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It was a shrine… and the sudden squelching stench made you follow the smell. Then below your feet, and all around the church, a mountain of bodies laid dead. You shrieked, and sought some kind of platform. Up on the podium you were given a clearer view. The corpses wore the robes of the Adeptus Ministorum, stained in black and red. They were slaughtered, shot, stabbed, the more you stared the more your eyes stung.
The church had no light, the cracks on the window spread like webs. Dust floated aimlessly, and the hot air churned together with the corpses made you nauseated. You looked away and turned to the other side, then looked up. The stone carved of the Emperor stood over, silent, even among the corpses. The God-Emperor, the Master of Mankind, a Corpse King among corpses.
“If you really are a god, please… wake up. We need you more than ever.”
The Master neither speak nor created a miracle. It made you wonder, if the Throne Room was even a real place. It didn’t matter, right now, your survival was paramount. The solace was that no one seemed to be inside the church, and if you turned away from the grisly sight you could think a little. You needed to make a plan. All you had was the small laspistol (which you spent only one hour a year to practice on that only had six shots) and… that was it. You saw that there were rioters outside the church. You needed to do something fast. Anything but staying in the open.
>Explore the church for supplies first (roll d100)
>Scavenge from the corpses, it’s closer and less dangerous, you didn’t know if anyone else was in the church.
>You can scavenge later, you needed to leave
>Write-in (does not mean doing all three above)
1 - 10 3 Degree of success
11- 25 2 Degree of success
26- 50 1 Degree of success
51 - 75 No success + She cries
75 - 90 No success + Surprise!
90- 100 No success + Surprise! + (roll 1d4 for which cultist you will debate civilly)
