Rolled 4 (1d5)

>>4213710

Rolled 86 (1d100)

>>4213710
You are still there right?

>>4213780
He could be dead

>>4213710
So we just need a single 1d5 and 1d100 rolls, or multiple?

>>4213805
I only need a single 1d5 and 1d100

>>4213772
>>4213780
>Segmentum Obscurus
>War World
By the Emperor.

>Roll 9d20 for your starting stats, Dark Heresy style

If I get several rolls I'll split them evenly. Your stats can be improved over time but fighting daemons is inadvisable.

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Rolled 19, 7, 16, 2, 5, 9, 4, 15, 9 = 86 (9d20)

>>4213821
Oh fuck
We right in the hard mode aren't we

>>4213823
look on the bright side, at least this isn't 41k

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>>4213894
>In the grim darkness of the 41st millennium
We are dead!

Rolled 4, 7, 2, 11, 4, 5, 7, 7, 16 = 63 (9d20)

>>4213821

>>4213821
If we're lucky we may die painlessly

Rolled 11, 15, 6, 15, 9, 14, 6, 3, 4 = 83 (9d20)

>>4213821

>>4213904
Maybe we might get turned into a cool combat Servitor.

Rolled 5 (1d5)

>>4213823
>>4213903
>>4213914
>Weapon Skill: 19: You are a surprisingly competent melee fighter for a rank and file laborer. Perhaps suspiciously competent...
>Ballistic Skill: 7: You have the bare minimum understanding of ranged combat, enough to know which end of the autogun points where.
>Strength: 16: You have grown strong from a lifetime of manual labor but most mutants could rip you limb from limb and xenos are a foregone conclusion.
>Toughness: 11: Your constitution is average for an Imperial citizen, that is to say you are malnutritioned, riddled with "mild" diseases, and have a bad case of gout
>Agility: 4: You are extremely clumsy, breaking rock is a difficult task for you, let alone stacking it in neat and orderly piles as demanded by your benevolent overseers
>Intelligent: 5: You are the ogryn equivalent of a genius, that is to say you cannot comprehend anything more complicated than the simplest tools and numbers above ten are difficult.
>Perception: 6: You are almost blind and nearly deaf, thanks to a lifetime of industrial working conditions with no protection beyond the Emperor's Blessing.
>Willpower: 3: You have almost no mental fortitude, your mind is an open book to anyone with any psychic power whatsoever and the trials of temptation are excruciating.
>Fellowship: 4: You are blunt, to the point, and uglier than the undersides of most boots to boot, but that doesn't matter much when your only responsibility is to lift and drop heavy objects in the Emperor's Name.

A fine example of an Imperial citizen.

>What is your numerical designation and unofficial name?

Rolled 7, 5, 4, 5, 3 = 24 (5d10)

>>4213948
This is one hell of a war world...

>>4213948
> Designation: #565288382798144106559
> Name: Arriand Vunant

> Willpower: 3: You have almost no mental fortitude, your mind is an open book to anyone with any psychic power whatsoever and the trials of temptation are excruciating.
> Intelligent: 5: You are the ogryn equivalent of a genius, that is to say you cannot comprehend anything more complicated than the simplest tools and numbers above ten are difficult.
> This person lives in a demon infested Sector, on a war world.

Rolled 10, 3 = 13 (2d10)

>>4213955
Hmm...

Rolled 16, 24, 45 = 85 (3d100)

>>4213955
>>4213972
>tfw three major Chaos Cults are operational, an Orkish waaagh is scouring the system, and Deldar are taking advantage of the situation
Of all the planets you could've landed on.

>>4213961
This will do nicely

>>4213983
So what I understand is that we're a big stick smash facer. Could be worse I guess.

I'll be doing the rest of the calculations behind the scene.

>>4213961
>>4213968
Does anyone have any objections to chronicling the life and times of #565288382798144106559?

>>4213991
Its gud nyugga

>>4213989
It could be, Combat skills and Strength can always substitute for Intimidation.

>>4213993
In that case #565288382798144106559, AKA, Arriand Vunant it is.

>Roll 1d100 for starting circumstances, lower is better, pray that you do not invoke Heresy

Rolled 52 (1d100)

>>4213996

Rolled 83 (1d100)

>>4213996
Emperor protect us.

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>>4214015

Rolled 98 (1d100)

>>4213996
We need a miracle

>>4214018
WHY ARE YOU YELLING IS THAT A BAD ROLL???

>>4214020
>Roll 1d100 for starting circumstances, lower is better,
>lower is better,

>>4214020
this may be a short quest...

>>4214023
>>4214026
I CAN FEEL THE WARP OVERTAKING ME

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>>4214003
You are in the 41st millennium, on a planet called Xillion V somewhere in the Segmentum Obscurus, shoulder deep in a pit of gravel somewhere the sun doesn't shine. That is the beginning and end of your greater understanding. The God Emperor blessed you with being born here, you are blessed to labour for the God Emperor's Imperium, and one day you will be blessed to die in the God Emperor's Name. That is all you need to know. A familiar saying comes to mind.

>++BLESSED IS THE MIND TOO SMALL FOR DOUBT++

You wonder what it's like on Holy Terra. They say it's a paradise, with fields of green grass and blue skies and Saints ready to heal the sick on every street corner. You know that's true. That's what the overseer told you. One day if you work hard enough, you'll get to go to Holy Terra and see the God Emperor there. That's what he told you. It has to be true. If it wasn't true, then that would mean-

>*CRACK*
>"GET BACK TO WORK UNIT #565288382798144106558 OR SO HELP ME IN THE GOD EMPEROR'S NAME I WILL HAVE YOU FLAYED!"

The man beside you wails when the blessed overseer's sanctioned whip of labour encouragement cuts his back open. He stumbles, catches himself on the God Emperor's shovel, and goes back to digging the God Emperor's gravel. You stare. His name is Braccio Gasch. He has a spot next to you in the communal sleeping quarters, you share a ragged blanket and once a week during your generous fifteen minutes of rest time you can talk. You like him, but he's scrawny and can't hold a shovel well. You hope he isn't made into corpse starch like-

>*CRACK*
>"UNIT #565288382798144106559, SO HELP ME GOD EMPEROR ON HIS HOLY THRONE! I WILL NOT TOLERATE LAZINESS!"

The gravel next to your shoulder goes up in a cloud of dust. You pretend to scream in pain so that the blessed overseer doesn't try to whip you again. Lying to the blessed overseer is blasphemy. He said so. You pray that the God Emperor forgives you. The God Emperor didn't put you here to waste the God Emperor's time. You've spent five minutes thinking instead of working. That's a sin and the blessed overseer tells you those are bad. You need to get back to work.

>What do you want to do?

>Dig gravel while praying to the God Emperor
>Dig gravel while singing a hymn to the God Emperor
>Dig gravel while thinking in silence (Roll 1d10)
>(write-in)

>>4214042
>Dig gravel while thinking in silence (Roll 1d10)

>>4214042
>Banish all thought from your mind and diligently resume your Emperor-Given duties.

>>4214042
>Dig gravel while thinking in silence (Roll 1d10)

>>4214045
>>4214053
You decide to dig and think in silence. The blessed overseer tells you that's dangerous and you feel guilty for doing it, but as long as you keep digging the God Emperor's gravel that shouldn't be wrong, right?

>Roll 1d10 to contemplate your place in the God Emperor's Imperium
>Roll 1d20 and 1d5 to dig gravel and stack it into a pile for the God Emperor

>>4214057

>Roll 1d20 and 1d5 to dig gravel and stack it into a pile for the God Emperor

>>4214057
>Roll 1d20 and 1d5 to dig gravel and stack it into a pile for the God Emperor
One day we might be as so lucky to kill all the heretics like the astra militarum

>>4214062
You're doing both at the same time, I need you all to roll a 1d10, 1d20, and 1d5.

>>4214063
That's the spirit.

Rolled 6 (1d10)

>>4214065
best of three for each, or once?

Rolled 1 (1d10)

>>4214065
Oh. Okay.

Rolled 7 (1d20)

>>4214065

>>4214066
Blessed is the mind too small for doubt
Once for each, you are a common citizen of the Imperium, not one of the God Emperor's Angels of Death.

Rolled 2 (1d5)

>>4214065

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>>4214066
>>4214069
>>4214072
>5 < 6 = Failure!
>16 > 7 = Success!
>4 > 2 = Success!
While you dig you think about your place in the God Emperor's Imperium. Without labourers like you, the God Emperor's Imperial Guard wouldn't have sandbags to protect themselves from the filthy heretics that abandoned the God Emperor. You are blessed to be given the chance to serve the God Emperor. You are lucky to have a blessed overseer that tries so hard to keep you working. The blessed overseer works the hardest out of anyone here. You know because he said so, and he's blessed by the God Emperor because he is the only one that's strong enough to carry the burden of encouraging everyone in the gravel pit. You don't know what you would do without the blessed overseer to guide you in the Emperor's Name.

You think about this long and hard for the rest of your eighteen hour shift. You manage to stack enough of the God Emperor's gravel to keep up with the God Emperor's wheelbarrows and make up for Braccio's slowness. You feel sorry for Braccio. He always has so many cuts and bruises. If it weren't for you, he would probably already be made into-

>"UNITS #565288382798144106550-80, YOU ARE DISMISSED! I WILL SEE YOU IN APPROXIMATELY SIX HOURS! THE LAST TO ARRIVE WILL BE SERVE AS AN EXAMPLE!"

A whole six hours? What a blessing! Usually the overseer holds you for an hour overtime. This could give you a chance to catch up on your prayers to Holy Terra! The next shift is approaching the pit. You crawl out and follow Braccio back to the communal sleeping quarters, a sheet metal building with a roof so short you could reach up and touch it. The place is almost empty, with barely fifty of your fellow labourers resting. Braccio stumbles to the moth-eaten blanket you've been blessed to have, curls into a fetal position and weeps. Truly, his faith in the God Emperor is strong.

>What do you want to do with your time?

>Pray to the God Emperor
>Pray to the Holy Saints
>Get a few hours of sleep
>Try to comfort Braccio
>(write-in)

>>4214089
> Get a few hours of sleep

>>4214089
>Try to comfort Braccio
>(write-in)
Get him to join us in prayer. Is he smarter than us? Bless him then

>>4214089
In addition, hug each other for warmth no homo?

>>4214099
> this
bros gotta support each other (no homo)

>>4214090
+1

>>4214099
Support our fellow king who is unfortunate enough to have a brain.

>>4214099
>>4214109
>>4214112
>>4214134
>>4214237
You decide to comfort Braccio with the knowledge that the God Emperor watches over him and that he is blessed to labour for the God Emperor's Imperium. You also hug him, both to comfort him and keep any of the other labourers from stealing the blanket. The blanket belongs to the God Emperor's Imperium and stealing from the God Emperor's Imperium is blasphemy. You know because the blessed overseer said so when you were privileged to watch a labourer who stole a shiny rock from the gravel pit receive the blessing of repentance and also fifty lashings.

>Roll 1d10 to comfort Braccio

Rolled 4 (1d10)

>>4214263

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>>4214271
>4 = 4 = Success!
You take ten whole minutes out of your sleep schedule to talk to him. At first he curls into a tight ball and starts shaking but when you wrap him a hug he goes limp and mutters something about how Holy Terra waits for the doom souls of Xillion V, whatever that's supposed to mean. You really think you reached him. After that you fall asleep, are blessed to have only a mild headache from some dream you can't remember, and spend your first thirty minutes in mandatory pre-work prayer. You notice that Braccio chooses to sleep for fifteen more minutes and then only spend fifteen minutes on the mandatory pre-work prayer, which is supposed to last half an hour. That's a blasphemy against the God Emperor, even if only a little one. You're supposed to report something like this to the blessed overseer but he's the closest thing you have to a friend and he has been having a hard time in the gravel pit lately...

>What should you do?

>Report what you've seen to the blessed overseer, like he says, it's for his own good
>Talk to him and let him know that you're worried his faith and work ethic are slipping
>Pray for fifteen more minutes on his behalf, even if that would risk making you late
>Ignore the blasphemy even if that's a sin, you don't want to see him be whipped
>(write-in)

>>4214280
> Pray for fifteen more minutes on his behalf, even if that would risk making you late

>>4214293
This

>>4214280
>Pray for fifteen more minutes on his behalf, even if that would risk making you late

>>4214280
>Report what you've seen to the blessed overseer, like he says, it's for his own good

I just wanted to say that the writing has been really good so far, OP.

You've done a great job of conveying the thoughts of a mentally challenged man while still making it clear how things ACTUALLY are in the world around him.

>>4214280
>Pray for fifteen more minutes on his behalf, even if that would risk making you late

>>4214280
>Pray for fifteen more minutes on his behalf, even if that would risk making you late

>>4214280
>Pray for fifteen more minutes on his behalf, even if that would risk making you late
>>4214813
this

>>4214280
>>Pray for fifteen more minutes on his behalf, even if that would risk making you late

>>4214293
>>4214324
>>4214448
>>4214819
>>4214875
>>4214940
>>4215252
You decide that if Braccio is too tired to pray the allotted time, you can do it for him. You hear the rest of the labourers leave the communal sleeping quarters and get worried but keep your eyes closed and pray until fifteen minutes have passed. There's a big chance you're going to be late for digging the God Emperor's gravel for the God Emperor's Imperium and that makes you feel guilty, but looking out for your friend makes you feel good. You aren't sure how you should feel but you know you need to hurry if you're going to reach the God Emperor's shovel rack and get into the God Emperor's gravel pit before the blessed overseer notices.

>Roll 1d10 to make it to work on time

Rolled 1 (1d10)

>>4215442

>>4215444

Nicely done.

Rolled 6 (1d10)

>>4215442
Let's wake up the best friend so he doesnt get lashed as much.

>>4215444
Oh fuck that's nice. We employee of the month.

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>>4215444
>1 < 4 = Critical Success!
You leave the communal sleeping quarters and sprint as fast as you can. It makes your lungs hurt to move so quickly and you're so determined you don't even realize it but you reach the God Emperor's shovel rack, grab the shovel the God Emperor's Imperium has blessed you with having, and are the first to get into the God Emperor's gravel pit. By the time the rest of the labourers arrive you already have a small pile stacked and the blessed overseer is impressed.

>"YOU SLOVENLY WRETCHES SHOULD ASPIRE TO THE EXAMPLE UNIT #565288382798144106559 HAS SET! HE GETS AN EXTRA RATION AT MEALTIME! MATCH HIS PACE AND MAYBE IT WON'T COME OUT OF YOURS!"

That is the nicest thing the blessed overseer has ever said to you. Truly, the God Emperor must have smiled on your devotion. You think a few of the others glare at you when they get into the gravel pit but you don't care, because the God Emperor has truly blessed you today.

>"UNIT #565288382798144106536! YOU ARE TWO MINUTES AND FOURTEEN SECONDS LATE! THAT IS ONE-HUNDRED AND THIRTY-FOUR OF THE GOD EMPEROR'S SECONDS WASTED BUT I AM MERCIFUL AND YOU WILL ATONE WITH ONLY SIXTY-SEVEN LASHINGS!"

A choked voice, clearly weeping in devotion for the chance to repent speaks.

>"P-please blessed overseer, I-I sprained my ankle four days ago and have been struggling to-"

>"THE GOD EMPEROR'S IMPERIUM DOES NOT TOLERATE WEAKNESS AND NEITHER SHALL HIS OVERSEER! EIGHTY LASHINGS!"

The labourer casts his head down, limps over to the God Emperor's sanctioned labour encouragement whipping post, and trembles in awe of the God Emperor's majesty as another labourer uses the God Emperor's rope to tie his hands. You pause for a second as the blessed overseer begins to preach about the evils of laziness and virtues of punctuality. Most of the others have stopped to watch and take the chance to rest, but you already have a headstart. Maybe this is a chance to dig even more gravel than the God Emperor's quota to fill the God Emperor's sandbags.

>What do you want to do?

>Take a short break to watch the sanctioned labour encouragement happen
>Keep digging the God Emperor's gravel to fill the God Emperor's sandbags
>Listen long and hard to the blessed overseer's teachings and take them to heart

>>4215496
> Listen long and hard to the blessed overseer's teachings and take them to heart

>>4215496

>Keep digging the God Emperor's gravel to fill the God Emperor's sandbags

>>4215496
>Keep digging the God Emperor's gravel to fill the God Emperor's sandbags
>Listen long and hard to the blessed overseer's teachings and take them to heart
Can we do both?

>>4215496
>>Take a short break to watch the sanctioned labour encouragement happen
>>Listen long and hard to the blessed overseer's teachings and take them to heart

>>4215496
When will Braccio join us in the digging pit? Does he not come later? Did we not wake him? I could had sworn someone suggested waking him so he didn't get in trouble.

We should share half our ration with him. he needs to get big and strong.
>pic related
Bet that's a legit artifact.

>>4215496
>Listen long and hard to the blessed overseer's teachings and take them to heart

>>4214813
>>4214940
I'm glad you like the writing and I'm surprised that I've never seen a regular Imperial citizen quest before.

>>4215580
Normally you could do both without a problem but your Intelligence is so low that basic multitasking is difficult. You could attempt to but if you failed, you wouldn't gain anything from either. Your stats are gradually improving based on the choices you make, enough time and effort could bring to you to 20 or even as much as 30. Improving beyond that point would take augments or worse and there's only so much an illiterate labourer can do to improve their Intelligence. Do you want to take the risk of trying to do both?

>>4215602
Braccio went with the rest of the labourers, he's next to you in the gravel pit and trying not to fall asleep on his shovel handle. Sharing is caring. You can start waking him on your own if you want to, if he missed out on digging ghe God Emperor's gravel for the God Emperor's Imperium and disappointed the blessed overseer that would be terrible.
>Bet that's a legit artifact.
The blessed overseer says every tool lifted in the Emperor's Name is sacred and worth more than the hands that carry it.

>>4215627
How about
>Keep digging the God Emperor's gravel to fill the God Emperor's sandbags
>making sure Braccio doesnt fall asleep

>>4215639
Supporting this

>>4215639
this

>>4215627
As far as social interactions go, what can and can't we do involving the overseer? Can we talk to him and recommend the option to sing hymens in the name of the emperor?

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>>4215639
> Normally you could do both without a problem but your Intelligence is so low that basic multitasking is difficult.
> Okay, but what if we multitask tho?

>>4215699
It sounds easier than digging and listening. We just need to check on our friend every once in a while. At least I hope it's easier.

>>4215627
Do we know if Braccio is a smart cookie?

>>4215639
Supporting. Assuming occasionally checking on our friend is not multi tasking.

>>4215698
Interrupting the holy duties of the blessed overseer is a form of blasphemy, and he is within his rights to determine what does and does not count as an interruption. The gravel pit generally digs in silence but hymns to the glory of the God Emperor, the holiness of the Saints, the power of the Imperium, and the value of hard work are considered acceptable. Every now and then someone sings, but most people prefer to hold their breath and singing hymns incorrectly is a sin that can and will be punished at the blessed overseer's discretion. You can attempt to speak to the blessed overseer during your five minute mealtime if you wish, your early arrival gives you more leeway than you would usually have.

>>4215699
Digging gravel and loading it into a pile while trying to listen carefully and comprehend the blessed overseer's wisdom is challenging, but digging and loading gravel while slapping Braccio's shoulder every five minutes isn't hard.

>>4215722
Braccio is much smarter than the average labourer and has taught himself how to read a few words of Low Gothic script, but the blessed overseer says thinking too hard is dangerous and a closed mind is a fortress of the God Emperor. Sometimes you worry about him. He's very weak and frail, and his condition seems to be worsening by the day. You don't know what you would do without him.

>>4215639
>>4215687
>>4215698
>Roll 1d20 and 1d5 to dig gravel and stack it into a pile for the God Emperor
>Roll 1d5 for Braccio Gasch to stay awake

Rolled 10 (1d20)

>>4215775

Rolled 5 (1d5)

>>4215775
Stack for the stack god

Rolled 7 (1d20)

>>4215775

Rolled 2 (1d5)

>>4215775

>>4215775
Clearly he needs more hugs and a share of our rations from now on. This way he'll grow up to be big and strong, in addition to being smart. He can't if he starves or catches the cold.

>>4215775
regarding dice rolls, rolling low is always considered a good thing, or only for d10's and d20's?

>>4215823
The lower a roll is, the better. The goal is to roll equal or under your relevant stat, in this case Strength and Agility. For particularly easy tasks you don't always need to roll. If you weren't clumsy there wouldn't be a need to roll for piles, just like how a Bloodthirster wouldn't need to roll to tear you limb from limb if it caught you, as your strength and toughness are a fraction of what it can bring to bear, or vice versa, if you caught a particularly pathetic grot in your hands.

>>4215789
>Roll 1d10 to see if the blessed overseer sees fit to punish your incompetence If it weren't for your earlier arrival this would be a 1d20.

Rolled 8 (1d10)

>>4215846

Rolled 5 (1d10)

>>4215846

Rolled 6 (1d10)

>>4215846

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>>4215787
>>4215789
>>4215810
>>4215850
>4 < 5 = Failure!
>"P-please ha-have mercy overse-" *CRACK* "EEER!" *CRACK* "P-PLEASE, N-NO-" *CRACK* "NO MORE, I'M BEGGING YOU, PLEEAA-" *CRACK* "AAAAGH!" *CRACK* "-Eeeese-" *CRACK**CRACK**CRACK*
>"THE GOD EMPEROR SEES YOUR FAILINGS, AND YOU MUST ATONE!"
>"S-saaaints-" *CRACK* "pr-prese-" *CRACK* "-erve me." *CRACK**CRACK**CRACK*
>"SLOTHFULNESS IS UNFORGIVABLE, ONLY BLOOD CAN REDEEM THE SLUGGARD!"
>*CRACK**CRACK**CRACK* "Aaaaghh-" *CRACK**CRACK**CRACK*
>"YOU WILL DO THE GOD EMPEROR'S WORK OR YOU WILL SUFFER HIS CONTEMPT!"
>*CRACK**CRACK* "..." *CRACK**CRACK*

You try not to think about the sinner on the sanctioned labour encouragement whipping post and try to do the best job you can. For what feel like hours you shovel gravel and load it onto the pile, but you don't forget about your friend and when he seems like hes's going to fall, you're there to catch him and shake him awake. He does his best to dig and even contributes enough to the pile that the blessed overseer doesn't even notice how slow and shaky his shovel is. You are there for him and you've dug a good pile. Mealtime is almost here, all that's left is to get one last-

>*CK-THUNK*

For a split second you could swear you felt a shovel handle on your ankle, and you're sent stumbling into the God Emperor's gravel! On instinct you try to catch yourself but only roll and make it worse, scattering the God Emperor's gravel all over the God Emperor's ground! Oh no oh no oh no this can't be happening. You were doing so good, you got here early and helped your friend and even got extra rations, but now- The blessed overseer just saw the entire morning's quota wasted in less than ten seconds. He snaps to attention and starts approaching with his sanctioned labour encouragement whip held ready. For a second, you think you can hear a quiet chuckle nearby, coming from someone on the other side of the gravel pit.

>"UNIT #565288382798144106559!!! SPILLING THE GOD EMPEROR'S GRAVEL ON THE GOD EMPEROR'S GROUND?!? WHAT IS THE MEANING OF THIS!?!"
Oh no oh no oh no oh no-
>*CRACK*

A cloud of gravel is flung into the air when the blessed overseer swings his sanctioned labour encouragement whip at your feet. This is terrifying. You remember the last time you sinned like this and were allowed to repent, but you don't even know if that was you this time or if-

>"EXPLAIN YOURSELF OR I'LL RIP A CONFESSION FROM YOUR TONGUE!"
>"Uh, uh-uh- I-I"

While you're trying to find your words, Braccio lays his shovel on the ground and steps in front of you with his hands on his head.

>(cont)

>>4215903
>"S-sir, I am responsible for the accident."
>"YOU ARE RESPONSIBLE FOR THIS, UNIT #565288382798144106558!?!"
>"Yes sir, I was trying to take a shortcut and knocked Arria- Unit #6559 over."
>YOU WERE TRYING TO TAKE A SHORTCUT ON THE GOD EMPEROR'S TIME?"
>"... Yes, yes I was sir. I apologize sir. It won't happen again sir."
>"GOD EMPEROR ON HIS GOLDEN THRONE, IT WON'T! GET TO THE WHIPPING POST!"

Your friend goes still and starts to walk. Wait, that's not what happened. No no no... Lying to the blessed overseer is a serious sin and you're required to tell the blessed overseer when another labourer tells a lie, even if it's in the communal sleeping quarters. Telling it to his face is even worse! But he did it for you, just like you prayed for him and tried to keep him awake. You're so confused and Braccio is about to get hurt repenting for a sin he didn't make and you only have a few seconds left to do something!

>What do you want to do?

>Beg the blessed overseer to let you demonstrate the beauty of martyrdom for your fellow labourers.
>Confess that Braccio lied and that spilling this morning's quota of the God Emperor's was your fault.
>Tell the blessed overseer that someone used the God Emperor's shovel to tripped you into the gravel pile.
>Give into instinct and throw yourself at the blessed overseer's feet so that he gets angry at you instead.
>Attempt to convince the blessed overseer to let him go without a punishment using your words (Roll 1d20).
>Do the unthinkable. (Roll 1d20)
>(write-in)

>>4215906
> Beg the blessed overseer to let you demonstrate the beauty of martyrdom for your fellow laborers.

>>4215906
>Tell the blessed overseer that someone used the God Emperor's shovel to tripped you into the gravel pile.
I expect the worst, but I'm curious to see what would happen. Our boy is too stupid to lie.

>>4215915
Hm. I'll swap my vote to this.

>>4215906
Almost forgot to clarify because our boy is a dumb dumb
>Tell the blessed overseer that someone that ISN'T UNIT #565288382798144106558 used the God Emperor's shovel to tripped you into the gravel pile. Because they're probably sad that that Mr. Overseer took away their rations to give to us, but that's ok. We'll work extra hard to pick up the slack so he doesn't have to take their rations, and we'll stick to what we have.
I dunno mate. It's probably not gonna work as I think it would, what with his low CHA.

Or maybe just
>Tell the blessed overseer that someone used the God Emperor's shovel to tripped you into the gravel pile.
And we'll work extra harder so no one has to get lashed. Could we apply our melee skill against the gravel to shovel faster?

>>4215906
>Tell the blessed overseer that someone used the God Emperor's shovel to tripped you into the gravel pile.
There’s the thing that he may ask who did it and we don’t really know who

>>4215906

Rolling with >>4215915

So not dead yet?

>>4216648
Qms sleep too

>>4216739
no they don't

>>4216648
Not until you've met a gruesome end or miraculously lasted long enough to die of old age.

>>4216739
>>4216742
We go into a sort of trance.

>>4215915
>>4215920
>>4216497
>Roll 1d10 to convince the blessed overseer that one of the God Emperor's labourers has knowingly sabotaged the God Emperor's gravel designated for the sandbags of the God Emperor's Imperium

Rolled 2 (1d10)

>>4217134

>>4217134
low is good, right?

>>4217187
Yes.

>>4217137
>Roll 1d10 to determine the severity of his reaction, 10 is extreme, 1 is negligible

Rolled 2 (1d10)

>>4217214

>>4217137
>>4217233

Fuckin nice one

>>4217214
2's. The overseer is in a forgiving mood it seems.

>>4217137
>>4217233
You react in the only way you know how, gripping the hem of the overseer's cloak and shouting.

>"NUH-UH! NO-NO HE DIDN'T DO ANYTHING, SOMEONE TRIPPED ME!"

The blessed overseer scowls, bringing back his sanctioned labour encouragement whip then stops, apparently seeing the desperate honesty in your eyes. He spits on the God Emperor's ground and grits his teeth, incensed.

>"WHO WAS RESPONSIBLE FOR THIS?"

You try to remember but you didn't see them yourself, only felt the God Emperor's shovel handle catching your ankles. You scratch your head.

>"I-... I don't know blessed overseer sir. They got me fr'm behind n' I didn't see 'em. Sir."

An irritated growl escapes him, clearly frustrated that he won't get the chance to bring the sinner to repent. Braccio stops, casts his head down, and tries to stay silent but the blessed overseer isn't known for his weakness of memory.

>"UNIT #565288382798144106558, YOU MEAN TO SAY YOU'VE LIED TO THE FACE OF YOUR GOD EMPEROR APPOINTED OVERSEER?"
>"... Y-yes sir."
>"AND WHY WOULD YOU DARE DO SUCH A THING?"
>"I did not want Unit #6559 to be whipped, sir."
>"AND WHY WOULD YOU INTERRUPT THE GOD EMPEROR'S JUSTICE?"
>"His mind is... too small for doubt and I should've been doing more to watch him. If anyone deserves to be whipped, it's me, sir."

The blessed overseer stares blankly, then scowls, contemplating.

>"SO BE IT! NOT ONE OF YOU WILL EAT UNTIL THE GOD EMPEROR'S GRAVEL IS PILED HIGH FOR THE GOD EMPEROR'S SANDBAGS! ANYONE TO COME FORTH WITH PROOF OF THE SABOTEUR'S IDENTITY WILL RECEIVE AN EXTRA MEAL RATION! A CONFESSION WILL EARN THE GOD EMPEROR'S MERCY!"

The labourers stare, shocked that no-one is about to be encouraged, and snap back to attention as the blessed overseer snarls.

>"NOW, GET BACK TO WORK BEFORE MY PATIENCE WEARS THIN!"

You pick up the shovel and take care to watch your feet.

>Roll 1d20 and 1d5 to dig gravel and stack it into a pile for the God Emperor

Rolled 16 (1d20)

>>4217319

Rolled 13 (1d20)

>>4217319

Rolled 1 (1d5)

>>4217319

Rolled 4 (1d20)

>>4217319

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>>4217330
>>4217335
>16 = 16 = Success!
>1 < 5 = Critical Success!

The other labourers work halfheartedly correct someone else's mistake but you scramble to dig, scooping gravel and throwing it over your shoulder so fast that your eyes can barely keep up. In only fifteen minutes the God Emperor's gravel is almost restored and in half an hour there's not a sign it was ever knocked over. At some point the blessed overseer gives the call for mealtime but you don't hear him and keep digging. Ignore the hunger and bury your shame, ignore the hunger and bury your shame, ignore the hunger and bury your shame, ignore-

A hand clasps on your shoulder. You realize it's been nearly twelve hours since you started. You turn to see it's the blessed overseer, drop your shovel, and throw up a crude salute. He gives a thin smile.

>"AT EASE UNIT #565288382798144106559. KEEP UP THE GOOD WORK. DISMISSED."

He claps you on the back and leaves for wherever the blessed overseers go when the labourers finish their shifts. You stare, barely comprehending the gravity of what he said. Praise the God Emperor. It's time to go back to the communal sleeping quarters. You find Braccio is awake, waiting for you. He's hiding a ration bar below the blanket, presses it in your hand, and whispers.

>"You did a good job out there Arriand. I don't know what might've happened if you didn't step in. Take it, you never got your extra ration and deserve this more than I do."

>Roll 1d5 to deduce the origins of the ration bar

Rolled 10 (1d20)

>>4217319

Rolled 1 (1d5)

>>4217374

I meant to write
>>4217374
>Roll 1d6 to deduce the origins of the ration bar

>>4217381
But I'll take this since it was before the corrected roll prompt.

Rolled 4 (1d5)

>>4217374
Is he eating well?

Rolled 5 (1d6)

>>4217382

Rolled 1 (1d6)

>>4217382
I hope it's not his own. He needs to eat or he'll get sick.

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>>4217381
>1 < 6 = Critical Success!

You think long and hard. Ration bars don't come out of nowhere, they come from the God Emperor's blessed manufactorums somewhere else, then they're brought here by the God Emperor's blessed transports. There are only so many ration bars every day and he didn't get an extra ration bar, which means that Braccio either stole this or... He would never steal from someone which means this must be his, from mealtime, and that he saved it for you. If you weren't so thirsty a tear might come to your eye.

>What should you do?

>Take the ration bar, he's right, you've worked hard and earned it.
>Give him back the ration bar, your friend needs it more than you.
>(write-in)

>>4217388
The same as any labourer, one ration bar and half a cup of water per day. You used to get one and a half and a full cup on Saint's Days, but then the filthy heretics came and they started rationing supplies.

>>4217405
>Split the ration bar in half, we both need it.

>>4217405
>Give him back the ration bar, your friend needs it more than you.

>>4217408
Support.

>>4213710

Rolled 5: Segmentum Ultima

Rolled 14: Hive Worlder

>>4217408
+1

>>4217408
This actually. It's a good middle ground. Arriand gets at least a little energy for tomorrow, and our friend grows stronger.

>>4217407
Would it be possibly to apply for the PDF? If we did so would we get more food and water? Medicine even?

>>4217447
I doubt his "job" is something he could just up a leave. They're slaves in everything but name.

>>4217489
It might be worth a shot?

>>4217447
You could ask the blessed overseer if you can volunteer, the PDF is in dire need of additional autogun fodder valiant martyrs and any volunteers count toward the quota. They also make the labour unit less capable of meeting the quota in the future so you would have to give a good argument, especially after how well you've been doing recently. Wasting the PDF recruiter's time with volunteers that don't meet their bare minimum standards is a mild offense and for the blessed overseer, that presents little gain for massive risk. That, and if you left, you don't know who would take care of Braccio.

PDF tend to get better rations but heretical activity in the deepest recesses of the slums have brought medicine to extremely high demand and getting any would take some doing. Rumour has it the PDF is suffering grievous casualties to hold the filthy heretics at bay but reinforcements have been sent for.

>>4217489
Normally that would earn you a visit to the sanctioned labour encouragement whipping post, but this has been classified as a war world for good reason and its human resources are increasingly stretched thin.

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>>4217408
>>4217418
>>4217420
>>4217421
You pause, wrestling with the implications. You're extremely hungry but if Braccio starves, he could get sick or worse. Both of you need the ration bar. The only right thing to do is share it. You make sure to break it very gently so there's no sound, and then pass the piece that looks biggest back to your friend. He stares at it, stunned.

>"I-I can't take this. N-not after you've-"
You interrupt.
>"Then take it for me."
Your friend goes silent, then takes the ration bar. The two of you eat in silence, go to sleep, and awaken in time for the pre-work prayer. Braccio's prayer seems particularly intense today. That's good. True faith earns the blessing of the God Emperor. You know that because the blessed overseer told you so. You both leave in time and start walking to the gravel pit, but you notice someone is lagging behind. They're going half the speed of everyone else and limping. At that rate, they're bound to be late.

You realize this is the same sinner that repented yesterday morning. His ankle is swollen even though it's wrapped in rags from his shirt, and you can see the lashings on his back are still red. They aren't the first and if they don't get infected, they'll leave a scar like the rest. If you wanted to, you could stop and help carry him to the gravel pit so he wouldn't be late but then there's a good chance you'd both be late. Then again, you don't want to disappoint the blessed overseer and he did commit the sin of laziness yesterday. Maybe you should leave him there and make sure you're on time.

>What do you want to do?

>Carry your fellow labourer to the gravel pit (Roll 1d20)
>Hurry up and make sure that you aren't late yourself.

>>4217511
Maybe, just maybe, if we can get strong enough we could earn a little more extra rations, then our buddy could join us in the pdf.

>>4217544
>Carry your fellow labourer to the gravel pit (Roll 1d20)
Would it be easier if our friend helps?

>>4217553
It would be easier but you'd have to spend a minute convincing him to stop. He's on thin ice with the blessed overseer, but after all you've done he's likely to risk it for your sake.

>>4217557
Carry him by ourself then

>>4217544
>Carry your fellow labourer to the gravel pit (Roll 1d20)
Ask our friend for help too

>>4217544
>>Carry your fellow labourer to the gravel pit (Roll 1d20)
Ask our friend to help

>>4217575
>>4217578
>Roll 1d6 to convince Braccio to help

Rolled 6 (1d6)

>>4217612

>>4217629
>Roll 1d22 to carry your fellow labourer to the gravel pit

Rolled 12 (1d22)

>>4217646

Rolled 10 (1d22)

>>4217646

>>4217612
Eh. Hes probably too tired.

Rolled 17 (1d22)

>>4217646

Rolled 4 (1d6)

>>4217612

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>>4217629
>>4217647
>4 < 6 = Critical Failure!
>16 > 12 = Success!

You grab your friend's shoulder and point to the straggler. Braccio stares, not comprehending until you grunt and he gets a weird look in his eyes, like he's guilty and angry and sad all at once.

>"We need to help him."
He watches the rest of the crowd start to drift away.
>"... By the Throne- I'd take a lasbolt for you but you saw the way the overseer looked at me yesterday. If I'm late for the pit he'll whip me 'till I stop twitching. I-I can't risk that."
You realize what he means.
>"Braccio, please!"
The other labourers are almost out of sight.
>"Arriand, I-... I'm sorry, but I can't help you."
He turns and runs to catch up with them. You feel really bad that you aren't there with him, but even worse that he didn't stay to help. The God Emperor is watching you. Thinking about your friend now is a waste of time, you can talk about it later. Right now you have work to do. You run over to the limping man and try to grab his arm. He realizes what you're doing and shifts his weight onto his good leg.

>"You're the fool that knocked over yesterday's gravel."
The two of you start to walk, he must be hurting really bad but doesn't show it.
>"Nuh-uh, somebody tripped me and I filled it back up again so-"
He dry heaves, wincing in your grip, and leans heavier on you.
>"You don't have to explain yourself to me. You stopped. No-one else would've done that. Wha's your name then?"
You start to think really hard.
>"Uhh, Unit #5652-"
The man waves his hand.
>"No, I mean your real name. Not that manufactorum-line shit."
You don't know how you feel about him insulting the God Emperor's Imperium's labour efficiency number system but you know what he means.
>"M-my name is Arriand Vunant."
The limping sinner nods.
>"Yeah... I'm Ruhr, Ruhr Nozick."
You stumble in a pothole and he yelps in pain.
>"Ffffffuck. S-so how'd you end up here then?"
You aren't sure what he means by here.
>"The pits, digging rocks and bagging 'em to get blown up."
Now you understand and try really hard to remember.
>"I never knew my dad. Only knew my mom until I was up to her knee, and she brought me to the outside of a manufactorum. Talked to the overseer about something then he handed her something and took me inside and I-... I never saw her again.."
He stays quiet for some time and scowls, gritting yellow teeth.
>"Ain't that a daemon's own luck."
Neither of you talk any more until you reach the gravel pit, just in time for the overseer to start collecting his tally. He doesn't notice that you were the last two to arrive, or maybe he pretends not to. Braccio stares at his feet. Ruhr limps off to his spot on the line-up and whispers.
>"Thanks kid, might've saved my life."

That makes you feel good. You grab the God Emperor's shovel and the work day begins.

>Roll 1d20 and 1d5 to dig gravel and stack it into a pile for the God Emperor

Rolled 8 (1d20)

>>4217854
DIG

Rolled 5 (1d5)

>>4217854
FOR THE EMPRAH
Is it possible to clean the shovels to dig better? Oh wait that would require water never mind.

>>4217854
What's skills are the d20 and d5 for?

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>>4217872
Saints preserve me, someone else roll

Rolled 4 (1d5)

>>4217854

>>4217872
It might seem like a cop-out but I won't accept this because you've already rolled. You could clean the shovels, theoretically, if you had access to a source of water or some spare rags. The blessed overseer gives you the chance to sharpen them with the communal sleeping quarter's communal sharpening stone once every two weeks but they tend to blunt quickly.

>>4217877
Strength and Agility, respectively.

>>4217880
It doesn't count because you rolled twice in a row. There's several anons in this thread and they should have a chance to roll too.

Rolled 4 (1d5)

>>4217854

GRAVEL FOR THE EMPEROR

>>4217886
If we do extra well and have spare time for sleeping, could we sharpen the shovels? Blessed be the Emperor blessed shovels.

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>>4217866
>>4217881
>16 > 8 = Success!
>4 = 4 = Success!

You dig long and hard, longer and harder than the others because you truly believe the God Emperor on the Golden Throne on Holy Terra is waiting for you to fill that gravel pile. You think that the blessed overseer is starting to notice how hard you try to dig the God Emperor's gravel for the God Emperor's Imperium, but he doesn't single you out. Braccio doesn't breathe a word and seems to feel guilty about something. Probably about how he left you to carry Ruhr on your own. That was bad and made you feel bad, but you think you forgive him. You wouldn't want to be late for the God Emperor's gravel pit and disappoint the blessed overseer either.

It's mealtime now. You have a ration bar and five whole minutes to eat it. Unless you wanted to split it up or give it to someone else...

>What do you want to do?

>Eat the whole ration bar on your own, you've been working hard
>Give the ration bar to someone else, they need it more than you (who?)
>Split up the ration bar, take half and give half to someone else (who?)
>Split up the ration bar, give half to Braccio and half to Ruhr, the blessed overseer says that hunger is lack of faith leaving the body
>(write-in)

>>4217900
You would have to ask the blessed overseer for permission, but he's very likely to give such a hard worker for the God Emperor's Imperium a chance to better the God Emperor's shovel. It would make digging a little easier for a day or two.

>>4217910
>SO BE IT! NOT ONE OF YOU WILL EAT UNTIL THE GOD EMPEROR'S GRAVEL IS PILED HIGH FOR THE GOD EMPEROR'S SANDBAGS!
>Split up the ration bar, take half and give half to someone else (who?)
Braccio. He needs the sustainence. From what I understand everyone got something to eat thanks to our outstanding work ethics.

>>4217916
I guess we'll find out soon enough if we'll have enough time or not.

>>4217916
Actually making it easier to dig for a day or two sounds fantastic. Everyone will dig better which means the bags will be filled faster, giving us more time to do.... things. Like sleep... or sharpening the shovels. It's a start. We just need to ask if we can sharpen them every two days.

>>4217921
The labourers usually get a mealtime in the middle of every work day, but sometimes the blessed overseer forgets, ration bars are short, or they want to punish negligence by making the labour unit fast and contemplate their failings. Everyone still got to have a mealtime even if it was much later than normal yesterday, but only because of your exceptional performance. Others are starting to notice how hard a worker you are, which could be a good thing or a bad thing.

>>4217910
>Eat the whole ration bar on your own, you've been working hard

>>4217910
>Eat the whole ration bar on your own, you've been working hard

Enough fren time damn it, we should not consistently try to invoke blasphemy on ourselves over someone else.

>>4217910
>Eat the whole ration bar on your own, you've been working hard
Got to keep our strength up.

>>4217910

>Eat the whole ration bar on your own, you've been working hard

>>4217935
While we're at it, let's tell our friend we're not mad.

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>>4217943
>>4217962
>>4217970
>>4217972
You haven't eaten a full meal in two work days, three if you don't count the ration bar you shared with Braccio. Enough is enough, if you're going to serve the God Emperor you need to keep your strength. You eat the entire ration bar then scrape the crumbs from the God Emperor's shirt and eat them too. Your friend has been dead-silent since you woke up. You pat him on the back.
>"It's okay. I'm not mad."
He goes limp, staring at hands that had a ration bar of their own less than two minutes ago.
>"I know but... I left you there for my own damned sake. You could've been whipped!"
You nod.
>"Tha's not important. What matters is that we got here on time and didn't disappoint the God Emperor or blessed overseer."
After you say that Braccio stares at the God Emperor's ground, trembling in what must be reverent awe. It's good that he has faith in the God Emperor.

Mealtime is over. The work day continues.

>Roll 1d20 and 1d5 to dig gravel and stack it into a pile for the God Emperor

Rolled 4 (1d20)

>>4218066

Rolled 1 (1d20)

>>4218066

Rolled 3 (1d5)

>>4218066

>>4218075
>>4218077
>16 > 4 = Success!
>4 > 3 = Success!

You keep digging the God Emperor's gravel and loading it onto the God Emperor's pile for the God Emperor's Imperium. You live to serve the God Emperor's Imperium. You will work long and hard for the God Emperor and the God Emperor's Imperium. If you work hard, the God Emperor will notice your labour and take you and all the others away to be in paradise on Holy Terra. You know this, because the blessed overseer told you so. Before you know it the work day is over and it's time to go back to the communal sleeping quarters. You need to sleep but you see Ruhr is slumped over and shivering. He must be cold without a blanket or anyone else. He might get sick.

>What do you want to do?

>Ignore him and go to sleep with Braccio like you normally do
>Go to sleep with Ruhr instead, your friend will understand
>Convince Braccio to let Ruhr borrow your blanket, he needs it
>Try to get Braccio to let Ruhr sleep with you both, there's space

>>4218117
>(write-in)

>>4218117
Hug pile with Braccio? Would he ok with that?

Awe dang. No exceptional shoveling time? Guess we'll have to sharpen the shovels on our bi-weekly schedule.

Anyway we can increase our dex?

>>4218117
>Try to get Braccio to let Ruhr sleep with you both, there's space

>>4218134
>Hug pile with Braccio? Would he ok with that?
You'd have to convince him. There's a risk of infection setting in on the cuts from the lashing and only so much room for the blanket. Nighttime conditions are frigid, two Celsius lower and every one without a full-body covering would be at risk of hypothermia. Forcing everyone into a small, cramped building saves on heating costs and is efficient, but there are only so many blankets to go around and pneumonia is uncommon but far from unheard of.
>Awe dang. No exceptional shoveling time?
You'd need a crit or exceptional stats, Strength >= 20 and Agility >= 5.
>Anyway we can increase our dex?
You need to practice. Shoveling the God Emperor's gravel for the God Emperor's Imperium does slowly train your Strength and Agility but not as fast as dedicated training. You're four-tenths of the way toward an improvement in your Agility, crits cause you to gain double or more experience in the relevant stat, while completing tasks provides a small but steady amount of experience. If you keep performing your task well or earn the blessed overseer's favour you may be promoted to moving a wheelbarrow or given a newer shovel.

>>4218117
>Try to get Braccio to let Ruhr sleep with you both, there's space

>>4218167
>given a newer shovel
ARE YOU IMPLYING THERES SOMETHING WRONG WITH THE EMPEROR GIVEN SHOVELS!?! **BLAM**
Really ghetto idea, but what if the food ration packets could be knitted into a blanket with enough wrappers?

>>4218117
>Try to get Braccio to let Ruhr sleep with you both, there's space
>(write-in)
Have him sleep with his cuts laden back facing away from us.

>>4218205
That could be done, if you weren't required to return the God Emperor's ration bar wrappers so they can be reused to seal more of the God Emperor's ration bars. Causing undue damage to your ration bar is a mild sin, and punishing that wastefulness is part of the duties of the blessed overseer.

>>4218159
>>4218200
>>4218249
>Roll 1d5 to convince Braccio to let Ruhr sleep with you both It would be a 1d10 but you've come closer as friends and he's still guilty.

Rolled 4 (1d5)

>>4218793

>>4218117
>Try to get Braccio to let Ruhr sleep with you both, there's space. Blanket or no, the ambient body heat from two people sleeping nearby should warm him up a little. Additionally, try to have him sleep with his back facing away from the two of you so as to minimize the chance of infection.
This has been a really enjoyable quest OP. Thanks for running it.

Rolled 2 (1d5)

>>4218793

>>4218812
It's been a really interesting way to approach 40k, and I'm interested to see where it goes in the future.

>>4218795
>Roll 1d20 for Ruhr to heal from his lashings

Rolled 4 (1d20)

>>4218901

Rolled 10 (1d20)

>>4218901
I kind of suspect what's going to happen soonish.

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>>4218795
>>4218905
>4 = 4 = Success!
>8 > 4 = Success!

You can't watch him shiver like that. You shake Braccio's shoulder and he rolls over.
>"What's going on?"
>"The man who was lashed yesterday is shivering."
>"... What does that-"
>"His name is Ruhr. We need to let him use our blanket."
Your voice sounds desperate but you don't care.
>"Arriand, this blanket is-"
>"His back is still lashed open. H-he might die if we don't."
Braccio looks into your eyes-
>"Please..."
-and something in them makes him give.
>"Okay, I'll make some space... Make sure he sleeps with his back away from us."
>"... Why?"
>"If it isn't and he gets sick there, we would too."
>"Oh."

You lower your head so you don't risk scraping the roof and step over the other sleeping labourers to reach the lashed man. He's shaking but you can't tell if it's from the cold or the pain. You shake his shoulder and he snaps awake, staring with a look of terror that fades a second after he sees it's you.

>"Arriand- What are you doing here?"
You run your fingers through your hair trying to think of a way to explain.
>"Th-there's some space under the God Emperor's blanket we use. Y-you could-"
He looks confused for a second, then intense.
>"Sleep? With you? And-... and a blanket?"
>"Yeah-huh, it's not warm but it's better than the open-"
>"How many of my ration bars you want?"
Now you're confused.
>"I-I don't know what you mean by that, I ju-just thought-"
Ruhr grips you in a hug more strong than you would expect. The man is trembling and you think you hear a faint sobbing sound.
>"Thanks, kid... Giving a man a free spot under a blanket, I've never heard of such."

You help him limp and crawl over to where your friend, then make sure he rolls so his back is facing away from the rest of you. Braccio takes the middle when you insist and you get on the edge. It's a little colder there but Braccio's skinny and you can handle the cold better. You hope Ruhr isn't cold, but there's nothing else you can do. When you wake up for the pre-work prayer, your friend is going through the motions and the limping man, your other friend, you realize, is busy massaging the cuts on his back. They seem shallower and pinker than yesterday. You think that's a good sign. You pray that the God Emperor heals his wounds, even if they happened because he sinned. This time Braccio helps you carry Ruhr and all three of you get to the God Emperor's gravel pit before the blessed overseer takes his tally.

You grab the God Emperor's shovel and the work day begins.

>Roll 1d20 and 1d5 to dig gravel and stack it into a pile for the God Emperor

Rolled 19 (1d20)

>>4218942

Rolled 17 (1d20)

>>4218942

Rolled 3 (1d5)

>>4218942

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>>4218952
>>4218953
FUCK. We were doing so well too.
I think we failed the Strength check, but passed the agility check? We gonna need to work hard to sharpen them shovels.

>>4218942
Where are we on the planet? Are we near a Hivecity, is it too far, or is that meta?

>>4218965
its not bo3?

Rolled 10 (1d20)

>>4218942

>>4219080
it's bo1

>>4219080
What he said >>4219096
Its first come first serve.

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>>4218952
>>4218959
>16 < 19 = Failure!
>4 > 3 = Success!

You dig the God Emperor's gravel, you throw it into the God Emperor's pile. You are a faithful servant of the God Emperor. You dig the God Emperor's gravel, you throw it into the God Emperor's pile. You are proud to be a part of the God Emperor's Imperium. You dig the God Emperor's gravel, you throw it into the God Emperor's pile. You will work hard and one day you will see Holy Terra. You are a faithful servant. You dig the God Emperor's gravel, you throw it into the God Emperor's pile. You are faithful. You dig the God Emperor's gravel, you throw it onto the God Emperor's pile. The shovel goes in-, faithful-, the shovel goes out.

Months of nonstop labour and sharing ration bars take their toll.

Your knees buckle and everything goes black.

>Roll 1d6 to see if the blessed overseer punishes you for your laziness.

>>4219080
Once for each, you are a common citizen of the Imperium, not one of the God Emperor's Angels of Death.

>>4218988
You know that you are in the lower levels of Xillion V Habitation Unit #346. You don't know what that means but you know it's important.

Rolled 6 (1d6)

>>4220625
Did we at least over fill today's quota?

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>>4220638
FUCK

>>4220638
>Roll 1d10 to determine the severity of his reaction, 10 is extreme, 1 is negligible

>>4220638
No. You have failed the God Emperor's Imperium and disappointed the blessed overseer.

Rolled 2 (1d10)

>>4220642

Rolled 4 (1d10)

>>4220642
This is fine. Punish me daddy.

There must be a heretic or saboteur among us in the pits.

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>>4220638
>>4220646
>4 < 6 = Critical Failure!

You wake back up. Your eyes snap open and you stand to grab the God Emperor's shovel so you can return to digging the God Emperor's gravel. The God Emperor's shovel isn't in arm's reach. Someone took it. The blessed overseer is standing there with a stern glare. He brings the whip back and you cower.

>"YOU HAVE DISAPPOINTED ME, UNIT #565288382798144106559. YOU SHOWED PROMISE BUT IT HAS BECOME ABUNDANTLY CLEAR TO ME THAT IF YOU LACK THE CALIBER TO DIG THE GOD EMPEROR'S GRAVEL, YOU ARE NOT WORTHY TO TRANSPORT THE GOD EMPEROR'S GRAVEL."

The reality sinks in. You have failed the God Emperor's Imperium. You are a disgrace in the sight of Holy Terra. You have disappointed the God Emperor on the Golden Throne. More than that, you have let the blessed overseer down. Tears come to your eyes. You try to blink them back but can't.

>"I-I'm so sorry I f-failed you bl-blessed overseer..."
He is unmoved by the choking in your voice.
>"DO YOU KNOW WHY YOU ARE NOT ON THE SANCTIONED LABOUR ENCOURAGEMENT WHIPPING POST, UNIT #565288382798144106559?"
You think for a minute and begin sobbing.
>"I am not worthy to repent."
The blessed overseer pauses. You don't if his glare really softened or you're so desperate for his approval you're seeing things.
>"NO, UNIT ##565288382798144106559. ONLY THE TRAITOR, THE MUTANT, AND THE WITCH ARE BEYOND REPENTANCE AND YOU ARE NONE."
You are openly weeping.
>"Th-then why am I not-"
>"YOU HAVE WHAT NO-ONE ELSE IN YOUR LABOUR UNIT DOES, UNIT #565288382798144106559."
A moment passes while you are deep in thought.
>"A rash on my-"
>"NO, UNIT #565288382798144106559. YOUR MIND IS TOO SMALL FOR DOUBT. YOU HAVE TRUE FAITH AND THERE IS NO LAPSE IN PIETY TO PUNISH."
You aren't so sure what he's saying.
>"Y-you mean I haven't sinned?"
>"YOU HAVE NOT SINNED- BUT YOU HAVE FAILED TO MEET THE DAILY QUOTA AND HAVE LAID IN A COMATOSE STUPOR FOR THREE AND A HALF TERRAN HOURS."
>"Does that mean that-"
>"UNIT #565288382798144106559. YOU WILL LABOUR OVERTIME FOR THREE DAYS OR UNTIL I HAVE DEEMED THAT YOU HAVE DONE ENOUGH TO ATONE. DO NOT FAIL TO DIG THE GOD EMPEROR AND HIS IMPERIUM AGAIN, UNIT #565288382798144106559."
You've not only been forgiven- you're going to be allowed to dig even more of the God Emperor's gravel for the God Emperor's Imperium? Praise the God Emperor! You fall to your knees and can't stop sobbing.
>"Th-thank you bl-blessed overse-se-er."
He lays a hand on your shoulder.
>"DO NOT BOW TO ME UNIT #565288382798144106559. THREE-FOURTHS OF THE WORK DAY HAVE PASSED AND YOU CAN DO NO MORE. RETURN TO YOUR COMMUNAL SLEEPING QUARTERS. GET SOME SLEEP WHILE YOU CAN. YOU WILL BE STAYING IN THE GOD EMPEROR'S GRAVEL PIT TWO HOURS LATER TOMORROW, AND THE DAY AFTER TOMORROW, AND THE NEXT DAY, OR UNTIL YOU HAVE ATONED FOR YOUR FAILINGS."
You nod your head.
>"Sir yes sir, blessed overseer sir!"

>(cont)

>>4220714
You turn to leave and get a few footsteps before the sanctioned labour encouragement whip cracks and throws dust up at your feet. You turn back and the blessed overseer has something in his hand.
>"YOU HAVE FORGOTTEN SOMETHING, UNIT #565288382798144106559."
He presses it into yours and you can't believe what you're-
>"YOU NEVER RECLAIMED YOUR EXTRA MEAL RATION. I KNOW MY SANCTIONED LABOUR ENCOURAGEMENT METHODS ARE HARSH, UNIT #565288382798144106559, BUT I AM A DESIGNATED REPRESENTATIVE OF THE GOD EMPEROR'S IMPERIUM, AND I AM A MAN OF MY WORD. YOU ARE DISMISSED."

The tears run down your face all the way back to the communal sleeping quarters. The communal sleeping quarters are empty and you can hardly believe the blessing you've received. You have another one of the God Emperor's extra ration bars, and the blessed overseer gave it to you! He ordered you to get some sleep and you will because the blessed overseer told you so, but first you need to decide what you're going to do with the God Emperor's ration bar.

>What do you want to do?

>Eat the entire ration bar on your own right now.
>Save it so you can give it to someone else later.
>Break it in half, eat one piece and save the other.
>Return the whole ration bar, you don't deserve this.
>(write-in)

>>4220717
>Break it in half, eat one piece and save the other.
we need the strength

>>4220717
>Break it in half, eat one piece and save the other.

>>4220717
>Break it in half, eat one piece and save the other.

>>4220717
>Break it in half, eat one piece and save the other.

>>4220717
>Eat the entire ration bar on your own right now.

>>4220717
>Break it in half, eat one piece and save the other.

>>4220722
+1

>>4220722
+1
we should eat half to night, save the other half in our hand untill lunch, if any of our friends gets punished we'll share otherwise well eat it aswell.
We collapsed and we need to get our strength back.

Could we practice a hymn instead of praying?

Singing will ocupy our mind, and maybe allow it to develop further. It's important that we're as prepared to sing though, as failing will make singing harder/dangerous.

How old are we? How long have we been here digging the God Emperor's gravel?

>>4220717
>(write-in)
Break it into 3 parts for each of the 3 days we need to work, so the extra bit of food helps us through the slightly longer day without any negative effects or something.

>>4220717
>>Break it in half, eat one piece and save the other.

>>4220978
Or this

>>4220717
>Break it in half, eat one piece and save the other.
After reading this quest, I've just realized how bad it it to live in 40k. I would rather be a Guardsman holding the damn line than dying in such a bleak life.

>>4221022
>implying that we won't die in glorious combat against orks or accidentally end up worshipping chaos due to aur low willpower

>>4220717

eat half, save the other

applauding questman's writing skills.

This is really fucking intense for shoveling gravel

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>>4220722
>>4220725
>>4220737
>>4220739
>>4220809
>>4220890
>>4220916
>>4220996
>>4221022
>>4221231
You think long and hard. You're tempted to eat the entire ration bar but gluttony is a sin to the God Emperor and your friends need it too. You're so hungry though. You break it in half, eat the smaller part and pray that the God Emperor forgives your wastefulness for fifteen minutes. Sleep comes quickly and there aren't any dreams this time. You are grateful. Ever since the filthy heretics came the only ones you have give you headaches and you can't remember what they were. You hate the filthy heretics because they wasted their lives to abandon the God Emperor's Imperium, and because the blessed overseer told you so. You aren't sure how long it is when you wake up, but Braccio and Ruhr are both underneath the blanket. They must've arrived sometime earlier. You check your hand, there aren't any pockets on the God Emperor's pants, no faithful servant of the God Emperor has any need to hide something from the communal sleeping quarters. To your relief, the other half of the ration bar is still there. You still need to decide who you're going to give it to. Ruhr needs strength to get better from his lashings, but Braccio has been your friend for longer and is always so hungry.

>What do you want to do?
>Shake someone's shoulder and give them half of the ration bar (who?)
>Wait for the others to wake up then give one half of the ration bar (who?)
>Go ahead and eat it yourself after all, you wish you could have another
>(write-in)

>>4221403
>Go ahead and eat it yourself after all, you wish you could have another
if we're to survive our extra hours we need as much energy even if it's selfish

>>4221407
+1

>>4221403
>Go ahead and eat it yourself after all, you wish you could have another

>>4221403
>>Go ahead and eat it yourself after all, you wish you could have another

>>4220916
You can practice a hymn instead of praying, as long as it is a sanctioned hymn venerating the glory of the God Emperor, the holiness of the Saints, the power of the Imperium, and the value of hard work. You might annoy your less faithful fellow labourers but that is a small price to pay for praising the glory of the God Emperor, the holiness of the Saints, the power of the Imperium, and the value of hard work.

>>4220938
You think you are around twenty(?) Terran years old. You've been digging the God Emperor's gravel for four Terran years but before that, you hauled loads of the God Emperor's manufactorum goods to the God Emperor's retrieval zones, and before that, you used your small body to unclog ashes from the God Emperor's machinery and occasionally collect the bodies of those who selfishly threw themselves so they could be rendered into the God Emperor's corpse starch.

Before that, everything was dark and cold and your mother always yelled at you because she didn't want to split her ration bars. You never loved your mother as much as you do the God Emperor, but sometimes you wonder if you'll ever see her again. You've been labouring for the God Emperor's Imperium almost as long as you can remember. You are grateful you weren't born on a primitive world and have the chance to serve the God Emperor on Holy Terra.

>>4221022
The roll for your world was everything, if you ended up on a Feral World this would be grug quest: 40k edition, if it was Feudal you'd be a regular serf with everything that entails, if it was a Death World you'd have a bonus to your stats by necessity and likely already be dead thrice over, and so on.

>>4221233
>>4221356
I'm glad you like the quest. I didn't post much yesterday but I was doing something for my work, I've been doing that from home. After that I lost track of time finally playing Mount & Blade Warband and the Warsword Conquest mod for it, easily the best $20 and few hundreds Mb of data I've spent in a year.

>>4221407
>>4221411
>>4221415
>>4221418
>Roll 1d5 to resist the temptation

>>4221423
What is there to resist putting it in our mouth?

>>4221425
There is no roll to put it in your mouth, this is to resist the allure of gluttony.

Rolled 1 (1d5)

>>4221423

>>4221433
Checked.

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>>4221433
>3 > 1 = Critical Success!

You are a tool of the God Emperor. You give your praise to the Golden Throne. You break your back for Holy Terra. You eat the piece of the ration bar that you saved, but you do not hold it on your tongue or chew and savor the flavour. You crunch and swallow, once, twice, and then it's gone. The ration bar is not food, the ration bar is fuel for the fire burning your weakness away. If you're going to work hard enough that the blessed overseer doesn't notice how slow your friends are, you need to have a stomach as full as you can get it. You imagine the God Emperor's sandbags protecting the God Emperor's Imperial Guard from filthy heretics and think about how it was labourers like you that dug the God Emperor's gravel and filled the God Emperor's bags. You are grateful.

Neither of the others know you had a whole ration bar to yourself. You don't think you're going to tell them. They wake you up and Braccio helps you carry Ruhr. The lashes on his back seem to be getting pinker every day. You think that's a good sign but you don't know if he should be walking on his ankle. It seems to swell a bit more every day. You hope he doesn't lose his foot, that would make it harder for him to walk to the God Emperor's gravel pit. Maybe if you talked to the blessed overseer he could do something to help. The blessed overseer knows everything that a labourer of the God Emperor's Imperium needs to know, you know because the blessed overseer told you so.

You grab the God Emperor's shovel and the work day begins.

>Roll 1d21 and 1d5 to dig gravel and stack it into a pile for the God Emperor

>>4221433
truly the emperor is with us

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here's a shitty sketch

>>4221464
>Roll 1d21

I assume you mean 1d20?

Corruption is not immediate or overnight change, the signs for its insidious taint are everywhere and as a faithful servant of the God Emperor's Imperium, it is your duty to Be Pure, Be Vigilant, Behave.

>>4221472
This is beautiful anon. I can't thank you enough. Do you mind if I use it for the OP of the second thread?

>>4221474
No, I mean 1d21. You'll be in the God Emperor's gravel pit for two more hours than normal. You would be rolling 1d22 but you ate the whole ration bar and have a full stomach.

>>4221474
>>4221482
Wait, it's not the second shift yet. You should roll as standard.

>Roll 1d20 and 1d5 to dig gravel and stack it into a pile for the God Emperor

Rolled 21 (1d21)

>>4221464

>>4221464
hmmm 21

Rolled 5 (1d20)

>>4221484
alright, then this >>4221485 goes to the trash

>>4221472
If you want to put him a face you can basically copy Andre the Giant. Their characters are similar

>>4221485
I would take this, but as anon said, it is early and you haven't worked any longer than you normally would yet.

>>4221488
Correct.

I still need that 1d5.

>>4221482
go for it

Rolled 2 (1d5)

>>4221496

>>4221496

>>4221500
I'm pleasantly surprised you decided to dig the God Emperor's gravel instead of rebelling at the first opportunity. I hope Arriand lasts long enough to have a third thread.

>>4221507
oof

>>4221510
rebelling against the God Emperor's will would be heresy

>>4221510
>I'm pleasantly surprised you decided to dig the God Emperor's gravel instead of rebelling at the first opportunity. I hope Arriand lasts long enough to have a third thread.
tbf I wanted to get more info or intelligence before trying something, but we still ended up protecting our buddies