Sadly, we reached the end of our Only War campaign this last Thursday. Even more sadly, since we had to TPK twice and then start over, meaning we only got a few sessions with these new characters. For anyone that missed the last recap, our penitent legion had been sent on a mission to set up a laser beacon on
Read moreAfter multiple TPKs with our previous regiment, we all decided it was time to start over with a brand new one. Thus was born our Penitent Legion, the Avenging Fists of Avitar, named after the agriworld that we originated upon. Our team’s job is to show up, break things, and make sure other people can get in and break things
Read moreOur team landed on the manufactorum that was our objective. We were all ready to go. We were attacked right at the outset, by things that had piston driven jaws. I’m not entirely sure how that went, because Brother Cervantes failed to set them on fire at the outset, and then was promptly dropped into critical damage, and immediately failed
Read moreOur guardsmen, badly wounded and shy a medic, got word from HQ that we were getting reinforcements. We shimmied up to the top of the fortress and waited for our brand new sanctioned psyker and his attendant, and our new ratling sniper and his aide. After we secured our new troops, as we were heading down into the fortress again,
Read moreI haven’t had much of a chance to play Spirit, my alcoholic heavy weapons guardsmen in Only War. The last session we played is only the second time I have taken her out for a spin, and the first time was only an abbreviated session after creating her. I’m not sure how long Spirit will survive. She’s taken some pretty
Read moreSo, I haven’t posted about Priest or his band of brothers recently. This thing happened. It was kind of my fault. Also, keeping a journal may not only doom your character, but the whole group. See, when you run across a group of injured stormtroopers, whose transport was shot down by strange, bear like creatures with wings that can fire
Read moreInto the FireSome of us survived. Some of us became official Imperial Guardsmen. It was a long trip to that point, and I’ll be honest, lots of it is a blur. A painful blur, where I’m certain my mouth was open too often. We were all rounded up for our first mission with very little in the way of a
Read moreRise of the ShadowcocksMost of us that were pressed into training for our new Regiment were culled from one of two groups. We were either those of the prison population with sterling records (relatively speaking), or those that were the worst, most vile, most dangerous members of our “community.” The Imperial Guard is no place for half measures, it seems.
Read moreMy Misspent YouthI was born on Kommitzar, a penal colony in the Calixis Sector. I’m third generation, meaning, the person that did whatever wretched crime damned us all was my grandparent, but my mother never really talked about her progenitors much. Loosely speaking, there tends to be three groups of people on Kommitzar: the planetary governor and his staff, the
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