All Guardsmen Party Storytime

Female Inquisitor. Known consort to chaos and master manipulator

It can't be...

Hows it going shoggy?

Aand... archived now.

Continue...

...Nubby is going to be THRILLED!

Hey Shoggy. I want you to know that I love your writing, love your stories, and I pathetically check your site somewhat regularly just to see if you have a new AGP story up. It always cracks me up. Thank you man.

First time I've caught one of these live.

Just wanna say they're fantastic. Keep up the good work.

YES!

Why does that ring and bell and why does seem to have a pointer?

Interestingly, nobody present (aside from the Ganger) held us to blame for the deal with the Cartel going south. They'd already been prepping in case that notoriously mercenary institution turned on them, hence their sabotage team in the basement and all the heavy weapons they'd brought to the Bank, but the hand-off had actually been going smoothly right up to the point where the Sorceress had landed on the roof. A short chat between her and the Cartel's Planetary Executive Officer later, Security was trying (very unsuccessfully) to kill them.

At this point we had to supply some of our own details, explaining that our team had actually been trying to beat them to the prize, and all the confusion with us misidentifying them. The fringe-worlder reciprocated with the story of how their Inquisitor had nearly run into Face and our Assassin while all of them tried (and failed) to kill the Sorceress before she escaped in the PEO's armored flier. The rest we all pretty much knew: everyone started working together, Sciscitat was tasked with grabbing the artifact, but had us destroy it instead for some reason, and both teams were able to make a mostly-clean escape thanks to the "spontaneous" explosion of the power station under the Bank. Nobody had even died: most of the other team (including the tech-priest and Sister we'd shot up) had extracted via a disguised flier, while the three walking with us had pulled out on foot after getting cut off from the LZ.

So really, when you looked at things objectively, it had been a pretty successful mission. Sure, a few people had gotten shot (three times in the Cleric's case), the Arbites might've impounded our vehicles, and we'd heard some very building-collapsy sounds somewhere above us on our walk. Oh, and we'd destroyed the artifact instead of stealing it, but that had been Sciscitat's idea, not ours… Still though, not a COMPLETE failure right?

For some reason we didn't feel like the Inquisitors would agree.

Does anyone remember the time Nubby had Girlfriend?

Pretty good all things considering. It's nice to be doing this again.

Well, he at least managed to hide a few of them before his grisly death, gotta take what you can get.

we remember and I think this is her getting her revengeance

Actually, one of the two Inquisitors proved to be surprisingly reasonable about the whole thing, it just wasn't ours. We met the second team's Inquisitor as we finally climbed out of the maintenance tunnels a good two kilometers away from the Cartel's sub-spire. We exited into a disreputable looking garage, which was populated by a bunch of biker types (who could've easily been the Ganger's siblings) as well as a tired-looking truck driver and his vehicle. While our companions paid off the bikers, the truck driver took in our filth-encrusted appearances and announced that we would be riding the back. This led to a bit of difficulty when the truck's cargo area turned out to be half-full of the exact sort of boxes and metal drums that Orks hide in to ambush unsuspecting guardsmen, at least according to Twitch that is. This in itself wasn't a problem, we were perfectly willing to check the boxes for kommandos/loot before boarding, the issues was the way the driver assured us his cargo was ork-free BEFORE any of us had mentioned them. Twitch noticed this and reacted about as well as you'd expect.

Fortunately, the Inquisitor (as he was introduced to us after things had calmed down) had just as good a reaction time as Twitch, and enough telekinetic skill to jerk three successive weapons out of the demolitions trooper's grip. Even more fortunately, he proved to be a good sport about the whole thing; he even gave Twitch back his guns and let us inspect the truck's contents (no Orks, but nothing worth pocketing either sadly) before personally driving us back to our base.

Wow, I hope THIS Inquisitor a) is nice and loyal and b) actually sticks around!

I want to work for this new inquisitor, he seems nice.

What about the rupert when does he get involved? Whats happening to him?

an Inquisitor that DOESN'T mind the party's shit?
smells like endgame to me boiz

He's driving his own team around. He's one of the cool ones.

Where are all the remaining ~20ish guardsman / spare PCs from the opening? Are they just living on the Occurrence Border?

Also are the PCs controlled individually, or collectively as a group?

We didn't get to see the meeting between the two Inquisitors; in fact, we weren't even allowed into the base. Our teammates at the door, the Interrogator especially, acted like it'd been OUR idea to spend half a day tromping around in the sewers and refused to let us in until we'd visited the shallow pool of chemical-laden water that the locals referred to as a "lake". At least all the acid meant we didn't need to bother with soap... or scrubbing… Tink recommended that we clean our weapons and more delicate equipment somewhere else. Anyway, by the time we were finally readmitted to our own damn base the other team and their Inquisitor had left, leaving us without any handy distractions when Sciscitat had us step into the secure conference room for our debriefing.

Honestly, it didn't go as bad as we'd expected, partially because Sciscitat too distracted with something else to properly chew us out, but mostly because Snitch wasn't there to rat us out as we creatively shifted blame onto various other parties (mostly the other team and the tech-priest). Still though, there was a lot of yelling about insubordination, stupidity, Arbites, and sharing intel with the other team. He seemed especially peeved at us for bringing that other Inquisitor to our secret base, which was a little unfair since we hadn't said a word about it. I mean, he was a psyker, what were we supposed to do? Shoot him before he read our minds? We did point out that Twitch had actually tried to do that, but that only got us yelled at more. Eventually though, Sciscitat got tired of yelling at us and getting monosyllabic responses, and ordered us back out to our quarters, where we were to "Just stay out of the way and try not to unsuccessfully kidnap any more interplanetaraly famous Arbites."

He might still be on that planet they left him on during the Bane Johns run. It's been a while though, and it'd be pretty sad if he doesn't show up again.

>the driver assured us his cargo was ork-free BEFORE any of us had mentioned them. Twitch noticed this and reacted about as well as you'd expect.

Why would you tell people that????

I'm not 100% positive timeline-wise if he's left there yet, but he does show up again in the final chapter.

Nice, i always liked the rupert.

Good, he was like, the best boss after Sarge and that guy who was in prison the whole mission

Shoggy is here! Everything is wonderful!

Glad that you're back Shoggy. How is everything?

The days that followed were filled with tireless Inquisitorial investigation as both our team and the other worked to decode the location of the next artifact before the Sorceress. At least we were pretty sure that's what everyone was doing, our involvement primarily consisted of watching the base while everyone else was out and playing poker in our quarters when they weren't. This suited us fine: we were busy enough between dealing unpleasant side effects of the Munitorum-grade antibiotics Doc forced on us and taking as many showers as possible.

Despite our non-involvement we did pick up a few scraps of information. For instance, we found out the scan-van was somehow recovered from Arbites custody after only a day, as (to our disbelief and dismay) was our shitty van. How it survived was a mystery; Twitch was especially up in arms, insisting that his anti-theft device should've burned out every scrap of electronics and left the engine beyond repair. Despite that though, it rolled into our garage as barely-functional as ever, with only scorch marks and a half-melted pair of seats to testify to its immolation. We weren't sure whether to blame the tech-priest or Sciscitat for this, so we just settled for hating them both.

On the note of the vans, Sarge was called into a short briefing on the subject of the Traffic Officer, where he learned that the man had been reinstated as some variety of Judge in the Jack Hive Arbites. There was a bunch of political stuff involved too, something about the Arbites being pissed at the planetary government, the important part was the Officer was now leading an investigation into what had happened at the Cartel's sub-spire. This was technically good news, since a big investigation would cause more problems for our enemies than us, but was counteracted by the descriptions of five "rogue PDF stormtroopers" that had been given to every Arbite and traffic cop in the hive. Our orders to stay inside were reiterated.

>he does show up again in the final chapter.
yaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaay

>It's nice to be doing this again.
It's awful nice having you back Mister Shoggy sir.

First one I'm catching live. Hope you're doing a lot better, Shoggy.

Wait, what will we do when AGP is over? Oh emperor why?!?!

>In any case, the team had snagged one artifact with no problems, had been beat to another by the Sorceress, and had been in the process of claiming the third artifact from the Cartel when everything hit the fan.

inb4 collecting all 8 notdragonballs to wish the emperor be revived in a new body but nubby wastes it on getting his legs back so he can sell his augments

He has forsaken us! Oh Emperor no!

Actual 3D model art! (that's an entire more D than you usually get!)

The spares have been living in a quantum state on Oak's various other teams in case they were needed. There was a short period where some of them were on the OB on its way out towards Tau space just to give a IG reason they could be available. Some of the backups, along with a few other bit characters, will be making little cameos in the final showdown.

As for PC control, without getting bogged down in details, it's essentially a matter of one player having official command while the rest of us scream advice at him like drunk theater-goers. Controlled NPCs, like Fumbles, tend to be more a free-for-all.

Endings are important. Imagine how many series would've been improved by coming to a satisfactory conclusion instead of slowly burning out.

Also, we ran out of play time. Still haven't got everyone back together again for serious yet, life and shit, y'know.

>the descriptions of five "rogue PDF stormtroopers" that had been given to every Arbite and traffic cop in the hive
I wonder how much that fucked with the Arbites.

>The first seemed incapable of not being angry
>The second looked like a human/grot hybrid with metal legs
>The third twitched constantly and occasionally screamed things about kommandos
>The fourth never stopped saying sorry but was otherwise pretty normal
>The fifth was a bit short, had a plasma gun and hardly ever looked away from his dataslate
>Oh, they were also covered in shit

Whenever Shoggy posts, the outpouring of joy from Veeky Forums is almost surreal. I think Shoggy might be Veeky Forums's favorite writefag by popular vote. Then again, he's got some pretty stiff competition...

Oh yeah, almost forgot: Shoggy, you're awesome, and one of my favorite writefags.

By the end of the week Doc had gotten all of us, including those of our teammates who'd gotten themselves shot, back into fighting shape. The one exception to this was Snitch, who'd developed some sort of irrational nausea around Doc, and kept spewing everywhere until the medic gave up and let someone else try treating the psyker's minor injuries and infections. Tink meanwhile, had repaired Doc's grav-chute despite the medic's protests against ever using the damn thing again. He also made a few more attempts to fine-tune his uncooperative plasma weapon, but got yelled at when he tried to test it inside the base. Twitch and Nubby, through a dedicated campaign of whining, dark comments about what Twitch might build himself, and threats to go to the other team, managed to convince Sciscitat to refill our limited supply of explosives. Nubby then went to the other team anyway, but only managed to score a handful of nades off the Ganger before her boss yelled at her for trafficking on Inquisition time and stopped bringing her to our base for meetings. Sarge just kept an eye on the rest of us and enforced that not-leaving-the-base rule until the next artifact was found.

Our first clue that progress had been made was our entire team returning in the middle of the night and rushing into the communications room. The second was when the other Inquisitor showed up at our hab unit's front door with half his posse and informed Sarge that he would level the entire hab-block if we tried to go get the artifact without him. Sarge, not being paid enough to deal with this sort of Inquisitorial power-politics bullshit, just showed them all into the comm room. Ignoring the massive amount of stink-eye directed towards him by our teammates for doing this, Sarge invited the rest of us in to help keep an eye on the dangerous people we'd just let into the base (really though, it was just so we'd all be there to protest if they tried to send us into the sewers again).

For those of us here only for Shoggy, who could give him a run for his money?

>Whenever Shoggy posts, the outpouring of joy from Veeky Forums is almost surreal. I think Shoggy might be Veeky Forums's favorite writefag by popular vote. Then again, he's got some pretty stiff competition...

Who else is even close? 2D? That Britbongsteros guy?

I would say that 2D is probably on par with Shoggy

>As for PC control, without getting bogged down in details, it's essentially a matter of one player having official command while the rest of us scream advice at him like drunk theater-goers
I imagine that works really well for Squad Coherence, at least. Also, it sounds hilarious!

>Controlled NPCs, like Fumbles, tend to be more a free-for-all.
In other words, /qst/

2D was honestly a better writter, but content of story goes to Shoggy

>Nubby then went to the other team anyway, but only managed to score a handful of nades off the Ganger before her boss yelled at her for trafficking on Inquisition time and stopped bringing her to our base for meetings.

nubby and ganger
sitting in a tree
s-m-e-l-l-i-e

Sciscitat's usual self-praise-filled briefing style was hampered somewhat by the presence of the other Inquisitor, who had a tendency to make pointed sarcastic remarks about who'd actually done what work. We decided we liked the man, psyker or not. Anyway, skipping over all the barbed comments, unasked-for critiques, and other such low-level conversational sniping, the briefing started with a picture of a rune-covered box with a skull for a latch, whether this was the artifact itself or if it was actually inside the box was not explained to us. Sciscitat claimed the box had been given to a small local courier service by the now-dead Inquisitor, but instead of being quietly hidden away as he'd ordered, it'd wound up in the hands of the biggest underhive Crime Lord in neighboring Queen Hive.

The artifact falling into the hands of the local underworld wasn't really that unexpected, in fact the dead Inquisitor had mentioned the possibility in his notes, the odd part was what the Crime Lord had decided to do with it. Instead of immediately fencing the artifact, or hoarding it away until the heat died down, this guy decided the best thing to do with this evil spooky box thing was to use it as the grand prize for some sort of high-stakes eldritch artifact poker tournament. Seriously.

Needless to say, everyone was a little bit dubious; even Sciscitat, who was the one presenting the evidence, kept pausing to re-read his notes and rhetorically ask WHY. This wasn't even some megalomaniacal rogue trader or spoiled planetary noble, by all accounts the Crime Lord was a shrewd, level-headed, hardworking businessman with only a minor tendency towards throwing rivals into vats of boiling toxic waste. It really made no sense, and the other team's Inquisitor kept insisting that it must be some sort of trap, but eventually he became resigned to fact the he lived in a universe where common sense no longer existed. We welcomed him to the club.

calling it now, its an artifact of Tzeentch.

>Queen Hive
>Jack Hive
All the hives are named after cards?

Thoth? Is that you?

that makes sense

YES! CAUGHT ONE LIVE!

Considering the name of the planet, I wouldn't be surprised if the hives were named after cards in that infamous winning hand.

I didn't catch that until he mentioned Queen Hive either.

>this guy decided the best thing to do with this evil spooky box thing was to use it as the grand prize for some sort of high-stakes eldritch artifact poker tournament. Seriously.
>by all accounts the Crime Lord was a shrewd, level-headed, hardworking businessman with only a minor tendency towards throwing rivals into vats of boiling toxic waste.

bane john: casino royale

guest staring: duct tape and an untouchable

There are a few who are close, but they're inactive. Like (and this is the one I'll get flamed for) WHM, Wasteland Warrior, Tyrant of The East (arguably), and depending on how you define writefag also Rogue Psyker.

But Shoggy is definitely the best _active_ writefag by a long shot.

Even after their entire planet was named "Sucks at Cards", they STILL continue to play stupidly high-stakes games of poker.

Truly, History cannot help but repeat itself.

>Instead of immediately fencing the artifact, or hoarding it away until the heat died down, this guy decided the best thing to do with this evil spooky box thing was to use it as the grand prize for some sort of high-stakes eldritch artifact poker tournament. Seriously.

Is the a Harlan's Wager kinda thing? Like, everybody is irrationally obsessed with gambling?

>mfw newfags
Lurk moar.

Yes, Ace Hive, King Hive, Queen Hive, Jack Hive, and Seven Hive.

This is what happens when your planet's founder won it off another rogue trader in a game of cards and really wants to rub it in.

With his probability bending psyker bullshit, Bane Johns would be ideal to send into a poker match. For the sake of the AGP, hopefully he is on a Black Ship headed to Terra or some black box Inquisition facility they can't find or dig him out of in time.

>Seven Hive

Huh? Is it to imply Haarlock was one card shy of a royal flush or is this an arcane 40k poker hand I'm not aware of?

The other Inquisitor, perhaps still feeling a bit unhinged from his change in worldview, announced that our only option was to enter the poker tournament ourselves. Surprisingly, Face immediately seconded this, volunteering to be the one to enter, and even more surprisingly, so did the Assassin, who proposed using the one artifact the second team had recovered themselves as our ante. The idea began picking up speed at an alarming rate, with several of our theoretically sane teammates, as well as Tink and Nubby, excitedly offering suggestions. The rest of us had enough experience with bad ideas to recognize a truly terrible one in the making, and watched with growing unease.

Doc made some futile attempts to politely interject some sanity into the conversation, while Twitch just muttered to himself about psykers making everyone suicidal tightened his lead-foil lined helmet. Sarge was steeling himself for a more-yelly attempt than Doc's, but was beaten to it as Sciscitat blew his hologram up to maximum size and volume, and loudly demanded to know whether everyone had lost their minds. We deeply appreciated the ensuing lecture on why we would NOT be entering a high profile poker tournament guaranteed to be attended by our enemies, or risk the single artifact in our possession in said tournament, or count on some sort card-reading of x-ray eyepatch to guarantee us victory. Admittedly, we could've done without him using us as a reference point for the relative stupidity of an idea, but whatever.

As Sciscitat wound down everyone looked a bit sheepish; especially the other team's Inquisitor, who kept shaking his head and quietly asking himself what he'd been thinking. They all perked back up before long though, and by the end of the briefing had hacked out a "far simpler" twenty-seven stage plan to sneak in and steal the evil box thing while tournament was in process. Thankfully our part was going to be nice, simple, and almost certainly sewage-free.

>they didn't give dimensions to the skull latched box
>Bane Johns is inside the box, a la Doom Slayer
>He IS the last artifact

I like to imagine the other guy won with a pair of threes.

>WHM, Wasteland Warrior, Tyrant of The East (arguably), and depending on how you define writefag also Rogue Psyker.

Can you link to any of them? I can't remember any of them

I'm starting to think those artifacts didn't wind up on this planet by mistake. Also hi Shoggy, glad you're back!

While two teams of highly trained Inquisitorial agents infiltrated the spiretop fortress-mansion of a slightly megalomaniacal Crime Lord, we were assigned the arduous task of making sure nobody stole our vans. It was a tricky job, that entailed a lot of very difficult napping, card-playing, smoking, and fast-food eating, but someone had to do it.

The Crime Lord's mansion was on its own little spire only a few hundred meters above the Queen Hive's smog clouds, and had only two major entrances. One was a big gaudy landing pad flanked by disguised anti-air batteries, where a steady stream of incredibly rich people were landing their flying vehicles and making their way into the mansion's main level. The other was a small utilitarian retractable causeway on the far side of the mansion; for service vehicles and all those non-rich people who were regretfully necessary for keeping things running. Guess which one we got to stake out.

While the scan-van positioned itself to have a good view of the landing pad, our shitty van and a pair of far-better quality unmarked getaway vehicles were parked in the large parking garage that served as a sort of waiting area for the causeway. As it turned out, our guarding of the vans was actually pretty necessary, since apparently the Crime Lord's normal business had all been put on hold until his insane poker tournament was over. We found ourselves rubbing elbows with a wide variety of terminally-bored people, ranging from underhive gangers, to mid-hive businessmen, to a bunch of off-planet mercs with a very unhappy-looking man tied up in the back of their vehicle. Between our unmarked, but obviously guard-issue gear, and our own palpable aura of slightly-paranoid boredom, we fit right in as we settled down to wait for our teammates to get on with the mission.

Were I a rogue trader and I'd just won a planet with a pair of three's I also would engage in a bit of planetary bantz.

these dubs are disturbingly relevant to a side-conversation

Tyrant one of the East wrote confessions of a wayward son, google it and it should show up on 1d4chan

>twenty-seven stage plan
Yup definitely a Tzeentch artifact, probably his dice box or something.

WHM, also known as wafflehousemillionaire, wrote Old Man Henderson, another 1d4chan classic available on 1d4chan

Nah. 27-stage plans are the hallmark of AGP Inquisitorial teams. Fortunately Sarge & Friends can normally trim these things down to "Blow it up" or "Shoot it until it's paste, then stomp on the paste until it stops moving"

For lack of anything better to do (and because we'd been ordered to) we kept an eye on the vehicles going over the causeway. Not that anybody actually expected anything important to come in that way: the Inquisitors had intel that the Sorceress would be attending the tournament and had distributed some pictures of her to us, but she'd obviously be landing up at the pad with all the rich people. The most anyone expected were some reinforcements if the Crime Lord discovered our infiltration, or possibly a few APCs of Secret Police if the Sorceress decided to take a more direct approach, both of which would be dead obvious. Since Twitch tended to watch hard enough for a dozen people, he was put in charge of this while the rest of us kicked up our feet and made the best of our first excursion outside the base in over a week.

Over the course of about three hours of idling Twitch managed to spot a dozen "suspicious" catering vehicles, Sarge punched out a ganger who seemed too interested in one of the getaway-cars, Tink and Doc learned never to buy a "genuine meat product" Sausage-inna-Bun from a street vendor, and Nubby got told that while spitting over the edge at passing vehicles was almost acceptable, hucking beer bottles at them definitely wasn't. Deprived of his entertainment, our self-appointed quartermaster wandered off for a while and met various Guys who he proceeded to get to Know; he returned a bit later to tell the rest of us that he was a little short.

Once we were done laughing, Nubby clarified that he'd worked out a dubious chain of deals with the assorted scum around us, but hadn't brought quite enough merchandise to get the deal he wanted. He asked Sarge if, hypothetically, our teammates needed all those fancy little bells and whistles their vehicles had (and ours didn't) more than we needed, say, a krak missile launcher. Sarge decided it was time to take a break from guarding the getaway cars. This proved to be an incredibly good decision.

>confessions of a wayward son

Ah. Cool. I never remembered the name of the Henderson guy. Anyways, he's probably not on the 2D/Shoggy level

This, for this

>Tink and Doc learned never to buy a "genuine meat product" Sausage-inna-Bun from a street vendor

Hi, Dibbler! Dibblor? Dibblus?

>Sarge decided it was time to take a break from guarding the getaway cars. This proved to be an incredibly good decision.

Well that's ominous.

So what was this Dibbler's name?

An unintended lesson for Asshat: Taking away the AGP's explosives is a great way to spontaneously find more explosives.

>Tink and Doc learned never to buy a "genuine meat product" Sausage-inna-Bun from a street vendor

I only just started listening to all the City-Watch books but it has made me appreciate these threads and Nubby so much more......also did they get any of his ointments

Cut me own Throat of course

Your wish is my command, user.
WW's best known bit (AFAICT) is suptg.thisisnotatrueending.com/archive/5114798/ and he's also got a whole tag: suptg.thisisnotatrueending.com/archive.html?tags=wasteland warrior
I can't find ToTE's posts, but he archived Confessions of a Wayward Son and God of Death (which wasn't posted here, but was also good) on ff.net. He then vanished off the face of the earth: fanfiction.net/u/2207877/Tyrant-of-the-East
Rogue Psyker was responsible for Toyhammer. I'm uncertain if it was ever posted here, so his status as writefag is unclear: fanfiction.net/s/5474237/1/40k_ToyHammer
Finally, WHM (Waffle House Millionaire) is responsible for what is probably the most famous piece of writefaggotry ever posted to Veeky Forums. I mean, do I even have to say the name? He's also responsible for Boxcar Joe and some other great stuff: suptg.thisisnotatrueending.com/archive.html?tags=Waffle House Millionaire

Nubby (with Doc enlisted as stuff-carrier) was returning with his loot when word came from the Scan-Van that the Sorceress was landing. Everyone but Twitch huddled around Tink as he pulled out his dataslate and opened a video feed we were pretty sure he wasn't supposed to have access to. We watched as a small but incredibly fancy-looking flier, which had last been seen flying away from the Cartel's spire, landed on the pad and a woman who perfectly matched our picture of the Sorceress got out. Things then became slightly confusing as a second, identical woman exited, followed by a tuxedo-wearing man who both women draped themselves on.

As the trio joined the crowd of planetary nobles, rich criminals, and wannabe rogue traders (or whoever else attends an evil-artifact poker tournament), the team's general channel exploded into chatter about which was the real Sorceress. The vid began to lurch sickeningly as the servo-skull broadcasting it was maneuvered in for a closer look, and Sciscitat decided that *now* was the right time to treat everyone to a lecture on the efficaciousness of the classic body-double trick, what it said about the Sorceress' mental state, and the counter strategies he himself had developed over his years as an expert observer. Back behind us, Twitch announced to no one in particular that he saw another suspicious, and potentially Ork-filled, vehicle.

Doc interrupted our Inquisitor's lecture to ask whether the tux-wearing man, who was generally being left out as the vid panned between the two potential Sorceresses, was the Daemonhost we'd heard about, and whether something warpy might be going on. Sciscitat instructed us all to stay quiet and stick our duties, and then asked Snitch pretty much that exact same question. As the psyker spewed a bunch of jargon about astral signatures or whatever, Twitch informed us that things were getting really-really suspicious now, and asked where Nubby had put that krak-launcher.

Ah, so it's not Nubby's girlfriend then. Crisis averted, though there is an old saying about the devil you know...

Die-For-The-Glory-Of-The-God-Emperor Dibblarius?

I dunno. WHM can tell a story REALLY well. But I'll admit it's up for debate.

I would not want to imply that he couldn't.

I for one Trust the Twitch-senses.

>The one exception to this was Snitch, who'd developed some sort of irrational nausea around Doc, and kept spewing everywhere until the medic gave up and let someone else try treating the psyker's minor injuries and infections.

Is nobody else taking note of this!?

This is another OoTS-style "Three body doubles but the real one's invisible/somewhere else" stunt, isn't it?

And I'm sure others have done it but I can't remember them for some reason.

The guy is really the sorceress

I agree.

Nah. With a name like that, that guy's on Maccragge for sure.

This is Jumping-in-a-vat-of-Promethium Dibbluth, I'll stake my throat-cutting knife on it.

you mean that knoife you gave me as collateral for the cart you sell outta mate?