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The Butcher "Hang on," the Butcher excuses himself to the others, standing up and heading to the closet. He tugs it open and peers inside.
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Approaching the closet door, the Butcher notices there is no door handle on his side of the door. The door itself is made of cheap looking pressed wood, and a solid rap on the door proves it is hollow and not a solid slab of wood. The servitor does not respond when the door is knocked on. The pot of recaf steams gently; it is very warm.
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The Butcher He scratches his chin in thought, looking from the door to the recaf to the door to the recaf, until he finally gets an idea. "Johann!" he calls, and another nurgling scrambles out of his armor, looking at him expectantly. "Smash it!" he orders, pointing at the pot of recaf, the nurgling screeching and dashing over to make a mess. IPlayVideoGames fucked around with this message at 03:33 on Sep 17, 2013 |
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Drevan Drevan gets up from the table kinda pissed. "Oh so HE can break the loving recaf and not me huh?? You guys loving suck, that servitor comes out I'm smashing it" He readies his runesword to strike the servitor if it comes out.
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Veneficus "He has a reason for smashing it. A plan that will be furthered by smashing that pot of recaf. And he has a reason to expect it will be replaced, reducing the chances of depriving the rest of us of precious recaf." Despite this, Veneficus lunges in and grabs himself one last cup of the black fluid before the nurgling can smash it. Having retrieved his refill, he retreats out of the way. "Of course, destroying our hosts property does seem terribly impolite."
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Kathleen Kathleen watches the horrible little microdemon smash the pot, sending recaff all over the table, drowning the cards in play. She sighs, tosses the rest of the deck into the puddle and takes back her laspack. "That was a very nice deck, Butcher. One more thing your god can take pride in bringing a messy end to."
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The Butcher Johann kicks the recaf, spattering it around some before it slips and falls into the puddle. Making the most of a bad situation, it starts slurping up the mess. The Butcher beams and gives a thumbs up to the Heretek.
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Bartameus Bartameus watches the Butcher, impressed at his ingenuity, but at the same time saddened by the destruction of a good set of cards. "You know", he says to Kayleen. "More can be done with those cards than merely games of chance. If you can save them from the pool of recaf, I can show you their true power."
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Johann the nurgling thumps against the side of the recaf jug, unprepared for the sudden journey. After a moment, the little daemon rights itself and grips the jar with its scrawny arms, grunting as it hefts it up to smash it. There is a look of triumph on the creature's face as the container is hoisted, but then its weight shifts and throws the nurgling off balance. It shrieks in terror as it stumbles backwards, falling off of the table with the recaf in hand. It is crushed and splashed with skewered with glass as the recaf shatters. Amazingly, it survives, and stands up, giving the Butcher a weak thumbs up before slipping on the wet tile. There is an expectant pause as everyone turns to look to the door. Moments pass, and finally the door swings open. The same servitor trundles out, wheeling over to the prone nurgling. It leans over, and a small nozzle extends from its mouth. The nurgling looks up in confusion as it is engulfed in flames from the servitor's flamer, and then doused with flame retardant foam. The servitor goes about cleaning up the mess caused by the nurgling and itself, giving the Butcher a moment to peer into the adjacent closet. Beyond, the Butcher can see a kitchen manned entirely by servitors and acolytes, who simper under the whip of a man clad only in leather strips across key parts of his anatomy. The man seems to enjoy whipping the creatures under his command regardless of what they do, and he chastises them for not sweetening the recaf enough, or for putting too much lettuce on the grox-meat sandwiches. He pauses mid-whip, noticing he and his crew are being spied on, and he stomps over and slams the door with a curse. The servitor bumps into the Butcher's back and beeps to be let by.
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Kayleen "Hmm. I can save them but they'll be marked, most likely." A mechendendrite, unlike any usually seen in the vortex, emerges from under her arm. Kayleen shuffles the deck in front of it and a cleaning ray scrubs the reside off each card in turn. After a minute or two, the deck is as clean as its going to be, but still too stained and marked to be used in games of chance. She hands the deck to the psyker "Knock yourself out. Well, not literally." (Cards are probably poor quality at this point, but have fun!)
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Veneficus "Did you learn what you were looking for? Whence came the sandwiches?"
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Drevan "Oh man Heretek nows our chance! Lets grab the thing so you can re-wire it or something. We got us a sweet rear end servitor working for us." Drevan does a little fist pump and jumps at the servitor, grabbing it and holding it down on the floor.
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The Butcher "It's a KITCHEN!" exclaims the Nurgle sorcerer, before frowning. "Wait. Of course it's a kitchen. What else would it have been?" He grabs the door to keep it from being slammed by the freakish taskmaster, and the marine fixes him with a serious look. "Those donuts were stale. And we want more finger sandwiches. All of the sandwiches, in fact. Also, more recaf. The pots keep breaking. Or, even better, actual coffee. And do you have anything alcoholic? Maybe some wine? Or any spirits will do, I suppose. Hang on a minute..." He looks over his shoulder. "WHAT KIND OF LIQUOR DOES EVERYONE WANT?" IPlayVideoGames fucked around with this message at 04:27 on Sep 17, 2013 |
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Kathleen "Fine, fine." She stands up, and the mechendendrite pops out of her forearm yet again. "Sawbones, over here!" Kathleen looks inside for the cortex controller and attempts to reboot it. (Techuse to rewire the servitor for our uses. Tech-use 105+4Degrees of success if I succeed due to unatural in+2 and being adied by the servo skull and Drevan. The two of them also negate up to -20 worth of penalties (The first -10 being doing fine manipulation in power armor)
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Drevan He stops helping the Heretek for a moment and yells at the Nurglite "I already yelled twice that I want some amasec dammit, tell them it can be the cheap poo poo, I don't care." He then gets down again to help Kathleen with the tinkering
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Mordred "Hey, what did I say about being rude?! Were you all raised on feral worlds or something? Honestly, even daemons are more well-behaved than you lot." With the card game suspended, Mordred gets up and retrieves his sword from the table. "Anyways, I'm going to go check out one of the other rooms, our competitions should be housed somewhere nearby. Anyone who wants to help me kill them can come with. No rule about guests killing other guests, just try not to break any furniture."
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Bartameus "Probably best not to kill anyone until we find out exactly what's going on. Plus, it's rude to our host.", Bartameus says as he sits at the table and lays out the cards, peering at them, trying to figure out what they can tell him about his companions and his mission. "Hmm, interesting. Interesting.", he mutters as he looks at the cards. "Two of Nurgle. That's not good." Trade (Soothsayer) 38 to say sooth.
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Veneficus Veneficus gets up to look for a way into the other conference rooms. "Maybe they still have some donuts left."
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Hassan Hassan's retinue of slavegirls come in with bottles of amasec for everyone. Rum for the khornate, Wine for the slaaneshis and the tzeench, moonshine for the nurglites, Vodka for those that have chose no path. A big bottle of champagne and glasses for all. Hassan sips from the wine and finds it a little too, familiar. He cuts his wine with the champagne because gently caress it why not. All sensations are to be experienced. "You know what, gently caress this bullshit gently caress this waiting, I think we should go take the party outside and they can send for us when its time for the games." Hassan says as he stands up holding his glass filled with champagine (champagne/wine). "A toast, friends. To the boldest."
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Dr Hugh The main door to the conference room opens, revealing two men of the elderly looking variety, one in a black and white tuxedo, complete with a bow tie and a pencil mustache, the other in what is obviously a suit of light power armor, although it is covered in black cloth, with a yellow oval and some kind of black symbol in the middle of it. He has a goatee that frames his face, one that is beginning to go grey. The armors helmet is held under the arm of the man in the tux, a bottle of aged Wildsnake in his other hand. Behind both of them floats a servo-skull with a pict recorder poking out of one eye socket. Thank you Fred, I do believe we finally found the right room. And I see we have a number of companions here. Oh my, one of the Emperors Children, I haven't seen any of them since that orgy on Krimos that would have done a Berserker proud. Oh, right, introductions. Umm. Lets see. Hail the great gods, I am Dr. Hugh. My esteemed servant Fred and I are here to join you in this tournament, although frankly, we expect to be recording it for posterity more than actually fighting. We were directed to the wrong room first... a... much higher class room, to be frank." Hugh looks around at the spilled recaf and blood, and gives a little shrug. "I don't see any of the ladies of no virtue here, or any decent alcohol, unlike the last room they put me in. Oh well. Still, we managed to bring a bottle of Wildsnake with us, thirty years old, if anyone cares to partake." Taking a few steps into the room, Hugh eases himself into a seat and looks around. "So, who might all of you be? And what has gone on in the time it took me to get here?" The servant makes himself busy, grabbing a few unbroken cups and popping the seal on the Wildsnake, pouring a measure out into each one. pre:NAME: Dr Hugh, Celebrity Psychiatrist ARCHETYPE: APOSTATE +5 fel PRIDE: Logic +5 int -5 per DISGRACE: Hubris +2 Infamy, -4 int MOTIVATION: Nihilism +5 corruption, -3 willpower ALIGNMENT: Unaligned (Necoho) Weapon Skill: 40 25 + 10 + 5 Ballistic Skill: 34 25 + 9 Strength: 35 25 + 10 Toughness: 35 25 + 10 Agility: 39 25 + 14 Intelligence: 46 25 + 15 + 5 - 4 + 5 Perception: 35 25 + 15 - 5 Willpower: 42 25 + 15 - 3 + 5 Fellowship: 60 25 + 20 + 5 + 10 Infamy: 42 19 + 5 + 2 + 15 + 1 Wounds: 13 Corruption: 30 Skills Awareness Charm + 20 Command Commerce Deceive + 20 Dodge Inquiry + 10 Interrogation + 10 Linguistics (Low Gothic) Linguistics (High Gothic) Logic Medicae + 10 Scrutiny Trade (Psychiatrist) Common Lore(Adeptus Arbites) Common Lore(Administratum) Common Lore (Ecclesiarchy) Common Lore (Imperial Creed) Common Lore (Imperium) Common Lore (Jericho Reach) Scholastic Lore(Chymistry) Scholastic Lore(Heraldry) Scholastic Lore(Judgement) Forbidden Lore(Heresy) Forbidden Lore(The Inquisition) Forbidden Lore(Hive Nobles) Talents Air of Authority Excessive Wealth Hatred(Inquisition) Peer(Nobility, Celebrities) Mimic Lesser Minion of Chaos Minion of Chaos Radiant Presence Total Recall Unarmed Warrior Unshakeable Will Weapon Training (Las) Traits Serpents Tongue The Quick And The Dead Gear: Good-Craftsmanship Laspistol Common Craftsmanship Power Blade Chaos symbol pendant unholy tomes two laspistol clips Daemon-laspistol Light Power Armor (Auto-senses, Sustainable Power Source, Magnetized Boot Soles) Helmet Augmentations (BQ) Messan Outrider Mesh Combat Cloak Mesh Cowl Chrono (BQ) Disguise Kit Cerebral Implant (BQ) Armor Gauntlet (BQ) w/ Mono and Venom Drop upgrades Data-slate Advanced Medi-kit (BQ) Pict Recorder (BQ) XP: 6400/6500 spent Decieve + 10 - 350 Decieve + 20 - 500 Charm + 20 - 500 +10 Fel - 750 +5 WP - 250 +5 Int - 250 +5 Per - 250 +5 WS - 250 Unarmed Warrior - 250 Excessive Wealth - 250 Minion of Chaos - 500 Medicae - 200 Medicae + 10 - 350 Interrogation - 200 interrogation + 10 - 350 Peer (Celebrities) Common Lore (Ecclesiarchy, Imperial Creed, Imperium, Jericho Reach) - 800 Linguistics (High Gothic) - 200 Scrutiny - 200 pre:Lesser Minion of Chaos Servoskull Weapon Skill: 01 Ballistic Skill: 01 Strength: 10 Toughness: 20 Agility: 30 Intelligence: 10 Perception: 22 Willpower: 01 Fellowship: 05 Movement: 3/6/9/18 Wounds: 5 Skills: Awareness, Tech-Use, Dodge, Acrobatics Talents: Cold Hearted, Heightened Senses (Vision), Leap Up, Unremarkable, Sound Constitution Traits: Hoverer 4, Machine 2, Size 1 Weapons: Armor: Flak Helmet (2 AP) Gear: Pict Recorder Loyalty: 60 pre:Minion of Chaos Fred the Manservant chin up everything sucks fucked around with this message at 06:38 on Sep 20, 2013 |
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Fellowship: 30
Movement: 2/4/6/12
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Talents: Light Sleeper, Heightened Senses (Hearing), Weapon Training (Solid Projectile)
Mimic, Peer (Servants), Unremarkable, Nerves of Steel
Traits: Sycophant
Weapons: Shotgun
Armor: None
Gear: Pict Recorder
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The Butcher The Butcher looks over from the door he's holding open at Hugh, blinking. "That snake is still alive after 30 years? He must be pretty drat pissed off. Of COURSE I want some. Butcher. Hello."
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Drevan Drevan smiles at the rum Hassan brought, but he grins when this Dr Hugh dude brings a Wildsnake. "loving great! I thought things would start getting boring but look at this! That bottle has a bloody snake on it!" He gets 2 glasses and fills one of each with the drinks and drinks them at the same time. "A toast alright! We are going to win this, paint this planet red, raid everything and kill that stupid governor!" frajaq fucked around with this message at 05:12 on Sep 17, 2013 |
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Dr Hugh Looking slightly startled by Butchers question, Hugh looks over at the bottle and blinks. "You know, it never occurred to me to ask how they kept the snake alive..."
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The moment that Drevan tackles the servitor, the creature gives off a wail akin to a klaxon siren, and to his shock the khornate is hurled upwards and backwards through the air, landing on his stomach on the card table, which smashes underneath him. The servitor pivots, now bristling with flamers and arcing prods and various other implements of doom, before retracting them upon seeing the mess that has been made. It trundles over to the card table and unceremoniously shoves the renegade off of it, before gathering the shattered table and taking it out through the front door. Butcher only gets a glare in return for his requests, and the whip cracks ineffectively against his gauntlet. "Non! No liquor! Is BYOB, look at invitation next time, stupid!" The chef turns back to his duties, and the Butcher gets a glimpse of way too much pallid flesh. The chef barks an order and another servitor trundles forward, carrying a platter of crackers with squares of cheese on them, and bumps into the Butcher with a squeak. Stepping out into the hallway, those searching for the other convention halls find the escort for Hugh standing outside, four massive looking marines in pitted and scarred armor. From the scowling helmets with their bronze horns, Mordred and Veneificus can tell they are khornates. They turn their heads towards the opening door and draw a veritable arsenal of melee weapons which buzz and roar to life. "THERE IS NO LEAVING! SIT DOWN AND ENJOY THE SNACKS, CUR!" Meanwhile, Bart flips another card over and stares at intently, hearing a buzzing in the back of his head. This must mean something. It must be important. He sits back to mull over this and bumps his head into Hugh's hovering servo-skull, interrupting its buzzing engine. Fortunately for all involved, Hugh and Hassan both have brought their own assortment of beverages; in spite of there being eight of them there, however, the khornates refuse to let the essential crew members pass. There must be a ninth coming to join the party.
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Bartameus Bartameus, still deep in concentration with his cards, mutters something about alcohol not being good for you, but his hand goes to the wineglass anyway, almost reflexively. Then he realizes that wine provided by a Slaanesh worshiper likely ISN'T good for you, and puts it down. It's probably poisoned anyway. That's the sort of thing people do. Poison your wine and food. The doughnut was probably poisoned too. Oh well, at least they all ate it, so they'd all be poisoned. Unless only his doughnut was poisoned. Yes, he could see that. But, wait, that was too obvious. What if all the doughnuts were poisoned but his? Then when the rest of them died, the suspicion would be on him. No, of course they'd expect him to think that. Their host was much too clever for that. The diabolical man DIDN'T poison the doughnuts. Of course, it's all clear to him now. Oh, their host was ingenious, ingenious indeed. Bartameus sighs at the thought that people as wicked as that exist in the world.
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Kayleen The heretek backs the gently caress off once its been made clear subverting the servitor is now worth the time/effort/risk involved. Also, it was pretty funny how that dork got chucked across the room. Hearing more yelling marines, she hopes this dog and pony and nurgling and space chicken show will be underway shortly.
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Drevan Drevan raises from the broken table and dusts himself off. "Man I'm gonna kill whoever programmed that drat thing." With a sigh he picks some of the crackers and eats them.
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The Butcher Though the rap to his hand didn't hurt physically, it certainly hurt his feelings a little. The Butcher lets the taskmaster go back to whipping his kitchen and claims a seat somewhere in the conference room, staring up at the ceiling and slinging down a drink now and then, as well as slipping some to his friends.
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Posting the daemon weapons for those who have rolled them. Mordred: And'ux (Power Sword) 1d10+9 E 9 PEN Power Field, Balanced, Warp Weapon, Thirsting, Furious Impact -Each hit inflicts one level of fatigue. -Every other round, charge attack may be made to deal weapon damage to all enemies 1m around the target. Enemies may dodge/parry as necessary, but no attack roll is needed. Bart: Dakoth (Shotgun) 30m S/-/- ROF 1d10+7 I 7 PEN INFINITE Ammo Reliable, Scatter, Tearing -Gain a focus power bonus equal to +6 while shotgun is drawn. -On suffering one or more wounds, target must pass a +0 T test or roll on mutation chart. Hugh: Anablar (Laspistol) 30m S/2/- ROF 2d10+5 E 3 PEN INFINITE Ammo Reliable, Crippling (3), Felling (4) -Gain 1 Corruption on rolling a 9 or a 10 for damage. John Dyne fucked around with this message at 06:17 on Sep 17, 2013 |
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Mordred "Hey, do you have any idea how rude it is to call a guest a 'cur'?! More importantly, do you have any idea how stupid it is to insult a Champion of Khorne within arm's reach?!" Quickly drawing his daemonic power sword, And'ux, and his shield from his back, Mordred points at the khornate who was both rude and an idiot. "This fight is between the two of us, anyone who doesn't want to be struck down in the crossfire can back away now." With a yell, the former Black Templar charges towards the khornate, And'ux moving on its own towards the victim's flesh. Challenging whoever insulted me, then charging into them with my sword's Furious Impact. No attack roll needed, although they can try to parry or dodge. Anyone who is within one meter of the target despite my warning is also getting hit. And'ux is 1d10+9 E, Pen 9, and inflicts a level of fatigue on the target if it hits. You also listed it as having the warp weapon trait, but that would be three abilities instead of two, so I'm not sure if that was a typo. If the target lives and attacks me in melee, I have Parry +20, a Best-quality Shield that gives a +25 bonus to parrying, and a WS of 54, so I'd test parrying at 99. Not going to go anywhere after this fight, since I realize splitting the group before the game's actually started would be bad. This is just a Khornate way of killing time. If the other guys are idiots and try to rush me, they don't get any bonuses from ganging-up on me due to Combat Master.
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The Butcher "Oh. Look. The Khorne guy is fighting another Khorne guy," comments the Butcher to another one of his nurgling pals sitting on his shoulder, Ferragus. The marine grabs a handful of crackers and cheese from a passing plate and stuffs it into his armor.
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Mordred hurls himself at the Khornate who insulted him, and, being they follow the Blood God Khorne, none of his allies deign to step aside in the face of combat. When the former Black Templar brings his blade about in a dervish, each of the warriors deflects his attack, though two narrowly do so and suffer minor cosmetic damage to the paint on their armor. Now, standing in the middle of four Khorne Berserkers who loom almost a foot taller than he due to mutation, Mordred ponders the intelligence of such an attack. The one in particular that insulted him looks down upon him with an impassive bronze and red steel faceplate, locked into an eternal snarl of hatred. He lifts his head and looks to his compatriots, before shrugging and barking a laugh. "NOTHING SAYS WE CAN'T DEFEND OURSELVES! BLOOD FOR THE BLOOD GOD!" The berserker hefts his chain axe and, with a roar, brings it down with all of his might at the former Templar; Mordred brings his shield up in time to stop the blow, but the following stroke batters it aside and cuts deep into his armor, sending a spray of blood into the air. Mordred staggers from the force of the attack, and is unable to raise his shield in time to avert the third blow, which throws him off of his feet. He lands with a thud in the doorway, utterly still. The berserker laughs and flicks the blood from his axe, shaking his head. "COME BACK WHEN THE DARK ONE DECIDES YOU AREN'T A LITTLE poo poo." As the group heads back to the doorway they were guarding, the servitor from before stops and beeps forlornly as it keeps bumping into Mordred's still form. It bends over, inspecting the wound, and with a practice hand begins sealing it, stopping the blood flow. It only takes a minute for the servitor to have patched the marine back together, and the robotic corpse jabs a needle into the marine's neck, pumping him full of adrenaline. The black Templar snaps his eyes open and gasps deeply, coughing blood from his throat as he regains his life. I do want to point out that Astus DID ask, 'Are these guys here just to keep us from splitting the party until everyone is here?' and I said yes. And then he still attacked them. SO, FAIR WARNING GIVEN. Not gonna claim this as a death, so no Infamy burn or loss, Astus will count as full wounds once we actually get underway. Anything beyond this will be real. I promise they won't be so poo poo tough when you run into them next time, right now they're just this strong to act as a deterrent to trying to start things without everyone here.  http://invisiblecastle.com/roller/view/4220774/ Khornate parry tests, all four parry. http://invisiblecastle.com/roller/view/4220777/ Khornate attacks, all but one hit. http://invisiblecastle.com/roller/view/4220778/ One attack parried. http://invisiblecastle.com/roller/view/4220780/ Damage from one, tearing, lightning attack; 29 damage, 3 pen 29 - 9 AP - 8 TB = 12 damage, Mordred has 6 wounds. http://invisiblecastle.com/roller/view/4220783/ Second swing, 30 damage, 3 pen 30 - 15 = 15, Morderd is at -9 wounds. LOOKS LIKE THE OTHER NERDS AREN'T JUMPING IN ANYWAYS John Dyne fucked around with this message at 07:33 on Sep 17, 2013 |
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Hassan Watching the whole event go down he shrugs. Khornate pride. "You need to think with the mind before you charge into the fire Marine. You didn't tell us what you wanted to do, and I had scarcely the time to draw. I could have intervened but I saw that marine's moves. You weren't connecting, I saw the parry before you hit. Not profitable and he seemed satiated" Hassan says this as his Sonic Blaster is already pointed at the door, his chair thrown across the room. "Next time, consider your allies of convenience when its time for murder. It may open up tactical options." pre:WS BS S T Ag Int Per WP Fel 36 52 40[60] 41 50 40 56[71] 38 35 Wounds: 16 / 16 Infamy: 3/3 Fear Rating: 2 Fatigue Level: 0 [Normal] Half Move: 6 Full Move: 12 Charge: 18 Run: 36 [Flyer] Half Move: 5 Full Move: 10 Charge: 15 Run: 30 SB: 8 TB: 8 Awareness: 81/91/111 [General/Sight/Hearing] Dodge: 60 Parry: 40 Armour: Arms 9, Body 11, Head 9, Legs 9 Notewohorthy Armor Traits: Chain Bandoliers, Scavenged Reconstruction Force Field (Infernal Star): 50 Overload: 01-05 Weapons: Noise Marine Sonic Blaster "Caro" 100m S/2/4 1d10+11[16] E Pen:6[11] Special: Devastating (2), Legacy of Excess, Pain Vents, Reliable, Ripper Legion Bolt Pistol 30m S/2/- 1d10+9 X Pen: 4 Clip: 8/8 Rld: Half Special: Tearing Legion Combat Knife 1d10+8 R Pen: 2 Legion Frag Grenade 24m S// 2d10+2 X Pen: 0 Ammo: 2/2 Special:Blast (4) .7kg Scarce Legion Krak Grenade 24m S// 2d10+8 X Pen: 6 Ammo: 2/2 Armour Upgrades: Robes of Torment: PC receives +1 additional damage/+10 to next test made when he receives damage the first time each round. PC intentionally cause 1 damage (ignoring all forms of protection) as free action to gain +10 to next test. Bonus lost if not used by PC's next turn. Sonic Shrieker: PC may activate just after intiative is rolled but before the first round. Everyone (Friend or Foe), excluding wearer, must take a -20 WP test or count as surprised in the first round of combat. Equipment that protects against sonic attacks functions as normal. Must be mounted on a power armour helmet and requires one hour to recharge after each use. Noteworthy Gifts/Rewards: Face of Slaanesh: Fear Rating 2/Peer (Mortal Followers of Slaanesh) Winged: Gain Flyer Trait, movement rate=AB*2. Slaanesh: Gossamer-thin pinions sprout from the characters back. Special Abilities: Intoxicating Uproar: +20 bonus to any Test involving Hearing. In combat, +2 bonus to Toughness, Fear, and Pinning Tests for every other active participant or point of Horde Magnitude (up to a maximum of 12). +0 WP test to disengage Dread Wail: May spend an Infamy Point to either increase damage pen on wielded Sonic weapon to amoutn=Per Bonus or force everyone within 50m to make -20 WP to resist either Fear (2), 1d5 levels of Fatigue, or 2 rounds of Stun. Noteworthy Talents: Ambidextrous: Use either hand equally well, do not suffer -20 penalty for using weapons in offhand When used with Two Weapon Wielder, drops penalty for making attacks with both weapons to -10. Ancient Warrior: +10 Fel/Skill tests when dealing with Veterans of the Long War, easier to acquire Legion Weaponry. Bulging Biceps: Always counts as braced. Hard Target: -20 BS penalty to hit PC when making charge/run action, stacks with any modifiers. Heightened Senses (Hearing/Sight): +10 to any test involving that sense. Hip Shooting: Full Move and standard attack with ranged weapon Jaded: Dead bodies, xenos creatures, and other terrifying but natural occurrences do not elicit Fear Tests. Terrors of the Warp still affect the character normally. Lightning Reflexes: Roll for Initiative Twice and take highest. Light Sleeper: Character always assumed to be awake for awareness tests. Mimic: Can mimic voices after studying the pattern for one hour. Nerves of Steel: Reroll WP tests for Fear/Pinning, +10 WP bonus when opposing enemy Intimidation. Peer (Mortal Followers of Slaanesh: +10 to Fel when dealing with relevant group. Rapid Reload: Halves reload time (noted above). Resistance (Cold, Heat, Poisons): +10 to tests to resist relevant group. Sharpshooter: No penalty for Called Shots. Quick Draw: Draw weapon as a free action. Unarmed Warrior: Unarmed attacks do 1d10+SB I Primitive 7) Viva Miriya fucked around with this message at 01:37 on Sep 18, 2013 |
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Nurgling #2, Orzad Orzad stands there on the floor, mimicing Hassan, mouthing gibberish and holding a toothpick like it were a sonic blaster.
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Sep 17, 2013 07:23
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Dr Hugh Floating behind the head of Dr. Hugh, the servo-skull trains it's pict recorder on the brief and brutal combat, while the doctor dictates for it. "As you can see, service to Khorne often results in a high degree of aggression and anger, while dulling the survival instincts. As a result, when angered by one larger than oneself, massive pain, injury, and death may be the result. Cults of Khorne, while often starting out with little more than minor blood sacrifice, tend to rapidly self destruct as the id of each member becomes overruled by the ego, resulting in agressive acts that eventually lead crippling or suicidal behavior."
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The Butcher "Ssst!" The Butcher makes a sound at Orzad, who stops mimicing and returns to eating anything around that looks interesting. With a grunt, the Butcher stands and moves over to Mordred, offering a hand up. "Here you go. You ok? Don't sweat it. We'll trounce them next time."
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Kayleen "...I'd offer to patch him up but doesn't Khorne want people to bleed out on the floor?" She looks at the rapidly expanding pool of liquids pooling under the berserker. "Up to you."
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Drevan Drevan turns to see that the fight was over almost instantly. He looks amazed at Mordred "drat I turn over to get some drinks and crackers and you pick a fight with Berserkers? Pretty impressive!" He looks at Kayleen to answer her question. "Yeah Khorne doesn't care where the blood comes from, as long as it flows yada yada. But I'm pretty sure anyone in this poo poo universe of ours would accept medical aid after going against Berserkers."
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