The Measure of Man

Techmarine Gravius

Gravius steps from the drop-pod cautiously as the grav-harness releases. With less than a thought he scans the area, a bolt pistol in one hand, an auspex in the other. He gestures at the nearby dead bodies and speaks over the squad vox.
‘The Pyroclast-Gamma-9 facility records indicate three hundred workers. There are far more bodies than that here. As they have been laid out in an orderly fashion it can be concluded that they were not killed by xenos lifeforms. Be on the watch for Imperial Citizens my brothers.’
With that he starts off in the direction of the downed shuttle, eyes locked on the auspex screen, his servo-arm scanning left and right with twitchy movements.

Brother Ingram's Results

Forbidden Lore(Xenos): 30 (Success by 15)
Challenging Intelligence Test: 47 (Failure by 2)
d100: 96

Brother Ingram

78- Success.

Brothers Blainius & Ganicus

Blainius : 79
Ganicus: 51


Part IV: Pyroclast-Gamma-9

With a sound not unlike a bolter’s discharge, the ‘petals’ of the drop-pod unfurl, revealing a world bathed in twilight. The smell of blood is everywhere, decorating the frozen blue soil in patches of recent battle. To the southeast, 50 metres away, a crashed shuttle can be seen amid it’s own debris.

All Battle-Brothers make Very Easy (+30) Awareness (Per) Tests.

META: From here on out gentlemen, you are free to create your own posts in the Adventure Log, rather than Comment on this specific post. The title of your post should be your name (i.e. Brother Ingram, Techmarine Gravius).


Part III: Planetfall

You descend on wings of fire, to the tormented earth of a dying world.

Inside the thunderous, claustrophobic hold of your drop pod, the agonies of crushing G-forces enough to kill an ordinary man assault you, while outside the armoured ceramite burns like a falling star. But you are no ordinary men who endure this fiery trial — you are Space Marines, the Emperor’s chosen Angels of Death.

Within your mind you recall the mission briefing, replaying it with perfect clarity. The world below is Tantalus, a resource moon on the edge of the Castobel system, a system around which the jaws of the Great Devourer are tightening shut. Your minds focus on the goal of the mission, and you recall the last broadcast from the planet’s surface — an icy, harsh voice barking from the vox-net through howling static:

Attention Deathwatch vessel Thunder’s Word. This is Magos Biologis Zardos Vyakai. My conveyance has been fatally damaged and forced to crash-land-en-route to rendezvous zone. I survive, the datacore survives. I require immediate extraction from this location. The swarm approaches, crash site unsafe. I will seek shelter nearby until your arrival. The datacore must survive and be retrieved. Location Encarta follows. I will set this message to repeat as long as the anima endures.” Message ends.

The voice cut off and was followed by a rapid chatter of sacred binary code, before beginning again:

The swarm, five hours and counting, five hours until the whole area is swept clear of life under an unholy tide of fang, venom, and claw. Five hours. Five hours and counting.

The retro-thrusters hammer into you like a blow from an enraged god. The drop pod doors blast open and you spring forth from your crash harnesses, power armour systems already engaged, auto senses tracking, weapons in hand. The daylight wanes, and through your suits filters you detect two pervading scents on the bitterly cold air: burning chemicals and human blood.

Players choose a Drop Location on the Map to begin.


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