Dark Heresy Takes Root at Metro Wargamers
The GM reels his tale of heresy and betrayal in the far flung future
Six enthusiastic players came together this Sunday at Metro Wargamers to do something that hasn't been done there in many years: roll up characters, grab d10, and jump into a science fiction role playing adventure. Gaylord ran an adventure in the gothic war torn future of Warhammer 40K, using FFG Dark Heresy rules ( http://new.fantasyflightgames.com/edge_minisite.asp?eidm=50&enmi=Dark%20Heresy ).
Players ranged from age 9 to 53, and characters ranged from slightly demented Imperial Guard tough guys to tough talking bureaucrats. The adventure pitted this band of Inquisitorial Acolytes again aristocrates and politicians, mutants and cultists.
Even Igor got into the act, pursuing the Dark Heresy rules
The plan was to have a 'one shot' game, jsut to give it a try. Based on the enthusiastic response it looks like we will have another session of Dark Heresy in a few weeks, and it would not be surprising if this story-rich game became a regular at the club.
Post on the Yahoo site ( http://games.groups.yahoo.com/group/Metrowargamers/) if you are interested in rooting out the heretics, xenos, and mutant threat to our Imperium.
Even Igor got into the act, pursuing the Dark Heresy rules
The plan was to have a 'one shot' game, jsut to give it a try. Based on the enthusiastic response it looks like we will have another session of Dark Heresy in a few weeks, and it would not be surprising if this story-rich game became a regular at the club.
Post on the Yahoo site ( http://games.groups.yahoo.com/group/Metrowargamers/) if you are interested in rooting out the heretics, xenos, and mutant threat to our Imperium.
Labels: Dark Heresy, Role Playing Game, Warhammer 40K
posted by Mike Willner at
10:13 PM
1 Comments:
LOL! Lots of fun!!! The memory of our casual and abrupt visit into the sewer of the hive.
"Uh Oh" the pilot said.
"What?" snarled the veterans of the Tranch war. They had seen too much in their lives and cool was their constant state. Still, each one of them was concious that their lives were held in the capacity of the pilot at the wheel. His comment shook them.
"A missile..." The pilot said. His sentence was cut-off as an explosion suddenly jolted the little craft to the left.
"Brace yourselves!" the pilot yelled out as the trio of guardsmen did just that. "We're going down.
Through a series of manuevers that can only be described as exotic, the pilot managed to 'land' the craft in the underbelly of the hive. Its sewers. The Underhive.
The flyer landed on a soft gooey slush. "Everybody ok?" Growled, Magnus who was sitting in the shotgun seat.
His colleagues responded affirmitively. Magnus turned to the pilot "Thanks."
"Don't mention it."
Then a shrieking howling scream penetrated the hull of the flyer.
They stared out through the front windshield into the murky gloom. "Does this thing have flood lamps?"
The pilot responded by turning them on, and the outside was suddenly illuminated. Only to show the guardsmen the swarm of mutated bodies that were wading through the muck towards them.
"Looks like trouble." Said Larkin, as he powered his Lasgun immediately.
Magnus, and Rahm did the same. "This is it, fellas." Magnus said. "You got any big guns on this thing?" He asked the pilot as they stared at the oncoming horde.
"Nope..."
"Turn on the beacon, get the comm going, our best chance is to hold them off till someone comes to get us." Magnus snarled, powering his own Lasgun.
"I got a fire-bomb...should do nicely in that pack." Rahm offered.
Magnus smiled..."Good thinking...we'll punch out the window, and cover you while you take out a bunch of them."
"Sounds like a plan." Rahm said, as he readied his grenade.
The pilot moved out of his seat, to the back of the flyer to turn on the beacon. Just as he turned to alert the others of his accomplishment, the back cargo hatch exploded!
All but the pilot were fine, albeit a bit shaken. But they had seen worse. What awaited the mutants was a hailfire of Lasgun, and shotgun bursts, emanating from the makeshift bunker of a flyer into the crowded throng of mutants.
Then the large disgusting multi-headed hydrant porcupinish freak approached them, letting lose a hail of 'hail' projectiles into the little flyer. Rahm, adn Magnus took hits.
"Take him down!" roard Magnus as the trio began to concentrate their fire on the mutant creature.
It was not too long before Rahm gave the creature the killing blow with his Lasgun.
Then the group resumed their fire into the piling throng. As they approached closer, Larkin noted a small red dot appearing on the ground before the horde.
"Its closer to them than it is to us! Keep firing!" Magnus yelled.
In the midst of the hailstorm, a keening whistle of a decending projectile could be heard.
Suddenly a Space Marine Drop Pod splashed into the muck between the guardsmen and the Mutants, crushing a number beneath it. Out poured the Ultra Marines in their blue ceramite, blasting happily away.
The guardsmen looked disappointed.
"Heck." Larkin said.
"Yeah, We were doing just fine." Magnus responded.
'hey fellas, you still alive' Their ear-piece voxxes awoke with chatter.
It was the other half of Inquisitor Grotto's mission team. The Adept, the tech priest, and Ponce, the fourth guardsman.
"Well, come on out of there...we've come to get you."
"What took you so long?" Rahm responded.
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