Ave Imperium: Hunting trips (and other disasters)

It was about an hour before I had to leave my house to get to my group. I was sitting here at my desk staring at my notebook for the Dark Heresy Campaign. Last week's session ended somewhat abruptly and the session ended at a low point that was supposed to last about another hour. Now that it was there we couldn't just ignore it and I decided to tailor a session about the party doing some recreational hunting on a paradise world called "Quaddis", while it was dangerous enough to make for some decent encounters, it also paid a ton of money. They were pretty excited to get to it and not be in danger of running into some dimension shattering super being.

While the hunting trip had been planned out the night before, right now I was experiencing anxiety as if I forgot something, as if there was a monster that I had forgotten to plan in the encounter. Psykers are easily the most powerful class in the game, their utility is unparalleled compared to any other class. Nothing will ever be as potent as a psyker. All this offensive capability comes with a pretty heavy price as the psyker draws his power from a Hell Dimension filled with Dark Gods and Daemons. Every time he reaches into that place, he risks catching the attention of a very powerful daemon who will then possess his body using it as an anchor to force its existence in the Material Plane, the psyker then becomes what is called, Daemonhost. This being's power is apocalyptic, that isn't hyperbole, worlds die when these beings manifest. I decided to roll one up "for a rainy day" because there was a truly miniscule chance that the party psyker would become a Daemonhost, but I didn't want to be caught with my trousers down.

The party was out hunting Carnosaurs (essentially alien Tyrannosaurus) for the obscene amount of money they would get from the skin of such a mighty and hard to kill creature. Entire hunting parties of heavily armed nobles are killed occasionally when said noble gets it in his pompous head that he can claim to have hunted the apex predator in its own turf. Well the party pulled off some truly impressive rolls and tracked one down while it was napping, giving them all the time they needed to set up shop and give this thing a real ambush. Red Mordeci (the party psyker) goes off on his own to attack it from the front as Biomancers are a very powerful variant of psychic.

He rolls fantastic and hurls three bolts of psychic lightning at his prey. Though he did end up rolling Perils of the Warp (essentially a list of negative side effects from getting really unlucky) he rolls his dice to see his effect.

94

I consult the table. Daemonhost.

This became...

THIS

The slightly off and somewhat loveable Mordeci has become Azazel the Unbound. His psychic scream burned into the heads of every single person in a 9km circle. Azazel assesses his newfound position.

The situation

The Carnosaur perceives nothing particularly out of the ordinary in this situation. It doesn't even realize that this is not even close to the annoying little psyker that shot those really annoying lightning bolts at it. The Carnosaur lets loose a mighty roar that would shake the most stalwart of men and make them think twice about their actions so far. The Daemonhost is the farthest thing from man:

In a single action (approximately six seconds in the game) Azazel simply smiles and tears the King Lizard's head off by sheer force of will. The party collectively soils themselves.
Trauma the Arbitrator comes out of her hiding spot, pleading with Azazel to spare her and she'll do his bidding. Azazel laughs, letting her know he will drink her blood and feast on her soul and promptly hijacks her body commanding it to seek out her fellow party members and kill them with her club (because he thought it would be funnier).
Taking no chances Callidia the Guardsman guns down her compatriot with her heavy stubber, taking the Arbitrator's leg off at the knee and rendering her very unconscious and very dying. The Daemonhost's attention has turned to the littlest Guardsman, preparing to tear her apart and bask in the gory remains.

Taura busts out of hiding, firing her handcannon at Azazel, hoping to the God-Emperor that she pulls off some sort of miracle shot that will banish this daemon back to the pit it manifested from. No such luck (she pulled off a pretty damaging shot regardless), though she manages to distract Azazel long enough for Callidia to train her gun on the actually pretty hurt Daemonhost, however it is too late for her to save Taura as her throat is slit by a psychic blade and she collapses to the ground gurgling and begins that slow, somewhat unpleasant process of dying and then having your soul eaten by a Daemon of the Warp. Callidia opens fire doing substantial amounts of damage to the Warp Beast but in return having her internal organs psychically crushed and being brought down to exactly zero wounds.
Callidia drops to one knee panting and wincing from the vital organs that were so callously squeezed and are now bleeding. She summons her courage for one final act.

She steadies her aim.
She pulls the trigger.

Six high caliber rounds rip into the Daemonhost's flesh, shredding it's accursed and stolen body. Azazel's psychic deathscream ripples throughout Quaddis and the local priesthood scrambles to respond and contain a situation that they feared would spiral out of control. They were deathly afraid of their world becoming marked by the Inquisition and burned by the Imperial Navy to contain any infectious Chaotic Taint.

The Ecclesiarchy's soldiers and priests found the party and rescued them from death. They were reviewed by their sponsoring Inquisitor's Apprentice (known as an Interrogator) and released from custody (except Mordeci, who will go through sanctification rituals and spend time with the other penitents of the Adeptus Astra Telepathica). They were told to sit tight and wait for the psyker's replacement.

The most important thing about this session though:
I got to roll like ten to twelve dice a turn. For a brief hour or so, I was a GOD.