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Warhammer 40k: Wheels within Wheels, an Inquisitorial RP

Dramatis Personae of the Inquisitorial Retinue

Gustave 'Goose' Boucher - Former Guardsman of the 78th Bristonian Hellhounds - @Searat

Sister Julianna - Sister of The Order of the Fiery Thorn - @Roland

Dr. Lazarus Germael - Scintillian Naval First Lieutenant and Certified Doctor - @ReedeThe23rd

Thiago Duarte - Glavian Pilot and Gunslinger - @Jb

Warhammer 40k: Wheels within Wheels, an Inquisitorial RP

@Searat@Roland@ReedeThe23rd@Katthaj@BCTheEntity

Artificial light seared the half-open eyes of the hanging figure – human, male, stripped of all clothing and belongings – as a narrow beam hit his face once more, the remainder of the nondescript room left in utter darkness. The chains that suspended him from the ceiling jingled slightly, loud in his ears and in the mostly empty room, as he shifted his swollen features in the direction of the torches glare.

“Why must we continue this game, Interrogator?” Came a voice from somewhere and nowhere all at once, hot breath now coming from the cracked lips of the captive as he tried to focus on the sound with only his one remaining ear, “we have gone around in circles for several days now, and yet you refuse to tell me anything – I am a patient man, but even I have my limits.”

There was much stress on the last word, something or someone moving in the shadows at the fringes of Salah Alikahn's distorted vision, the Inquisitorial apprentice having been doing his best to keep mental note of everything and anyone he could since his abrupt capture.

Only now did a door proper open off to the side, a shuffling sound causing Salah to crane his cramped neck to see again the broad shape of his torturer.

“Hum... well, let us begin once more, shall we?”

---

Almost nothing moved in the gravitational well of Taskana IV, save for a few merchant vessels and orbital patrol craft of the Planetary Naval Defence Force – the latter consisting of generally out of commission frigates and one or two larger classes of ship, enough to fight of a raid but lacking if it came to a determined assault by well equipped adversaries – all orbiting the planet much as they did day after day, indeed only one thing seemed different, and this went very much unnoticed by those guarding the planet or trading either.

In size it was smaller even than the frigates of the PNDF, capable of holding a skeleton crew of trained professionals and any passengers required to be somewhere undetected and at speed, the colouring a solid black marked only with a crimson and stylised =][= of the Emperor's Inquisition adoring it's hull.

At this point it was nought more than a semi-visible object to the eye, light bending about it to conceal it from observers, sensor dampeners of the most sophisticated assortment meanwhile made certain that it went unheeded by pretty much any and all standard devices within the Imperium.

“Captain Galini, we are now in orbit of the planet.”

A stern-faced woman in a uniform so crisp it could have cut a finger gave the slightest of nods to her helmsman and pressed a button on her command throne.

“This is Captain Galini to the passengers, we shall be delivering you to the planet within the next two hours, please prepare yourselves for departure.”

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Thiago Duarte was sat in the cockpit of the guncutter Pond Skipper when the Captains message came over the ships internal vox, a smile spreading across his face, one gloved hand running a hand over his thin moustache and twirling the end as he thought about their briefing 'with' Inquisitor Lycus.

It had been a week earlier, the holographic projection of the shadowy Inquisitor (if indeed it even was him at all, and Thiago had his sincere doubts) all deep hooded robes so voluminous that one could not even see a face in it's shadowy folds, his voice so chilling that it still made the Glavians skin crawl to remember it.

Several persons of interest did the group have on Taskana IV, so he said - a xenobiologist named Doctor Zahn, a known criminal boss called Augustus Neep and a noblewoman grown rich on the grox burger trade Avelina Gadise – all potentially involved in the abduction of Interrogator Alikhan, or at least with information pertaining to it.

Honestly he had paid little attention to it, being a simple pilot (and gunslinger if the situation called for it), his silver-veined hands already running over the flight instruments before him in planning to deliver his passengers to the surface of the agri-hive world below.

Taskana IV was the Helvin Expanses major exporter of grox meat, and under the Gadise Consortium had made famous their interplanetary fast-food chain 'Grox Shop', which the pilot had heard served some of the most succulent food around. Then there was the rest of it, that not taken up with grox herding and rearing, constituting of several hive cities that made up the population centres of the planet, it was to one of these that he would be taking the Inquisitors Acolytes.

When they arrived that is.

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History Roll

History = 1d8 + 1 = 5

It was not for the first time that day (or even in the last half hour of the tedious boat journey) that the stolid and stoic Dwarf wondered why he even put up with the company of Men, the youthful energy they possessed on both a racial and personal level doing much to advance his disapproval, and just as much to wear away at his seemingly infinite store of patience – it was not infinite, but to show any form of discomfort, even emotional, in front of these long-limbed jabber-monkeys would have been unthinkable.

With eyes half closed and refusing to take a seat on the ferry boat - choosing instead to stand firmly with his legs firmly planted and a shoulders width apart, hands as big as plates placed one atop the other on the bottom of the upturned axe haft – Wēlanandaz took the appearance of some primordial statue or fear-inducing gargoyle, a stone-made figurehead ever watchful at the rear of the vessel.

One may enquire as to why the Dwarf elder had even travelled this far with his Dre Costan shadow, and the answer was quite simple. Emilio Virtoli was a human in a generally human dominated world and society, could talk the hind legs off of a donkey (or any animal for that matter), and possessed the natural charisma that those of his ilk were renowned for in the wider world... his business acumen and 'get go' didn't do the pair any harm either, Wēlanandaz supposed with nought more than an exhalation of breath.

As usual the Dwarf simply allowed Emilio to open his mouth, glancing at their surroundings mistrustfully all the while, sometimes at the boy and often more at the broad back of the father, the only one on the boat he felt any sort of true connection with; truly the man appeared to take as much pleasure in idle chatter and rowing a large and deep body of water as he did himself.

The only good thing about this journey thus far was that it would soon be over, the shoreline in sight after what seemed like an eternity of watery Hell!

While the boat made it's way toward the shore the resolute figure began to wrack his mind and memories for any scrap of information he could recall about their rapidly closing destination, stroking a hand over his beard as he did so but saying nothing.

@Tony Pajamas@POOHEAD189

The Blackwood

Wēlanandaz the Smith

(Art can be found here!)

Wēlanandaz the Smith

Dwarve | 412 | Male

Appearance

For the most part Wēlanandaz bears the appearance of a friendly, yet mischievous, old grandfather or uncle... if somewhat shorter than those of other races.

His hair, grown impressive in length and kept neat and tidy with comb and time, matches his equally awe-inspiring beard in the sheer white of its colour and fullness of volume – a part of his 'look' that is as important to him as the dourness and granite-like elements of his personality.

Beneath the snow-coloured follicles is a broad face of blue eyes, glittering with roguery as much as the wisdom expected from one of his extended years, leathery flesh grown into such by decades and centuries at the forge – travelling when necessary under mountains and into dales, over seas and beyond tundras – marked by wrinkles and other signs that Humans would see on the older members of their race.

In body he is as broad and stout as the most well-built human, his arms like the trunks of an especially hardy tree attached to a torso as square and firm as the mountain rock from which he hails, legs like piston-powered pillars able to drive him through water, snow and mud as assuredly as the sun will rise.

Unlike those Dwarves known as warriors, all plate metal and whirling blades, his occupation as a smith has made it essential that he is able to move and shift freely. To this end he prefers hardened or stiffened leather, but generally chooses to wear a hauberk of mail over a gambeson if conflict is on the horizon, his ancestral helmet taken everywhere... as is his pipe and a supply of leaf, and the most basic tools of his lifelong vocation.

Capable of using most melee weapons with some competence due to his age and profession, he girds himself with a wickedly sharp axe, capable of being wielded with one or both hands when required, and a stout shield marked with the runic symbols and representations of his craggy Thudrim and ancestral line.

Personality

Wēlanandaz is old and experienced enough to bring with him an air of semi-arrogance that only those of his age and position can, probably seeming cocky and patronising when not staring into flames or nothingness with typical Dwarvish reticence, the one 'problem' being that he can usually back up with action whatever he claims or boasts with words.

That being said, he is even more reserved about his past and deeds than a Dwarf commonly is, more stone-like than others of his folk, something hanging over him that prevents him from ever truly being happy or joyous as he may – he does not speak of such things to anyone.

All-in-all he exemplifies in personality all that non-Dwarves believe from their outside viewings, an aged being seemingly carved from the very rock of the Earth, or by Runars divine hand, ostensibly robust enough to weather and endure seasons, battles and suffering as stolidly as a lighthouse in a thunderous sea and with as little change.

One thing that does become his delight is, of course, the art of the craftsman – and of working metal in particular – Wēlanandaz known by his own folk as a compulsive artisan, journeyman and tinkerer, 'magical' with a forge, an anvil, and a hammer so they say!

Background

• Journeyman and Smith
• Commoner
• Last in a long line of blacksmiths

History WIP

Motivation

To continue his travels, to extend his own skills beyond that of any other, and to redeem himself in the eyes of his people.

Capabilities

Attributes

Combat [1/1]

• One Handed Cleaving Weapon (1)
• Two-handed Cleaving Weapon (1)
• Cleave and Shield (1)

Intelligence [1/1]

• Blacksmithing (Craft) (2)
• Literacy (1)
• History (1)
• Religion (Runar) (1)

Charisma [0/1]

Health [1/1]

• Fortitude (1)
• Toughness (1)
• Stamina (1)

Faculties [1/1]

• Resolve (1)
• Willpower (1)

Agility [1/1]

• Balance (1)

Mysticism [0/3]

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Equipment

• Hauberk of mail and ancestral helm
• A travellers cloak
• Axe and Shield
• Pipe and pipe leaf
• Rudimentary smithing tool set

Money

3 Royals, 11 Lordlings and 13 Commons

Languages

Northern, Drimgoth, and the Dwarven tongue

All for one for all! | A Warhammer Fantasy Int. Check

I am arrived! Now where is everyone else.

The Blackwood

@POOHEAD189 My thanks sirrah, I shall endeavour to be worthy of the acceptance.

The Blackwood

@Jb Hey there friend, seems like you missed a little detail from the character guide. You might want to rethink your current build, as you're allowed a maximum of 19 points on stats (you've spent 33!).

@Duck

"Going to be honest here, I've no idea how the numbers work for stats, but I've given it a shot!" - Me.

Thanks for informing me though, I'll get on that.

The Blackwood

Wēlanandaz the Smith

(Art can be found here!)

Wēlanandaz the Smith

Dwarve | 412 | Male

Appearance

For the most part Wēlanandaz bears the appearance of a friendly, yet mischievous, old grandfather or uncle... if somewhat shorter than those of other races.

His hair, grown impressive in length and kept neat and tidy with comb and time, matches his equally awe-inspiring beard in the sheer white of its colour and fullness of volume – a part of his 'look' that is as important to him as the dourness and granite-like elements of his personality.

Beneath the snow-coloured follicles is a broad face of blue eyes, glittering with roguery as much as the wisdom expected from one of his extended years, leathery flesh grown into such by decades and centuries at the forge – travelling when necessary under mountains and into dales, over seas and beyond tundras – marked by wrinkles and other signs that Humans would see on the older members of their race.

In body he is as broad and stout as the most well-built human, his arms like the trunks of an especially hardy tree attached to a torso as square and firm as the mountain rock from which he hails, legs like piston-powered pillars able to drive him through water, snow and mud as assuredly as the sun will rise.

Unlike those Dwarves known as warriors, all plate metal and whirling blades, his occupation as a smith has made it essential that he is able to move and shift freely. To this end he prefers hardened or stiffened leather, but generally chooses to wear a hauberk of mail over a gambeson if conflict is on the horizon, his ancestral helmet taken everywhere... as is his pipe and a supply of leaf, and the most basic tools of his lifelong vocation.

Capable of using most melee weapons with some competence due to his age and profession, he girds himself with a wickedly sharp axe, capable of being wielded with one or both hands when required, and a stout shield marked with the runic symbols and representations of his craggy Thudrim and ancestral line.

Personality

Wēlanandaz is old and experienced enough to bring with him an air of semi-arrogance that only those of his age and position can, probably seeming cocky and patronising when not staring into flames or nothingness with typical Dwarvish reticence, the one 'problem' being that he can usually back up with action whatever he claims or boasts with words.

That being said, he is even more reserved about his past and deeds than a Dwarf commonly is, more stone-like than others of his folk, something hanging over him that prevents him from ever truly being happy or joyous as he may – he does not speak of such things to anyone.

All-in-all he exemplifies in personality all that non-Dwarves believe from their outside viewings, an aged being seemingly carved from the very rock of the Earth, or by Runars divine hand, ostensibly robust enough to weather and endure seasons, battles and suffering as stolidly as a lighthouse in a thunderous sea and with as little change.

One thing that does become his delight is, of course, the art of the craftsman – and of working metal in particular – Wēlanandaz known by his own folk as a compulsive artisan, journeyman and tinkerer, 'magical' with a forge, an anvil, and a hammer so they say!

Background

• Journeyman and Smith
• Commoner
• Last in a long line of blacksmiths

History WIP

Motivation

To continue his travels, to extend his own skills beyond that of any other, and to redeem himself in the eyes of his people.

Capabilities

Attributes

Combat [1/1]

• One Handed Cleaving Weapon (1)
• Two-handed Cleaving Weapon (1)
• Cleave and Shield (1)

Intelligence [1/1]

• Blacksmithing (Craft) (2)
• Literacy (1)
• History (1)
• Religion (Runar) (1)

Charisma [0/1]

Health [1/1]

• Fortitude (1)
• Toughness (1)
• Stamina (1)

Faculties [1/1]

• Resolve (1)
• Willpower (1)

Agility [1/1]

• Balance (1)

Mysticism [0/3]

---

Equipment

• Hauberk of mail and ancestral helm
• Axe and Shield
• Pipe and pipe leaf
• Rudimentary smithing tool set

Money

3 Royals, 11 Lordlings and 13 Commons

Languages

Northern, Drimgoth, and the Dwarven tongue

Going to be honest here, I've no idea how the numbers work for stats, but I've given it a shot!

So, here's a character.

Warhammer 40k: Wheels within Wheels, an Inquisitorial RP

@Guy0fV4lor@Searat@BCTheEntity@ReedeThe23rd