among Mankind that would call you accursed, but you know you are blessed beyond all others. Though the faithful are repulsed at the sight of you, the sorcery of witches is undone by your will, and before the fullness of your wrath, even daemons have fled.

> Rumors of witchcraft chills the soul to hear, and you and your sacred, sanctified few have come to this place to see the sorcerer burnt at the stake.

> In your hands, you wield a las rifle, polished to a fine sheen, it's a battered tool that's served you well for well-on half a century.
>>
>> Most of the ancient lose the limberness of their youth, but to call you spry would be an insult, most trained athletes are incapable of matching your sheer dexterity.
>> There are those among Mankind that would call you accursed, but you know you are blessed beyond all others. Though the faithful are repulsed at the sight of you, the sorcery of witches is undone by your will, and before the fullness of your wrath, even daemons have fled.

> Rumors of witchcraft chills the soul to hear, and you and your sacred, sanctified few have come to this place to see the sorcerer burnt at the stake.

> In your hands, you wield a las rifle, polished to a fine sheen, it's a battered tool that's served you well for well-on half a century.
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>>3093295
> Even in your old age, your size is sufficient to give an Ogryn pause, and your sinewy strength to bare effortless weights men a fourth your age couldn't fathom.

> Ecclesiarchs are to be honored, for they are the foremost among the Servants of the God Emperor, but you are too humble to admit that, by underhanded treachery or the whitest of lies, you've attained a fluency with the High Gothic tongue sufficient to converse with a Sororitas.

> Rumors of witchcraft chills the soul to hear, and you and your sacred, sanctified few have come to this place to see the sorcerer burnt at the stake.

> In your hands, you heft a chainsaw, buzzing in anticipation, it is a fearsome blade, and eager to wet its edge on sinful flesh.
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>>3093295

> Any man can fight for Mankind, and indeed they must, but few can preach, upon your silken tongue the God Emperor's Will is made plain, and the hardest of hearts are roused.

> Ecclesiarchs are to be honored, for they are the foremost among the Servants of the God Emperor, but you are too humble to admit that, by underhanded treachery or the whitest of lies, you've attained a fluency with the High Gothic tongue sufficient to converse with a Sororitas.

Enemy: mutant
Weapon: flamethrower (obviously)
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>> Few can command the fear your presence demands, every motion screams suspense, and to hear your raised voice, even the stubbornest of heretics flee in fear

> Ecclesiarchs are to be honored, for they are the foremost among the Servants of the God Emperor, but you are too humble to admit that, by underhanded treachery or the whitest of lies, you've attained a fluency with the High Gothic tongue sufficient to converse with a Sororitas.

>Rumors of witchcraft chills the soul to hear, and you and your sacred, sanctified few have come to this place to see the sorcerer burnt at the stake.
>In your hands, you hold a flamer, crude and cobbled from fuel tanks, it is no promethium, but you are certain it shall prove sufficient.
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>>3093295
> The Traitor is foolish to assume your ignorance, honed by the rigors of age, your mind is keener than any blade, and you could not care less for the hollow dictum of Mars.
> Any man can fight for Mankind, and indeed they must, but few can preach, upon your silken tongue the God Emperor's Will is made plain, and the hardest of hearts are roused.

> Rumors of mutants abound, and you and your righteous mob of like-minded flagellants have come to this place to expunge the unseemly scourge from this earth.

> In your hands, you wield a las rifle, polished to a fine sheen, it's a battered tool that's served you well for well-on half a century.

Let's just go full 40k Hitler
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>>3093300
>>3093311
>>3093334
>>3093363
>>3093374
>>3093442
>>3093493
>>3093507
>>3093545
>>3093568

> 1 vote for Strength
> 2 votes for Intellect
> 0 votes for Skill
> 2 votes for Oratory
> 3 votes for Intimidation
> 4 votes for Dexterity
> 5 votes for High Gothic
> 3 votes for Null

> + Dexterity
> + High Gothic

> 4 votes for Mutants
> 5 votes for Witch
> 1 vote for Heretics

> BURN THE WITCH

> 6 votes for lasgun
> 1 vote for chainsaw
> 3 votes for flamer

> *pew*pew*pew*

If no-one has any objections, you have better reflexes and hand-eye coordination than most men less than half your age, you are fully fluent in High Gothic which is bound to impress some sophisticates down the line, and you are wielding your trusty lasgun against the hideous blasphemies of the witch.
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First, can someone roll me a 2d6 to determine the starting size of your Mob?
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Rolled 6, 2 = 8 (2d6)

>>3093788
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>>3093798

You move with finesse most cannot hope to match, and wield an ancient lasgun with deadly dexterity. Upon your tongue are the sacred hymns of the Holy Emperor, uttered in none other than High Gothic, and to either side, eight of your masked brethren chant the same. Though their eyes are filled with righteous hate, they cannot compare to your murderous zeal, and it is your fervent prayer that the sight of the Witch is enough to render them frothing with fanatical fury.

To a man, they are elderly and seasoned killers clutching the las rifles which served them so well, the most faithful members of your battalion, they defer to your judgement even now as you approach the Witch's den under cover of night. It is a humble rockcrete and log abode, befitting a humble servant of the Imperium, but you know the abomination which lies within its walls.

Decades of experience remind you that when dealing with a Witch, haste is of the essence. You must strike quickly, decisively, and brutally, lest you wish to see your brothers-in-arms torn apart by daemons, or incinerated by black balefire. The Witch is an insult unto Mankind, and cannot be allowed to live. There are innumerable potential strategies, and you must decide which is most worthy of the God Emperor's Sight.

> How shall you BURN THE WITCH?

> Torch their home, and cut them down in a hail of las-fire as they flee!
> Storm their home, and cut them down in a hail of las-fire as they are disoriented!
> Make a noisome distraction, and cut them down in a hail of las-fire as they investigate!
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>>3093821
> Torch their home, and cut them down in a hail of las-fire as they flee!

Do not enter willingly into the lion's den.
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>>3093821
> Torch their home, and cut them down in a hail of las-fire as they flee!
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>>3093821
> Torch their home, and cut them down in a hail of las-fire as they flee!
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>>3093898
>>3093919
>>3093930

> Easy Roll
> Roll three 1d20, best of three
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Rolled 9 (1d20)

>>3093946
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Rolled 14 (1d20)

>>3093946
For the big E
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Rolled 8 (1d20)

>>3093946



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