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*continues to stand there, starkers, holding a cloth that appears to have rainbows and Spongebob Squarepants* "Sure did!"

Hmm. Looking at your policy documents, I regret that this means, under Section 41, subsection 3.1, paragraph a, sub-paragraph 2.3 you have forfeited the the right to your underpants. *Drums fingers* Problematic. I trust you read the 3,496 page document in full?

*bows out gracefully in favor of the correct opinion*

The colour is Midnight Blue. (Lighting flashes are optional)

Okay, yeah, welcome all the Girlyman corpsies in then. Let's add some red to your very dark blue for a super dark purple. Like a bruise.

Green robes, green robes? Before you can drop a dwarf down a hole in goblin infested mine, you have every dandyprat and his duck coming around asking stuff like: 'Which one of you is the head Elf?' Or, heavens help us: 'I like the Fallen too, Hail Luther!' Cringe, sir, cringe. I think the best we can do is very dark blue.

Black is so last-year, though. Every cult is black, or red. A nice forest green, though. Rich, indicative of life and fecundity.

Dark Grey clothing is darker than Black clothing in the Dark!

Mmm. Mm. Can't beat black. Never goes out of fashion, hides curry stains, cheap to get. Also handy for blackout curtains if we need to block out streetlamps. Perhaps we can have Baharroth Blue as the liner colour. This would actually be beneficial as when the Inquisition turned up they'd be all: 'These guys are totally not a cult, look at those jolly liners. And those fashionable sleeves, oh my! Fantastic taste, think we might join!'

Classic black, in deference to all the ink that has been spilled in leu of blood.

Baharroth Blue is too jolly, though, although it wasn't the colour IIRC, it was the fact we were in deadlock about sleeves/no sleeves due to cost and 'misunderstandings' on the nature of the...uh...;club'.

Well yes, because the rota has not been agreed. Back to the robe colour, can I put Baharroth Blue back up for consideration; I wasn't convinced by the arguments against it. Apologies if I am stretching the joke too far, just need a good laugh or two, its been one of those weeks so far.

Tro, we've been through this - there is no 'Head Cultist', remember?

Not to mention the rota for head cultist.

Can't be a cult. We're still in the discussion phase over colour and style of robe.

I really regret that the icon size limitations prevented the Nook from just having “Totally not a Cult” as an icon

Gentlemen and Cabalists, This man needs your help. I prithee attend to his query, and bring another into our fold of...er...folding. Or sommat.

Tion "At once, Princeps." Tion scrambled to the cogitator terminal near the door. Coaxing the machine spirit to action, he entreated it to report the ship's status and any sensor readings of immaterium breaches.

Rygel "The Etherium it not yet truly breached, the wall thins but holds. We must find the first tear and seal it before this corruption takes root in the blessed machinery". Drawing his blade he motioned to the moderatii, "Interface with the vessel and hunt the traces of this ill that our path may be illuminated".

Darius "Warp-craft. Princeps, Moderatii, behind me. Engage at range, I will defend." Arc lance charged and mag-inverter shield held upright, Darius moved towards the daemonic creature. He discharged the lance into the monstrous face.

Understandable, but if you have a scene in mind I’d say go ahead, might give the other players something to build on.

Didn't want to double post before the other players...

No sooner had the Princeps spoken that the entire room lurched sideways. Loose object flew and scattered against the stern wall and several of you lost your footing in this sudden quake. Further alarms rose and fell in a discordant choir. As you regain your footing a Armsman enters, looks you all over briefly and noting no injuries orders you to stay put and not to try and traverse the ship until the all clear has been sounded. Then he was gone again, door sealed with a clunk behind him, though not locked. More running feet in the corridor beyond. A pop of pressure, as if you had just ridden a great spire elevator from root to the heavens, draws your attention. There, near the stern wall, a shimmer of a red devil, elongated skull and horns all too inhuman. A tongue slivers out to taste the air. As yet it is a spectre, translucent, and yet it snarls and swings its blade. It does not reach you but you feel the forge heat. On the back stork it clips the corner of a metal crate, the brief contact imparting a bright orange glow to the crate that swiftly cools to duller shade. Structure Time Light Normal turn action allotment per player, but no need for initiatives.

Rygel The test begins, for the Omnissiah would not bestow such and honour without trials in equal measure. Standing amongst the moderatii he considered this his first command. "We shall defend the ship, and see that none might reach the god engine before our ordained arrival."

Rockatansky It looked like some of the unit had already formed up, likely in proximity after the landing. Aside from vision the armoured, elevated position provided some protection from snipers and the task of searching the corpses for the quartermaster. It was doubtful that these events would be considered an excuse for not reaching the rally point on time but there was no great rush to reach it early either.