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>Who are we?/Character sheet:
http://pastebin.com/3Hcac5mu
If you'd like me to add certain details, feel free to ask.

>Previous threads/Archive?
http://pastebin.com/kWJDbshB (Session 1: edited for details and flavor, but doesn't change the plot)
http://suptg.thisisnotatrueending.com/archive.html?tags=Schola+Progenium

>I don't know Warhammer 40k.
I'll try to use ambiguous terms, otherwise easily understable/intuitive flavor words. But you could start reading here

(http://1d4chan.org/wiki/Warhammer_40,000#Background) and here (http://wh40k.lexicanum.com/wiki/Warhammer_40,000#.UzzrY6iSxIE).

>System?
Dicepool-like system. When performing an action, everyone rolls 1d10 when posting. the first X rolls are considered, where X is equal to attribute + skill.

With more people playing, the PC has greater chances of success, up to a limit of her attribute + ability.

>Experience Points?
Attributes cost [current score x5] xp. Abilities cost [current score x3] xp. There will also be chances for the PC to train. Every session, the PC will gain

a base of 2 XP, plus 1 XP for actions chosen/write-ins that I like.

>Twitter?
@ValeforQM
I will also try to make a thread announcement on the current Quest Thread General if there is any.

As this is my first quest, constructive criticism is very, very welcome (and asked for) but please try to keep the majority to after session end.

>>31233518
>Say a short prayer, make the harness tighter

>>31233518
> Say a short prayer, make the harness tighter

Oh, forgot to say, writing.

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You murmur a prayer under your breath and attempt to tighten your harness. Satisfied with being secure, you make the sign of the aquila and sit straight. You can feel your heart beating fast in you chest.

After five minutes, the shaking normalizes and the the viewports are clear of the red of entrance heat. Gelus finishes praying and breathes out a long sigh.

Far ahead, you see a thick strip of grey on the brown palette of the desert. Many thinner strips branch off of it to the left and the right. Small dots of grey and darker brown line the sides of each one. Here and there, the sun shines off of something metallic.

The pilot warbles something into his helmet. He gets a short response. A short conversation follows. The copilot flips a few switches and the shuttle jerks. The grey stripe grows in size until you can make it out as a landing strip. The tarmac rushes up to meet the shuttle.
(cont.)

>>31234060
The landing is quite rough, shaking your in your chair, but it’s your first, so you have no point of reference. You’d never been off Alamos Primus and all trips across the planet had been by land vehicle otherwise.

Gelus promptly releases his harness and opens the door into the cabin. He motions for you to follow him. After fumbling with the harness release, you walk out of the cockpit. The other children are still fast asleep in their berths. You count seventeen of them.

On the other end of the cabin, there are another two doors. The one on the left is too small for a regular person, probably the one the servitor came out of earlier. Gelus knocks twice on the door on the right, then pulls it open himself. Curious.

You enter another room, bare of any berths, seats or windows. Gelus slams his fist on the wall next to the doorway, then walks into the center of the room. You follow him unquestioningly. The walls and ceiling start to rise, or rather, the floor starts to lower with a whine.

The floor stops with a shudder. Four pistons connect it to the shuttle above. You look around you. An endless brown vista to your left, buildings to your right. You watch a truck emerge from the largest building, heading towards you.
(cont.)

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>>31234260

>>31234271
(Oh shit, forget the rest of the text).
When the truck arrives, two men jump out. Both wear tan fatigues and flak armor. One advances faster than the other towards you. He salutes to Gelus.

“Sir, welcome back to Nova Eddard PDF Air Base.” So they’re Planetary Defence Force then. Gelus lazily returns the salute.

“If you’d attend to the children,” Gelus squints to see the man’s rank pin, “Lieutenant. They've been asleep for quite some time and we need to get them to the Schola sooner than later.”
Gelus’ eye twinges. Maybe he’d been expecting someone higher-ranked to meet him?

“Yo Mack, get your guys out here!”, the Lieutenant says. He has to raise his voice when a wind picks up. Several men pile out of the back of the truck, a few of them wearing white coats.

Gelus starts speaking with the Lieutenant. You can’t hear them over the wind. You’re just standing there, hair flying around in the breeze. The second man from the truck stand a few feet away from the three of you, probably the Lieutenant’s adjutant. The buildings of the base actually aren't that far away, the use of the truck questionable for such a short distance.

>Stay put, wait for instructions from Gelus
>Explore the air base
>Try to talk to the adjutant, ask a few questions (what?)

>>31234290
Sounds like this is some third rate base.

>Stay put, wait for instructions from Gelus

>>31234290
>>Try to talk to the adjutant, ask a few questions (what?)

Ask what segmentum we're in.

Holy shit, readers, I was going to declare the quest dead.

>>31235107
Well, I'm posting from across the Atlantic, but for many it's probably too late a night for questing.

I wouldn't say it's disinterest in the premise - I find it super neat anyway.

Also if it's okay I'll change my vote from >>31235049 to >>31235083 so we have consensus. And I'm interest in it myself now.

Never stop believing, OP!

>>31235107
Yeah, I was showering. Ready to play now OP.

Great, writing.

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>>31235083
>>31235130
With Gelus and the lieutenant probably talking over something important, you see what you can get out of the adjutant. You walk over to him and give his sleeve a tug. He looks at you with a raised eyebrow.

"Where exactly are we?", you ask him.

"Nova Eddard PDF Air Base, Northern Flats, Loyola Tertius, kid," he says. He looks away from you. Is that a tinge of red in his cheeks? You're suddenly conscious of your state of dress. You cross your arms over your chest and pout.

“Could you be anymore specific than that?”, you ask him. “Sector, segmentum?”

“Airen Sector, Segmentum Obscurus,” he says, then asks, “Shouldn't you be asleep?”

>Kick him in the shin, return to Gelus' side (roll 1d10)
>Ask him something else
>Answer his question
>Wander off
>Other? (Always assume this is an option)
Options are not necessarily mutually exclusive.

>>31235418
>>Answer his question
"No"
Then go back to Gelus

Rolled 6

>>31235418
>Kick him in the shin, return to Gelus' side (roll 1d10)

Rolled 7

>>31235418
>Kick him in the shin (but not THAT hard)
>Answer his question - >>31235438

Writing.

>>31235558
Physical + Strength: 6 7 = 1 success
“No,” you promptly say, still pouting. “I woke up, obviously.”

You go to walk back to Gelus and see if his conversation with the lieutenant is wrapping up, but then you turn back around and give the adjutant a swift kick to the shin. He cries out, drops his lasgun and clutches his shin in pain. Your bare toes hurt a bit too, but you walk it off. The two conversing men turn at the cry of the adjutant.

“Child, what do you think you're doing?”, Gelus asks. He grabs you by the shoulder. “The condition for staying awake was to behave.”

“You little-,” the adjutant says, having recovered. He's rearing a punch aimed at you. The lieutenant stops him with an arm across the chest.

“The little girl here is more valuable than you, Trooper, stand down.”

“In the truck. Now,” says Gelus. The gloved hand on your shoulder tightens its grip. He steers you towards the back, then makes you climb up. All this time, the other men from the truck had been carrying the sleepers out of the shuttle and into the truck. The other children are sitting on the side benches, still sleeping, leaning on each other's shoulder.

“Lieutenant, please make sure this one is watched over,” says Gelus, then addresses you, “Don't get into more trouble and behave on the ride to the Schola. You'll be seeing me again soon there.”

A barked order, and two troopers get into the back with you and the other children. They close the doors. The truck starts moving.

>Try to fall asleep
>Talk to the troopers (Attitude?)
>Other?

(Sorry, had a few things to do).

>>31235803
>>Try to fall asleep

>>31235803
>Try to fall asleep

Rolled 8

>>31235803
Wow, what a douchelord guy, trying to punch a completely and utterly defenseless, little girl. Also the deal with Gelus was to see planetfall. I don't remember making deals for long-term good behavior.

>Try to fall asleep
I think we've been a bother enough for now.

Writing. Things will get more interesting once you get to the Schola, of course.

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You try to find a comfortable position to sleep through the ride. You settle on the shoulder of the boy next to you. He looks the same age as you. His face is tanned, his hair is dark and wild. You might say he's cute, but you never met many boys your age on Alamos Primus.

He's thin, so his arm and shoulder are bony, but they're the softest thing to sleep on at the moment. It takes you about an hour to fall asleep, and you wake up occasionally when the truck starts bouncing quite a bit on a rough patch of the route, but you manage to fall back asleep. The last time you wake up, you note that the interior is much cooler than earlier. You probably left the desert flatlands.

Hmm...something is warm and soft... You don't want to get up. You try to roll yourself in the warmth, but you find yourself falling. You hit the ground with a thud. You open your eyes. This is the second time something like this has happened. A pattern seems to be forming.

You take a look around to find yourself in an unfamiliar room. You'd just fallen off the bottom of a bunk bed. The room is fairly spartan, plain off-white walls, a French window, two armoires on either side of the bed, two simple desks against the wall across the bed. A chronograph above the desks reads 0500 standard. You open the window, and by the dim light, you'd estimate two hours to dawn. The morning air is crisp and cold. You can make out a few buildings and many trees in the false light. You're still wearing the bra and shorts from the shuttle. A plain door is across from the window.

You'd take a guess that this is the Schola. You were carried asleep from the truck. This is probably your new dorm room.
>Go back to sleep
>Explore the grounds (exit: window or door?)
>Check the armoire for a change of clothes
>Try to get breakfast
>Other?

>>31236081
try to get breakfast

>Check the armoire for a change of clothes

Nevermind, this anon is right >>31236093

>>31236081
>>Check the armoire for a change of clothes

Rolled 1

>>31236081
>Check the armoire for a change of clothes
>Try to get breakfast

I bet we've not eaten since forever.

>>31236156
Totally classy left-over roll there. Also to add:
>Other: Check self on mirror

You open the armoire to the right of the bunk bed to find nothing. You search the armoire to the left of the bunk bed to find three different outfits with shoes as well. You're currently barefoot. There's also underwear of different types. The catch is that everything is black.

>plain shirt, fatigues
>military-style dress uniform with a skirt(type?)
>plain black suit

>shoe options: combat boots, low heels, laced leather shoes, flats
>Change into new underwear(type?)
>Stockings/pantyhose(?)

There are no accessories. You realize now that you have nothing from home. You could try and fix that later. Gelus said he'd see you soon. You could also ask for clothes better fitting your status as nobility, possibly something with more color.

Just a friendly reminder that you're a pubescent girl.

>>31236214
Wear the fatigues for now.

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>>31236214
>>Change into new underwear(type?)
Boxer briefs. Boxer brief master race.

>>31236214
>Plain shirt, fatigues
>Combat boots
>Change into new underwear, something simple
>Stockings because they're totally cool

Will have to do for now. I'm not too sure we should flaunt our nobility around.

I'm guessing it's always possible to readjust our outfit / gear according to vocation or surroundings?

>>31236282
When you need gear, the Schola will give you gear. It has a full armoury. Vocation wise, your career path will be determined after you graduate, and you'll be sent off for additional training. Whether it be Sororitas initiation, front line experience as a commissar cadet, storm trooper boot camp, Navy OCS, etc.

>>31236303
Comissar Cadet sounds best for sure.

>>31236214
>military-style dress uniform with a skirt(type?)
Pleated skirt.
Plain white panties and bra (assuming we wear one).
Laced leather boots.
Thigh-highs.

>>31236303
Navy sounds fun.

>>31236330
>pleated skirt
>military uniform

Disgusting.

>>31236344
Could turn that into rogue trader kind of deal, maybe?

>>31236361
Still kind of disappointed we didn't choose rogue trader as a background

>>31236357
Fine. Let's get a somewhat more appropriate one.

>>31236377
Gradual change, mate.

>>31236377
Me too, it could have had potential.Then again, I'm the one who brought it up so I'm naturally biased. Oh well, I've never samefagged and I'm not going to start in this quest.

Seems like fatigues, plain underwear, stockings and combat boots has it. But I'm not sure how many anon's are actually voting so (and I'm kinda curious too)...: http://strawpoll.me/1428647

It's easy enough to write in differently anyways. Writing.

>>31236458
Why would a schola have frilly underwear?

>>31236458
Man, I kinda wanna go with lewd, frilly underwear, but fuck it. Maximum serious.

Calling it at plain underwear, socks, combat boots, shirt and fatigues.
>>31236482
Teenage girls? I dunno, I'm pandering

I'm a bit miffed only about a half of you people seem to be picking more than one option...

>>31236592
Well, I picked plain underwear, military uniform, stockings, combat boots, and socks (like a retard, there). Can't run around in underwear or boots only.

Though it mite b cool to do so.

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You elect to don the plain shirt and fatigues. You change into boyshort-length underwear and a plain bra. It's not much different from what you were wearing before, actually. You pull on some socks and lace up a pair of combat boots.

You stand up from lacing your shoes and look up to find your reflection in the mirror in the back of the armoire.

Your neck-length blonde hair is fairly messy. You try to fix it up, but it won't stay, so you give up there. You stand at about 5'2". You still have much more room to grow, being twelve years old and all. You're fairly skinny, but you imagine the Schola Progenium will see to a change in that. Your complexion is fair, your nose a product of generations of noble breeding.

You're dressed. What now? You probably want the explore the Schola by now, you've still got an hour and a half until daybreak, but what do you hope to accomplish with this? Exit through the door or window (you're on the ground floor).
>Try to find the refectory, you're hungry
>Try to find Gelus
>Try to find the library
>Try to find the training areas
This should have been longer, but I'm eating

>>31236685
>Exit through the door, find refectory

Seriously, got to be starving by now.

>>31236685
>Try to find the refectory, you're hungry

>>31236685
woo, just got home from work

>Try to find the refectory, you're hungry
through the door, like a proper noble girl is raised

You open the door and walk out into a small hallway. You're hungry, so you'll try to find the refectory for something to eat. Closing the door, you notice the number 087 on a mounted metal plate. The hallway is electrically lit by strips in the ceiling. You briskly walk down the hallway, another door at the end of it.

It opens to the outside. You start to walk around, not knowing where to start. Permacrete walkways lead to other buildings, all of them built with the spires, arches, and columns endemic to the Ecclesiarchy. There are many open spaces, green grass and trees galore. You suppose it's springtime.

After ten minutes of walking around, you can't seem to find anybody. It's before dawn, so you don't expect many people to be up at this time. About five minutes later, you manage to find someone. A young man, he couldn't be more than a decade older than you. He notices you, but goes back to reading a datapad.

You start walking over to him. You tug on the sleeve of his robe. He's a bit young to be a priest, so must be a mere initiate.

“Yes, what do you need child? Isn't it a bit early for you to be up?”, he says.

You're quite tired of being called a child and a kid.

“I am quite new, I just came in with the newest batch. I would like to inquire the location of the refectory, as I have been asleep for quite some time,” you say in your best High Gothic. You hope you remember your lessons well.

The initiate's eyes widen and he stammers back directions likewise in weak High Gothic. You leave him and make your way to the refectory. Only a few menials are there, setting up and lighting the cooking fires. They don't have any real, warm breakfast prepared at the moment, but they offer you a protein drink and a fruit that you don't recognize. You take them graciously. You ask if they might have a map of the schola, which they give to you.

What now? You have an hour before sunrise.
>Gelus
>Library
>Go for a run
>Training areas

>>31237200
>>Go for a run
>
We're not a warrior yet, but we do keep good care of our body.

>>31237200
>Gelus
He said to behave and he'd find us, lets behave

>>31237200
Look around the place. We have some time before breakfast and classes.

Also voting against running RIGHT NOW because we just barely into fresh clothes and combat boots are shit gear for jogging.

>>31237200
>Go for a run
Nothing quite like a morning run, and I don't really see how it would be bad behaviour. Gelus can find US,

>>31237406
>implying our space combat boots aren't an STC design that allows for maximum comfort in all situations and throughout all activities

>Gelus

>>31237484
>implying they aren't a shitty design, mass-produced and handmade in a manufactorium on Bangladesh-5 by kids half our age, working 14 hrs a day for a starch ration to share with 3 or their bunkmates.

>>31237537
This is a prestigious academy run by the wealthiest organisation in the galaxy, nigga our boots better be comfy

It's tied between Gelus and run, so I'll call it a day here. 7 hour run and I'm kinda tired and it's already nighttime where I am Will compromise next session by ending the run at the administration buildings.

If you've got any suggestions, I'm open to them. You'll be in school for the next 6 years, I'll be skipping a lot of time at points, if there are any encounters you'd like to see. I'll stick around a bit if you have any questions.

I can't run this weekend, computer/Internet access isn't for sure, so I'll run the next session on Tuesday.

>>31237602
Is it okay to make several choices when presented with options for actions, or only one?

On another note, to other players here, you fancy making any sort of game plan for our future career? I'm teetering towards Navy for the grand possibility for Rogue Trader shenanigans.

>>31237662
It's okay to make several, I'll write a compromise between them, unless I explicitly state to choose one. In general, it will mean that you'll divide your efforts between the two.

>>31237602
Thanks for the thread OP, I missed most of it because of work, but I'm glad your running it, its been fun so far.

Do you guys have any ideas or things you'd like to see happen at the Schola? It is largely undocumented in lore, so I have almost nothing to go off really.

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>>31237662
I'd like to become an arbite, but I'm happy just to amble along without a specific path in mind as most people at the age of twelve would

>>31237800
I'm sure I have something but nothing comes to mind now. Probably some sort of light-hearted school shenanigans, but not TOO light-hearted.

>>31238164
One thing I'd like to tackle is the struggles of/between being a teenager and being subjected to the supposed harsh indoctrination/instruction of the Drill Abbots.

>>31237800

Angry drill sergeants, high school shenanigans that are more like Hogwarts meets West Point than typical anime stuff, angry drill Cannonesses, battle royale battles where we may have to kill friends, angry drill Commissars, getting to execute real live heretics that have been brought to the Schola so that the students have someone to practice executions on, and angry drill-haired classmates.

>>31238281
>battle royale battles where we may have to kill friends
Yeah, nah.
That's stupid even beyond Scholar stupid.

Though not not beyond Marine stupid.

>>31238240
I like the sound of that.

Though I was always under the impression that everyone basically threw themselves to join the army to server the Emperor. Guess I don't know enough about WH40K.

I've no idea what being a teenage girl is like though.

>>31238493
Go read Gaunt's Ghosts, or anything by Dan Abnett