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Corvax The Throne Room: Blood pumped excitedly through Corvax's veins as he realized - almost too late - that the machine commander was trying to deceive him. As its blade passed through his parry, he thought he saw the terrible follow-through for himself, able to feel the strange xenos technology carve through his armor like it didn't exist, and deliver such exquisite pain before the blood stopped pumping to his brain and put an end to the experience, and to him. But whether it was a hallucination of his warp-addled mind or a gift of premonition from the dark god he served, Corvax nonetheless snapped back to reality, and drew back his blade just far enough to deflect the blow while it was still only a few millimeters into the ceramite plating of his power armor. He stepped back, holding his power sword out in defiant challenge. Lucretia fired a well-placed shot at the creature's torso as the battle continued. "I'll admit, machine, that I underestimated you. And I almost paid dearly for tha-" He suddenly stopped, mid-sentence, and took a wide swipe directly at the Lord's head. After another side-step, he called towards the others. "Quickly, destroy them!" Lucretia Aimed Single Shots (TN 40, due to firing into melee): 2#1d100 7 47 1d10+6E to the body, Pen 10, minimum 11. Probably doesn't do anything, but maybe wastes a future reaction for anyone else firing at him. Feint (TN 70), Called Shot to the Head (TN 90 due to size): 2#1d100 11 61 1d10+20E to the head, minimum 25. Pen 8. Giving my +10 to the next person to attack the Lord. pre: WS BS S T Ag Int Per WP Fel Inf
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Wounds: 10/18 Armour: CC Legion power Armor (10 Body, 8 Else)
Dodge: 50, Parry 100+ Corruption: 45
Legion Bolt pistol 30m S/2/– 1d10+9X Pen.4 8/8 Full Reload | Tearing
The Void Harvester Melee — 1d10+20E Pen.8 Balanced, +10WS, Devastating 3
Power Field, Terrorizer, D-Grip,
Relevant Traits/Talents
Power Armor - +1 Size w/o -10 Stealth, +20 Str (Already added in statline)
Terrorizer - User gains Fear (1) for the duration of the fight after killing an enemy.
CSM Heightened Senses (+10 to hearing/sight)
Beguiling Gem - See Tome of Excess
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Wounds: 4/4 Dodge: 50 Armour: 9 All (2 Synskin, 5 Ablative, 2 Natural)
2x Q'Sal Crystal Caster 15m S/-/– 1d10+6E Pen.5 5/5 Rld:Full.
Qualities: Razor Sharp, Crippling (6), Shocking (-20) test if absorbed/deflected
Add-Ons: Silencer, Red-Dot Sight
Relevant Traits/Talents
Ambidextrous/2WW/Gunslinger, Quick Draw, Hip Shooting. Mighty Shot (included above)
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Octuv Octuv lowers his pistol and shakes his head sadly. "Psh. I see how it is. You give them something different and do they appreciate it? Of course not. All the public wants is more, more, more of the same. But of course, the ones who sacrifice their integrity to that hunger will soon enough be branded hacks, one-hit wonders! The plight of the artist! Here, then. Have what you've been begging for this whole time, Necron!" Precognitive Strike vs 85: 35 Full Auto Burst vs 85 (50 -10 Full Auto +15 Precognitive Strike +10 Aim +10 Size +10 Short Range): 94 Full Auto Burst vs 85 Reroll: 70, 3 DoS after Unnatural Damage Pen 5: 21 20 24, Celeritous Sense makes the third hit ZH to the arm, ZH (Arm): 1, 1 level of Fatigue which is of course irrelevant on a robot, womp womp pre:Wounds: 14/14 AP: 10 Chest, 8 Rest IP: 2/6 SB: 7 TB: 8 Movement: 6/12/18/36
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Vincent Vincent smirks, satisfied, as the machine disappears in a flash. He turns in time to see Corvax narrowly avoid a killing strike from the Lord. Vincent falls into another aggressive stance and rushes to aid the Marine. Whatever else he might be, Vincent apparently still felt some measure of the old bodyguard's protective instincts for a leader. Moving to assist Corvax, Lightning Attack, and taking the +10. TN 80 (+10 size, ganging up, RT bonus): 19. 8 hits Damage, in order: 22, 19, 26, 25, 19, 23, 26, 25. Pen 8 pre:WS BS S T Ag Int Per WP Fel 60 31 70 40 50 25 30 40 30 Wounds: 15/15 IP: 3/6 Armour: All 8 Weapon Range Fire Damage Pen Ammo Clips Reload Special Good Bolter 100m S/3/- 1d10+5X 4 24/24 2 Full Tearing Relz'ulra Melee 1d10+11E 8 Power Field, Balanced, Thirsting, Piercing [Power Sword +3dmg/pen Daemon, +3dmg Crushing Blow, Str not included. +18 with STR.] Ramoran Revolver 45m S/-/- 1d10+10X 6 6/6 2 2FL Accurate, Concussive(2), Proven(3) Notable Abilities: - Adriot (WS) - Dodge +10 - Parry +20 (+30 with Balanced) - Counter Attack (free -20 attack after a parry) - Blademaster (Reroll 1 miss per round) - Crushing Blow - Step Aside (May make 2 dodge/parry attempts per round) - Auto-Senses: Dark Sight, Heightened Senses (Sight, Hearing), immune to flash/stun grenades, Called Shot as Half Action
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Magos Rho Epsilon Beta 250-50 "Rebel" I dunno if I got injured this turn. It just shows the exact same health value I had last update. Assuming I didn't get hit otherwise assume I spent an IP to heal 6. Roll is in my orokos history. Rebel is nothing if pragmatic. He cannot bring his most favored weapon to bear, therefore it must be discarded for a time. He mentally disengaged the MIU link, the cable retracting into the side of his neck. He draws his magos axe, grips it with both hands and lashes out violently. With 4 swings of the axe, he does his best to cleave the lychguard in two. With the servoarm he attempts to destroy the machine utterly, in the hopes it cannot reanimate to try to kill him again. Free Action to drop Aleph-452, half action to draw magos axe, half action to attack, reaction to hit with servo arm. WS 40 + 0 (Swift Attack) + 30 (All Out Attack) =70 for the axe WS 40 + 10 (Standard Attack)=50 for the servo arm. Add all out attack bonus if it applies. Attacks: 2#1d100 3 34 7 DoS with axe, at least 2 with the servo arm. Damage Pen 6, Pen 10: 4#2d10+9 26 24 23 DOS SWAP 22 2d10+14 28 2 ZHs from axe Zealous Hatred: 2#1d5 1 3 pre:Primary Combat Block: WS BS S T Ag Int Per WP Fel 40 40 30 30 30 50 35 40 40 Wounds: 17/18 Infamy: 1/6 Initiative: 1d10+8 Fatigue: 0 Half Move: 4 Full Move: 8 Charge: 12 Run: 24 SB: 3[5] (Power Armour) TB: 3 Armour: 13 (All) Force Field: 50 Overload: 01-05 Awareness: 40[60] (Auto-Senses/Optical Mechadendrite) Dodge: 30 Medicae: 80 Tech-Use: 80[90] (Combi-Tool) Weapons: (Currently selected weapons are in BOLD) Aleph-452 90m S/2/- 1d10+16[19] Pen: 13[26] Clip: 8/20 Rld: 2.5 Full Special: Legacy of Slaughter, Maximal, Reliable,
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Dash & Misha Dash takes aim when a horribly familiar BEEP BEEP sound along with soft, mocking laughter emits from the gun. "NO not again!" This time he's able to actually drop the gun before it emits a white hot plume of thermal energy where his arm was a moment ago. While this solves the immediate problem of not being cooked alive, it also means he's lost his only method of killing these things. He has no illusions about the multilaser doing anything, and everyone is in combat, blocking his shot. Meanwhile Misha keeps working his way to the pedestal. overheat and mega overheat Not much this turn pre:Dash WS BS S T Ag Int Per WP Fel Inf 25 50 30 40 60 35 30 35 50 66 Wounds: 11/11 InfP:3 /6 Movement: 6 Armour: 6 Toughness Bonus: 4 Dodge: 70* Parry: 25 (45 with sword) Stealth: 80 Awareness: 30 (40 on sight/sound) *Step Aside Chamcloak: +20 stealth and a further -30 to BS if remaining stationary. Conversion Field: Protection 50, Overload15 Weapon Range Fire Damage Pen Ammo Clips Reload Special Bolt Pistol 30m S/-/- 1d10+5E 4 8/8 3/3* Full Tearing, Accurate Multilaser 150m –/–/5 2d10+10E 2 45/50 2/2 2 Full Reliable Demonic Plasma 90m S/2/- 1D10+13E 13 20/20 2/2 5 Full Maximal, Overheats Best ChainSword --- --- 1d10+5R 2 --- --- --- Balanced, Tearing *stalker bolts pre:Misha WS BS S T Ag Int Per WP Fel Loy 21 43 30+10 30 36 42 34 29 24 50 Unnatural BS, INT 4 Wounds: 6/6 Movement: 3 Armour: 8 Toughness Bonus: 3 Dodge: 46* Awareness: 30 (40 on sight/sound) *Step Aside Weapon Range Fire Damage Pen Ammo Clips Reload Special Ronwayne fucked around with this message at 01:12 on Nov 3, 2017 |
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The absolute worst mistake the Necron Lord made was actually moving into engagement range of Corvax and Vincent. Had it hung back, it likely would have eventually carved up Dash while the Lychguard slowly whittled away at the other denizens of Chaos. But for a creature over 60 million years old it grew impatient; maybe after the millennia of sleep it longed to fight once more. Maybe something had gone faulty with it and it thought it stood a better chance that it did. Ultimately the reason why it chose to engage the heretics in melee is moot; once it got within range of Vincent and the swardsman's prowess, it crumbled under the assault of the Khornate. Whereas the Lord was prepared for the fine dance of blades a duel with Corvax would have provided, it had no defense against the sheer ferocity of a Khornate denied skulls and blood by a robotic opponent. Unlike the other Necron that teleported away after suffering severe damage, the Lord rattled in place for a second, as if some unseen force had grabbed it and was jiggling the Necron. After a brief moment of this stuttering, the Lord imploded upon himself, disappearing in a sudden collapse of Necrodermis. Upon the Lord's demise, the Lychguard still in combat all shut down, the icy blue fading from their eyes and bodies. the Praetorian, now free of his harasser, quickly rushes up the the throne dais in the middle of the platform, and unclasped some spherical object from its waist. It removed a similar looking sphere from the top of the throne, and replaced it with the one he brought with. Immediately the Lychguard began to stir, but the blue glow was replaced with the more standard green everyone was used to. Just as quickly everyone was back on the surface, Vincent once again heaving from the sudden shock of the Necron method of teleportation. Draven stands in the middle of the room. Next to him is the Lord that sent you on your journey, and between the two of them is a man no one recognizes. The Man is completely naked and staring straight ahead. The Necron Lord steps forward. "You have completed the bargain, as requested. Pursuant to Necron custom, I am required to honor my end of it." The Lord motions to the naked man. "While you were in the tomb complex, I took the liberty of contacting your vessel and inquiring as to the remains you wished reanimated. I was provided the genetic sample, gave it to one of my Crypteks, and he managed to recreate your simple genetic structure." So the naked man is a clone of the heir to the Desche warrant. The Necron Lord turns back to Draeven. "To you, know I am also bound by custom of the Necron to uphold my part of the bargain. Through your associates here this planet has been reclaimed by the rightful dynasty. Know that when you are ready to invade this Calixis sector you desire, the entire forces of this Tomb world will be at your disposal." With that, the Necron Lord disappears in a flash of light.  Draeven himself speaks. "There, your mission is complete. After some education, this husk can be used by you to secure your claim on the warrant from the legitimate heir. Know that you come to a turning point. Knowing Aethun, he will not let you keep your prize. After you secure the warrant claim, he will desire that this puppet be handed over to him. Since he still has the certificate representing the warrant you have stored on Scintilla, to give him the clone of this warrant heir will cement his control over your ship." Draeven moves closer to the group and whispers, as if the husk might overhear, and comprehend, what is being said. "There might be another way. Once you have legitimized the claim on the warrant, you and your warrant holder could secure the warrant. Then you would be in command of your vessel, and for all intents and purposes be legitimate warrant holders. But Aethun will use his full resources against you. You would do best to have the backing of one or more of us other princes before that." Draeven stands up tall, his whispering done. "i thank you for your assistance here, but I recognize that this action did more to serve you than me. If you want to prove your true usefulness to me, I have another task for you. Or you could check with Jayden, the Great Master, or even Aethun." The Daemon Prince of Khorne motions with his hand to the clone. Okay, so that adventure is done. everyone gets 1500 exp and 8 infamy. No real corruption since you basically just merced a necron lord and didn't do anything corrupt-y. You are also finally starting to get to the point in the campaign where you have met all four lords at play, and have done jobs for each of them. You are now a little more free form in how you wish to proceed. You can: 1. Go to Aethun: If you do so, he will likely work his way into your little meat puppet and secure him for himself. This will likely prevent you from ever having a realistic chance to secure the warrant yourselves, but you will be throwing your lot in with Aethun. 2. Go do some additional work for Draeven, Jayden, or the Great Master. Each of them need further proof of your loyalty before they'd go out on a limb and protect you. They see you as barely a useful tool. Prove you are more than that. 3. Go to scintilla, and get the claim on the warrant secured once and for all. This will allow you to travel around the Calaxis sector freely again. This will lead to one of three sub-options: 3.a: If you have cemented your relationship with Aethun as discussed above, this will lock in the Sovereign and the Deche warrant as his. 3.b: If you have secured a relationship with one of the other princes you can claim the warrant for yourself. Whichever prince you have thrown in with will help shield you from Aethun's worst attempts. 3.c: try and go it alone. You can try and clear the title and claim the warrant now. Without the backing of one of the other princes, Aethun will use the full weight of his infiltrators in the Calaxis sector to bring you ruin. However, you would not be beholden to anyone...
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Octuv As soon as they find themselves back on the surface, Octuv sags, exhales heavily and releases his vice-grip on the Warp. It was no longer necessary now that they weren't trapped in a psy-dampening tomb. The internal glow of the Blue Fire sputters out. For a moment, Octuv is actually quiet except for the tick-tick-tick of his cooling bolter barrels and the snaps of psychic lightning grounding itself out. Then he breathes in and laughs, long and loud. "Ah ha ha, what a gift! To face an audience so unappreciative of the joys of sound and sensation, and to make them kneel before it anyway! Those Necrons really build themselves to last, eh? And oh, what have we here?" He lurches over to the clone and leans forward, pulling off his helmet so he can stare directly into its eyes, bloodshot-to-blank. His sharpened grin is even more disquieting than usual. "Oh, the fun we could have with this brainless little moppet! I want to keep him! Now, I don't particularly care which of the three princes we side with, if we choose a side at all, but frankly I cast my vote against Aethun. I have no patience for perpetual schemers; at least with Draven here we know precisely where we stand." Addiction vs 77: 26 Picking up Unnatural Healing, Regeneration, my second Agility advance, and Acrobatics +10, banking the leftovers. Dachshundofdoom fucked around with this message at 04:53 on Nov 8, 2017 |
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Magos Rho Epsilon Beta 250-50 "Rebel" "In the interest of full disclosure I think it is important for you, my current employer, to know a bit of my work history over the past ten millennia." Rebels says hefting his Plasma Gun in his hand as he steps to the front of the group and focuses on Corvax. He's made a particular point to stay out of easy reach of the space marine and to be ready for anything. "I, like you, am one of many. During the Great Crusade I was a Sparatoi and I did whatever needed to be done to further the XXth Legion's aim. It was an honorable aim, a worthwhile aim despite the means employed. One that I still serve today as a freelancer and as one of the few surviving members of my cell. What has up to this point been an alliance of convenience needs to be renegotiated. Aethun is Alpha Legion, you are Alpha Legion, I serve the Alpha Legion. No discussion on our course should be required unless Aethun has lost sight of our goals. Of course, if you have a better way to carry them out I'm all ears. I don't trust daemons to care about mortal matters in the least." Viva Miriya fucked around with this message at 06:21 on Nov 10, 2017 |
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Corvax Back on the Surface: "Lost sight..." The fingers of Corvax's ceramite gauntlets tapped nervously against one of the lengths of chain that covered his waist. "Do you believe the lot of us still have any one goal in mind? Aethun doesn't speak with the Primarchs' voice, any more than I do. Don't let yourself be shackled because of the scales we wear. I tell you this - I plan to take this man-creature, and this ship, and pillage the Calixis on my own terms. Our own terms." Picked up Step Aside, and Swift Attack. Saving a bunch.
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Vincent Vincent breathes heavily for a few moments, shuddering slightly as the bloodlust and adrenaline drain from his body. He lifts his blade and twists it this way and that, examining the edge. "I am always a little surprised the blade doesn't warp after striking so much metal. The old practice blades I used would need to be reshaped every few days." he muses, before returning the daemonic blade to it's place on his hip. On the Surface "Perhaps we should see what Draeven and the others want us to do for them before deciding to return to Aethun. We know we lose any autonomy we may wish to have after we do so, but one of the other..."patrons" might offer us a better deal - or a looser collar we might slip from." Vincent says, "Draeven is here already, let's see what he has for us. We need not take whatever mission he has in mind, but we could explore our options." He finishes with a lazy wave of his hand in the direction of the hulking Daemon Prince. Purchasing Command +10 and Preternatural Speed Olanphonia fucked around with this message at 15:45 on Nov 11, 2017 |
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Dash & Co. Dash cackles and then exhales a huge sigh of relief. "That could've gone very badly." He looks over at Corvax. "Well, worse I mean." Misha lowers his power armor visor. "That was quite the adventure. Apologies for not being able to assist more. The wretched gravity room saw fit to ruin my primary weapon." Misha's eyes glitter as he looks around the room. "I have some business to attend to here, but when I am done, I wish to travel with you if you would have me. There's an entire galaxy to pillage, after all." Later... "I'm also for hearing what the other offers are, but I am very down with pillaging. We haven't actually pillaged a world yet since we've been in deep cover the entire time. Now that we have this ah, inheritor here, we can have the full force of the warrant behind us, but I'm partial to having the backing of one of the princes before doing so." Dash pauses for a moment. "Who's responsible for teaching this guy how to behave like a normal human? We may have to drag him out in public or meetings on occasion?" Bought target selection, banking the rest for now. Does Misha have time to swap some Necron artifact(s) that are lying around, and would this upset Draven or the allied necron lord? I assume he can get his melta fixed on the surface correct? Ronwayne fucked around with this message at 08:06 on Nov 14, 2017 |
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As the Command Crew was currently on the Pillars of Eternity as was Draeven, they decided to ask him what he would ask of the group next. The Khornate Daemon Price seems more than happy enough to oblige. "Before I was exiled to that artefact you freed me from, I was in command of the largest army in the Screaming Vortex. Composed of followers of Chaos of all the gods, and various xenos. Without my vision and leadership, that army has scattered. Both myself and my agents, like you, have been working to help me retain that army. Now that I have secured this alliance with the Necron I must build the army that will be under my command." Draeven stalks closer to the group his tone changing from grandiose to a more instructional tone. "I will be leaving here shortly to do some recruitment and to retain some of my loyal soldiers who likely do not know of my return. For you, I have a more difficult goal, but one suited to your varied skill set. In the Screaming Vortex is the Velaj system. This system has two worlds orbiting it; Asphodel and Berin. Asphodel is a world covered in swamps not too different from Catachan with poisonous Flora and deadly fauna. This world is also home to a large population of the cannibalistic Xenos Species known as the Kroot. These Kroot are primitive, using mostly poisoned arrows and flintlock pistols, though they are masters at ambush fighting and surprise lightning attacks; their primitive weapons slowly bringing down even astartes unable to locate the source of the blows to fight back." The other world is Berin. This is a dusty dry desert world inhabited by greenskins. The these greenskins are also relatively primitive, using mostly choppas and rudimentary explosives. However, these orks have shown evidence of Chaos Corruption. Large bands of 'Bloodboyz' have formed, wielding two choppas and collecting blood and skulls for their blood god, having abandoned the Ork gods." Draeven continues on with his educational tone."Every few years these twin worlds become close in what is called a 'conjunction'. during this time the Orks and Kroot use rokkit ships and space-faring creatures, respectively to invade the other world. The next conjunction is a few months away. Either of these xenos forces would make a great addition to my army, but I fear neither will be willing to join me en masse while the other lives. I want you to travel to these worlds. Assess which of the species will more easily serve me. Then aid that species in invading their rival and stomping them out once and for all. With their eternal foes eliminated, the victor should be much easier to persuade. Time is of the essence, as if this cannot be achieved by this coming conjunction there will be years until the next one, and our shot to invade the Calaxsis sector will be past." Draeven pauses for questions. Later... The Sovereign's astropaths had sent messages to the Great Master and Jayden. Their replies are more brief, a formal meeting would be required for additional details. The Great Master's message reads, "I have a supply ship that was providing me some diseases and toxins that I have lost contact with near a space hulk. The cargo on this vessel must be retrieved quickly. If it is not retrieved before the hulk returns back to the warp, it will likely drag this supply ship with it. These toxins and diseases are very rare, and will be hard to re-acquire. Expect to face the servants of Nurgle, as they were very potent. " Jayden's response simply states, "i have something I would like stolen from a rival Pirate Prince's stronghold in the Helix. I have learned some other rivals of his plan to attack the stronghold soon. I fear this item I require will be lost in the fighting. Please retrieve it for little old me before that happens. This item will assist me in acquiring a larger navy, I assure you." It sounds each of the three Princes have requests, and each of them is time sensitive. You likely will only be able to complete one of the requests while the other opportunities expire.
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Magos Rho Epsilon Beta 250-50 "Rebel" On the Surface "We could use the resupply so I support your short-term objectives. But if all you aspire to be is a common vagabond then we will have to part ways sooner rather than later. For now, I am content to follow." Back on the ship. "Out of all 3, I would prefer to assist the khornate. He can have his invasion force and cause chaos within the Calixis Sector. Frees us to move freely and raid more sensitive areas for lore, gear, and simple riches whilst the rest of the sector burns. I still do not wish to tie ourselves to him but it may be unavoidable after a certain point."
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Octuv "I'm up for Jayden's little heist, actually. Without silence, there is no noise, after all. Never steep yourself in something for so long that you forget to taste the opposite once in while."
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With the job on the Pillars of Eternity complete, the crew once again take off in the Sovereign, making their way towards the Ragged Helix. They have the information from Draeven, but much of the command crew voiced an interest in pursuing another mission for the hermaphroditic Prince/ss of Pleasure. The Sorcerers acting as an unsanctioned Astropath Choir send a message to Jayden that the Sovereign was on their way to meet with him. The Pirate Prince quickly responds with the following message: "While I'd love to see you lot and catch up, my request is sort of urgent timewise. One of my rivals, Captain Oberus Musing, has had in his possession a piece of archeotech that I have coveted for a very long time, and despite all my insistence, he has refused to be reasonable in its sale. The Archeotech is called a Ultra-wide Magneo-spectrum transceiver and i need it as part of my larger goals. Now I'm rather patient for a Slaaneshi, but I'm working up against a couple clocks here. First, we have this whole impending attack on the Calixis sector that we are all preparing for. I have also found out that a consortium of less friendly Pirates in the Helix are planning to use Musing's Battle of the Bands he holds every five years as cover to attack his stronghold. Every five years Musing holds this battle. It is basically a glorified combat tournament set to a gaudy and tasteless soundtrack, but with a focus on creativity of the combatants and variety in the fights. Instead of battling to the death, matches are instead set to point limits, and the first team to reach the point limit wins the round. Points are typically awarded for things such as parries, dodges, counter-attacks, using multiple different weapon types, and you can even start rounds with extra points by accepting handicaps at the beginning, like having an arm tied behind your back, not wearing armor, etc. Anyway, the tournament is beginning now, and this group of spoilsports that plan to attack are going to do so during the party after the tournament. Now I know what you are thinking; 'why not just join the attack and steal the archeotech during the attack?' Well Musing is a paranoid bastard, and his entire vault full of his most priceless treasures is essentially a giant dormant melta fusion reactor, and linked to his security systems. If he were to ever die, or his estate were to be attacked, everything in the vault would be reduced to its constituent molecules. I bet you're also wondering, 'why not help save him and give yourself more time to steal the archeotech?' Well Musing is a pain in the rear end, and he's such a bore when compared to the other Pirate Princes, so I actually do want him dead. So much so my flag ship will be joining the attack. I like to have my cake and eat it to. So I am asking you to try and enter his estate and steal the archeotech. Since Musing is throwing the tournament, you could easily get in by joining the estate, but that'll only get you access to the public areas. From there you'd need to lie, cheat, sneak, hack, or slash your way to his vault without triggering the alarm, and before the invasion fleet comes. If you have questions try and astropath them back to me, but I might not be able to answer them before I prepare to join the war party." Between game thread and OOC thread there seems to be a majority asking for jayden/a less combat focused mission, so working with Jayden it is. If you have questions Jayden can try to answer them. Otherwise discuss how you'd like to go about this. this will certainly be a more infiltration and bluffing based mission, though you could opt to curry favor by joining and winning the tournament. Or split your efforts.
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Dash & Co. Dash shrugs. "So how are we going to do this, split up and one part try for their little talent show, or everyone goes sneaking?"
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Corvax Back on the Sovereign: "While I don't mind a bit of subterfuge, the tournament itself does have some appeal." The legionnaire, sitting on the bridge's command throne, leaned forward and considered each member of the primary staff. His thoughts were occupied with ways to finally purge the ship of Aethun loyalists once they had Jayden's protection. "At least one of us should join. Just to give us a reason to be there. I wonder what the actual prize is."
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Octuv "Oh, I'd be happy to give them a show they'll never forget. It's up to the rest of you whether you want to join me or go skulking after that Ultra-whatever our employer seeks." A Slaaneshi tournament with handicap matches is octuv.txt, you know that's where I wanna be
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Vincent Vincent leans forward in his seat, "I'm not really suited for infiltration and honestly my fighting style has always focused on putting my blade into a heart as quickly as possible." He glances over at Octuv and says, "I'd be happy to join you in the arena, but perhaps I could assist in another way? I might be able to rule the audience into a full on riot with some carefully planned murders and planted evidence. Might make the infiltration team's job easier if the final stage of their plan has the distraction of a bloodbath to distract the guards." I'd be happy to go with Octuv or do this weird plan I thought of right before I fell asleep last night. Olanphonia fucked around with this message at 14:04 on Dec 17, 2017 |
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Magos Rho Epsilon Beta 250-50 "Rebel" "I'll subvert any security measures on our way to the vault and I can handle the archeotech once we arrive on site. I'll leave that wasteful tournament to you lot."
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Dash "I'm honestly torn, while strutting about on stage has its appeal, I'm pretty sure I'm the sneakiest one here, and, let's ignore my allegiances for a moment when I state this: when the command of an entire ship is at stake, business before pleasure." He pauses. "Not sure if the Help should go with me or you. While I'd usually never object to another power suit between me and trouble, this might not be the best mission for them."
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The command squad seems to have made up their mind. The two Astartes, Corvax and Octuv would join the tournament. If what they were told was true, if they manage to win the tournament, they would be invited onto the estate proper; giving the group access to the vault. In the meantime, Vincent, Rebel, and Dash will enter the arena as spectators. The arena will be locked down and guarded to prevent guests from getting to where they are not allowed, but they might prove to have some ingenuity. Or worst case, once the Astartes win the tournament, they will get invited into the main estate. In a few short hours the Sovereign exits from warp space to the estate of Oberus Musing. A large Hades-Class Heavy Cruiser is moored over the estate, which consists of seven asteroids connected by chains and walkways. A large asteroid with a huge citadel is in the middle of the small cluster, above which the Heavy Cruiser is moored. Then surrounding the central asteroid are six others. Each of them are connected to each other and the central asteroid like the spokes of a wheel. Five of the asteroids seem non-distinct, with no structure save a tower here or there jutting from their surfaces. The sixth one, however, has a giant dome under which an arena can be seen. Besides the Hades-Class about two dozen other ships dot the surrounding space. About a dozen of them share the same paint scheme as the Heavy Cruiser, it is likely this is Musing's Private Pirate fleet. The other dozen or so ships are of various classes and construction, with Chaos, Imperial, and even a few eldar craft among the group. A squadron of Hell Talon Fighter Bombers on patrol fly up to the Sovereign asking the ship to remain stationary and to state its purpose. Upon replying that the ship was there to observe and participate, the squadron directs that the Sovereign is to maintain current distance and orbit and anyone wishing to come down must depart in a lander and be escorted by fighters. Feeling the request reasonable, the Command Staff leave whichever of the bridge crew that they trust in charge (Likely Vice-Captain Olivia) and head down to the asteroid with the large dome via escorted lander. Once there the lander is docked in a large shuttle bay on the bottom side of the asteroid, again with all manner of landing craft in it. Guards quickly escort the group up to the main entrance to the arena. The guards are reasonably armed and armored, each in Carapace armor with bolters, plasma pistols, and power knives, and with a bearing that says more "professional solider" than it does "murderous chaos pirate." The group is directed to two lines, "Spectators on the left, participants on the right." The group of humans, plus whatever minions accompany them, make their way through the left line. Once they reach the ticket counter, they each pay the sum for admittance, and each of them are told to surrender their weapons. each one is presented with an arms coffer with its own number and key, the ticket booth staff indicate the weapons will be greatly cared for, only their key can get in, and the boxes are hexagram sealed to placate any daemon weapons you might have. On the right hand line, Octuv and Corvax make it through much quicker, as the line is shorter, and they are presented with a document entitled "Rules of the Battle of the Bands": pre:Each round will be fought until one team reaches a pre-determined score. Points are earned as follows: One Point Each: -Calling a shot for the audience and causing damage with that shot. (called shot) -dodging or parrying an attack. Does not matter if you dodge multiple blows, or if some land. -Wounding with a successful counter attack. -A trip, knocking prone, disarm, or stun. Two points each: -a Successful feint followed up with a wounding attack. -a crippling strike (weapon special quality), inflicting toxic damage, or inflicting some hallucination on an opponent. -Lighting an opponent on fire. Only one time per match per team. We've had too many participants in the past use a flamer on an opposing team and get all their points at once. Three points: -removal of a limb -blood loss -scoring a Zealous Hatred result. (you only get this three points. if the ZH causes a stun or other effect that gets points, you only get these three.) As you can see, there are no points earned for killing your opponent! If you want to be rewarded for killing someone, go to some Khorne Arena. If you kill all your opponents before reaching the minimum points for the match, then you lost too! Typically you'll be killed by some insidious trap in the arena, or one (or more) of Musing's daemon engines will be released. Also, before each match, certain handicaps will be offered to the teams. By accepting the handicap, they will be granted points right away. The handicaps change from match to match, and must be accepted before the match, and everyone on the team must agree. Lastly, Captain Musing has final and absolute say on any interpretations of the rules. Okay, human team, let me know if any of you refuse to turn in weapons or want to try and sneak some through. Refusal means no entry, you might want to join the arena duo. Sleight of Hand check opposed by guard awareness or scrutiny to get something in. Since they removed compact from the list of upgrades, I'll give +20 on any sleight of hand tests to smuggle in a pistol or knife sized blade. Heavy weapons are out of the question, and basic weapons will be at a +0. Once you are in, you can head up to watch, or give me an idea of what actions you are going to try and take. Based on your view from the outside, there is a tunnel bridge that will take you to the central estate, or one on each side taking you to neighboring asteroids. Fight team: you have a chance to try and meet other contestants, gather intel, and even see if there is a way to sneak out of the staging area. Once I have an idea of what everyone is doing, you'll get an update.
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Magos Rho Epsilon Beta 250-50 "Rebel" "gently caress that poo poo." Rebel says as he switches lines and cuts in front of a Terminator. Tech priest doesn't want to give up HIS GUNS!!! Viva Miriya fucked around with this message at 18:39 on Dec 29, 2017 |
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Octuv "Ah, I knew at least one of you wouldn't be able to resist the siren song of mass murder. Welcome to the team, Rebel!" Once he arrives in the pre-match area, Octuv scans the crowd, shrugs, and then turns his senses up to eleven before wandering through the room, listening for interesting snatches of conversation and looking for any obvious ways to sneak out. And of course, he was sorting through thousands of possible futures to find the best route. Not that he was planning to bolt for the vault without fighting in at least one match, but it paid to keep your options open. Casting Celeritous Sense Unfettered, then Glimpse at Fettered, and then rolling Awareness to listen for anything interesting being discussed by the other groups and to look for any potential ways to sneak out. Celeritous Sense TN 90 (62 +0 Difficulty +25 Unfettered +10 Psychic Focus +5 Psychic Hood): 62 Glimpse (Fettered) vs 90 (40 +0 Difficulty +25 Celeritous Sense +15 Fettered +10 Psychic Focus +5 Psychic Hood): 87 Awareness vs 100 (40 +25 Celeritous Sense +15 Glimpse +10 Heightened Senses (All) + 10 Auto-Senses): 65 Dachshundofdoom fucked around with this message at 03:09 on Jan 13, 2018 |
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Vincent Vincent hesitated for a moment as the guard requested his weapon. Some part of him, the part that raged for blood and death and slaughter, longed to draw his sword and gut the mewling coward before him. It was harder than it had ever been to resist that urge, and that realization coupled with his understanding of why weapons were not allowed in the stadium, helped him breathe a sigh and surrender his weapons. As he dropped the daemon sword into the warded box, he could almost sense the insane rage of the trapped daemon in the blade as it knew it was being sealed away. Once inside, Vincent makes his was to the upper stands, hoping to find a good vantage point to see the entirety of the stadium. He examines the layout, looking for chokepoints and possibilities for disruption. Afterwords, if the group continues onward to another location, he follows and reports what he's found. pre:WS BS S T Ag Int Per WP Fel 60 31 70 40 50 25 30 40 30 Wounds: 15/15 IP: 7/7 Armour: All 8 Notable Abilities: Awareness Common Lore (Adeptus Arbites, War) Command +10 Interrogation Intimidate +10
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Dash Dash wasn't the best at smuggling things. And neither were the minions as far as he knew. He reluctantly hands over the handgun and demonic plasma rifle. Getting caught here would end the mission before it even got started. He joins Vincent in scoping out the place. Once they're out of earshot of the guards he mumbles. "At least we can get you a shank or something, I need to get something that goes bang..." Ronwayne fucked around with this message at 07:47 on Jan 14, 2018 |
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Corvax Musing's Estate, Tournament Grounds: "Unfortunate that not everyone could join..." Looking up from the document to see his innovative, if not particularly -artful- Dark Mechanicus ally elbowing his way into the line, Corvax raised an eyebrow, but quickly returned to digesting the rules of the tournament and signing off on it. Musing's Estate, Staging Area: The marine began inspecting his weapon carefully, but his constant maintenance on the Void Harvester made such checks a formality at best, and he spent most of his time regarding the other contestants. "Three points for removal of a limb. None for granting death. The rules of this contest seem to incentivize a very particular goal. Cruel, and interesting."
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Spectators Once through the check-in Vincent and Dash find themselves in a large concessions area. There are quite a few lounge areas with large chairs, couches and tables, with pict screens hanging from the ceiling broadcasting the action in the arena. meandering around the area are a number of slaves carrying drink trays. Or at least you think they are slaves, given the fact that they are completely naked, wearing electroshock collars, and the other guests are taking liberties with them paid servants typically would not allow, even for a large tip. The concessions area does contain a walk up bar, behind which is a door leading to the back area. On another side of the concessions area is another door that the slaves and their drink trays keep coming and going from. There also appears to be a public restroom as well. The doors are not guarded, but one is behind a bar, and guards are milling about the area, keeping the peace among the patrons and keeping the slaves marginally safe. Upon exiting the concession area and ascending a ramp, the duo find themselves within the arena proper. The arena is rather unremarkable at first glance. Constructed much in the way that arenas have been constructed since pre-history, the stands surround the arena at an angle. Opposite the ramp up to the arena sits a large structure whose front face is open to show a multi-tiered box from where the two assume Musing is watching. The arena floor itself is rather interesting. The entire thing is surrounded in a shimmering field likely lifted from a Titan, presumably to protect the spectators from stray shots. The arena proper seems to be made up of various meter large movable cubes. The duo watch as the cover being used by two humans suddenly lowers down flat with the ground, allowing their opponent, a large Khorne Berserker, to charge them and pulp them. A cheer is heard from the crowd. The Berserker looks up to a scoreboard above the executive box, showing a flashing 8. A voice comes over the loudspeaker, the sing song cadence of a decadent fop reverberates in the arena, "I'm so sorry, but you needed to score a minimum of 10 to win this round. You were a bit too quick on the bloodshed my Crimson friend." Before the Khornate can react, a box forms around him from the meter large squares that make up the arena floor, and slowly begin to close in around him. It takes a full 5 minutes for the Khornate to finally die. "Ladies and gentlemen, we are going to take a short break while we get our next contenders set up. Please feel free to get some refreshment!" Participants: Rebel follows the two marines into the pit below the arena. A general sweep shows a large number of guards, and about three doors leading out, each with two guards each. As Octuv reaches into the warp and looks around. He focuses on the Dark Eldar, and studies the troup closely. They appear to be well armed, and a rather mixed group consisting of Wyches, some kabalite warriors, and a few of the abominations that the Eldar are so keen on making. He glimpses one of the warriors point to Corvax and whisper to his peers. When Octuv clues Corvax in, he immediately recognizes the kabal markings: these were the same Kabal of Dark Eldar that attacked the Mechanicus outpost on Phyrr when the warband happened to be there. Last time the warband killed a haemonculus, but not before it killed (temporarily) their former comrade Hashim. Octuv also notices a few other groups, but the only other one that seems to interest him is a group of human heretics wearing breathing apparatus of some sort. They're all cleaning their weapons while listening to a large plague marine in terminator armor. Octuv doesn't need to be actively scrying to sense the warp presence coming from that Plague Marine, he is clearly a sorcerer of Nurgle. A servator comes up to the group while Octuv is looking around. "Hello. Our next match will be beginning shortly. You have been selected to fight up against Bulbonae's warpack," the servitor points to the Nurgle Sorcerer's group. "You will be fighting to a 15 point limit. Each of your groups contains a Psyker. I have been authorized to offer you each the following multiplyer: you may choose to be outfitted with a piece of archeotech that will cause the warp to sunder around you, causing amusing warp anomalies. If you choose to do so, you will be granted 4 points. I cannot tell you if Bulbonae has also accepted." Okay, so look around, try to lie your way past guards, etc. Dachshund, your group can gain 4 points off the bat if you agree to wear a device that causes you to roll psychic phenomena every time you use a psyker power, no matter the power level. If your roll would have triggered phenomena, then you instead roll on the perils table. Talents like Favored of the warp and warplock still work.
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Octuv "I shall wear your device, and happily. Handicaps are the spice of battle. And I assume that walking in with my powers already burning would go against the spirit of the rules and the fun of the game?" Without waiting for an answer, Octuv extinguishes his connection to the Warp and drops his senses down to normal levels. Normal for an Astartes with the Mark of Slaanesh, anyway.
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Vincent "Dash, how would you feel about seeing what's behind the door the slaves are coming from? Perhaps they have a means to access other areas with fewer guards around. I can provide a distraction."
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Magos Rho Epsilon Beta 250-50 "Rebel" "I'm gonna have trouble not killing these dark eldar outright. That said if you can help me pin one of them with the servo arm, we can hold them in place and you can do whatever the gently caress gets us points. Slaaneshi sickfucks; I'd rather just kill them all and be done with it. I'll get a feel for the security." Viva Miriya fucked around with this message at 01:50 on Jan 30, 2018 |
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Dash "We can give that a try, certainly. Do we split up after that, I try to recon the area in depth before returning, or how are we managing this once I get the information?" Ronwayne fucked around with this message at 20:48 on Jan 28, 2018 |
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Corvax Musing's Estate, Tournament Grounds: "I wouldn't walk in with my eyes closed - unless I got points for it, of course. But this device would likely spawn anomalies from such powers, I take it? Best not to start the fight against the Immaterium before we even start." The Plague Marine would be an interesting opponent. His pack of baseline humans would fall quickly, of course, but the legendary resilience of the Plaguefather's followers, assisted by his sorceries would offer both a challenge -and- an opportunity. "I partnered with a similarly inclined Sorcerer, for a short time. His major strengths, aside from resilience, are wasted on a two-man team. Especially if we keep our helmets on. Once the humans die, however, I suspect we may be able to rack up the scorecard, as it were. He's going to take quite a bit of punishment."
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Vincent "Perhaps we use this as an opportunity to scope out both the inner workings of the base and the areas within which we are supposed to keep. We can meet in the stands after we search and compare notes. I don't think vox will be a great idea, since I expect Musing to be attempting to listen in on any broadcasts." Vincent snags a drink from one of the passing slaves. "I'll start a distraction and you go ahead and go into one of those back doors." I think I'm gonna purposefully bump into on of the waiter-slaves, grab them, and then throw them bodily over the bar. Preferably into the guard by the door and yell some stuff about watching where they're going. I can fluff it out after you let me know what to roll. Hoping to use athletics and command to command attention.
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Dash "Okay, here's we go...." Dash tries to spot which back door looks like it'll be the least guarded when Vincent pulls his little stunt and hopes he doesn't get caught unarmed by hostile security forces alone and outnumbered.
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Distraction While waiting for the next fight to come on, Dash and Vincent decide to do their best to sneak Dash behind scenes. There are two doors that they can see, one of which is behind the bar, and the other which is at the other end of the concession area where all the slaves with food and drink trays are coming out of. The two decide the later door would be the easier of the two to get in, and devise a plan. Vincent would wait for a slave to come out and then bump into the slave. Then when the slave doesn't grovel sufficiently enough, Vincent will start to get a little rough with the slave, hopefully drawing some attention. The first part of the plan goes off without a hitch. The slaves are coming and going so much, it doesn't take Vincent long to bump into one. A tray of foul smelling seafood goes everywhere, including on Vincent. Vincent starts to yell and and punch the poor slave, but he doesn't get the reaction he hoped for. Instead of the guards coming to run and save the slave, they just stood place, while one even chuckled. It takes a second for it to dawn on the Khornate that these are slaves here specifically for the guests to use and abuse, as is evident by the other actions occurring around him with the slaves. So getting a little creative, the former bodyguard turns to some fat gently caress near by laughing at the scene and yells, What is so funny short round!?" before lunging on him. Apparently guest on guest violence is frowned upon, and the guards by the door, being the closest, spring to action. As soon as they do Dash slips behind the door. He finds himself face to face with a slave, and sees behind him a large kitchen and prep area. Dash quickly shoves the slave and makes his way off from the kitchen and finds himself in maintenance tunnels behind the stands. After a little bit of looking, Dash stumbles upon a door, with the sound of the roaring crowd behind it. He opens the door, and finds himself at the bottom row of stands behind a secret door. Secret might be too strong of a word. The door is actually on the face of a small decorative column, likely for use by staff when cleaning the arena. Dash exits the door and remembers where it is, and then goes back to get Vincent, so they can go behind scenes together. Distraction While some stealthy hi jinks ensued, the arena crew find themselves ushered by the various attendants and guards to a near-by lift, while the Plague Sorcerer and six of his men are led toward a lift on the other end. Each team stands on their lift, which quickly ascends into the arena floor. At first the arena is just a small sea of what appears to be meter square tiles, but quickly many of the tiles sprout up. Some of them raise into half meter high waist walls, while a few ascend to nearly ten meter high pillars. with a large one in the middle. An announcer is heard, "Ladies, gentlemen, and combinations of genders of all types, today we have for you quite a treat. We have returning contestant Bubonae, with half a dozen of his Messia Tox Snipers! He's ranked in the top three the last few tournaments, but will he finally get first place? And joining Bulbonae in the ring are new contestants, but not unknowns. They are from the ship The Abominable Sovereign, which has gained quite the reputation in and around the Vortex for their exploits, most recently defeating a Necron lord on the Pillars of Eternity. Lets see if they have what it takes." The score board shows each team has four points, so that means Bulbonae is also wearing the phenomena device.  Okay, doing things a little differently here on the back end. Actually using roll 20 to make the map, as well as to make sheets for my NPCs. It meant more work upfront (and my delay) but will hopefully make posts later quicker. White are waist high cover, yellow are 10 meter tall an block line of sight. so none of you have LoS on Bulbonae, but you do on his six snipers. Post ini and actions. Score: Bulbonae: 4/15 Sovereign crew: 4/15 Ini: Bulbonae and crew:6
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Octuv Octuv bites down on his vial of Blue Fire and immediately growls in irritation. Those cheating Port Wander bastards had mixed in a diluted vial. Someone was going to pay for this someday. In the meantime, he had to seize the moment and squeeze all the power out of this that he could... And instead he receives a mild electric shock and nothing else. This had seemed like a much better idea a few minutes ago, but at least Bubonae was similarly crippled. With a start this inauspicious, Octuv decides he'd be better off not using his powers at all unless he had to. It had really been too long since he'd challenged himself this way, anyway. Now, what could cheer him up at a time like this? Why, points, of course! Octuv whips his grenade launcher off his back and centers it on the sniper position. He raises his bolter hand to the crowd and turns his vox-caster up to max volume. "IF YOU KNOW HOW THIS SONG GOES, SING ALONG WITH ME!" He and his weapon roar "*THWUMP*" in unison, a beautiful duet, and then Octuv is cloaked in a cloud of smoke from the launcher's hideously inefficient propellant. Of course, that was a feature when you had preysense in your helmet, and surprise surprise, he did. Now the only question was, did they? Initiative: 2#1d10+5 9 Blue Fire Rounds and WP Test vs 52: 1 72, +1 Corruption and a whole 1 round of effectiveness, pfft. Celeritous Sense (Unfettered) vs 90 (62 +25 PR +10 Psy-Focus +5 Psychic Hood): 71, alright, now what's my phenomena-- Psychic Phenomena: 99 86 it's happening Perils of the Warp: 45, Psychic Mirror, I take 1d10+5E damage ignoring armor instead of the regular effects of the power. Meh. I was hoping for 100 meter mass possession, that'd be one loving hell of a distraction when half the crowd goes daemonhost. Psychic Mirror Damage: 9, reduced to 4 by Toughness and my Rapturous Standard Infamy Point Heal: 4, well, this was a productive set of rolls Grenade Launcher vs 80 (50 +10 Standard Attack +10 Short Range +10 RDLS): 45, Concussive Grenade aimed dead center to hit all three snipers on my side. I'm in a 1m Smoke cloud until the end of my next turn. anyway that's another Octuv turn done I guess And without Celeritous Sense, my new Precog Dodge brackets are (60/70/85), but I will not use it unless the weapon being fired at me has a solid chance of one-shotting me, at your discretion. In those cases, Push away! Otherwise, I'll take my coinflip Dodge chances. pre:Wounds: 14/14 AP: 10 Chest, 8 Rest IP: 5/6 SB: 7 TB: 8 Movement: 6/12/18/36 Force Field: 45 (1-5 Overload) Dodge: 50 Precog. Dodge (Fettered/Unfettered/Push): 60/70/85 WS: 30 BS: 50 S: (7)30 T: (8)40 Ag: 50 Int: 45 Per: 40 WP: 62 Fel: (7)50 Traits: Unnatural Strength (4), Unnatural Toughness (4), Unnatural Fellowship (2), Darksight Skills: Acrobatics +10, Awareness, Athletics, Dodge , Operate (Surface), Parry, Psyniscience Talents: Ambidextrous, Bulging Biceps, Favoured by the Warp, Heightened Senses (All), Legion Weapon Training, Lightning Reflexes, Mighty Shot, Nerves of Steel, Quick Draw, Resistance (Heat, Cold, Poisons), Step Aside, Target Selection, Unarmed Warrior Psychic Powers: PR 5 Sustaining: Precognitive Dodge: Reaction, -10 Perception Test. Counts in all respects as an Evasion test. Precognitive Strike: Free Action, -10 Psyniscience Test. Grants +5 x PR to the first WS/BS test I make that turn. Warptime: Half Action, Free Sustain. -10 WP Test. Grants Unnat. WS, BS, Agi (PR). Celeritous Sense: Half Action, Free Sustain. +0 WP Test. +5 x PR to Per and Evasion tests, ZH on 9 or 10. Regeneration: Full Action, Half Sustain, -10 WP Test. Grants Regen (4) and +PR to the Regeneration test. Unnatural Healing: Half Action, +0 WP Test. Heals 1d10+PR Damage on touch, self or others. Weapons Rng RoF Dam Pen Clip Rld Qualities Ramoran Bolt Revolver 45m S/-/- 1d10+13X 6 5/6 2 Full Best, Accurate, Concussive (2), Proven (3) Legion Heavy Bolter 150m -/-/8 1d10+15X 5 Infinite Never Best, SL, BF, Unreliable, Pain Vents, Cursed Metal, Tearing Grenade Launcher 60m S/-/- --- --- 5/6 2 Full RDLS, Fire Selector, Noxious Discharge, Reliable (GC) +Stun Grenades 5/6 Blast (3), Concussive (2) Inferno Pistol 10m S/-/- 2d10+13E 12 2/3 Full Melta, Recharge Force Sword --- --- 1d10+14R 7 --- --- Balanced, Force *SB, Mighty Shot, and Force damage already incorporated Wargear: GC Legion Power Armour: Darksight, +10 to Sight/Sound tests, Immune to Photon Flash/Stun Grenades, GC Helmet Augmentations. GC Shimmering Robes: Force Field. GC Rapturous Standard: All those dedicated to Slaanesh who can draw LoS to the backpack standard can reroll all failed WP tests and reduce all damage taken by 1 (to a minimum of 1). GC Shrieking Soul: 6/6 Souls Captured. Bearer ignores Fatigue, Stunning, all Critical Effects except limb loss, blindness, or death, and all effects of being On Fire except for the damage. Captures the souls of any sentient being the bearer kills. Once per session, captured souls can be unleashed as a Full Action. This is a psychic attack with a radius of 1d10 per soul. All not dedicated to Slaanesh in this radius must pass a -20 WP test or be Stunned for 1d5 rounds and take 1d10 permanent WP damage. Psychic Hood: +5 to FP tests. Can spend a Reaction to impose a penalty on any one FP test within WP meters. The wearer makes a FP (WP) test and imposes a penalty of -10 x DoS on the other psyker's test. This test can alternatively be used to nullify a power that directly affects the wearer, no matter the range. Success blocks the power's effects only against the psyker; other targets are affected as normal. Nullification tests are treated as FP tests in all regards, including the possibility of Psychic Phenomena. Psy-Focus: +10 to FP tests. BC Recoil Glove Dachshundofdoom fucked around with this message at 07:43 on Feb 3, 2018 |
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Vincent Vincent backs down the moment he spots Dash slipping through the door. "Got a little carried away." he says, before exiting to the stands. He walks through the stands, pausing to watch the beginning on the match his shipmates are in, before continuing on to explore the rest of the arena. Best to find the exits now, if there were any, in case the group needed to make a hasty exit after the heist. Basically I'm trying to figure out the layout of the arena and what sort of other areas I can get into without having to sneak (taking notice of areas I would have to sneak into as well) and attempting to map out an exit strategy. If there isn't much of anything, I'll wait up for Dash and we'll discuss what to do next.
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Corvax Musing's Estate, Arena: Corvax held up his sword as the ship's name was announced. While the two Slaaneshi marines' specific efforts to gain it differed, adulation of the masses always had some appeal. "If you can even *hear* me-" The Legionnaire shouted while exhaust and gunsmoke roared from Octuv's weaponry. "- I'll be moving from cover to cover until I can get them in close. Both of you need to keep forcing them out and apart." Initiative (Pick Best of These Two): 2#1d10+4 9 14 Those are bog-standard 5ft squares? If so, I'll Run Corvax over until he's just shy of the upper-right corner of the big gold wall in the middle.
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