Just to be clear I am stating archetypes not rank trees.

When the Rogue Trader is a contemptor dreadnought, the Arch-Militant is a Ork Kommando, the Astropath Transcendent is an Eldar Warlock, the Explorator is a jokero, the Missionary preaches about the Four-Armed Emperor, the Navigator is Kharn the Betrayer, the Seneschal is from a minor (pre-industrial) xeno race whose economy is based on slaving, and the Void Master is a Tau.

They are all PCs.

What rules did you use for the Jokero and who on earth managed to become Kharn the Betrayer????

Navigator stop splitting people's heads open and plot a course for........ "Kharn Kill!!!!" *Thunk*.......................

I like to believe that splitting people's heads off is how he divines the course thru the warp.

It's less splitting heads to plot a coarse and more (said to Kharn) "We are about to make an unplotted and unshielded jump, kill anything that comes aboard."

Enginseer: "But sir! The geller field is down!"

RT: "Don't worry, we have our Arch-millitant and his crew of genhanced combat crew to take care of any...hitchhikers."

AM: "BLOODFORTHEBLOODGOD!"

RT: "See? Works like a sharm! Now prepare for translation into warpspace. Astropath, send out the message."

Astropath: "+++ Cometh at me brother!+++"

Enginseer: "But sir! The geller field is down!"

RT: "Don't worry, we have our Arch-millitant and his crew of genhanced combat crew to take care of any...hitchhikers."

AM: "BLOODFORTHEBLOODGOD!"

RT: "See? Works like a sharm! Now prepare for translation into warpspace. Astropath, send out the message."

Astropath: "+++ Cometh at me brother!+++"

I really want to like that, but the pedant in me is screaming "It's 'COM'ST THOU at me, brother', not 'cometh'..."

Well, it should be, but, a) English tends not to care about correct grammar in actual usage, and has basically abandoned the familiar you anyway;

b) we're using english to stand in for a different language entirely, and one which, if it has english roots at all, has been subject to 37000+ years of linguistic drift;

and c) it's just a game.

Enginseer: "But sir! The geller field is down!"

RT: "Don't worry, we have our Arch-millitant and his crew of genhanced combat crew to take care of any...hitchhikers."

AM: "BLOODFORTHEBLOODGOD!"

RT: "See? Works like a sharm! Now prepare for translation into warpspace. Astropath, send out the message."

Astropath: "+++ Cometh at me brother!+++"

I really want to like that, but the pedant in me is screaming "It's 'COM'ST THOU at me, brother', not 'cometh'..."

Well, it should be, but, a) English tends not to care about correct grammar in actual usage, and has basically abandoned the familiar you anyway;

b) we're using english to stand in for a different language entirely, and one which, if it has english roots at all, has been subject to 37000+ years of linguistic drift;

and c) it's just a game.

And I should have used "frater" instead of brother, to keep with 40k's pseudo latin...

When you're fighting over a desert planet Rogue Trader decides to nudge a ice-meteor to hit the planet.

Not to provide water and make the place more valuable.

Not to hit the enemy stronghold and wipe them out with the cataclysmic impact of a meteor crashing into the planet.

But because "Nice place, warm and sunny. What we need is a swimming pool!"

The Romanov Dynasty has a proud tradition of on betting which, where, when, and how one of the dynasties many deader than dead enemies will show up to trouble them next.

This ended abruptly when Commander McFury successfully predicted that it would be Aspyce Chorda, in the middle of a battle, during a solar eclipse of Terra by Luna, by means of shacking up in the torpedo room with The Masque of Slaanesh and Valkia the Bloody.

On the plus side their boarding torpedoes have never been more effective.

- When red-shirts get expended by the regiment .

- When the players forget that ' nuke the world from orbit, it's the only way to make sure ' is only supposed to be invoked after you find out what's on the surface.

- When your rogue trader has two seperate luxury quarters components installed so he can carry Cold Trade smugglers in one and an Inquisitorial contingent in the other at the same time.

- When, despite his best efforts, they meet, the result is " Marius? Good to see you! Didn't know you were on board. Have a drink ..."

Who is Marius? D:

@ caption, the ship is his sword i guess lol

And his face is his shield!

When the phrase " the only good heritick is a good heritick!" has an addendum by the by the ship's teck priest that says " mostly dead is preferred, it is easier to serveratise them."

When asked about all the servitors bearing chaos stars, the rouge trader responds that the cleric uses them for target practice, Him and the arch militant have an ongoing competition to see who can land more shots into the center of the star.

When game of thrones is considered an introductory lesson in how to run a business.

May I have your permission to use this as a signature?

When game of thrones is considered an introductory lesson in how to run a business.

May I have your permission to use this as a signature?

of course.

When upon starting a new game, your Missionary player, rather than make him an utter hypocrite, a psychotic fundamentalist, or a pyromaniac with a side of faith, decides to say "screw it, I'm doing something off the beaten path" and makes what is essentially Mr. Rogers wearing ecclesiarchy robes over his sweater.

You know Mr. Rogers was a Priest irl, right?

... when your ship has a standard procedure for dealing with heavily shielded Yuvath ruins.

... when said procedure involves dragging an asteroid and putting it on collision course with the ruins.

... when your less orthodox Explorator is working on installing digi-meltas in your seneschal´s brassiere and plans to remodel terminator suits for mass production in the ship´s manufactorium

... when your more orthodox Explorator works on gene-tampering the population of your next colony as soon as the initial tests on himself check out.

... when your Arch-Militant saw an exodite dragon knight and decides he wants to try this stuff out... with a cyber-rhinox with twin-linked autocannons.

... when your Rogue Trader takes time off planning his crusade in order to track an ancient power source to make his sanctified ancestral power sword even killier.

... when "drop my name" can also mean "hit him with the ordnate adamantium plate with my name on it that is currently atop my throne".

... when said plate is also the roosting place of a huge cyber-vulture the captain keeps in order to look impressive (and possibly as an anti-assassin precaution)

... when said cyber-vulture (aka the Grappleroc) originates from the Explorator not finding the right avian to apply our newly acquired grapplehawk schematics on and thinking that a minor adaptation would also help in the cargo bay.

... when your family Zoo on Footfall got raided by the Inquisition with unknown casualties.

... when you have boarded successfully a Space Marine Battle Barge (currently captured by Sorcerers and Rubric Marines).

... when your Rogue Trader has gotten into a duel of honor with an Exodite champion, and defeated him in order to secure a minor curio trade deal and restocking rights.

... when the above could have easily been avoided, but the Rogue Trader wanted a worthy fencing challenge.

... when your explorator is responsible for engendering the mistaken belief among said Exodites that Tech-Priests are the psykers of the Imperium

... when the maximum security storage of your ship is mostly used to house the statues your Navigator is making (and a Wych you are still wondering how best to use)

... when command tests to calm the crew during a warp storm get a bonus due to "meh, it´s been fine all the other times," but getting a blessed hull prompts rumors because "wait, we´ve been through all that, and NOW we are getting this - just what the heck are they planning?"

Scary thing is, I could see a RT doing this to a "yee" alien in a game. X_x

When the insane Explorator says he's going to save the Imperium and the party says good luck. Three sessions of him only appearing out of the under ship bilge decks to requisition items from planets we visit the Rogue Trader goes down to see what he's doing because none of the ship systems are working.

He has a city of over two thousand scribes, acolytes, and assistants down there helping him convert the power from the engine into a giant machine that he created by reverse engineering force weapon technology to try and pull the Emperors mind back into his body, and he has an 8 page plan with an explanation of the technical details on how it should work. He's currently managed to annex the ship using weaponized servitors and is flying it to Terra.

I hope this goes well. Sorry for multiple posts, still reading this.

Haven't played RT yet (still learning and playing DW), but I can't help but think you are in a RT Game when you hear this music come on every time you arm and equip your landing party.

Haven't played RT yet (still learning and playing DW), but I can't help but think you are in a RT Game when you hear this music come on every time you arm and equip your landing party.

At least that's how the explorers see it!

When upon starting a new game, your Missionary player, rather than make him an utter hypocrite, a psychotic fundamentalist, or a pyromaniac with a side of faith, decides to say "screw it, I'm doing something off the beaten path" and makes what is essentially Mr. Rogers wearing ecclesiarchy robes over his sweater.

You know Mr. Rogers was a Priest irl, right?

Yup, that makes it all the more appropriate.

Haven't played RT yet (still learning and playing DW), but I can't help but think you are in a RT Game when you hear this music come on every time you arm and equip your landing party.

And then much like X-COM, the redshirts you just spent the better part of an hour carefully picking the loadouts of all die

the end

When upon starting a new game, your Missionary player, rather than make him an utter hypocrite, a psychotic fundamentalist, or a pyromaniac with a side of faith, decides to say "screw it, I'm doing something off the beaten path" and makes what is essentially Mr. Rogers wearing ecclesiarchy robes over his sweater.

You know Mr. Rogers was a Priest irl, right?

Yup, that makes it all the more appropriate.

Hello Xenos. I want to talk to you about The Emperor and Feelings. And the best way you can make both happy is by work. Lots and lots of work.

When your tech priest breaks into you hold, unlocks you sleeping necron cargo to use them as live sized chest pieces.

when the player using a deathwatch marine is the lightest armed and armored player you have.

When your Wych has enough pain tokens to take on the Justice League single handed..,

..after a good night on the town in Footfall.

When hereditary succession means the heir apparent to the warrant of trade is the Astropath Trancendant, closely followed by the Navigator and the squat enginseer.

When a investigation by the Calixian Conclave is unable to turn up evidence of any male relatives of the Rogue Trader.

When the second that anyone leaves the room for any reason, you immediately claim everything in sight as legal salvage in the name of your Dynasty and have said person executed if they return for trespassing.

When you make passionate speeches to inspire crowds of NPCs to follow your command and charge fearlessly into combat, because you don't have time to check for booby-trapped doors.

When you realise that your augmetics, power armour and carried gear means an Aquila cannot take off if you are onboard.