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.

Would you be mine, could you be mine? Could. You. Be...my heretic?

Actually Mr. Roger's aint that bad for a character concept. after all he did win the ultimate showdown of ultimate destiny !

...when you tug a non-sentient spider demon big as a sun into the Maw because it was full of Nurgle's flies. (now people just have to evade the lightyears spanning spiderwebs when travelling between Koronus and Calixis)

...when you tug a non-sentient spider demon big as a sun into the Maw because it was full of Nurgle's flies. (now people just have to evade the lightyears spanning spiderwebs when travelling between Koronus and Calixis)

I'm kind of curious as to why your party thought this was a good idea.

...when you tug a non-sentient spider demon big as a sun into the Maw because it was full of Nurgle's flies. (now people just have to evade the lightyears spanning spiderwebs when travelling between Koronus and Calixis)

I'm kind of curious as to why your party thought this was a good idea.

It's ok, they were planning to lure a tyranid splinter fleet into the sector to deal with the spider daemon...

When trapped in a Dark Eldar bloodsport arena you confidently command a complete stranger to navigate the deathtrap filled room by claiming to have worked it out.

When he dies, you proceed to command a different stranger that he was a sacrificial decoy that no one liked, but now everyone else can survive due to his sacrifice and begin guiding her through the maze.

When she dies you realise this won't work a third time, and have your missionary demonstrate how powerful his unarmed attacks are so that people know it's death if they DON'T go into the death maze.

Well there were flies and there was a spider. Things just kinda happened. ^^

... 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?"

Hey The-Shaman, there's a misspeling in your post, but please don't fix it,

IMHO it make the action that much better.

Also I'm stealing half of that stuff, thanks.

Hm, I apologize - where is the misspelling, just for my own reference?

"ordnate". I assume you meant ornate.

but ordnate sounds like a latinized 40k word that means stylish weapon

Lol! Now my mind can't stop thinking about that word.

From the Lexicon Imperialis:

Ordnate : Adjective : Portmanteau of "ordained" and "ornate": A holy weapon of excuisite detail and workmanship.

Interesting.

I'd assumed it would be a this: Ordnate : Noun: Portmanteau of "ordnance" and "ornate": An artillery shell of exquisite craftsmanship and workmanship. Often used exclusively by Rogue Traders as they can afford the opulence of craftsman working on shells.

That made me think about taking it one step furter: How about mounting the skull of a former arch militant on a shell or torpedo so they can strike one last time at the enemy. Let's call them "Reliquary Shells/Torpedoes". Seems very "40k", no?

Hey, for a favoured Arch-Militant, go for nothing less than mounting his or her corpse to an atomic. Preferably with their dress uniform and favourite hat on, and saluting the warhead as it is launched. Nova Cannon shells can also work, but anything less destructive would be a tad disrespectful if the RT could afford this ..

Sorry, did I forget to mention that was a Vortex Torpedo?

Well, there is the mild inconvenience of sending his bones straight to hell, but it is suitably destructive

If orks are seeking out your arch militant to be the new warboss for having at last discovered 'too much dakka'.

If you have ever battled an electric guitar playing inquisitor riding a psyber-tyrannosaurus equipped with plasmacannons....

...and gotten away with it by telling the Ordo Hereticus he was 'too radical'....

If you have ever had an encounter with an cybork Commando named 'Mad Dok MekNinja'...

When you realize that your senechal is channeling Mr. Popo and your archmilatent would be a good stand-in for Vegeta Abridged.

When you realize that your senechal is channeling Mr. Popo and your archmilatent would be a good stand-in for Vegeta Abridged.

What is your rogue trader like? Is he like Mr. Satan?

Hmm, in the last few levels the frequency of such moments has been somewhat higher. So, my update:

... when a business meeting with your peers involves at least half an hour of preliminary **** measuring (of whatever **** the RT has most of), because no one is willing to accept the others ARE his/her peers

... when everyone else at the meeting tells you you are an upjumped smartass in over your head, and should back away from your plans or else, you reply with offering them the opportunity to join themselves because hey, it is happening anyway, wouldn´t they rather be on your side?

... when you have a problem with a Dark Mechanicus magus in league with other fell powers for taking off with what was meant to be your salvage, and decide the proper solution is to organize a crusade in the Expanse.

... when the idea that a priceless archeotech communication device device presented by an ally/rival may be covered with poison is frowned upon, because it would be too cheap and classless.

... when you set out for a dangerous mission with only one of your four ships, because the other ones would just get in the way.

... when you leave the Processional of the Damned after a one-ship recon mission with higher crew morale most traders and some naval vessels leave Port Wander with

... when the above happens after you leave the Processional following a running battle with a Chaos detachment by an emergency warp jump through a warp storm and past a Chaos-held Ramilies star fort in the eye of the storm.

... when a Daemon-infested terraforming vessel of the AdMech hails you to talk crap, you accept so you can sass them back.

~When your Arch Militant player decides to break the mold and comes up with a char straight out of Spec Ops: The Line.

~When the above is much easier than expected because what happens in Spec Ops is considered "A slow day" to the Imperial Guard

~When your Missionary gets the rouge psyker trait, but the DM rules that he doesn't gain an corruption points for using powers as long as it's from the pyromancer discipline.

~When Dark Eldar refuse to work for you, citing moral standards.

~When your Seneschal gets a mysterious envelope, containing an invite to a game of something called "Paradox Poker"

~When your Voidmaster has an Adeptus Mechanicus background, the horrible nightmares and hallucinations afflictions, and is more or less something straight out of Dead Space.

~When Daemons, instead of offering the Rogue Trader a dark pact, instead ask if they'd give THEM one.

When your Explorator refuses to leave the ship after an incident with the security a space port

When said incident was being tackled by said security after he set off the metal detector.

When your Explorator refuses to leave the ship after an incident with the security a space port

When said incident was being tackled by said security after he set off the metal detector.

What ?

Just what sort of insanely overeager security personnel physically tackles a high-ranking adept of the Adeptus Mechanicus in the retinue of a smurfing Rogue Trader? Were they trying to smuggle enriched radioactives or xenotech heavy weaponry into the Lord Sector Calixis´ personal villa or something?

When your Explorator refuses to leave the ship after an incident with the security a space port

When said incident was being tackled by said security after he set off the metal detector.

What ?

Just what sort of insanely overeager security personnel physically tackles a high-ranking adept of the Adeptus Mechanicus in the retinue of a smurfing Rogue Trader? Were they trying to smuggle enriched radioactives or xenotech heavy weaponry into the Lord Sector Calixis´ personal villa or something?

It was a joke about the overeager airport security here in america, who are often stereotyped as either corrupt or stupid, such as the case of making a techpreist go through a metal detector to begin with, and acting surprised when they set it off.