jbeil

Warhammer 40k: Enemy Without, Enemy Within - an 'Ecclesiarchal' RP [Mature][High Casual/Low Advanced]

I'll start work on my post tomorrow - I might have to ask a few questions in the process but hopefully you'll forgive me for a bit of a wait - lots of things on at the moment, and in my local store I'm the only one producing any points for Chaos by getting all my old models painted (still only had one win though!)

Warhammer 40k: Enemy Without, Enemy Within - an 'Ecclesiarchal' RP [Mature][High Casual/Low Advanced]

Consider my promethium ignited.

Warhammer 40k: Enemy Without, Enemy Within - an 'Ecclesiarchal' RP [Mature][High Casual/Low Advanced]

Does everyone still have a pulse?

Warhammer 40k: Enemy Without, Enemy Within - an 'Ecclesiarchal' RP [Mature][High Casual/Low Advanced]

I've been waiting...

Warhammer 40k: Enemy Without, Enemy Within - an 'Ecclesiarchal' RP [Mature][High Casual/Low Advanced]

Assuming the PDF compound and the camp are one and the same, if the 're-educated citizens' (read; 'angry mob') arrive there, what's to stop the Inquisitor and perhaps one or two others sneaking in unnoticed? A few score peasants with flaming torches and angry slogans is quite distracting...

Warhammer 40k: Enemy Without, Enemy Within - an 'Ecclesiarchal' RP [Mature][High Casual/Low Advanced]

Um...hello?

Warhammer 40k: Enemy Without, Enemy Within - an 'Ecclesiarchal' RP [Mature][High Casual/Low Advanced]

Onwards to victory!

That speech reminded me of the rules GW produced in 2004 for militant fanatics in WD 291 - lots of fun to play with, just don't expect them to reach the enemy in big numbers!

Warhammer 40k: Enemy Without, Enemy Within - an 'Ecclesiarchal' RP [Mature][High Casual/Low Advanced]

Marco?

Warhammer 40k: Enemy Without, Enemy Within - an 'Ecclesiarchal' RP [Mature][High Casual/Low Advanced]

A bit short and pants - so now the bar is set nice and low for the rest of you to smash!

Warhammer 40k: Enemy Without, Enemy Within - an 'Ecclesiarchal' RP [Mature][High Casual/Low Advanced]

Lisbeth did not make much noise during the journey; she simply saluted the Confessor as he and his entourage left, and filed away quietly into the transport. Despite the slowly-scabbing wounds beneath her gauntlets and the flash-burns from near-misses with lasgun fire, she was content. She had been given her orders by a duly appointed servant of the Emperor, and had in turn been a receptacle for His will, and an instrument of His judgement. She needed nothing else. Two hours of prayer beneath her breath, for victory and for vengeance, passed without incident, aside for a few potholes and the occasional sharp brake shaking the Sisters within the van around like beads in a jar.

The car stopped, and Lisbeth rose; even inside the van she was able to stand more or less upright, though her bulky frame meant that a modicum of shoving was inevitable. Her first instinct would have been to simply drive at the gates with fire and drive the disbelievers into the darkness, but the noble Inquisitor seemed to prefer more clandestine - some would say dishonourable - methods. Her mouth hung open uselessly for a few moments, before she looked down to her belt and recalled the grenades jingling around beside her ridiculous belt of rosaries.

"Inquisitor," she offered, raising a bouquet of frag grenades, "How big would a distraction need to be for you to get to where you are needed?"