Tier 3 Ascension This is a short story to flesh out my character's transition from tier 2 to tier 3 in the 40k TTRPG, Wrath & Glory. They are an acting Interrogator under the command of Ordo Hereticus Inquisitor Krazius, taken into his warband for their latent psyker abilities and skills developed in high society … Continue reading Wrath & Glory – Jarlan Kendreth III
Warhammer
Things To Steal From: Soulbound
Welcome back to my series which currently only has one entry, Things to Steal From! This is where I go through an RPG system and pick out mechanics that I find interesting and perhaps get those homebrew thoughts going. Some of these are probably difficult to splice into another system, but the essence of them … Continue reading Things To Steal From: Soulbound
Morbus Est – Planet Fall
Read Part One of Morbus Est. The Pilot steadied himself whilst heading through the plague ship's internal corridors. It was not just a mental act of steadiness - although there was definitely a large degree of that - but physical too, as his boots collided with the flesh-like growths that made the corridor contract and … Continue reading Morbus Est – Planet Fall
Morbus Est
The Freeblade pilot could not bring himself to look at the being before him straight away. His eyes dropped to the metal grate immediately in front of him - the thing ponderously moving into the room too painful to look at. Not just painful for the eyes, but for the soul as well. The thing … Continue reading Morbus Est
A Farseer Beheld
With a blink of thought, the singing spear of Farseer Caerys looped wide around the exploding target of her ire, returning to her free hand once again. A human walking contraption, not unlike the war walkers of her own race, but degrees more brutish in that way that only humanity's 'tech-priests' can fashion, had pounded … Continue reading A Farseer Beheld
Why I Love My Orks
Bloodripper the ork nob boss thundered down the metallic street at flat-out speed in his trukk, surrounded by his equally 'eavy armoured nobz. He surveyed his massive power klaw mounted where his right fist used to be, and prayed to Gorka that it should see more shiny humie space marines pierced on it like a … Continue reading Why I Love My Orks
Dicey Encounters 