Darth Sebious Play Rogue Trader: Brusk’s Diary - Footfall Part One
Been meaning to catch up with these for such a long time, because there is a lot of fun and madness that needs to be shared.
POSSIBLE CORE RULEBOOK/ HOSTILE ACQUISITIONS SPOILERS
Footfall, fuggin Footfall.
What a half-arsed mess. Held together with the same thing as those lording it up on that Emperor forsaken rock, spit and spite, but work is work and a prize like the Dreadpearl is worth getting your hands dirty. Hell, it can even be fun!
Before we even landed Torian and Metallus nearly went at it, as Sparks wanted to flush the hiver’s inferno pistol out the airlock because of some heresy of techno-blasphemy, which was a fun altercation to watch.
We arrived at the bustling port and were promptly set upon by a loudmouthed group of drunken sailers, who found themselves slaughtered by some ferocious and weird looking xenos mercenaries. Ate their bloody hearts! In unison! Madness, but they offered a their services to gather intel on the crazy Chaos bastards that we tangled with before, because we bloody need revenge!
We hit the markets and bizarre bazaars, where I found myself a old, dented set of Power Armour, which I just about managed to squeeze into. Torian failed to find a replacement arm, which was rather amusing.
I copped some flak from a mouthy drunk and promptly nutted him and drew my hellgun, but two servitors and their gang appeared, so we made a quick escape. I learnt my lesson with servitors the hard way, fuggin’ dead eyed freaks!
We hit a bar and tried to pick up some info, but wound up running into some officers who were trying to take us for troublemaking, so we high-tailed it and managed to lose them.
We made it back to an inn were a servo skull found us and invited us to a banquet the gentry were throwing. Sounded strange, but you don’t pass up free grub after being starved in a cell, so off we went.
The place was ridiculous! A bloody pantomime of pomp and importance; people acting how they thought they should act, as if they were the Terran royalty, which they clearly weren’t. All fur coat and no knickers! But free grub is free grub and there was always the chance of loose lips.
Our host, Tarthis Moros, a vast beast of metal and pale flesh, encumbrant on a palanquin and surrounded by servitors ad concubines, invited us to partake in the food.
What a spread! It all looked about as appetising as Ork stool, but we had to make an impression, so I picked up what was ominously described as a ‘deep warp eel’ which writhed and squealed as I gulped it down.
Tasted like everything and nothing…like chicken, bad, bad chicken. Made me sweaty and vertiginous, and I could feel something wailing in the back of my skull. Watching Torian slurp Ork Spinal fluid and the look on his face, soon had me laughing, hysterically.
Suitably impressed with our trying the abominable food, those around us became more chatty. We learned that the Seven Witches were to having a foretelling at the Obsidian Emporium, which there is an auction for places tomorrow night.
With everything we needed to know, we head back to the inn, but not enforce I polished off a few throat crabs and crunched the viscous bleeders down.
On the way back we stumbled across a mutant gang, who we tore to pieces and incinerated, with Malleus and Torian melting them with inferno pistols, Sparks pulling them Bolter shells and myself cleaving them in two with my chainaxe.
We tried to question the remaining mutant, but he wouldn’t talk, so we executed him.
We bunked down for the night and in the morning I could tell something was different…my arms had grown to hulking proportion, presumably warped by the damned warp eel. They might look odd and the power armour no longer fits, but they feel mighty powerful and I kinda like them.
Torian managed to find an arm in the markets, before we were beckoned into an alley by an old man, who was beset by more mutants. Torian made one erupt like a volcano and the rest fled, leaving us with the old man who thanked us and told us more about the auction tonight, including many powerful figures and rumours of their insane bids.
We needed to come up with something grand and impressive to bid by tonight.
(This was another great session and apologies if it isn’t exactly as it happened, it was a while ago now and my in game notes are lengthy and indecipherable most of the time.)
If any of you guys have any characters, tales, adventures, write ups, campaigns or anything roleplay or geeky gaming, we would love to hear from you and share the joy.
- Darth Sebious