Tonight, for the Greater Glory of the Emperor:
Dudes Tortured/Interrogated: += 1 (My base interrogate skill is sick. It’s like 85 or so.)
Orks and Gretchin Cleansed and Purified by Fire: 23 (Flame weapons + Cleanse and Purify + Room full of Orks and Gretchin and No Exits)
Our crew is trapped on a space ship with a bunch of Orks. The Orks are fighting each other. My character’s opinion is that this is not our job to investigate. Fuck this; we’re Ordo Hereticus, not Ordo Xenos. I want to find mutants and heresy; not aliens. This is a kill-job; we’re being sent on this mission in order to get killed.
Also, I was gifted a holy, ancient crossbow. It has a name, and a history, and was made with wood from Terra. Eat that, bitches. I’m now a Cleric.