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You are Rhea Silvia.

A few months ago, you were conscripted into the Imperial Guard, but your posting was corrupted in a Chaos ritual not long after you arrived. You then infiltrated the tainted palaces and factories of Wonka World on behalf of the Inquisition to retrieve two items, but you can no longer remember what they were.

Unfortunately, you still remember plenty, and still frequently struggle with suppressed memories and nightmares.

Despite your lapses in memory, you were richly rewarded by the Inquisition, and are now staying in the luxurious Imperial Diamond Resorts Island Chain, where you:
>Tentatively experiment with the hedonistic lifestyle of the idle rich, something which you never could imagined for yourself growing up, as you try to distract yourself from old memories
>Embrace hard partying with nihilistic frenzy, as you try to forgot everything about your past life, in particular your short service in the Guard and the Inquisition
>Become a shut-in alcoholic
>Befriend hotel staff and local garrison troops and try to lead a normal-ish life

You sit down for a quick bite to eat at a small restaurant in your hotel after a day spent:
>Sunbathing at the beach
>Asleep in your hotel suite
>Vomiting in your hotel suite
>Watching infomercials on your hotel suite’s pict-screen
>Swimming in the ocean

You plan on spending the rest of the evening:
>Having a gentle stroll along the beach before going to bed early
>Hitting the clubs, hard
>Doing a guided excursion to one of those spooky ruins inland
>Hanging out with your clique at the local Guard garrison one resort over
>Drinking in your hotel room, alone

Previous thread is here:
http://suptg.thisisnotatrueending.com/qstarchive/4878085/

And is based on the tg greentext stories here:
http://suptg.thisisnotatrueending.com/archive/79366619/
http://suptg.thisisnotatrueending.com/archive/79479764/

New thread is based on some of the preliminary ideas found here, prior to both threads dying/being deleted by mods:
https://archive.4plebs.org/tg/thread/79630420/
http://suptg.thisisnotatrueending.com/qstarchive/4856919/
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>>4926394
>Befriend hotel staff and local garrison troops and try to lead a normal-ish life
>Swimming in the ocean
>Having a gentle stroll along the beach before going to bed early

It's very much the vanilla options, but I think Rhea would have tried to stick to the lifestyle she knew as to not have to think too much about how she got here On the other hand, she knows the Inquisition could send for her at any point, so it would make sense for her to keep herself in shape. As for sleep, she has discovered that one can never have enough, and has no doubt picked up on the Guard habit of taking every bit of rest you can, as you never know when it'll be safe to do so again.
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>>4926394
>Tentatively experiment with the hedonistic lifestyle of the idle rich, something which you never could imagined for yourself growing up, as you try to distract yourself from old memories

We're supposed to be curious, remember?

Though, I think we'd also desire normalcy and a return to our normal boring life, so maybe combine it with...
>Befriend hotel staff and local garrison troops and try to lead a normal-ish life

>Swimming in the ocean

May as well take advantage of the beach. That, and regain some muscle tone after days gone without food and poor rest.

>Having a gentle stroll along the beach before going to bed early

Something to relax, while also ensuring we get plenty of sleep.
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>>4926394
>Tentatively experiment with the hedonistic lifestyle of the idle rich, something which you never could imagined for yourself growing up, as you try to distract yourself from old memories
>Sunbathing at the beach
>Hitting the clubs, hard
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>>4926394
>Embrace hard partying with nihilistic frenzy, as you try to forgot everything about your past life, in particular your short service in the Guard and the Inquisition
>Asleep in your hotel suite
>Hitting the clubs, hard
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>>4926394
>>Befriend hotel staff and local garrison troops and try to lead a normal-ish life
>>Swimming in the ocean
>>Having a gentle stroll along the beach before going to bed early
>>4926459
I agree with this. Rhea isn't really the type for drugs and orgies, otherwise she would have been a happiness angel.
Has Namara recovered yet?
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>>4926394
>Tentatively experiment with the hedonistic lifestyle of the idle rich, something which you never could imagined for yourself growing up, as you try to distract yourself from old memories
>Swimming in the ocean
>Having a gentle stroll along the beach before going to bed early
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>>4926394
>Tentatively experiment with the hedonistic lifestyle of the idle rich, something which you never could imagined for yourself growing up, as you try to distract yourself from old memories
>Watching infomercials on your hotel suite’s pict-screen
>Having a gentle stroll along the beach before going to bed early
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>>4926394
>Befriend hotel staff and local garrison troops and try to lead a normal-ish life
>Sunbathing at the beach
>Having a gentle stroll along the beach before going to bed early
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>>4926394
>>Tentatively experiment with the hedonistic lifestyle of the idle rich, something which you never could imagined for yourself growing up, as you try to distract yourself from old memories
>>Sunbathing at the beach
>>Hitting the clubs, hard
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>>4926394
>Embrace hard partying with nihilistic frenzy, as you try to forgot everything about your past life, in particular your short service in the Guard and the Inquisition
>Sunbathing at the beach
>Hitting the clubs, hard

Fuck it, we just escaped certain death. We won't always get so lucky.
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>>4926394
>Befriend hotel staff and local garrison troops and try to lead a normal-ish life
>Swimming in the ocean
>Having a gentle stroll along the beach (while drinking) before going to bed early
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>Tentatively experiment with the hedonistic lifestyle of the idle rich, something which you never could imagined for yourself growing up, as you try to distract yourself from old memories
>Sunbathing at the beach
>Swimming in the ocean
>Having a gentle stroll along the beach before going to bed early

You find a spot to sit by yourself at the restaurant and order a small balloon fish steak, seared, and a glass of amasec, followed by some vanilla pastry.

You note with displeasure that Wonka’s Double Chocolate Ice Cream Bar (TM) is still on the desert menu, despite the "Incident" of two months ago. Apparently the whole...thing... at Wonka Land was covered up by the planetary government, who claimed it was a localized heretic uprising. As a result, several of Wonka’s factories elsewhere on the planet continue to operate. You briefly wonder what happened to Willy Wonka. You have a strange feeling you once knew, but like many of your memories of your time in Wonka Land, you remember nothing except a vague sense of unease. You do remember the “Nature Angels” though, and what they were doing in that one chocolate production room... You never had chocolate before the "Incident", and don’t intend to start eating it ever.

Your supper arrives, and is of high quality, and more importantly, free. The Inquisition awarded you with some currency for your role in the Incident, but their main gift was unlimited access to the Suite 119 in the Tower of the Hedonist, and all the free perks that come with it.

Unfortunately, the Tower of the Hedonist is in the middle of one of the Imperial Diamond Resorts’ most uncouth and raunchy red light districts, and the guests here are not your kind of people.

Aside from eating, sleeping, and hanging out in your suite, you spend a lot of your time at the public beach two mag-lev stops away, where the off-duty senior hotel staff and servants from the inland mansions can generally be counted upon to mind their own business. Here you tend split your time between swimming and sunbathing.
You have also experimented around with other activities to keep yourself occupied, including going to festivals, clubs, and other social events at some of the more placid sections of the resort. You even occasionally join Namara on her visits to Camp Indomitable Spirit, though in general you don’t like being reminded of your (very brief) service in the Imperial Guard.

Following your meal, you do a short stroll along the beach (most of the trouble makers are visiting the red light districts this time of the day) before heading back up to your suite.

You don’t find your suite as jaw dropping impressive as you once did, but are still very grateful for it as it is several orders of magnitude better than the cramped, rancid bunkhouses you used to live in during your previous careers as a factory menial and later a Munitorum clerk.
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>>4927790

The large main room includes a dining area, kitchen, and three distinct clusters of couches for entertaining guests. Four large bedrooms with ensuite bathrooms, two servants quarters, a pantry, and a storage room branch off the main room, while a partial second level has some more couches, a library, and some work out equipment.

The décor was once rather erotic, in keeping with the hotel’s main theme, but you got the hotel staff to stash most of the paintings and statuettes, as they remind you of Wonka Land, especially the lobby where Namara was shot. You did keep a few statuettes though, and gave them names and clothing made of tissue paper, floss, and hand towels, one of several therapeutic activities you came up with to try to help come to terms with the "Incident".

Not quite able to go to sleep yet, fearing the inevitable nightmares that haunt you still, you lie in bed watching infomercials for a while, as the tedium of watching something for the hundredth time helps put you to sleep. Inevitably, the primary infomercial for the Imperial Diamond Resorts comes on, it is the most frequent in the rotation:

“Welcome to Imperial Diamond Resorts, the Crown Jewel of Archipelagia’s tourist industry.”
”We have got hundreds of miles of pristine beach, and dozens of resorts ranging from “exclusive and isolated” to “party central””
”We got plenty of fun activities like fishing from a catamaran*, exploring ancient ruins**, gambling at one of several casinos, bird watching in our pristine jungles***, experiencing our hedonist nightlife and 24 hour red light districts****, and of course, golf”
”Your security is our top priority, and our private island chain has better security than the Governor’s Palace*****”
>”So relax, enjoy your stay, and make new friends******, and don’t forget, our friendly staff are here to see to your every need*******”
“* We are not liable for injury or death that results from encounters with adverse weather and/or hostile megafauna while travelling in a catamaran, other watercraft, or while swimming”
“**There are several different types of ruin on the island, none of which have been deemed heretical and/or xenos by the appropriate authorities, however, this is subject to change at any time”
“***Rumors of disappearances in the jungle are greatly exaggerated, also reminder we are not liable in case of injury, disappearance, or death”
“****Worship of heretic gods is strictly forbidden at public events”
“*****Rumors that resort chain are a cover for one or more illegal organizations are strictly false, our armed guards and combat servitors are here for your safety”
“******The resort chain is not liable for injury or death resulting from interactions with other guests”
“*******See page 8 of the hotel brochure for the list of fines associated with the assault or murder of different types of hotel staff, also check out our escort catalogue on page 12”
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>>4927792

Not for the first time, you wonder how this place hasn’t been shut down yet.

You are almost asleep when Namara bursts into your room.

Namara is your only real friend, sometimes housemate, and fellow survivor of the Incident, where you saved each others lives on several occasions.

However, she is a private, introverted sort, and you don’t actually talk all that much. In part this is due to you reminding each other of the "Incident", and partially because she dislikes the hotel so much, and idleness in general, she got a job mopping floors at the local PDF base known as Camp Indomitable Spirit. She sleeps there too most nights, but sometimes stays at the hotel instead.

“We have a problem” – Namara says. She has a tendency for understatement, but you can always tell when she is stressed because her accent becomes stronger.

Your heart sinks when you see what is in her hand.

One of the tainted religious multiple choice pamphlets, identical to the ones that caused your first and only Imperial Guard posting to collapse into insanity and damnation. Likely a number of other camps and villages too, judging by the thousands of heretics and warp tainted spawn that showed up to fight Inquisitor Chalmers’ army in Wonka Land.

“I found it under a seat on the mag-lev train” – Namara explains.

>Flee the resort, no way you are living through another outbreak of warp madness

>Try to alert the proper authorities, good luck explaining something that was covered up though

>Try to investigate the source of the pamphlets, maybe it is just a one-off, you have a hard time seeing them as being effective if not deployed in large numbers, the tainted ones it creates are individually weak and prone to self-destructive behaviour without strong leadership.
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>>4927793
>Try to investigate the source of the pamphlets, maybe it is just a one-off, you have a hard time seeing them as being effective if not deployed in large numbers, the tainted ones it creates are individually weak and prone to self-destructive behaviour without strong leadership.
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>>4927793
>Try to investigate the source of the pamphlets, maybe it is just a one-off, you have a hard time seeing them as being effective if not deployed in large numbers, the tainted ones it creates are individually weak and prone to self-destructive behaviour without strong leadership.

We chose to be curious in our character creation, may as well investigate. Besides, there is no way we'll be able to get out of this, forces beyond our meagre clerk!imagination are at work, and this isn't called Hapless Guardswoman Quest for nothing.

Thankfully we had our requisite cry and vacation, hopefully our feeble mind can handle the coming strain.
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>>4927793
>Try to investigate the source of the pamphlets, maybe it is just a one-off, you have a hard time seeing them as being effective if not deployed in large numbers, the tainted ones it creates are individually weak and prone to self-destructive behaviour without strong leadership.
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>>4927793
>Try to investigate the source of the pamphlets, maybe it is just a one-off, you have a hard time seeing them as being effective if not deployed in large numbers, the tainted ones it creates are individually weak and prone to self-destructive behaviour without strong leadership.
As much as saying "fuck this" and leaving seems like a good idea, I think the Inquisition will interpret that as "We are definitely corrupted and are responsible for this new wave of chaos bullshit"
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>>4927793
>>Try to investigate the source of the pamphlets, maybe it is just a one-off, you have a hard time seeing them as being effective if not deployed in large numbers, the tainted ones it creates are individually weak and prone to self-destructive behaviour without strong leadership.
Aw shit. Here we go again.
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>Try to investigate the source of the pamphlets, maybe it is just a one-off, you have a hard time seeing them as being effective if not deployed in large numbers, the tainted ones it creates are individually weak and prone to self-destructive behavior without strong leadership.

You suppress a flood of unwelcome memories from the last time you encountered the pamphlets, and try to focus on useful facts.

Alerting the authorities would probably be the proper thing to do, but your contact in the Inquisition left you with no way to contact him, and who knows if any of the local authorities are already corrupted. Last time you encountered the pamphlets, it later turned out the senior officers in your company were heretic agents or subverted ahead of time.

Running is also pretty tempting, but you were never entirely clear on whether the Inquisition expected you to stay at the hotel or not, and besides, you have gotten pretty used to upper class living, fleeing and becoming a farmer laborer or domestic servant isn’t really that appealing, especially on this world.

“Alright, maybe this isn’t as bad as it looks. I don’t think the pamphlets are super dangerous except in large numbers. This is probably just a left over from some half finished ritual that got aborted when Wonka Land got shut down.” – You say.

You think for a bit, last time they were spread by disguised heretics, but ultimately they supposedly came from somewhere in the Ecclesiarchy.

Also, in the weeks following the incident, you have spoken to Namara about the Four Saints found in the pamphlet. All were from her backwater feudal home world of Gomorrah, which as far as you can tell, was overrun by xenos and traitors not that long ago, though news of the loss seems to have been covered up.

Saint Victor Krump, The Angel of Victory, The Holy Fury, The Red Saint. A recent figure, unlike the other three, he is a Saint from the same Crusade that brought you to this world. A Commissar at the time of his transformation, he was famous for his martial prowess, bloodthirstiness, and disdain for the weak. His followers that you encountered the last time around became gradually more mentally unstable, and were prone to violence and painting themselves red, sometimes with blood. It shouldn’t be too hard to spot them.

Saint Ninian Vitalis, The Nature Angel, The Healer, The Woodsman. Centuries ago, he helped cleanse the Vapour Jungles of Namara’s home world of feral orks by teaching soldiers to use herbs, fungi, poisons, and animal parts to withstand the poisons, diseases, and chemical mists of the Vapour Jungles. When he ascended to Sainthood, his blood was so Holy it could cure any injury or illness, and even revive the dead. You rarely encountered his followers during the “Incident”, but those you did encounter seemed to be trying to use tainted filth to acquire unnatural resiliency. Shouldn’t be too hard to spot either, but you have a feeling they will be hiding somewhere gross.
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>>4929016

Saint Sasha, The Happiness Angel, The Pure, Founder of the City of Sodom. So old that no one remembers his or her original gender, so is often represented ambiguously. It is said Sasha was key in the original conquests of Gomorrah, and founded the Holy City of Sodom based on the notions of the glorification of the holy human form, the beatification of the functional, and the importance in beauty, joy, and pride in all walks of life. You encountered no shortage of his or her followers the last time around. Wild and degenerate, they will fit right in here as long as they stick to the red light districts, but you might be able to track some down.

Saint Augustus Trinidad, The Architect of War. An Imperial Guard tactician of peerless ability. Centuries ago, his brilliant strategies, statecraft, and gift for espionage saved Gomorrah from a sinister rebellion. Decades later, he was declared a Saint on Gomorrah after he and 80 other key figures died off world on the eve of launching a new Crusade. During the “Incident” his followers seemed to be the ringleaders of the heretic cabal, particularly those who belonged to the mysterious HYDRA IX. You doubt you will be able to find them, even if you tried. But they may find you if you are not careful.

You briefly wonder if the Four Saints were tainted themselves, or merely a means to help draw the minds of the hapless individuals who completed the multiple choice questionnaire in the pamphlet towards one of the many shades of evil present in the Warp.

>Go check the local temples and religious sects, maybe one of them is handing out the pamphlets.

>Go investigate some clubs, maybe you will get lucky and somehow be able to tell the difference between genuine heretics and run of the mill rich degenerates.

>Go investigate the waste water treatment plants, “Nature Angels” seem to be drawn to filth, literally
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>>4929021
>Go check the local temples and religious sects, maybe one of them is handing out the pamphlets.
Probably the safer option for now, though waste water treatment plant is probably more likely to hit "pay dirt"
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>>4927793
>Flee the resort, no way you are living through another outbreak of warp madness
Hahahahaaaa fuck that noise let's get a boat some supplies and get the fuck out of here
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>>4929021
>Go check the local temples and religious sects, maybe one of them is handing out the pamphlets.
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>>4929021
>Go investigate the waste water treatment plants, “Nature Angels” seem to be drawn to filth, literally
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>>4929021
>>Go check the local temples and religious sects, maybe one of them is handing out the pamphlets.
Seems like the fastest option initially, then we can worry about the others
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>>4929021
>Go check the local temples and religious sects, maybe one of them is handing out the pamphlets.
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>>4929021
>>Go check the local temples and religious sects, maybe one of them is handing out the pamphlets.
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>Go check the local temples and religious sects, maybe one of them is handing out the pamphlets.

You decide to go straight to the theoretical source of the pamphlets instead of trying to track down potential tainted.

If you can’t find any obvious signs that religious groups are handing out the pamphlets, then perhaps it is just a fluke and you can go back to your life of idle luxury.

Not surprisingly, there aren’t too many temples and religious clubs on an island chain dedicated to hedonism and decadence, but it still takes many hours to scout out the various buildings where such groups meet. You don’t see any obvious signs that pamphlets are being distributed, but perhaps they are being given out only on certain days, or to select groups.

As you stand outside the isolated Temple of Saint Avum (open only one day a week it turns out) you resign yourself to the fact that this might take a while, and you are just going to have to learn to live with fear and anxiety until you either find something, or go several weeks without finding anything. You have been up all night searching, and it is now approaching dawn. To your surprise, you find yourself actually hoping the Inquisition will contact you, just so you could pass the information on to them and have them resolve the issue.

++Ask, and you shall receive.++

You give out a short squeak of surprise and discomfort as a husky woman’s voice echoes smugly through your mind.

You and Namara turn, and see that two other woman have approached you without you noticing.

It takes a moment, but you recognize them both.

Trish is a medical orderly you befriended back at Camp Xenos Purge, your fateful first and only posting during your brief service in the Imperial Guard. You last saw her drifting into the orbit of the “Happiness Angels” just prior to when the pamphlet inspired insanity first broke out.

Kayla is a heretic who “rescued” you from a cage that some ork freebootaz left you in, though her motives were less than pure, quite the opposite really. Judging by that brief encounter, she is either a “Happiness Angel”, “Architect”, or maybe both.

Panicked, you fumble for the small stub pistol in your handbag that Namara “borrowed” for you from the PDF camp.

“Well that is no way to greet an old friend, and I saved your life, remember?” - Says Kayla.

Technically true, her companions would have likely killed you had she not intervened, but at the time she made it rather clear she wasn’t doing it for your sake.

“Do you really think we have only one person on the inside?” - Kayla continues, and this time she is holding an Inquisitorial Rosette.

You realize she is likely referring to the mysterious masked man who helped you on several occasions during the “Incident”.
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>>4930503

You also remember hearing back at Camp Xenos Purge, just prior to the "Incident", just how connected Kayla was to several people who ended up being the likely orchestrators of the pamphlet distribution there. If she was undercover, clearly she would have been well placed to stop the pamphlet distribution at Camp Xenos Purge, but did nothing, resulting in the loss of a number of people you considered friends.

You feel anger bubbling to the surface of your emotions.

“Let’s not get too excited here, don’t forget who you are dealing with, and how we saved your butt when almost anyone else would have been happy to let you burn... Slowly” – Kayla states rather icily. “Sometimes things have to happen the way they happen. For the Greater Good, some would say.” She smirks at her own joke, a clear reference to the propaganda favored by the foul Tau and their misguided followers.

“Why do you always come to me? I am nobody” – You say softly, thoroughly intimidated.

“You have a bit of brains to you, and a bit of guts. And more importantly a lot of luck, and a certain touch of Fate, at least according to my Master” – Kayla replies.

“More importantly, you viewed a tainted pamphlet, but were not corrupted. This has caused you to acquire what I like to think of as the “Disdain of Dark Gods”. It grants you a certain immunity the Powers of the Warp, simply because they determined you were not worthy of their attention” – Kayla continues.

“But I never read the pamphlet!” - You protest, but even as you do, you remember Namara shoving in your face while she explained the “Four Saints”. Apparently that was enough for such a tainted item. You resolve never to even touch one of the pamphlets again.

“Even minor contact with the pamphlet can affect you. Although a preacher might say only Faith and Contempt for the Dark Gods can protect you, our research so far indicates that those who earn the “Disdain of the Dark Gods” usually simply aren’t of interest to the entities of the Warp” – Kayla muses.

++Let’s see what is in your mind.++

++Emotionally dry. Useful. Probably explains why you are still sane. You may consider yourself prone to hysteria, but fate has played you many bad hands, and you kept it together when many others would not. But "They" don’t like that, "They" prefer their servants to have a certain...emotional vigor++

++A yearning for luxury, but stymied by lack of ambition and both fear of, and blind faith in, those with authority. They don’t like that either++

++Abundant curiosity, and unusually suppressed libido, both of which are barely held in check by a strong inclination to follow the rules. The Dark Prince or the Changer of Ways would have likely gotten you if it weren’t for the fact you arrived late during the Ritual, and the chaos in the camp made you suspicious of everything. The pamphlets work best on the unsuspecting.++
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>>4930512

Having Kayla paw through your mind is even worst than when Handson did it.

The inherent violation of telepathic intrusion combined with the unholiness of the two titles spoken in your mind cause your guts to clench, your skin to crawl, and your head to spin with nausea, vertigo, and a splitting headache. When Kayla is finally done satisfying her curiosity, you fall to your knees coughing up vomit.

“As for you, there is no great mystery. Thypptyklpt has claimed the souls of all from your world, even those who left before the Fall, and none of the minor warp entities involved in the creation of the pamphlets will contest that claim.” - Kayla says, and you realize she has been talking to Namara, who has been silent since the Kayla and Trish first arrived.

“Well, this was a fun little psychological assessment, but the second part to the answer to your question is that what you did back in Wonka Land wasn’t really that important. You retrieved just two of the dozens of objectives secured that day, with hundreds of other items destroyed by that idiot Chalmers.

Which brings me to the real reason I am here in the first place. The Inquisition has another task for you. Over the next few days, this region will be subjected to fighting and terrors that will make your experiences in Wonka Land look like a walk in the park. While the Inquisition focuses our efforts on the real work that needs to be done, it never hurts to have a few contingencies in place, and you are now one of them.

A certain xenos breed we have been investigating lately has the ability to counter the effects of the warp. You place these six items at these points on the island, and it should prevent certain enemies from creating another warp storm like they did back in Wonka Land.”

During Kayla’s long winded explanation of your new mission, you rise shakily to your feet, just in time for Kayla to shove a map in your face with six Xs drawn on it.

Trish has also moved in close, and opens a duffel bag to show you six silvery metallic cylinders with glowing green circuitry.

Trish is much more subdued than you remember, and has neither said anything or made eye contact since arriving.

“Well, knock yourselves out, and in the unlikely event you survive, met us at the red circle on the map, because, hey, why not, even someone like you might be able to tip the balance in our favor.”

With that final, demoralizing remark, Kayla and Trish depart, leaving behind the map and the duffel bag full of the strange xenos artifacts.

>Check map for nearest objective

>Curl up in a ball and start crying

>Make plans to escape the island as soon as possible
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>>4930518
I'm...hesitant...to participate in this plan, it is still ambiguous whether Handson and his minions were even actually inquisition or just heretics disguising themselves as such and manipulating us. Wasn't it?

I suppose if we complete this task and all it ends up doing is completing a chaos ritual we'll know for sure whether they are loyal servants of the Emperor or not, right before we die.

>Check map for nearest objective

>Make plans for our eventual escape from the island, after all, they didn't give us an extraction location this time.
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>>4930553
I support that. Let's at least try and come up with an escape plan on the way to the objectives.
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>>4930553
>I'm...hesitant...to participate in this plan, it is still ambiguous whether Handson and his minions were even actually inquisition or just heretics disguising themselves as such and manipulating us. Wasn't it?
That's pretty much just how it goes with the Inquisition, isn't it?
>>Check map for nearest objective
Might as well get to work...
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>>4930518
>Check map for nearest objective
>Make plans for our eventual escape from the island, after all, they didn't give us an extraction location this time.

Well here's hoping we're actually working for the inquisition (wow what a sentence) rather than someone posing as them.
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>>4930518
>Curl up in a ball and start crying
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>>4930518
Bitch didn't even give us any information on what we're up against or access to any equipment. Hopefully those spots are in public areas and not at say, the rooftops of private or restricted buildings.
>Check map for nearest objective
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Given her noting our “fear of, and blind faith in, those with authority” it would surprise me if she was just a heretic trying to take advantage of us.
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>>4931468
wouldn't*
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>>4931138
I reckon it might be something to do with the Necrons, based on her general description. If it is, Kayla wouldn't bother explaining the details (Rhea probably has never heard of Necrons) and might not really know them herself.
>>4931468
Radical Inquisitor, Heretic; what's the difference, really?
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>>4931817
She said the artifacts are to curtail further warp storms, so we're up against warp shenanigans again. I meant it'd be nice if she would tell us what's arrayed against us. Last encounter we saw orks, Alpha legionaries, minor daemons, abominable intelligence, and corporate suits. Will we be up against all of these again? She didn't even offer us a basic laspistol or something. Bitch
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>>4931848
I don't know the details because I haven't read the fluff in question, but to me that sounds like the Necron pylons on Cadia. I don't think any other race has something that can just turn off the warp like that.
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>>4930518
>Make plans to escape the island as soon as possible
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>>4931885
True, they appear to be Necrontyr in origin, but that's not the issue; they are just tech devices. The issue is we're being sent bare-fisted into the unknown with nothing but a map when we've already seen cultists, mutants, CSM, and daemons. We received no training whatsoever in the "guard".
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>>4932305
that's true. I guess I am just a fatalist. basically, the way I see it, Rhea should probably already consider herself dead. There's no escape from whatever she is wrapped up in, because whether Kayla is working for Alpha Legion or the Inquisition (or both) there is no question that running away now will only make it so Rhea dies tired.





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