But first, who were you before your enlightenment?

>A ganger, you lived brutally and savagely, taking what you wanted and needed by force and force alone. Your life would have been brutal and short, and you and your compatriots accepted that fact long ago. But one day, your base in an old abandoned factory in the lower levels of the underhive had been attacked by a rival, stronger gang, and you were all wiped out. Save for you, but you barely escaped the slaughter. Without a home, allies or Thrones, you almost lost your hope as well, before you chanced on the Holy Bible. +10 to all combat and strength rolls.

>A preacher, you lived in the lower portion of the middle of the hive, and you ended up in the underhive when your local church sent you and several others on a rare charity mission to the underhive. When you saw the depravity and miserable poverty the underhivers lived in, your faith in the God Emperor was shaken to its core. How could He let people live like this? You quickly sneaked off from your group of missionaries and soon ended up completely lost. Down there, among the muck and grime, you almost gave up all hope, when you chanced upon the lost Holy Bible, and your life was changed forever. +10 to all rolls requiring charisma.

>A scavenger, you have lived in the underhive all your life, relying on your quick wits and natural intuition to survive. For most of it, you thought the underhive was all there was, all there would ever be. Muck, grime, trash, violence, hatred. Inescapable. You had never even tasted hope, and you only expected your life to be short and miserable. Until you found The Holy Bible, and for the first time in your life you realized that it didn’t have to be this way. The world could be sweet and beautiful, its people could be kind and truly care for one another. You must share this idea with others, show them that pain and suffering is not the only way to live! +10 to all rolls requiring intelligence.

>>5480947
>>A scavenger, you have lived in the underhive all your life, relying on your quick wits and natural intuition to survive. For most of it, you thought the underhive was all there was, all there would ever be. Muck, grime, trash, violence, hatred. Inescapable. You had never even tasted hope, and you only expected your life to be short and miserable. Until you found The Holy Bible, and for the first time in your life you realized that it didn’t have to be this way. The world could be sweet and beautiful, its people could be kind and truly care for one another. You must share this idea with others, show them that pain and suffering is not the only way to live! +10 to all rolls requiring intelligence.

Thread theme: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=SWLkPJpmBBU&list=RDQMeFJc4XJc3e0&index=19

>>5480947
>>A scavenger, you have lived in the underhive all your life, relying on your quick wits and natural intuition to survive. For most of it, you thought the underhive was all there was, all there would ever be. Muck, grime, trash, violence, hatred. Inescapable. You had never even tasted hope, and you only expected your life to be short and miserable. Until you found The Holy Bible, and for the first time in your life you realized that it didn’t have to be this way. The world could be sweet and beautiful, its people could be kind and truly care for one another. You must share this idea with others, show them that pain and suffering is not the only way to live! +10 to all rolls requiring intelligence.

>>5480947
>A ganger, you lived brutally and savagely, taking what you wanted and needed by force and force alone. Your life would have been brutal and short, and you and your compatriots accepted that fact long ago. But one day, your base in an old abandoned factory in the lower levels of the underhive had been attacked by a rival, stronger gang, and you were all wiped out. Save for you, but you barely escaped the slaughter. Without a home, allies or Thrones, you almost lost your hope as well, before you chanced on the Holy Bible. +10 to all combat and strength rolls.

>>5480947
>A preacher, you lived in the lower portion of the middle of the hive, and you ended up in the underhive when your local church sent you and several others on a rare charity mission to the underhive. When you saw the depravity and miserable poverty the underhivers lived in, your faith in the God Emperor was shaken to its core. How could He let people live like this? You quickly sneaked off from your group of missionaries and soon ended up completely lost. Down there, among the muck and grime, you almost gave up all hope, when you chanced upon the lost Holy Bible, and your life was changed forever. +10 to all rolls requiring charisma.
I remember a few years back there was a quest ran with the same premise. Are you the same OP?

>>5480973
Nah, but I participated in that quest at the time and was surprised it wasn't done more, it's a good tope. I'm just taking that QM's idea and running with it for now.

I'll let voting continue for another 30-60 minutes and then call it.

>>5480947
>A preacher, you lived in the lower portion of the middle of the hive, and you ended up in the underhive when your local church sent you and several others on a rare charity mission to the underhive. When you saw the depravity and miserable poverty the underhivers lived in, your faith in the God Emperor was shaken to its core. How could He let people live like this? You quickly sneaked off from your group of missionaries and soon ended up completely lost. Down there, among the muck and grime, you almost gave up all hope, when you chanced upon the lost Holy Bible, and your life was changed forever. +10 to all rolls requiring charisma
Saint Paul time

>>5480947
A Scavenger

Rolled 2 (1d2)

>>5480948
>>5480956
>>5480962
>>5480973
>>5480984
I'm gonna call it early and do a tie breaker between preacher and scavenger.

1 for scav and 2 for preacher.

>>5480989
Actually nevermind, we just got the tie breaking vote for scavenger >>5480988

Writing now.

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You were a scavenger, venturing into the abandoned depths of the Boiadero underhive to find whatever was valuable enough to sell, be it metal scrap, broken down electronic parts, copper wiring, you even got lucky one time and found a fully functioning lasgun in a dusty old crate a couple years back in a winding, half collapsed subcorridor, which you decided to keep. Despite your occasional luck, the only thing that truly kept you alive was your wits and intuition.

You knew where to look, which old set of abandoned ruins would be most likely to have decent loot, and which ones to avoid, such as those that were rumored to secretly be the home of a new cult, that feasts on human hearts and chant all day and night long in a strange, unnatural tongue. Among many other myriad dangers.

And it was on one of your many scavenging runs when you found the Bible, and you realized that the way you were living was wrong. Not the act of scavenging itself, but just the mere fact that you had to scavenge. Humans weren’t meant to be forced to survive on the scraps left behind by each other, that there was another way. That there was hope, because Jesus loves you, and with His love, anything was possible. Even making the underhive just a little more bearable, a little less hostile and lonely.

And so you’ve decided to spread the word, preach the message of this divine Bible. But to have a flock to guide, you must first have a home. A kind of temple, buried underground here in the underhive. But what is the point of a temple with no parishioners? Finally, you steel yourself and make a decision, confident that God will guide you to the right choice.

>Even someone such as you had a name, what was it? And now that you’ve been born again through the Glory of Christ, what is your new, Christian name?

>Head to the local market and preach to anyone who will listen. It’s nestled in the remains of an old, dried up cistern, and the local gang that runs it keeps it surprisingly safe and clean, at least when compared to the rest of the underhive, so it should be a decent place to begin spreading the Word.

>Contrition and charity without the expectation of reward is what is required of you now. Find those smallest among you, the meekest, the most downtrodden and pathetic, and help them. Give them succor as you find them, give them what little Thrones and food you have. But most importantly, give them true human warmth and kindness that is so, so difficult to find down here in the barren, cold and dark underhive.

>Begin searching for a suitable place to start building your temple. Your eventual flock will need a safe place to rest and pray, and you already have a couple ideas in mind.

>Write in

>>5480999
>>Begin searching for a suitable place to start building your temple. Your eventual flock will need a safe place to rest and pray, and you already have a couple ideas in mind.
First.
Then,
>Even someone such as you had a name, what was it? And now that you’ve been born again through the Glory of Christ, what is your new, Christian name?
Old name : Kvar. New name : Emmanuel (god is with us)
Next,
>Contrition and charity without the expectation of reward is what is required of you now. Find those smallest among you, the meekest, the most downtrodden and pathetic, and help them. Give them succor as you find them, give them what little Thrones and food you have. But most importantly, give them true human warmth and kindness that is so, so difficult to find down here in the barren, cold and dark underhive.

>>5480999
>Even someone such as you had a name, what was it? And now that you’ve been born again through the Glory of Christ, what is your new, Christian name?
Old name: Ardin Steady-hands
Got that nicknames by being good at dismantling tech than other would shortcircuit.
New name: Elijah (My God is Yahweh)
We are going to have to overcome the Imperial faith, so we shall do it like he did against Baal.

>Contrition and charity without the expectation of reward is what is required of you now. Find those smallest among you, the meekest, the most downtrodden and pathetic, and help them. Give them succor as you find them, give them what little Thrones and food you have. But most importantly, give them true human warmth and kindness that is so, so difficult to find down here in the barren, cold and dark underhive.

>>5480999
>Even someone such as you had a name, what was it? And now that you’ve been born again through the Glory of Christ, what is your new, Christian name?
Old Name: Ratibor 'Quick-Fingers'
New Name: John (meaning Graced by God)

>Contrition and charity without the expectation of reward is what is required of you now. Find those smallest among you, the meekest, the most downtrodden and pathetic, and help them. Give them succor as you find them, give them what little Thrones and food you have. But most importantly, give them true human warmth and kindness that is so, so difficult to find down here in the barren, cold and dark underhive.

>>5481007
>+1

Maybe the old name could be Kvar Quick-hands? It mixes all the three proposals.

>>5481037
I'd be ok with that.

>>5481007
>>5481012
>>5481027
>>5481033
I'll let the new and old name decision continue for now until one of them gets some support, and I'll combine the votes for searching for a temple location and charity, go ahead and roll me three 2d100, first one gets +10 for searching for a decent spot for your temple and the second is for your attempts at charity.

DC for temple: 55
DC for charity: 70

Rolled 83, 25 = 108 (2d100)

>>5481037
Fine by me.

>>5481043
Rolling.

Rolled 66, 24 = 90 (2d100)

>>5481043

Rolled 8, 84 = 92 (2d100)

>>5481043

>>5481049
>>5481044
>>5481046

>Temple: 83 = SUCCESS
>Charity: 84 = SUCCESS

Alright, both checks have been passed with flying colors! Also, I'll go ahead and confirm that Kvar Quick-Hands was your old name, but feel free to continue figuring out what your new Christian name is.

Writing now.

>>5481052
>to continue figuring out what your new Christian name is.
Ok
Emmanuel is good, but what I remember right it was a title/name meant for Jesus.
Elijah is simpler, a proclamation of the new faith, but it has a deeper connection to the old testament, even if Elijah ascended instead of dying, and was one of the figures that appeared for Jesus
John is good for both the baptist and the apostle, and it brings less attention since it's a very average name, for better or worse.

Over the next couple of days, you spend your time finding those who are most unfortunate among the unfortunate denizens of the underhive. They are many, and the sight of their abject misery and suffering makes you want to weep. Still, you do what you can to help those who will allow you to help them, as the underhivers are wisely distrustful of all strangers, regardless of whether they say they’re here to help or not.

A small family living in what must have once been a supply closet, you give them a couple of your last Thrones and some of the safest to eat food scraps you have. It took some convincing and the fear in the mothers eyes when you approached her and her two, skinny children made your heart ache. What hardships has she suffered, to be so fearful of a skinny man offering charity? Still, they eventually took what you offered, it’ll keep them going for another week.

A man sleeping on a pile of stinking, moth bitten rags, with only one arm and black rotten teeth. You give him what you can, a small tin of nutrient paste you found a while back, and one of your blankets, still somewhat dirty and with a couple holes in it, but certainly warmer that what he was sleeping on before. He accepted it readily, seemingly desperate enough to not turn away any kind of help he could get, even if it was from a strange man who speaks of a forgotten, loving God.

You help a few others, and you hold onto only what you need to survive. It seems you’re even beginning to develop a reputation among the especially downtrodden, word spreading to some that you are not a man to fear, that your intentions are pure, which still beggars belief among most. In between your acts of charity, you keep an eye out for any place that would be good enough for your future parishioners, and check out a couple places you had been through before, during your many years of scavenging.

There were a couple of close calls when your explorations made you run into some less than savory types, but you mostly managed to stay unnoticed and sneak away if it came to it, although at one point you were chased off from some lunatics makeshift home, the man waving a pipe around and screaming bloody murder, his eyes wide and wild. Still though, you’ve uncovered three likely locations, each one with their own particular benefits and drawbacks.

>An old half collapsed and abandoned hab block, it’s main room is relatively spacey compared to the cramped confines of most of the underhive, and while the roof has partially collapsed it should be relatively safe for you and your parishioners, the only entrance easily fortifiable if it comes to it.

>A broken down subway train in a seldom traveled tunnel, there are four different train cars in relatively decent shape and of good size, it is more than roomy enough once you clear out the worn down and broken seats and all the refuse littered on the floor. Although defending it may be difficult, the back of your mind dreams of somehow fixing it and traveling across Boiadero in your train home.

>An abandoned factory in a somewhat bad part of the underhive, although the building is surrounded by various gang territories and flake addicts, the factory itself is completely empty, almost mysteriously so. It’s even in good condition, the walls seeming to be sturdy and the roof stable, it is wide open and spacey and littered with various industrial machines, now long since broken down and covered in dust and grime. A good place to make a temple at, although dealing with your neighbors would almost certainly become an issue.

>>5481064
>>An abandoned factory in a somewhat bad part of the underhive, although the building is surrounded by various gang territories and flake addicts, the factory itself is completely empty, almost mysteriously so. It’s even in good condition, the walls seeming to be sturdy and the roof stable, it is wide open and spacey and littered with various industrial machines, now long since broken down and covered in dust and grime. A good place to make a temple at, although dealing with your neighbors would almost certainly become an issue.

We'll need a solid basis. Once this is done, we can get the train and fix it to send away missionary.

How comfortable would you fellow anons to have also a focus on technology as a tool to help and improve condition instead of a collection of sacred rituals reserved to Mars' elite? I'd love to be a Scientist Priest

>>5481064
>An old half collapsed and abandoned hab block, it’s main room is relatively spacey compared to the cramped confines of most of the underhive, and while the roof has partially collapsed it should be relatively safe for you and your parishioners, the only entrance easily fortifiable if it comes to it.

>>5481077
I feel like we'll have too much trouble with the gangs to actually make it work. I think this might be a meeting point of theirs.
Not only that, but if word of technology being used and given out freely by a heretical group becomes known too soon it could lead to bad things.

I'm not saying we should leave it be, just that we should take things one step at a time and come back to it in the future.

>>5481064

>An old half collapsed and abandoned hab block, it’s main room is relatively spacey compared to the cramped confines of most of the underhive, and while the roof has partially collapsed it should be relatively safe for you and your parishioners, the only entrance easily fortifiable if it comes to it.

Since we did not pick the gangster or the preacher, I'd say this would be best, we could easily reinforce and refurbish the entire place and expand outwards once we have some fighting men, since no matter how kind our religion may be, the world around us is cruel and ruthless.

>>5481064
>A broken down subway train in a seldom traveled tunnel, there are four different train cars in relatively decent shape and of good size, it is more than roomy enough once you clear out the worn down and broken seats and all the refuse littered on the floor. Although defending it may be difficult, the back of your mind dreams of somehow fixing it and traveling across Boiadero in your train home.
Don’t give up on your dreams.

>>5481064
>An abandoned factory in a somewhat bad part of the underhive, although the building is surrounded by various gang territories and flake addicts, the factory itself is completely empty, almost mysteriously so. It’s even in good condition, the walls seeming to be sturdy and the roof stable, it is wide open and spacey and littered with various industrial machines, now long since broken down and covered in dust and grime. A good place to make a temple at, although dealing with your neighbors would almost certainly become an issue.

Yes, the gangs are going to be a problem, but remember: "When I am afraid, I put my trust in you. In God, whose word I praise— in God I trust and am not afraid. What can mere mortals do to me?"

>>5481064
>A broken down subway train in a seldom traveled tunnel, there are four different train cars in relatively decent shape and of good size, it is more than roomy enough once you clear out the worn down and broken seats and all the refuse littered on the floor. Although defending it may be difficult, the back of your mind dreams of somehow fixing it and traveling across Boiadero in your train home.
Travelling preacher

>>5481092
>>5481091
>>5481085
>>5481084
>>5481082
>>5481077
2 for each one, a three way tie. I'll wait for another 10 minutes or so for a tiebreaker and then roll to decide if nobody changes their vote or if nobody new makes a vote.

Rolled 3 (1d3)

>>5481180
Rolling to break the tie:
1 for the hab block
2 for the trains
3 for the factory

>>5481196
Alright, writing now.

>>5481196
Well, time to exorcise.

You decide on the factory, it really is perfect for what you have planned. Roomy, sturdy, easily fortified, relatively clean. It’s a wonder you found such a place, and in such a bad part of the underhive at that! Dealing with your neighbors will be a problem however, but you’ll deal with it when it comes to that. First, you move your few possessions as stealthily as you can over to the factory, finding a dusty old closet on the upper level that is probably safe enough for now to store your things, although you keep your lasgun strapped to your side at all times.

After all, it is like Jesus said: ”Do not assume that I have come to bring peace on the earth! I do not bring peace, but a sword.”

And a sword you will need, if you ever hope to change Boiadero into something better. With that in mind, and with the location of a relatively safe temple decided on, it is now time for the most important part, you figure. Converting your fellow man away from the backwards and savage teachings of the Imperial Cult, and into the true and proper faith given to you from the One True God Himself.

All you have to do is decide how you’re going to do it.

>Go to the local market at the dried up cistern and preach. With a home found and new purpose burning within you, all you have to do is speak the divine Truth given to you by Jesus, and pray that they will listen.

>Continue with your acts of contrition and charity, except this time focus on having long talks with those poor people you help, about this world, their lives, who Jesus is and what Jesus truly wants for them.

>Write in.

>>5481209
>Continue with your acts of contrition and charity, except this time focus on having long talks with those poor people you help, about this world, their lives, who Jesus is and what Jesus truly wants for them.

>>5481209
>Continue with your acts of contrition and charity, except this time focus on having long talks with those poor people you help, about this world, their lives, who Jesus is and what Jesus truly wants for them.

>>5481209
>>Continue with your acts of contrition and charity, except this time focus on having long talks with those poor people you help, about this world, their lives, who Jesus is and what Jesus truly wants for them.

>>5481209
>Continue with your acts of contrition and charity, except this time focus on having long talks with those poor people you help, about this world, their lives, who Jesus is and what Jesus truly wants for them.

I REMEMBER THIS AAAAAAAA

>>5481209
>Continue with your acts of contrition and charity, except this time focus on having long talks with those poor people you help, about this world, their lives, who Jesus is and what Jesus truly wants for them.

>>5481210
>>5481213
>>5481219
>>5481220
>>5481228
Looks like we're going with trying to convert those who already know us through charity. Roll me 3 1d100+5, +5 because some of them know you and are beginning to trust you.

>>5481244
DC: 65

Rolled 21 (1d100)

>>5481244

Rolled 69 + 5 (1d100 + 5)

>>5481245
>>5481244

Rolled 33 + 5 (1d100 + 5)

>>5481244
Im assuming you meant for it to be only one +5

Rolled 30 + 5 (1d100 + 5)

>>5481244

>>5480946
Awesome quest. I hope it will go on for a long time like the AI one

>>5481257
>>5481254
>>5481253
>Attempt to convert those you've been helping: SUCCESS

Apologies for the wait, writing now.
>>5481289
Thanks man, I can't say for sure how long this quest will play out for but I'm enjoying writing it and especially the discussion we've already been getting.

You decided to continue with your acts of charity for the most unfortunate of the underhive, but you soon realized there was a problem. You’re running out of decent supplies to give out to those in need, and you’ve long since given away your last Throne. If you give away what you have left, then you’ll have nothing left to survive with yourself. Still, you remember that verse in Corinthians: “Whoever sows sparingly will reap sparingly, and whoever sows generously will also reap generously.”

There are other ways to help than merely giving your paltry possessions away, and so you travel to those whom you have already helped and who are beginning to trust you, and you help in whatever way you can. Sometimes, it is by providing protection and scaring off those who would mean to do them harm, such as when the mother of two you helped was being harassed by a flake addict, and all it took was a quote from the Holy Bible and laying your hand upon your lasgun.

Other times all you had to do was provide an ear to listen with and a shoulder to cry on, sometimes literally. And all the while you talked to each of them about Jesus and the Lord, and how it is only through His will and belief in Him that anyone can truly be saved. At first they were wary of your small preaching on Christ, this formerly unknown God just one of thousands that spring up within the dark underhive. But as you continued to help them and speak with them, furtive brows and light derision soon changed into nods of understanding, slight smiles and more fervent discussion.

They soon realized that somehow, this God was different. He didn’t ask that you kill or commit depraved acts in His name, nor that you need to change anything about who you fundamentally are. Simply that He loves you, unconditionally and without question, and all He asks is that you love him back. If nothing else, your ceaseless kindness and charity without asking for a reward to those who would listen to you was evidence that something about this new God was different.

A week passed, with you using your old scavenging skills to gather enough scrap and loot to trade for food and supplies in between your charity runs, and already you had convinced six people of The One True God’s existence, if only because it gave them something to believe in, and a reason to hope for a better life. Of those six, the first three to join was that small family you found in a tiny abandoned closet, and whom you kept safe from junkies menacing them. You learned that the mother’s name was Esma Mankournis, and her boy and girl were named Carnens and Gavica, respectively. They came with you back to your makeshift temple in the old abandoned factory, and the smiles on their faces when they finally had a place to call home where they could fully lie down flat was enough to warm your heart deeply.

The other three was a scavenger whom you had saved from a feral mutated mutt on one of your own scavenging runs, a young but heavily scarred woman who goes by the name Bolt to whom took to your talks of Christianity and hope like a fish to water, along with that same one armed homeless man who you had gifted a blanket a week or two earlier, who says he is simply called Reek. The last one is a teenaged boy who refuses to speak, but kept following you around after you gave him a warm, if a bit ragged, jacket and some algae bar rations when you found him shivering inside of a leaking drain pipe outside of that market in the old cistern. He’s never told you his name, or anything else for that matter, so you’ve taken to calling him Andrew, after the first disciple to be taken in by Jesus.

All of them are now staying at your makeshift temple in the abandoned factory, and they are all milling about, seemingly waiting on direction. It takes you a minute to realize, they’re waiting on you. After a quick prayer to your Lord, you decide on what to do next.

>You have gained 6 new church members. Keep them safe and guide them, and they will grow stronger in their mind, body and faith.

>Deliver a sermon to your new congregation. You can’t deny that you’re more than a little nervous, having never done anything approaching public speaking before in your entire life, but you hope that doing this will strengthen not only their resolve and faith in the Lord, but yours as well.

>Set to work on fully exploring your new home and seeing if there’s anything of use still left over, and then begin fortifying it.

>Six church members is good to start with, but if you want your faith to thrive, then you need more. Head out again and seek out those in need of help and guidance, and bring them into the fold.

>Write in.

>>5481382
>Set to work on fully exploring your new home and seeing if there’s anything of use still left over, and then begin fortifying it.
>See if you can start some sort of low scale farm. It will be necessary to keep the congregation alive.

>>5481382
>Set to work on fully exploring your new home and seeing if there’s anything of use still left over, and then begin fortifying it.

>>5481382
>Set to work on fully exploring your new home and seeing if there’s anything of use still left over, and then begin fortifying it.

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I'm gonna let voting continue overnight, and pick it back up sometime in the morning tomorrow, Eastern Time. Hope everyone's been liking the quest so far, hopefully I haven't gotten too much stuff wrong about what life in the underhive would be like. See you all tomorrow!

>>5481439
Night QM.

>>5481382
>Set to work on fully exploring your new home and seeing if there’s anything of use still left over, and then begin fortifying it.

>>5481439
It's a really good quest, QM. I remember participating in the original Christianity 40k quest and loving that one so I'm excited your replicating it and doing a great job!

>>5481382
>Deliver a sermon to your new congregation. You can’t deny that you’re more than a little nervous, having never done anything approaching public speaking before in your entire life, but you hope that doing this will strengthen not only their resolve and faith in the Lord, but yours as well.
>Set to work on fully exploring your new home and seeing if there’s anything of use still left over, and then begin fortifying it.

In that order

>>5481382
>Set to work on fully exploring your new home and seeing if there’s anything of use still left over, and then begin fortifying it.

As someone who badly missed the original Christian cultist quest when it died, I am so glad to see this. Thank you, QM.

Praise the LORD.

>>5481382
>Set to work on fully exploring your new home and seeing if there’s anything of use still left over, and then begin fortifying it.

Cool quest

>>5481654
Support that. There is no reason we shouldn't do both.

>>5481654
Support both

>>5481382
>Deliver a sermon to your new congregation. You can’t deny that you’re more than a little nervous, having never done anything approaching public speaking before in your entire life, but you hope that doing this will strengthen not only their resolve and faith in the Lord, but yours as well.
>Set to work on fully exploring your new home and seeing if there’s anything of use still left over, and then begin fortifying it.

>>5481654
Support

>>5481385
>>5481387
>>5481392
>>5481627
>>5481654
>>5481698
>>5481812
>>5481815
>>5481831
>>5481842
>>5481846
I'm gonna go ahead and combine both the sermon and temple fortification votes, roll me three 2d100, first one for the sermon and second one for the fortification, also your intelligence gives you a +10 bonus to the fortification roll.

Sermon DC:45

Fortification DC: 55

Rolled 18, 51 = 69 (2d100)

>>5482046

>>5482046
Also feel free to write in what you want the sermon to be about. It could just be a couple key words, like "Hope" or "Community"

Rolled 98, 86 = 184 (2d100)

>>5482046

>>5482052
The first 3 chapters of Luke.
Luke 3: 23-38 is kino.

Rolled 78, 98 = 176 (2d100)

>>5482046
I don't know if I rolled before or not, let me check
>>5482051

>>5482056
Ok, that anon isn't me, the roll is legit.

>>5482056
>>5482053
>>5482051
>>5482054
Perform a sermon: SUCCESS

Explore and fortify the new temple: SUCCESS

Writing now.

Do we get something nice for double-98?

>>5482053
>>5482056
>GENESIS 9:8
>"Then God said to Noah and to his sons with him:"
Fitting that in the first thread, we get that double 98 when addressing a parent with their children.

>>5482078
The dice want to sing Psalm 98 today
>The Lord has made his salvation known and revealed his righteousness to the nations.

>>5482084
Also this
>He has remembered his love and his faithfulness to Israel;
>all the ends of the earth have seen the salvation of our God.
Clearly a message how God wants us to rebuild his faith.

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=clLtr-4Y1r0

As your new followers talk amongst themselves and find their own spots within the old factory to place their meager belongings, you walk over to an overturned locker on the floor in front of them and stand on top of it. You haven’t considered what to say, and while you think on how to start, each follower stops what they were doing and turns to look at you one by one, expectation on their dirty faces.

You begin to feel terribly nervous, when suddenly the words to start with present themselves in the light of your mind.

Quietly you say “Be not afraid.”

Seeing the slight confusion on your peoples faces, you repeat it, louder this time. ”Be not afraid!”

“Do you know who said that? The angel Gabriel, when he came down from Heaven to speak to the virgin Mary, the blessed woman who would soon give birth to Jesus Christ Himself!”

Now they are nodding, each of them somewhat familiar with these names from your long talks.

“Now, Mary was afraid when Gabriel appeared, going about her business in the town of Nazareth. Anyone would be, if a radiant being of light and power came down from the sky to greet you personally.”

You get a few smiles and chuckles at that, emboldening you to push forward.

“But he had the greatest of news to give her! He told her that she was highly favored in the eyes of God, and that soon she would be blessed with His holy child. And remember that, my friends, God and his angels are not something to be feared. For though they could smite you with the same ease it takes you or I to blink our eyes, they love you and only want you to prosper.”

“Amen!” shouts Bolt from the back, who seems to be surprised at her own sudden outburst.

“And indeed, while I did not find an angel, I found something just as good, just as holy.” At this you pull the Holy Bible out from your satchel, holding up it’s still unmarked form for all to see. “This, my friends, is what God gave to me. And it saved my life. It gave me the power to change who I was, and the hope and courage to try and change the world as well.”

You carry on like this for a while, and the whole time your small congregation grows more and more engrossed in the sermon. When you finally finish, you feel a little exhausted. And yet, so very light. Like you could just start floating. And it seems as though you’ve strengthened your converts resolve as well, you see a new fire burning within their eyes.

>Your followers have deepened their faith and their resolve, leveling up from church members to church faithful, making them more resistant to crisis of faith and more loyal to you and your orders.

Once the sermon is done, you all share a small supper together, laughing and chatting more freely with each other than you have ever seen anyone in the underhive do together. When supper is finished you and your followers set to work fully exploring the old factory, finding a decent amount of stray metal scrap lying around, as well as a pile of wood pallets in the small warehouse attached to the back of the factory. The lockers in the locker room are mostly empty, except for one that had a couple of algae protein bars still in the wrapper. You also found two lockers that were still locked, and you couldn’t help but wonder what is contained within them. Finally you found a nonfunctioning personal cogitator on a wooden desk in an office overlooking the factory floor, even nonfunctional it’s astounding to you that it hasn’t already been stolen and broken down for parts.

Realizing that it would take a concerted long term effort to break the industrial machines down for parts, you leave it be for now and get to work fortifying the new temple as best you can. You have just enough material to bar all three entrances up with wood and whatever else lying around that could be removed easily enough in case you had to leave.

As you're doing a final once over of the factory, Esma’s young daughter Gavica surprises you by tugging on your coat. Turning to face her, she mumbles “Found a pretty thing. Over here!” You follow her as she runs off, leading you over to the back corner of the warehouse attached to the factory. At first you couldn’t see it until she pointed it out, and then you couldn’t believe your eyes: a tiny white flower, growing in a patch of dirt where the concrete floor and been broken apart and pulled off. Surely this is a sign from God, anything organic that isn’t a pest or a person simply does not grow down here, and yet.

There it is. Praise God!

>Abandoned factory has been fully explored and lightly fortified, transforming it to Fledgling Temple, granting a +1 to all defense actions taken within the Temple.

>You have 6 church faithful plus yourself, as well as 10 units of metal scrap and 8 units of usable lumber, as well as two weeks worth of food for all of you.

>Even you know that you can’t eat faith, and so you set to work uncovering more of the broken up concrete floor in the warehouse to try and find more dirt to use for farming. Fortunately light shouldn’t be an issue, Boiadero was designed from the beginning to use UV lights for all it’s lighting, to prevent sickness in those who lived long term in sunless places, however finding seeds to grow may be…

>Set out and make contact with your neighbors. You figure it’s better to come to them first before they come to you, and maybe you can convince them that you mean no harm and that everyone is better served working together than at odds.

>Go over to the market to trade whatever your new temple has for food and supplies, hopefully soon you’ll all be self sufficient, but until then you’re certainly going to need to stock up on your supplies.

>Write in.

>>5482093
>Even you know that you can’t eat faith, and so you set to work uncovering more of the broken up concrete floor in the warehouse to try and find more dirt to use for farming. Fortunately light shouldn’t be an issue, Boiadero was designed from the beginning to use UV lights for all it’s lighting, to prevent sickness in those who lived long term in sunless places, however finding seeds to grow may be…
>Go over to the market to trade whatever your new temple has for food and supplies, hopefully soon you’ll all be self sufficient, but until then you’re certainly going to need to stock up on your supplies.
Trade for seeds and farming equipement.

>>5482095
Encasing my wants and need. +1

>>5482093
>Go over to the market to trade whatever your new temple has for food and supplies, hopefully soon you’ll all be self sufficient, but until then you’re certainly going to need to stock up on your supplies.
>Even you know that you can’t eat faith, and so you set to work uncovering more of the broken up concrete floor in the warehouse to try and find more dirt to use for farming. Fortunately light shouldn’t be an issue, Boiadero was designed from the beginning to use UV lights for all it’s lighting, to prevent sickness in those who lived long term in sunless places, however finding seeds to grow may be…
Harvest will take a while

>>5482093
>Even you know that you can’t eat faith, and so you set to work uncovering more of the broken up concrete floor in the warehouse to try and find more dirt to use for farming. Fortunately light shouldn’t be an issue, Boiadero was designed from the beginning to use UV lights for all it’s lighting, to prevent sickness in those who lived long term in sunless places, however finding seeds to grow may be…
>Go over to the market to trade whatever your new temple has for food and supplies, hopefully soon you’ll all be self sufficient, but until then you’re certainly going to need to stock up on your supplies.

>>5482093
>>Even you know that you can’t eat faith, and so you set to work uncovering more of the broken up concrete floor in the warehouse to try and find more dirt to use for farming. Fortunately light shouldn’t be an issue, Boiadero was designed from the beginning to use UV lights for all it’s lighting, to prevent sickness in those who lived long term in sunless places, however finding seeds to grow may be…
We need to sort out our food pronto. The whole of the Imperium suffers from starvation, the least we can do is try to alleviate the hunger of those close to us.

>>5482093
>Set out and make contact with your neighbors. You figure it’s better to come to them first before they come to you, and maybe you can convince them that you mean no harm and that everyone is better served working together than at odds.

I feel like our first interactions with neighbors may be us being robbed, so better to only have the scrap for them to steal, not our farming equipment or food.

The last chapter reminded me a bit of this vers:
Genesis 12:1 -Now the LORD had said unto Abram, Get thee out of thy country, and from thy kindred, and from thy father's house, unto a land that I will shew thee:

>>5482093
>Set out and make contact with your neighbors. You figure it’s better to come to them first before they come to you, and maybe you can convince them that you mean no harm and that everyone is better served working together than at odds.
Mark 16:15 - And he said unto them, Go ye into all the world, and preach the gospel to every creature.

Is choosing two options allowed? if yes then also
>Even you know that you can’t eat faith, and so you set to work uncovering more of the broken up concrete floor in the warehouse to try and find more dirt to use for farming. Fortunately light shouldn’t be an issue, Boiadero was designed from the beginning to use UV lights for all it’s lighting, to prevent sickness in those who lived long term in sunless places, however finding seeds to grow may be…

>>5482093
>>Even you know that you can’t eat faith, and so you set to work uncovering more of the broken up concrete floor in the warehouse to try and find more dirt to use for farming. Fortunately light shouldn’t be an issue, Boiadero was designed from the beginning to use UV lights for all it’s lighting, to prevent sickness in those who lived long term in sunless places, however finding seeds to grow may be…

>Set out and make contact with your neighbors. You figure it’s better to come to them first before they come to you, and maybe you can convince them that you mean no harm and that everyone is better served working together than at odds.
Dealing with the nieghbors before they raid us seems important, and so does preparing the ground to plant.

>>5482093
>>Even you know that you can’t eat faith, and so you set to work uncovering more of the broken up concrete floor in the warehouse to try and find more dirt to use for farming. Fortunately light shouldn’t be an issue, Boiadero was designed from the beginning to use UV lights for all it’s lighting, to prevent sickness in those who lived long term in sunless places, however finding seeds to grow may be…

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>>5481654
Thanks for all the compliments bros, really glad you're all enjoying it so far, it's been a blast to write something new for me and I'm glad it's going so well.

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7 for starting on the farm, 3 for going to the market and 3 for making contact with your neighbors. Since I don't want to make another monster update back to back and it's split other than making the farm, I'm gonna go with going to the market for now, but the option will still be there next update.

Writing now.

>>5482245
That is to say, I'm combining starting the farm and going to market.

That night you all rest, each in your own spots with your own bedrolls. Soon, you think, each of you will have a proper bed to sleep in, but for tonight, just having a home is enough. The next morning you tell your followers to get to work uncovering more of the concrete to get at the (hopefully fertile) dirt beneath. Soon, you tell them, you all will have your very own farm and none of you will go hungry again. Beaming they set to work, while you and Andrew set off for the market in the old cistern, not too far from where you are now.

As you walk the winding, dilapidated corridors and occasional wide open plaza, Andrew is customarily silent. Still though, you think you see him walking with new, determined purpose, and while he was silent as usual during your sermon, his eyes never left yours.

Eventually you reach the market, and immediately your senses are assaulted with a variety of scents and smells from all the cooking food coming from the two pubs in the market. As you wander through it, taking stock of what is displayed on offer here, you pass by what must be a brothel. The sounds of… Congress taking place within the dingy metal walls is unmistakable. It is shameful that some women of the underhive feel that their only option to survive is to lay with men for money, and you promise yourself that one day it will all change.

If God wills it.

After you’ve finished a couple pass throughs of the market, you think you have a decent idea of what you could pick up here, although you will have to choose wisely, as while your coinpurse is rather full of the Thrones your new followers gifted you, it shouldn’t be wasted on frivolous things. As it turns out, seeds aren’t too rare a commodity in the underhive, but finding fertile dirt is a rather difficult thing down here, leading to relatively cheap prices as demand is somewhat low.

>You have 100 Thrones on you, as well as whatever you can think of to offer for trade back at the Temple

>Choose one or more of the items listed below to purchase

>A sack of various seeds, the scruffy old man offering it to you says that if they are planted, they will grow “the sweetest fruits you ‘ave ever tasted!” When asked what kind of fruits exactly, he is vague, other than saying they are red and delicious. 10 Thrones

>A small packet of seeds with a faded picture of some brown vegetable on it, the man selling them says that they are hardy, filling and easy to grow. You’re not sure if you believe him, but the price is okay. 15 Thrones

>Several metal tins, when opened you see they are full of greenish powdery balls. The lady selling them says that they are algae starters, and all you need to do throw one or two in a tub of water and after a couple of weeks you’ll have a tub of fresh algae, which then simply needs to be harvested and boiled to produce a thick, flavorless gruel. 20 Thrones

>A crate of ration bar biscuits, the man says that one of these a day is enough nutrition and calories for a grown man to survive on, and that they never go bad if stored properly. 25 Thrones

>A stack of metal scrap bludgeons, apparently the woman selling them made them herself. Crude but possibly effective weapons. 30 Thrones

>A pile of metal scrap, 5 Thrones per Unit.

>A pile of scavenged lumber, 5 Thrones per Unit.

>One medical kit in a battered metal tin, you’re no medicae but it seems to have everything one would need to treat most wounds. 35 Thrones

>Two stubber pistols and a small box of ammuntion, they are rather worn and one of them is a little rusty, however the man offering them assures that they’ll work “when the Emprah decides its your time.” 45 Thrones

>If you can think of anything you possess, such as the non-functioning personal cogitator, list it in your reply and I'll tell you how much you can get for it

>>5482263
>A small packet of seeds with a faded picture of some brown vegetable on it, the man selling them says that they are hardy, filling and easy to grow. You’re not sure if you believe him, but the price is okay. 15 Thrones
>A crate of ration bar biscuits, the man says that one of these a day is enough nutrition and calories for a grown man to survive on, and that they never go bad if stored properly. 25 Thrones

>>5482263

>A sack of various seeds, the scruffy old man offering it to you says that if they are planted, they will grow “the sweetest fruits you ‘ave ever tasted!” When asked what kind of fruits exactly, he is vague, other than saying they are red and delicious. 10 Thrones

Apples, perhaps? The vitamins would be good for our constitutions.

>A small packet of seeds with a faded picture of some brown vegetable on it, the man selling them says that they are hardy, filling and easy to grow. You’re not sure if you believe him, but the price is okay. 15 Thrones

Likely potatoes. Also full of vitamins and very hardy. A whole country lived off this stuff once, it'll be good for us too.

>A crate of ration bar biscuits, the man says that one of these a day is enough nutrition and calories for a grown man to survive on, and that they never go bad if stored properly. 25 Thrones

The biscuits will hold us over until the actual food grows. No use buying the seeds if we starve waiting for them to sprout.

>>5482296
+1
The apples and potatoes will pay for themselves, and the ration bars are very handy

>>5482296
I think those fruits might be strawberries but sure, this sounds reasonable.
+1

By the way, maybe we should consider buying the algae too. I know it's not the best source of food but it will grow faster than anything else, and the algae can serve as additional rations in case something hapoened to our other crops.

>>5482296
+1
A good balance. We can collect scraps on our own.

We will need to form a small militia for our group protection, but since we are small we should pass under the radar of most criminals for now.
That doesn't mean other dangers will not present themselves.

A barricade has a basic fortification, with a few guards keeping watch would be good too. Then a basic patrol.
We should consider to convert a few small merchants or maybe small gang leaders. A few donations could prove beneficial, and they could provide additional protection if they don't waste their lives for crime.

>>5482263
>>A sack of various seeds, the scruffy old man offering it to you says that if they are planted, they will grow “the sweetest fruits you ‘ave ever tasted!” When asked what kind of fruits exactly, he is vague, other than saying they are red and delicious. 10 Thrones
>>A small packet of seeds with a faded picture of some brown vegetable on it, the man selling them says that they are hardy, filling and easy to grow. You’re not sure if you believe him, but the price is okay. 15 Thrones
>>Several metal tins, when opened you see they are full of greenish powdery balls. The lady selling them says that they are algae starters, and all you need to do throw one or two in a tub of water and after a couple of weeks you’ll have a tub of fresh algae, which then simply needs to be harvested and boiled to produce a thick, flavorless gruel. 20 Thrones
>One medical kit in a battered metal tin, you’re no medicae but it seems to have everything one would need to treat most wounds. 35 Thrones

Using algae to feed fast, as not-potatoes and best case not-strawberry worst case not-fruittree will take between 9 month and several years to yield recolt.

Also, we're in 40k and a large group. We need medikit. It's a matter of a handful post before one gets hurt

>>5482263
>>A sack of various seeds, the scruffy old man offering it to you says that if they are planted, they will grow “the sweetest fruits you ‘ave ever tasted!” When asked what kind of fruits exactly, he is vague, other than saying they are red and delicious. 10 Thrones
>>A small packet of seeds with a faded picture of some brown vegetable on it, the man selling them says that they are hardy, filling and easy to grow. You’re not sure if you believe him, but the price is okay. 15 Thrones
>Several metal tins, when opened you see they are full of greenish powdery balls. The lady selling them says that they are algae starters, and all you need to do throw one or two in a tub of water and after a couple of weeks you’ll have a tub of fresh algae, which then simply needs to be harvested and boiled to produce a thick, flavorless gruel. 20 Thrones
>A crate of ration bar biscuits, the man says that one of these a day is enough nutrition and calories for a grown man to survive on, and that they never go bad if stored properly. 25 Thrones
FOOD

>>5482263
>A sack of various seeds, the scruffy old man offering it to you says that if they are planted, they will grow “the sweetest fruits you ‘ave ever tasted!” When asked what kind of fruits exactly, he is vague, other than saying they are red and delicious. 10 Thrones
>A small packet of seeds with a faded picture of some brown vegetable on it, the man selling them says that they are hardy, filling and easy to grow. You’re not sure if you believe him, but the price is okay. 15 Thrones
>A crate of ration bar biscuits, the man says that one of these a day is enough nutrition and calories for a grown man to survive on, and that they never go bad if stored properly. 25 Thrones
>One medical kit in a battered metal tin, you’re no medicae but it seems to have everything one would need to treat most wounds. 35 Thrones
Food for now, food forever (I believe they are strawberries too) and a medikit to heal.

Next update will be tomorrow in the morning, EST. Loving the planning going on so far, hope to see more of the same tomorrow. Good night everybody!

>>5480946
OH MY GOD, IT RETURNS

a spiritual sequel to one of the best quests to ever run on this site.

>>5482263
>>A sack of various seeds, the scruffy old man offering it to you says that if they are planted, they will grow “the sweetest fruits you ‘ave ever tasted!” When asked what kind of fruits exactly, he is vague, other than saying they are red and delicious. 10 Thrones
>>A small packet of seeds with a faded picture of some brown vegetable on it, the man selling them says that they are hardy, filling and easy to grow. You’re not sure if you believe him, but the price is okay. 15 Thrones
>>Several metal tins, when opened you see they are full of greenish powdery balls. The lady selling them says that they are algae starters, and all you need to do throw one or two in a tub of water and after a couple of weeks you’ll have a tub of fresh algae, which then simply needs to be harvested and boiled to produce a thick, flavorless gruel. 20 Thrones
>>A crate of ration bar biscuits, the man says that one of these a day is enough nutrition and calories for a grown man to survive on, and that they never go bad if stored properly. 25 Thrones

Rations for NOW and later emergencies, algae for soon food and our charity work (we can use it to make a good "soup" kitchen to feed the needy and supplement our own food supply early on), potatoes for mainstay crops, and apples/strawberries for rewards and feast days and whatnot. Shit, most people'd kill for fruit down here, offering even half a strawberry on Sunday would get them in the door, and THE LORD will keep them there.

>>5482636
Support, the first option seems the riskiest but if it pans out then great, the rest make good sense to me.

>>5482638
It could be literally any non-poisonous fruit or berry and it'd still be great

>>5482664
You won't hear me disagree anon, it's definitely worth the risk, We have made enough smart moves that we can afford this risk, even if it doesn't pan out.

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Brown vegetable: 10
Red Fruit : 9
Rations: 9
Algae: 5
Medkit: 2

Looks like we're FOOD MAXXING with red fruit, brown veg and algae for a total of 70 Thrones.

Writing now.

>>5483159
>Looks like we're FOOD MAXXING with red fruit, brown veg and algae for a total of 70 Thrones.
Don't forget the rations, I think you counted it on the expenses but didn't mention it.
Good Lord, we are going to end up getting robbed with so much food, aren't we?

>>5483164
Oh don't worry, I'm not forgetting the rations, just forgot to mention it in that post.

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=mClf1cpfajg&list=PLWpYpml50qkrj5jdj_4QdzZ_9hmw1kJCD&index=1

While your flock is small for now, you know it will soon grow larger. Much larger. And so with that in mind, you buy all the food and seeds on offer for a total of 70 Thrones, leaving you with just 30 Thrones. Fitting it all in you and Andrew’s sacks and satchels is a bit of a struggle, but you manage it and begin making your way back to the temple. Surprisingly, along the way you are not harassed, although you notice many scruffy underhivers eyeing your bulging sacks and bags with carnivorous hunger. But with your lasgun on display on your hip and Andrews rather large, if a bit skinny, size, none dare to stop or approach you.

It doesn’t take long to make it back to the temple, and you’re pleased to see that your followers have already made good progress on removing and breaking up the concrete covering up the hopefully fertile dirt. You have enough already to plant a few seeds, and then you simply make the trip to the nearest leaky watering hole with whatever containers you have on hand, fill them up and then head back to cover the soil in relatively fresh water. You’re no farmer, and for that matter neither is any of your congregation, but it shouldn’t be too difficult, right?

If God wills it, then they shall grow.

In the meantime, you use a couple spare containers full of water to start on your algae vats. It really is as simple as the lady said, you simply chuck one or two in each vat and watch as the powdery balls quickly dissolve, turning the water from somewhat murky liquid into a green, soupy sludge. If all goes well, in a couple weeks you’ll have fresh algae which with a bit of regular maintenance will continue to produce edible, if unappetizing gruel for the foreseeable future.

Setting all of it up takes the whole day, and the next morning you and your followers share a light breakfast made up of the dry, crunchy ration bars as you talk on what you should get started on next, when suddenly you feel something welling up, deep inside your chest.

A warm heat builds within you, until you become hot to the touch. Indeed, it’s not just in your mind as with each breath you take, hot steamy vapor pours out of your mouth. You begin to feel as if you’re starting to melt, and you start tearing off your layers of clothes in an attempt to get some relief from the intense, burning heat, steam rising off of your skin in wispy clouds when suddenly…

It stops.

But…

You feel different. But you can’t place your finger on it, until the knowledge of your new gift hits you, all at once.

>You have received a blessing from the Lord!

>Choose one of these three blessings to manifest inside you

>Grace of God: Once a day, you can repair any object you get your hands on with whatever scrap and supplies you have on hand, almost as if a higher being takes control of you while you work.

>Word of the Lord: Once a day you can give a command to any one person and they will be compelled to follow it, no matter what, until the command is complete.

>Mercy of Christ: Once a day, you may simply lay your hands upon a person and heal them of one ailment, be it a long term illness or a bloody wound.

>>5483175
>Mercy of Christ: Once a day, you may simply lay your hands upon a person and heal them of one ailment, be it a long term illness or a bloody wound.

>>5483175
>Mercy of Christ: Once a day, you may simply lay your hands upon a person and heal them of one ailment, be it a long term illness or a bloody wound.
Let's get going on the road to sainthood.

>>5483175

>Mercy of Christ: Once a day, you may simply lay your hands upon a person and heal them of one ailment, be it a long term illness or a bloody wound.

No brainer, we have a cripple with us right now, let us showcase what we had always been preaching, mercy and benevolence. It could also work as a deterrent for the local gangers, we could offer our services of healing in exchange all we would ask is to be left alone and for them to occasionally listen to our sermons.

>>5483175
>>5483180

Actually, raises a good point, does this include regeneration QM ?

>>5483175
>Mercy of Christ: Once a day, you may simply lay your hands upon a person and heal them of one ailment, be it a long term illness or a bloody wound.
The Lord cures all ills.

>>5483182
I'm going to say yes. But you can only heal one thing at a time, so say if someone is missing both arms, you can only bring back one at a time. Also, you can't bring anyone back from the dead, if God decides to take someone to His home, he's not gonna give em back.

At least, not yet.

>>5483186

Good enough, just the ability to do so is impressive.

It has begun anons, the warp manifestation of our beliefs had begun to form and is now seeking more power. Let us steer in the path of mercy and justness, shall we.

>>5483175
>>Mercy of Christ: Once a day, you may simply lay your hands upon a person and heal them of one ailment, be it a long term illness or a bloody wound.

>>5483188
INB4 we either create a fifth god or it was the big E all along

>>5483188
This could mean one of two things. Either our faith is so impossibly strong that we've managed gain warp mutations with only a few members of our flock OR we're not the only devout Christians out in this sector.

>>5483196
I can't wait to see when our followers realize just how much classical Christian imagery and practice was stolen by the Imperial Cult.

>>5483202
what if it isn't from anything warp related?

>>5483207
We can only hope.

>>5483207
God is more powerful than the warp and Big E couldn't see it because his fedora was too big.

>>5483175
>Mercy of Christ: Once a day, you may simply lay your hands upon a person and heal them of one ailment, be it a long term illness or a bloody wound.

>>5483175
>Mercy of Christ: Once a day, you may simply lay your hands upon a person and heal them of one ailment, be it a long term illness or a bloody wound.
inb4 a the Ultramarines hear about this and start reliving Roman blood memories

>>5483175
>Mercy of Christ: Once a day, you may simply lay your hands upon a person and heal them of one ailment, be it a long term illness or a bloody wound.
this should be good.

>>5483164
Depends on what we prioritize next. Our flock is small and we have some basic defenses on our church.
- small militia (they would need to learn things like keeping watch, patrols, combat ecc... and be equipped. Preferably having someone to train them)
- increasing flock numbers (small at the moment. while not fighters a large group of people is still something most small gangs don't want to fight)
- simple barricade around church (need materials for be made)
- Conversion of people with some power like : small merchants or maybe small gang leaders. Would need time or seeing something incredible. Their donations, support and outright annexation of their groups in our flock would likely reinforce us.
- Gaining contacts that can keep an eye for us around in the underhive

>>5483175
>Mercy of Christ: Once a day, you may simply lay your hands upon a person and heal them of one ailment, be it a long term illness or a bloody wound.
Can't be anything else.

Just found this quest and I think this is interesting. Especially depending on what version of the bible we found, since in several of them hell isn't mentioned cause it was a mistranslated of a few words.

>>5483241
Outside of being like a place demons chill in the new testament anyway.

Quick question actually. Is our copy of the bible written in Low Gothic? I assume it is, but it was never directly stated so I figured I'd ask.
Also I recommend transcribing it to a dataslate as soon as humanly possible.

>>5483241
I am personally hoping for a New King James Version. it's solid and a well received version. I am also gonna way in on the God being made in the warp or being existing, I think he has been around and because of Emps and the 4 has only now been able to husband enough power to make his will known once more. by manifesting a Bible to someone and compelling them to read it.

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>>5483241
Yeah, it's in Low Gothic and you're not sure what version it's in, or even that there is more than one version of the bible, as it doesn't say anywhere within the book.

>>5483258
>>5483258
I have faith that God has sent us his word complete and whole, as it is written he will preserve his word.

>>5483258
Of course IC we can't know which one it is but we can still find out OOC by the number of books in this bible. Then again, it's appearence in the underhive was both supernatural and written in low gothic so it may be a version unlike any of the ones we have on earth.

>>5483260
gonna side with this tho so we don't get into a huge religious debate. Let's have fun everyone

Oh, this quest looks cool. I think I'm gonna join in too.
>Mercy of Christ: Once a day, you may simply lay your hands upon a person and heal them of one ailment, be it a long term illness or a bloody wound.
PRAAAISE THE LAAWWWD.

>>5483175
>Grace of God: Once a day, you can repair any object you get your hands on with whatever scrap and supplies you have on hand, almost as if a higher being takes control of you while you work.
I like the healing but this can go ugly very quickly if we get swarmed by a mob who will tear us apart if we do not heal them all at once.
I think the repairing suites us better in taking care of this flock. Also I want to dab on the techpriests.

>>5483175
>Mercy of Christ: Once a day, you may simply lay your hands upon a person and heal them of one ailment, be it a long term illness or a bloody wound.

Wonder if we might be able to bring back something like that old idea of anons controlling their own little groups once the Church grows big enough. It was an idea from the old Quest that I enjoyed, if only due to the audience participation it allowed.

>>5483175
>>Mercy of Christ: Once a day, you may simply lay your hands upon a person and heal them of one ailment, be it a long term illness or a bloody wound.
>>5483202
I prefer the first, or that God is just on another level, because for the former the idea of a man simply willing his flock to be healed and it working is really funny to me.

>>5483324
I'd rather not. It kind of pits anons against each other, splitting church resources to a dozen ends.

>>5483324
>Wonder if we might be able to bring back something like that old idea of anons controlling their own little groups once the Church grows big enough. It was an idea from the old Quest that I enjoyed, if only due to the audience participation it allowed.

I would love this

I'm a bit ignorant of 40K lore, so I'll just ask my dumbass question.
Small scale fabrication units that can take in raw materials and spit out useable items are totally a thing, right? If they are, is there a chance that an old one might be in an abandoned factory around here?

>>5483361
There was something called STC https://warhammer40k.fandom.com/wiki/Standard_Template_Construct_(STC)

Sadly they all died

>>5483361
So think about the lore like this, federation from star trek happened, then a galactic apocalypses hit wiping out nearly all of human tech and history. Then the chosen one from stellaris rose and united humanity, but fucked it up.

now only the most basic knowledge survives to keep humanity in space, and everything is slowly decaying because no one really understands how to maintain it.

>>5483367
No I'm aware of the Golden Age, Age of Strife, and the nature of the Emperor.
I've absorbed about 80% of my knowledge from TTS and the rest from wiki-diving on 1d4chan.
I've just never read any of the books, played any of the games, digital or table top, or really interacted with the series beyond fanmade content.
Hence why I was inquiring as to something specific here before I got my hopes up.

>>5483324
It took a lot of work not gonna lie, I would only recommend it if the QM wants to spend a lot of time on it.

>>5480946
Eyy as the last person to attempt this I wish you the greatest luck and hope your a more dedicated QM them I am

>>5480979
I actually wasn't the first one I stole the idea from an even older quest that I liked only ran one thread though I guess I did slightly better in that respect. I also did it because I thought it was an excellent trope.

>>5483372
I'd bet they exist, but not anywhere we could reach for the next 5-7+ threads

>>5483427
Jerry-rigging shit it is then.
First thing I want to sort out is tools to work our fields and maximize our efforts as far as crops go. I have a short list in mind;
>sacks to carry our crops when they're harvested
>pitchforks to dig up potatoes and loosen up the soil
>Some sort of scraping implement for our algae tubs
On that last one, I have a specific idea.
It'd essentially be a machete, but with a flat head instead of a point to help it scrape better. The sharpened edge along the length wouldn't be particularly useful for gardening, but it would give it some use as a makeshift weapon in case our flock needs to defend themselves at a moment's notice.

>>5483456
So just a chisel with an edge on the side? Also, most machetes don't have a point in the first place, and isn't gardening what they're for? Well, not this kind of gardening, but still.

I agree that it'd be a good idea, but we probably just want to get the algae on the top and hanging about in the water so it can regrow faster.

>>5483324
Eh idk. There was only a certain amount of positions available, we can't be too many characters/groups.
I managed to grab a position last time and it was kind of fun. I tried to act more has a liutenant than "my" own group. Since we were already part of one flock.
But different groups means most of the time different ideas, and that tends to create splits when the quest is not easy. Even if the main character, is the one we follow and was the one converting us.
The Qm also need to track more stuff, which can be problematic and players with characters/groups need to be active.
It can add to the story though in a way, and can provide help to the main character and flock in multiple ways.
>>5483456
We could buy some tools with thrones. Shouldn't be too costly depending what we buy. If we manage to convert some craftsmen maybe we could make a workshop for them to work in.

>>5483411
Woah, never expected you to show up. Well, if my version is even half as good as yours was then I'll be satisfied. If you don't mind me asking, how are you liking the quest so far?

Also since it seems like almost everyone and holy shit is it a lot of votes wants to go with Mercy of Christ, I'm gonna go ahead and lock that in. Also on the topic of various anons taking IC roles as leaders of various factions in the Cult, I'm leaning towards no at least for now, if only because I'm not to confident in my ability to pull that off well and also so as to not split the playerbase with a bunch of people working towards their own ends and possibly undermining each other IC. It's just a bit too complicated for my smol, smooth brain. Although that may change in the future, we'll see.

Anyways, writing now.

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=zDSimmvJH1I&list=PLWpYpml50qkrj5jdj_4QdzZ_9hmw1kJCD&index=4

You lie there for a while, steam rising off your naked form as you shudder and recover from the effects of having the Spirit come over you. Your flock has gathered around you, some fearful as they murmur over your body.

“I-is he alright?” stutters Esma, her two children huddled around her. “Not sure…” says Bolt, as she kneels down and tentatively reaches out to touch your shoulder. “Ah!” She quickly recoils her hand away from you, kneading it with her other as she says “D-damn he’s hot!” Unable for any of them to stand the heat long enough to be able to touch you, they all stand around your still body, although they can tell you’re at least still alive, as wispy coils of steam come out of your mouth with every breath.

Suddenly, you rise up, which startles Andrew so much that he shouts, making the first noise you’ve ever heard from him. Even he seems surprised by his outburst, as he stares at the floor, his cheeks red from embarrassment.

“I-I’m fine, my friends. But… I feel different.” You say as you look down at your callused and scarred hands, frequently cut up on scrap and junk when you went out on scavenging runs. “Praise God for that, at least.” says Reek, his heavily wrinkled face still knotted up with worry, “Ya had us worried there, Kvar. But, what happened to you just now?” You’re about to answer him that you don’t really know, when your eyes come upon him. His hobbled, stooped form, covered in scars and grime from years of living rough in the inhospitable underhive. You focus particularly on his stump, a large and ugly scar reaching up from it to his shoulder.

You don’t know why, but it feels like you’re truly seeing him for the first time. His many scars and all the dirt and grime on his skin, and his filthy, wretched clothing. The sight makes you want to weep, and even though you’re still nude, you want to reach out and comfort him. What a tragic life he must have lived, to be in such a state now. And so you step towards him, wordlessly, and wrap him in a tight, warm hug. He stammers uncomfortably, and yet does not push you away. Eventually, his arm also wraps around your back, and you’re about to speak when you feel something happen, deep in your chest.

It feels like a great, previously unknown tension inside of you is unwinding, such tightness suddenly snapping and coming loose as the odd sensation travels from your breast and up the length of both arms. You hear someone gasp and you look down over his shoulder to see that your arms are glowing! And you watch as the glow brightens and brightens until it is nearly blinding, the whole dim room suddenly becoming very bright.

Then you feel a… Pressure on your back, where Reek’s missing arm should be. He quickly lets go of you and stares at the change taking place on his stump, his mouth agape and gasping as thousands of golden threads of light sprouting from the scarred stump and quickly binding together wrapping and folding over each other as the threads build and build and build, taking shape. After about a minute, they have all woven together to form the shape of a golden, luminescent arm. Then suddenly, they dim completely, and the change in light is so sudden that it takes everyone a few moments for their eyes to adjust. When they do, however…

Reeks missing arm has grown back, it’s skin completely unmarred and free of stains making a sharp contrast to the rest of his filthy and scarred shoulder. You all watch in silence as Reek marvels at his new arm, gripping and stretching his fingers and slowly, carefully moving it around, almost as if he’s afraid it will shatter into a million pieces if he’s not careful. The silence is finally broken when Bolt suddenly shouts “A miracle! It’s a miracle! Praise God!”

“Praise… Jesus…” is all Reek can say, still stunned at the miracle that just took place on his body, tears flowing freely from his eyes . You all gather around and wrap Reek in a group hug, each of you shouting praise to your Lord God, some of you in tears from the sheer shock of emotion the miracle produced in all of you.

Eventually though, you all regain your composure somewhat, although you feel more than a little tired yourself. Still though, your followers all look at you with renewed devotion and confidence, assured in the knowledge that their leader truly is chosen by God.

>You have gained the miraculous power of the Mercy of Christ!

>After bearing witness first hand to a miracle, all of your followers have once again deepened their faith, resolve and devotion, leveling up from church faithful to church devout. They are now much more loyal, determined and more unshakable in their faith.

>You have 6 church devout, two months of food left, 10 units of scrap and 8 units of lumber, as well as 30 Thrones and a Fledgling Temple.

>Get to work on making the Temple more livable. Spend 5 units of lumber on building various furniture and simple facilities to turn this place into a home.

>Fortify the Temple further, spending 5 units of scrap on improving the defense and barricades.

>Rest for a day to recover, and then go and make contact with your neighbors. Not that you mean to turn a miracle of God into a spectacle, but your new gift should help greatly with getting your neighbors on your side.

>Begin work on setting up an irrigation system for the farm, which should speed up it’s growth and keep it safer from any events that might endanger your crops.

>Write in.

>>5483734
>Fortify the Temple further, spending 5 units of scrap on improving the defense and barricades.
>Rest for a day to recover, and then go and make contact with your neighbors. Not that you mean to turn a miracle of God into a spectacle, but your new gift should help greatly with getting your neighbors on your side.
We will be the missionary while the flock protects our home.

>>5483734
>Fortify the Temple further, spending 5 units of scrap on improving the defense and barricades.
>Rest for a day to recover, and then go and make contact with your neighbors. Not that you mean to turn a miracle of God into a spectacle, but your new gift should help greatly with getting your neighbors on your side

>>5483734
>Begin work on setting up an irrigation system for the farm, which should speed up it’s growth and keep it safer from any events that might endanger your crops.
>Fortify the Temple further, spending 5 units of scrap on improving the defense and barricades.

>>5483734
>Begin work on setting up an irrigation system for the farm, which should speed up it’s growth and keep it safer from any events that might endanger your crops.
>Rest for a day to recover, and then go and make contact with your neighbors. Not that you mean to turn a miracle of God into a spectacle, but your new gift should help greatly with getting your neighbors on your side.

>>5483734

>Fortify the Temple further, spending 5 units of scrap on improving the defense and barricades.
>Rest for a day to recover, and then go and make contact with your neighbors. Not that you mean to turn a miracle of God into a spectacle, but your new gift should help greatly with getting your neighbors on your side

Praise the LORD.

Posting from my phone to let you all know that the next update will be tomorrow in the morning EST. Good night everybody!

>>5483734
>>Get to work on making the Temple more livable. Spend 5 units of lumber on building various furniture and simple facilities to turn this place into a home.
>Begin work on setting up an irrigation system for the farm, which should speed up it’s growth and keep it safer from any events that might endanger your crops.

Check and see if there's anything else we can fix. Maybe Andrew's muteness is curable? If Yes, most important first. If no...
>Rest for a day to recover, and then go and make contact with your neighbors. Not that you mean to turn a miracle of God into a spectacle, but your new gift should help greatly with getting your neighbors on your side.

>>5483789
Supportin'

>>5483734
>Get to work on making the Temple more livable. Spend 5 units of lumber on building various furniture and simple facilities to turn this place into a home.
>Rest for a day to recover, and then go and make contact with your neighbors. Not that you mean to turn a miracle of God into a spectacle, but your new gift should help greatly with getting your neighbors on your side.

>>5483734
>Begin work on setting up an irrigation system for the farm, which should speed up it’s growth and keep it safer from any events that might endanger your crops.
>Fortify the Temple further, spending 5 units of scrap on improving the defense and barricades.

This should ensure our small church is a bit safer than before. With that done, converting more people and being able to support them should be possible.
We will need to invest some time in cleaning in the future. Not just our flock bodies, but even were we live and the surroundings of it. There is likely mountains of garbage and grime all around the underhive.

Clothing and better beds would need to be done later. Construction and expansion need tools and more people. Painting would need paint likely.

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>>5483734
>Get to work on making the Temple more livable. Spend 5 units of lumber on building various furniture and simple facilities to turn this place into a home.
>Rest for a day to recover, and then go and make contact with your neighbors. Not that you mean to turn a miracle of God into a spectacle, but your new gift should help greatly with getting your neighbors on your side.

Praise be

>>5483734
>Get to work on making the Temple more livable. Spend 5 units of lumber on building various furniture and simple facilities to turn this place into a home.
>Rest for a day to recover, and then go and make contact with your neighbors. Not that you mean to turn a miracle of God into a spectacle, but your new gift should help greatly with getting your neighbors on your side.
Not constantly worrying about getting raided would be nice.

>>5483734
>Get to work on making the Temple more livable. Spend 5 units of lumber on building various furniture and simple facilities to turn this place into a home.
>Rest for a day to recover, and then go and make contact with your neighbors. Not that you mean to turn a miracle of God into a spectacle, but your new gift should help greatly with getting your neighbors on your side.

>>5483741
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Fortify: 5
Diplomacy: 9
Irrigation: 5
Furniture: 6

It's very close but making the Temple more livable edges it out, and almost everyone wants to make contact with your neighbors. Writing now.

For the rest of the day you take it easy at the Temple, occasionally pitching in to help with their efforts to turn the abandoned factory into more of a real home. By the end of the day it is much more comfortable in the Temple, with everyone having their own beds around the Temple and even a couple of makeshift chairs placed throughout. After the evening supper and night prayers have been completed, everyone goes to bed in high spirits, happy and comforted in the knowledge that God is real, and their leader has clearly been chosen by Him.

The next morning after breakfast you resolve to go out and meet your neighbors, and from what you have gathered there are two major gangs making their home in the area around the Temple. One of them is called The Rashers, a medium sized gang with around two dozen members, from what you’ve heard they are heavily invested in the flake trade, along with several other illicit substances. Oddly for a gang in the underhive, they are not known to be terribly violent or cruel, perhaps so as to not scare off potential customers. They hang out in an old burned out hab block, and you think they manufacture the product at the same place, and their leader is a wiry man called Gag, although you don’t know very much about him.

The other gang is known as The Jags, and they are known to be rather violent, even cruel, especially to those that wrong them. You think they make most of their profit from “protection” rackets on whomever lives nearby that they can extort. Although remarkably, they are deathly opposed to the flake trade, severely punishing anyone they can find either using it or selling it, and their punishments usually turn out to be either brutal maimings, or executions on the spot. Apparently according to the rumors, their leader, an older woman called Marella, grew up in an extremely abusive family, both her mother and father were terribly addicted to flake and would horribly abuse her both when they were in the depths of a binge, and especially when they were out of it.

Naturally they are wrapped up in a constant war with each other, both factions diametrically opposed to one another. Neither of them are very pleasant, although you hope with your new gift you can show them that you mean no harm, and could even help them. And it goes without saying that it would be very beneficial to you and your followers if you could convert one or both gangs into faithful believers of the Lord Jesus Christ, although you’ll be satisfied for now with simply getting them to leave you and your flock alone.

>Write in who to bring along with you with your vote, or you can simply go alone.

>Go and meet with the Jags and their leader. You are somewhat sympathetic to her troubles, although you can’t condone the violence she puts out into the world. But maybe she’ll be more sympathetic to you and your cause as well.

>Go and talk with the Rashers and their leader. If they truly are a less violent than usual gang, then maybe you’ll have better luck with them than the brutal Jags. Although you certainly disapprove of their role in the flake trade, perhaps with time you can show them the errors of their ways.

>>5484499
>>Go and meet with the Jags and their leader. You are somewhat sympathetic to her troubles, although you can’t condone the violence she puts out into the world. But maybe she’ll be more sympathetic to you and your cause as well.

>>5484499
>Go and meet with the Jags and their leader. You are somewhat sympathetic to her troubles, although you can’t condone the violence she puts out into the world. But maybe she’ll be more sympathetic to you and your cause as well.
Maybe we can teach them temperance. God wrath is great, but so is his mercy.
>Bring Reek
People may know he didn't have an arm

>>5484505
+1

>>5484497
>>Go and meet with the Jags and their leader. You are somewhat sympathetic to her troubles, although you can’t condone the violence she puts out into the world. But maybe she’ll be more sympathetic to you and your cause as well.

The flake is bad and the Jags could become our militant arm.

>>5484505
+1

>>5484499
>Go and meet with the Jags and their leader. You are somewhat sympathetic to her troubles, although you can’t condone the violence she puts out into the world. But maybe she’ll be more sympathetic to you and your cause as well.
Turn their violent ways towards being protectors.

>>5484499
>>5484505
Support. And yes, the Jags sound one-to-a-few good sermons away from becoming crusaders

>>5484505
>+1

>>5484505
Supporting.

Honestly, both of these gangs sound like they could be brought into the fold. The Jags are obvious, but the Rashers might have a more altruistic motive than simple profit for being kinder. Uniting them both in service to the One True God will be a great start for our efforts.

>>5484545
That will be a very tough order. Gangs are pretty bad irl, I imagine they are far worse in the 40k universe.

>>5484557
It would be a miracle akin to the one that converted the man who became Paul the Apostle.

>>5484499

>Go and meet with the Jags and their leader. You are somewhat sympathetic to her troubles, although you can’t condone the violence she puts out into the world. But maybe she’ll be more sympathetic to you and your cause as well.

Not sure about whom to bring, but maybe Reek may have a story so,

>Bring Reek

>>5484499
>Go and meet with the Jags and their leader. You are somewhat sympathetic to her troubles, although you can’t condone the violence she puts out into the world. But maybe she’ll be more sympathetic to you and your cause as well.

She's doing something good by being against the flake trade, even though the methods and everything else sucks.

>Bring Reek

>>5484499
>Go and meet with the Jags and their leader. You are somewhat sympathetic to her troubles, although you can’t condone the violence she puts out into the world. But maybe she’ll be more sympathetic to you and your cause as well.
Does our gift allow us to cure addiction as well?

>>5484631
No, neither does it cure maladies of the mind nor the soul.

>>5484673
>nor the soul.
Exorcism powers when?

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>>5484497
>>5484505
>supporting
I hope we can make them turn to Christ like St. Moses.

>>5484499
>>Go and meet with the Jags and their leader. You are somewhat sympathetic to her troubles, although you can’t condone the violence she puts out into the world. But maybe she’ll be more sympathetic to you and your cause as well.
Yea, though I walk through the valley of the shadow of death, I will fear no evil: for thou art with me; thy rod and thy staff they comfort me.

>>5484499
>>Go and meet with the Jags and their leader. You are somewhat sympathetic to her troubles, although you can’t condone the violence she puts out into the world. But maybe she’ll be more sympathetic to you and your cause as well.

Bring Bolt and Reek.
I would have prefer to have convert more before interacting with a gang, but might as well.

>>5484545
It could be done, we ll see how it goes. Beyond conversion making them see that there is no need of conflict between eachother, should be possible.
Our flock doesn't need conflict for survive for example. It lives just fine and grows.

>>5484499
>>Go and meet with the Jags and their leader. You are somewhat sympathetic to her troubles, although you can’t condone the violence she puts out into the world. But maybe she’ll be more sympathetic to you and your cause as well.

low though I walk through the shadow of the valley of death I shall fear no evil.

>>5485001
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Everyone wants to meet the Jags, and most want to bring Reek along. Update won't be 'til later in the afternoon, around 5-6 PM EST, but go ahead and roll me 3 1d100.

DC: ???

Rolled 4 (1d100)

>>5485783
May the Lord guide us

Rolled 31 (1d100)

>>5485783

Rolled 7 (1d100)

>>5485783

>>5485784
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>>5485787
This might not go very well.

Rolled 71 (1d100)

>>5485783
God is with us.

>>5485784
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>>5485787
Hopefully this isn't a sign of what's to come.

>>5485791
>roll me 3 d100
Oh man, this is bad.
I had a feeling setting up so close to the gangs was a bad idea.

>>5485787

At least 7 is the LORD's number...

Rolled 12 (1d100)

>>5485783
Crit.

The momentum had to shift at some point ah well.

>>5485787
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>>5485784
Sorry for the wait, writing now.

Looking back on it I think we fell into the trap of tempting the lord our god, and you all know we are told not to do that.

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=i47XXTjSYck&list=PLWpYpml50qkrj5jdj_4QdzZ_9hmw1kJCD&index=11

Despite their… Nasty reputation, for some reason you feel as if you’ll have better luck with the Jags. Your home in the old abandoned factory is somewhat unusual in the underhive as while it is all miles underground, your new Temple is located on what could charitably be called a street, not quite as cramped and tight as many of the warrens and maintenance sub-corridors that make up much of the underhive of Boiadero. That being the case, it is not too difficult to make your way down the street and towards the Jags’ hideout, surrounded by the hissing hum of the street lights, the crackling of the barrel fires and the similarly burnt out homeless and junkies huddling around them. As you get closer and closer to their hideout, an abandoned factory rather similar to your own, you begin to notice disturbing signs marking the Jags territory.

Most notable is a half decayed, half desiccated skeletal corpse nailed to a street lamp, a sign hanging over it heavily perforated skull with the words “FLAKE DEALER CAUGHT SELLING TO CHILDREN” scrawled on it in Low Gothic. As you pass it by, you swear you can feel the eyes of people watching you, and as you pass by a burnt out hab block, you catch a glimpse of glinting, sharp metal. To his credit, Reek seems oddly calm to the danger you are both willingly entering, almost as if he is rather used to the sensation. As you get closer and closer to the Jags main hideout, you aren’t stopped or harassed by anyone, although with each step closer you get, more and more of what must be Jag gangers come out of whatever building or stoop they were hanging out at and start following behind you.

Each of them, you notice, has a shaved head and more to the point, each is carrying a weapon of some kind. A few have nasty looking stubbers of all makes and sizes, while others carry knives, makeshift scrap machetes and bludgeons with vicious jagged nails spiked through them. By the time you reach the front door of the Jags hideout, you must have around two dozen gangers, all following you silently. The man guarding the door, a somewhat short and scrawny fellow with a jagged scar running along on both sides of his lips and a large anarchic A tattooed on his forehead, stands up and hefts a brutal twin barrel shotgun, not quite pointing it at you but keeping it ready in case he decides to.

“Are ya lost, little piggy?” He snarls, sneering. Steeling your courage and trying to keep your hands and eyes steady, you look him in the eye as you say “I’m sure you and you friends have noticed, but me and my flock have moved into the old factory nearby, and I just wanted to come by and let you, and your leader, know that we all mean know harm, and hope to get along.”

He doubles over laughing at that, saying “HAHAHA, he, heh, the piggy means us no harm! Wants to get along he does. Well isn’t that just sweet of ya.” Suddenly he stops laughing and hefts the shotgun and aims it directly at your face, the twin barrels mere inches from your nose.

“Well… What if we mean you harm? What then, little pig?”

Your heart pounding, Reek stock still next to you and around two dozen of the Jags surrounding you on all sides, you try to think of what to say.

>Write in what to say in reply to the man, or what to try to do to save your skin.

>>5486164
> Remain calm and show no fear nor hate towards them
> "I came here to announce our services to your leader, our group specializes in healing and helping people. If you don't believe me then take me to an injured person and let me show you what we are capable of."

More and more I regret us moving next to gangs.
Honestly if this continues I think we should move out of the factory.

>>5486164
>"I see that you do not fear death nor any enemy that you might find. This by itself is commendable, though what good would it do to kill one who condemns addictions of the flesh? I do not come to you with weapons or demands, but merely the Word of God; a wish to free us from the crime of selling drugs."
And if they don't believe us say
>"If I wished to bring about harm, why would I come here first instead mingling with those against you before being here? I bring no weapon, but merely healing."

>>5486164
>"Then you would be harming a man that did nothing to you. A man whose only intent was to be a good neighbour, and extent the hand of help and healing to a group that he believes is a force of good, for they protect the meek against those that would prey on them."

Next update will be tomorrow morning, EST. Thanks for playing and good night bros!

>>5486196
And here's some passages
Fear
"I sought the Lord, and he answered me and delivered me from all my fears."
"The Lord is on my side; I will not fear. What can man do to me?"
Drugs
“Be alert and of sober mind. Your enemy the devil prowls around like a roaring lion looking for someone to devour.”
"No temptation has overtaken you except what is common to mankind. And God is faithful; he will not let you be tempted beyond what you can bear. But when you are tempted, he will also provide a way out so that you can endure it"
Children
"In the same way your Father in heaven is not willing that any of these little ones should perish."
"From the lips of children and infants you, Lord, have called forth your praise"
“Let the little children come to me, and do not hinder them, for the kingdom of heaven belongs to such as these.”
No idea how to use them though

>>5486208
Thanks for running, night QM!

>>5486209
And whoever welcomes one such child in my name welcomes me.
If anyone causes one of these little ones—those who believe in me—to stumble, it would be better for them to have a large millstone hung around their neck and to be drowned in the depths of the sea.
Here's some I found. I feel like it could be useful to mention any of these somehow.

>>5486224
That last one should work well, given how they treated the flake dealer.
Hopefully they give us a chance to let us talk. They live through protection money don't they? We are basically offering to pay with healing without they even coming to collect.

>>5486196
Support this is the way to go

>>5486185
Supportin'

>>5486196
Support

>>5486196
Support

>>5486185
>>5486191
Everyone is supporting my write-in, but I would like to support these two as well.
>>5486224
And the second passage of this post

>>5486185
This goes against our Christian ways, you're commercializing our divine gift. in an attempt not to be shoot, I do not support this one and would ask those who are to reconsider.

>>5486725
You make a good point. While safety is good, compromising our beliefs is a fate worse than death.

>>5486164
Supporting adding this
>If anyone causes one of these little ones—those who believe in me—to stumble, it would be better for them to have a large millstone hung around their neck and to be drowned in the depths of the sea.
to my vote.

>>5486725
the plan I have is not to commercialize, but to subvert them from within, as people are more willing to deal with what you have to say, even if they disagree with you, if you prove to be a valuable asset to a group if the alternative is to face more difficulties/dangers. Also keep in mind that these people are underhive gang members and their mentality is that of a cynical survivor and someone who comes offering so called miracles for nothing will be considered as a potential spy for a rival gang or a derenged madman.

>>5486772
We are called to be a light in the darkness to be an example amongst the lost, I will not compromise that even if it means our end.

>>5486788
then i hope that the speech this anon made >>5486196 is enough to convince them that we are not a threat to them

>>5486164
>>5486191
>>5486224
Support

>>5486185
>>5486191
>>5486196
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>>5486889
Since there's a lot of support for each write in, I'll be combining them. Sorry for not updating first thing in the morning, but I woke up with what must be the seasonal flu, but I've recovered enough by now to write. Anyways, writing now.

As you stare down into the black double eights of the barrels, it’s promise of oblivion and meeting your Lord much sooner than you expected, all the fear melts from your mind as you know that whether you live or die, God is with you.

“Then you would be killing a man that has done nothing to you or your gang. We share a common ideal you know, the hatred of drugs and how they can make great men so very, very small. I only wanted to offer you my gift of healing and the promise of friendship, but if you truly wish to kill me, then so be it. The Lord is with me either way.”

There is a great silence after you finish, that seems to stretch on and on as the thug keeps the gun pointed at your face. The tension is almost unbearable as you stare down the barrel, and for a final moment you are certain that he is going to fire. That you will die, painlessly and instantly, and finally meet Jesus.

Then the silence is finally broken not by the thunderclap of the double barrel shooting, but the squeaking of the front door to the Jags hideout opening, a tall and muscular woman stepping out. “Alright Ace, you’ve had yer fun. Enough picking on the poor bastard, don’t yah know he’s a bleddy holy man?” She says as she quickly snatches the shotgun out of his hands, smacking him on the back of the head as she does so. You get a good look at her face as she turns to you, a large brutal scar bisecting her face diagonally from temple to chin, many large staples seemingly the only thing keeping both halves of her face kept together.

“Aye, that was a good speech there, preacherman. Not many would be able to string such pretty words together with screaming death a few inches from their nose!” At this she cackles, and all the Jags surrounding you join in. “So then,” she says as she stops laughing, “I hear you are a genuine miracle worker.” She nods to Reek, eyeing his immaculately clean and scar free new arm.

“Yah, Kvar here healed me, he did. Him and God gave me my arm back. God really is real, you understand? Not like the Emprah, not at all.” Reek says, pulling up his sleeve so all can see his miraculously restored arm. Whistling, the woman leans in to inspect it closer before backing up and nodding, looking at you.

“I believe it. One of me boys saw him, when it happened. Quite the lightshow from what I hear. Damn near broke his jaw gabbing about it. Now listen here miracle man, I’m gonna make you a simple offer. I’ll waive the usual protection tax if you can work your magic whenever I need it, say if one of my lads gets himself scraped up. Or, heh, if one of the bleddy idiots catches lovers pox. Or you can cough up 15 Thrones a week like everyone else. Whaddya say, preacherman?”

>Accept the deal to heal her or one of the Jags whenever they need it.

>Accept the deal to pay 15 Thrones a week for ‘protection’.

>Negotiate.

>Write in

>>5487058
>Accept the deal to heal her or one of the Jags whenever they need it.
>"Healing is the Lord's work, I only hope that those that come to the temple stay to hear a sermon or two. God's words brings a greater salvation than his miracles."
>"Mark 5:34: Daughter, your faith has healed you. Go in peace and be freed from your suffering.”
>"John 4:13-14 : “Everyone who drinks of this water will thirst again; but whoever drinks of the water that I will give him shall never thirst; but the water that I will give him will become in him a well of water springing up to eternal life.”"

>>5487058
>>Negotiate.
>I will do my utmost to heal you or your men when you request it, Lady Jag. But in return you all will attend a service of mine, so that you might hear the Good Word. Just the once will suffice, but all are welcome to return for more.

>>5487058
Oh yeah, in case anyone's confused, the lady who just saved your blessed ass is Marella herself, leader of the Jags.

Quick question, does our healing also fix up old wounds that have already "healed" in a sense?

>>5487072
support

>>5487072

Support. With the addition that it is not a requirement the deal, just an offer. We can't make people listen if they don't want to, after all.

>>5487071
>>5487058
Supporting.

>>5487087
Depends on the wound. If your lungs were severely damaged several years ago, but you can live with it for the forseeable future but it hurts and debilitates you, then that is healable by the Mercy of Christ. But an old scar can not be removed by the Mercy of Christ. Really it's a case by case kinda thing.

>>5487117
Alright just checking, I was gonna try and see if we couldn't heal Marela's disfigured face.
Now that I think about it though, she probably wouldn't appreciate it very much.

>>5487071
>>5487072
+1

Next update will be sometime in the afternoon tomorrow, around 3-6 PM EST.

Also I'm getting curious now that we're a little farther into the quest, how many of you guys are actually Christian, or religious/spiritual in general? As an atheist myself, I mainly made this thread because I really enjoyed the first version way back in 2019 and still think it's an awesome premise for a 40k Cult quest. Hopefully I've not gotten too much wrong about either Christianity or the 40k universe, but I've been trying to be as respectful as possible to both while still having fun with it.

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>>5487159
I'm not a Christian, but I do find scripture and the history of the church interesting to study.

>>5487159
not religious but I have an interest in such things

>>5487072
Support

>>5487159
I am a Christian, and I loved the first quest, and so far you have been doing a fine job of living up to the legacy of the first one.

>>5487072
support
a good idea


>>5487159
i don't feel much like an atheist, neither particularly religious. A middle ground.

>>5487071
>>5487072
Support both of these. Ideally they'd attend a service now and keep hearing our sermons, but either of the two would suffice.

>>5487159
I'm an agnosticist, I know quite a bit about Christianity, and if you hadn't posted that I wouldn't have been able to tell you're not a Christian.

>>5487058
>>5487072
support

>>5487159
I'm a christian, but I should probablygo to church more often.
You are doing good so far buy the way.

>>5487159
I haven't thought about my religion until recently, but I think I could class myself as an omnist.

>>5487159
I've studied a bit.
Boethius' views on God are particularly fascinating.

I'm atheist, but I can still have fun in a fantasy world.

>>5487071
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>>5487665
Everyone wants to take the deal to heal them as needed, but on the condition that they all come to one sermon with an invitation to keep coming back. Writing now.

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=8SYWRApgovI&list=PLWpYpml50qkrj5jdj_4QdzZ_9hmw1kJCD&index=5

You accept the deal to heal her or her men as they need it, on the condition that they all come to one of your sermons at least once. Marella scoffs but once she sees the resolve in your eyes, she sighs as she holds out her hand and says “Fine then holy man, I ‘spose it’s only fair. But I hope you don’t expect any of us to join your nutty cult after. My boys are dumb enough without filling their head with any God bothering drek.” You simply smile as you grip her rather gnarled hand with your own, and once you shake on it you suppose the deal is set.

Marella is a woman of her word, both because in the week after she frequently calls upon you to heal one of her men, and the variety of injuries they come in with is rather surprising. Some simply have a bad gash or burn, while others would have certainly died without your aid. In fact, one man does come to you asking to be healed, and when you look on his relatively healthy form and ask what ails him, he finally tells you with no small amount of embarrassment to heal “the fire in my cock and the blisters on my balls” that he apparently got after… Coupling, with a woman of ill repute.

And indeed, they all eventually come to your weekly sermon, all three dozen of them stuffed into your Temple looking either bored or uncomfortable. Once you begin to preach however, you notice that some of them look more attentive than the others, and you even catch a couple of approving nods from a few of the younger ones as you talk about the importance of community and family. They all know of your power to heal, many of them either personally receiving the blessing or having borne witness to it, and it seems as though they all respect it regardless of how much they respect your faith, and your God.

By the time next week's sermon has come, the number of Jags in your congregation has predictably dried up completely. Or, you would have thought that, as you notice a younger Jag girl, a teenager really, peeking in through one of the windows as you speak. You don’t draw attention to her, though you do lock eyes with her for a moment before her’s widen in surprise and her head ducks out of view. Later on you noticed she’s returned, although making more of an effort to hide herself in the corner of the window, her eyes following each movement as you get more and more into the sermon.

The next day after sharing a light breakfast of ration bars with your flock, you set to work on the next project.

>You have 6 church devout, two months of food left, 10 units of scrap and 3 units of lumber, as well as 30 Thrones and a Fledgling Temple.

>Set to work fortifying your temple against the many dangers lurking in the underhive, spending 5 units of scrap to do so.

>Begin working on setting up an irrigation system for your farm, making it so it grows faster and has less risk of accident or something unfortunate happening to your crops.

>Make an effort to try and convert the Jags you heal, paying special attention to that young Jag girl that showed an interest in your sermons.

>Hunt down whatever pests and small animals that lurk nearby in the underhive, and set up an enclosure within the temple to farm them, providing another food source for you and your flock.

>Write in.

>>5488312
>Begin working on setting up an irrigation system for your farm, making it so it grows faster and has less risk of accident or something unfortunate happening to your crops.
>Make an effort to try and convert the Jags you heal, paying special attention to that young Jag girl that showed an interest in your sermons.
>Hunt down whatever pests and small animals that lurk nearby in the underhive, and set up an enclosure within the temple to farm them, providing another food source for you and your flock.

>>5488312
>>Set to work fortifying your temple against the many dangers lurking in the underhive, spending 5 units of scrap to do so.

we have secured good relations with one of the gangs, and have a secure food supply for the next two months we need to secure the church and then we should work to convert the Jags to our cause.

>>5488312
>Begin working on setting up an irrigation system for your farm, making it so it grows faster and has less risk of accident or something unfortunate happening to your crops.
>Make an effort to try and convert the Jags you heal, paying special attention to that young Jag girl that showed an interest in your sermons.
Can't spread ourselves too thin now, but these two feel like the most important things. Hunting can wait until we actually have people that aren't liable to get injured while doing it.

think about the basics of survival, water, food, and shelter. we have the first 2 in hand, and tentatively hold the 3 but we need to secure the church or we risk everything. It would be a tragedy if the farm was ruined and the food looted, to say nothing of the lives lost in a raid, because we looked like an easy target. We need to fortify and then convert.

>>5488332
>>5488324
anons please reconsider, you're jumping the gun here, an irrigated farm, and seeking new converts mean nothing if we fail to care for and protect what we have already. As it stands we are a soft target just ripe for raiding. we need to fortify now.

>>5488335
Aren't the Jags supposed to 'protect' us from raiding?
Then again a point can be made that they aren't a reliable source of safety.