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Ariston the Hekatonkheir Ariston's knife sank into the massive creature's shell with another crunch but it was the warpsmith's axe that landed the killing blow, neatly cleaving through its body and painting the deck with briny ichor. He yanked his blade free, then plunged it into where he assumed the twitching beast's brain to be just in case before finally withdrawing his blade. "Pathetic," he said, spitting on the ground next to the carcass with an acidic sizzle However even though the current threat had been dealt with that hardly meant they were out of immediate danger. As the excitement of battle passed Ariston noticed that the wounds the creature had dealt him were more serious than he had initially believed them to be, and taken together with the strain of his "death" and sudden reemergence the strain upon even his enhanced physique was beginning to take its toll. Beyond that he still felt disoriented and frustratingly weak, robbed of the power that had been rightly his, should be his. He glanced down at his wounded leg, snorting with contempt at his own frailty. There were other problems facing them beyond his own. The Ork vessel that lay in the distance was beginning to sink rapidly and the air surrounding it was shrouded with a fell mist that reeked of psychic power...at any moment a fresh threat could come boiling out of the holds of the drowning vessel in search of new prey. Beyond even that was the current circumstance the three of them were facing, stranded on a platform in the middle of a watery desert with meager supplies, no allies, and no food. Well, perhaps not entirely without food...hefting his knife, Ariston stalked over to one of the halves of the great crustacean and experimentally slid the blade between the joints on its carapace, pulling it apart with enhanced strength to see what, if anything, could be partaken from it. Survival 35 = 66 Continuing our grand crusade of fuckups.
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Vatra the Whisperer The Apostate's eyes teared up as he watched the show, from the Commissar's head bursting open like an over ripened grape to the cadets being torn apart by a pack of ravenous dogs. Such beauty he never thought he'd see again after he had been whisked away to a torturer's rack in the middle of the night. Vatra holstered his las-pistol and gave it a pat, not quite time for him to get his hands dirty after all. With a noticeable pep in his step the robed figure moved forward to the limp remains of the Commissar and retrieved the keys, detonator, and the ID card. "What now? Simple, enter the chapel and listen. You have already been spurned by the corpse god once, imprisoned and forced to be bullet sponges so that your supposed betters may live another day. Now you have killed his political officers, an act to free yourselves from horrific conditions as it may be, it still ensures a death sentence should you return to your Imperium. Enter, listen, and learn." Vatra waved the penal legionnaires through the open doors with the reassuring smile of a father figure. After all had entered he took a position at the back of the room in order to better watch the 'event' that his new ally no doubt had in mind when he captured the priest. Yet Vatra's eyes were more focused on the legionnaire's themselves, scanning over them, taking note of those who had performed especially savagely in the last slaughter. Those that looked to be confident in their new situation, unafraid of the death they had just seen. Most of all he was looking for those that could watch without flinching or throwing up their dinner on themselves. All the while he gingerly caressed the bomb detonator held in his right hand. Scrutiny test to try and determine the best/most hardcore fighters in the group. 1d100= 26 VS PER 50+ Scrutiny 0= 50 TN. 3 DoS Korhal fucked around with this message at 20:30 on Aug 20, 2014 |
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Bazroth, Word Bearer Bazroth gingerly held out his massive hand to pick up the keys, detonator, and identification, but was pre-empted by one of his new "companions." "The Emperor is not your shield, priest. Just ask our dear commissar. No, you share a lot more with these men than you think. You are both unfortunately shackled. But while I would gladly remove their chains, I fear yours will be your undoing." The marine simply shrugged at Lucius. The man could do what he liked to the priest, as far as he was concered. Not five minutes beyond his journey to the warp, Bazroth was building an army yet again. He could almost smell the smoke-choked air of the planet he'd been forced to leave behind. "Now, what is the quickest way upward? We're under some kind of waterline, and it would be a shame to have your glorious resistance rendered meaningless by pressure cracks."
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Lucius the Devourer Hauling the priest back to his feet, Lucius slaps the man across the face. "Stop your gibbering. You are just like my father... and he was a priest too." Rotating one of his eyes around so he could observe the room, the other remaining focused on the priests face, the death priest gave a warm smile. "Marine, perhaps you should wait a moment. I think these men need to hear what I have to say, and witness a... demonstration. Into the chapel, priest. You get to see your dead god one more time." The priest moving ahead of him, still held by the collar of his robes, Lucius moves to stand behind the altar of the chapel, and waits a moment before speaking. "The Emperor doesn't care. He's probably dead. The Ecclesiarchy tell you he's a God, that you need to work for the good of Man because he stands against darkness. Yet you live only sixty or seventy years, less on in a hive or a forge world. If you disobey, you get killed by a noble or have a bomb put on your neck. The Imperium cares about the survival of itself and it's power. Not you. The only one who cares about you... is you. That leaves you only a few choices. You can be a criminal, scavenging for whatever living you can make, but following your own rules. You can be a slave, listening to the system and dying before your time. Or you can seize power in your own hands and become someone who can force the Imperium to change. We here, for whatever our own reasons, chose to seize power. We still have masters, but they aren't human, and have no human goals. In exchange for helping them with their goals, they give us the chance to complete ours. I wanted immortality. I sacrificed everything, including my father, to gain a chance at it. I've been alive for more than five hundred years without rejuve treatments of any kind. And this is the price I pay." Lucius suddenly lifts the priest into the air and slams him on top of the altar, ignoring all of the junk that was still set ontop of it. While the priest was still stunned, he drew a knife from his belt with one hand, and used it to slash his other hand, causing blackish blood to bubble out of the wound. Smiling, he let his hand hang in the air above the priests chest, until the blood pooled in his palm and then began to overflow, dripping down onto the holy mans robes where is sizzled and burned it's way down into his flesh. As the priest begins to scream and struggle, both of his hands come down to press on the priests chest, forcing him to stay down on the altar, and causing the struggles to get stronger as all of the blood that had been pooled in Lucius's hand came into contact with the priests skin. Speaking loudly, to be heard over the screams, Lucius continues to explain. "Of course, after a while, you aren't quite human any more. But that doesn't really matter, because humanity is weak and frail. Even the Emperor realized this. It's why he made the Space Marines after all. Something super-human. You aren't likely to become one, but you can certainly come close to matching one, after a while. If you are good enough. Anyways, this is the end of my demonstration. We should probably find a way out of here." As the priests struggles begin to stop, the toxic blood having eaten it's way into his heart and lungs, Lucius lets go of the dying man and looks down for a moment, before nodding. He picks up the knife that he had dropped a moment ago, and slashes it across the priests belly to expose the mans intestines to the air. Then, sliding the knife back into the sheath, he begins walking back towards the chapel door.
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Erika the Red Furious, Erika returned her sword to her scabbard, muttering curses under her breath. "Frigging thing. Now that we're not being attacked, what's our next move? I think that creature has already demonstrated why it would be a poor idea to go for a swim out to one of those wrecks; shall we try lighting one of those tires on fire to make a smoke signal and hope some of the refugees are drawn by the possibility of scrap? From there we can trade them the supplies we've found for passage, or if they're not the friendly type we can murder them all and steal their boat." Having said her piece, Erika turned and began eyeing the mist suspiciously, wary that it might be a sign of something worse on its way.
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Victus Looking at the Khornate from the side of his mask, Victus weighed this approach carefully against the other approach he had in mind. The Orks seemed to be legitimately confused as to what they were doing here, and even thought they might be slaves. However, he didn't count on the Mekboy being fooled for that long - the Ork already noticed that one of their companions was a Space Marine and the Orks were never very keen on engaging in diplomacy when there was a good fight to be had. Also, they might figure out that they're the cause of the sinking ship AND the broken power generator. Victus wasn't exactly confident in his ability to bluff his way out of the situation. Besides, the vessel was sinking. If the Orks engaged first and lived to tell about it, they might very well have a good story to tell about fighting to the death on a sinking ship. Without a word, Victus kicked himself into high gear. He had trained for years to rip enemies to shreds without a moment's hesitation. Identifying the biggest threat to his melee prowess, the Kommando, he decided that he would attempt to take him out before he could even lift his Choppa. With any luck, Victus could take his Choppa and unleash his full potential against the remaining Mekboy. The thought brought a smile to his face. I am making a Charge against the Kommando. He is well within range because Preternatural Speed allows me to Charge at my Run speed, which is 36. My total WS for this action is 83 (58 base, +5 WS from Good Quality weapon, +20 Charge). Any ranged attack the Mekboy might make against me this turn is at a -20 penalty from Hard Target. Damage is 1d10+7 (2 base, 5 Strength bonus) Since I added all of those qualifiers, watch the roll fail! Initiative is 12. pre:WS BS S T Ag Int Per WP Fel 58 28 50 35 60 27 40 33 30 Wounds: 9/14 Infamy: 1/1 Fatigue Level: 0 Initiative: 1d10+8 Movement: 6/12/36/36 SB: 5 TB: 3 Awareness: 40 Dodge: 70 Parry: 63 (Good Quality Chainsword) Armour: Body 6, all else 4 Weapons: Good Quality Human Chainsword: One-handed melee: 1d10+2R; Pen 2; Balanced, Tearing Special Abilities: Noteworthy combat traits: Adroit (+1 DoS on all WS checks) Quick and the Dead (+2 to Initiative) Combat talents: Jaded, Quick Draw, Rapid Reload, Sure Strike, Disarm, Ambidextrous, Swift Attack, Precise Blow, Hard Target, Preternatural Speed, Two-Weapon Wielder, Blade Dancer, Step Aside. LuiCypher fucked around with this message at 03:42 on Aug 21, 2014 |
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If you're gonna enter combat, roll your Initiative. Also just like I said to Jolinaxas when his Dark Apostle also charged, look at the new Black Crusade Errata rules on the Charge action. You get +20 to your Weapon Skill test like usual but do a single attack. You can't Swift Attack or All-Out Attack anymore.
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I'll update for ork trio later when sorcerer posts. Also LuiCypher the The Quick and the Dead trait for humans give +2 to initiative, not +1. So your initiative should be 12. Also please make a combat block with weapon stats and Penetration, Armor, Wounds etc Erika the Red, Ariston and Opifex on a piece of landing-zone As Ariston begins tearing off piece of natural carapace after another with his combat knife he hears a disgusting *SPLORG* sound when he presses his weapon a tiny bit too hard for the task at hand. The Veteran watches as a white, succulent muscle meat from the dead giant shrimp gets mixed with part of the stabbed digestive system of the creature, turning the almost sparkling white meat into a foul mixture of red/brown/yellow of various disgusting fleshy bits. Ariston ruined some chunks of Good Quality Shrimp Meat, which probably tasted delicious and exquisite, turning them into Poor Quality Shrimp Meat, which now probably tastes like condensed farts. The dense mists surrounding the area start to grow larger as dusk starts to turn into night... Everyone here make a -10 Awareness test. Bazroth, Vatra and Lucius back in the chapel The prisoners are initially a bit suspicious of being invited in the chapel, but give in and walk inside, taking their places at the scattered pews as Lucius drags the priest to the altar. When the nurglite priest starts giving his own special "service" in the chapel, Korhal pays complete attention to the faces and movements of the watching penal legionnaires. They are all attentive to Lucius's words, some of them nodding their heads in approval and glancing at each other smiling. But when the slow toxic sacrifice of the priest begins, with the painful yelling and desperate screams for mercy, is that the Slaneeshi Apostate finally manages to spot and separate the weak-willed from the potential fanatics. At the back two prisoners immediately vomit at the sight, another averts his eyes and another looked like to be almost in the middle of making an aquila in his chest. Meanwhile at the front, nearby the altar, some of the prisoners watch with fascination at what is happening in front of them, a particular deranged-looking one chuckles at the priest's screams. Most of those look relatively well-built, while perhaps idiotic. Korhal, you realize that of the 30 prisoners presently in the room, 5 are obviously weak-willed and will probably be useless, 5 of them could be possibly be turned into fanatic bodyguards that could soak up a few bullets for you in the future. The remaining 20 are dumb fodder that will follow basic orders or be used in sacrifices. Regardless, all of them raise up and put their cuffed hands up at the Heretics. "Yes! Free us! Let us follow you all!" one says. "gently caress the dead god!" says another. "This new religion kicks rear end!". "Hail the other gods!". "Anything to get out of this shithole!" "Freedom for us! Freedom for us!" "We shall bring ruin to the Imperium!" "Take these bombs off my necks please!" One of the prisoners that looks half-way intelligent carefully approaches the massive Bazroth and kneels, a bit shaking. "Erhm, s-sir? O-or my Lord? The only ways up are going up the nearby stairs to the security control were the rest of the guards and officers that survived are in. I saw prisoners from other cells being escorted that way earlier. A-and I think there is a maintenance elevator beyond cell block E 2." He feebly raises his cuffed hands at the Word Bearer. "P-please free me, master?" For a pretty sweet effort post in his demonstration while doing a cool blasphemous thing, Lucius the Devourer gets +1 Infamy and +1 Corruption. If this was in any other situation for your character you wouldn't get those since the ship is gonna sink anyway, taking the chapel and its feeble sacrifice with it. But hey, you gotta start SOMEWHERE in your road back to glory right? frajaq fucked around with this message at 03:26 on Aug 21, 2014 |
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Ariston the Hekatonkheir "Hnnn," Ariston muttered as his knife pierced some organ belonging to the creature, the meat within soaking through with a foul mixture of fluids, digestive and otherwise. The smell was unappetizing to say the least, but on the other hand he had eaten far, far worse in the course of his eternal war. With an indifferent shrug he began carving chunks of meat away from the corpse, his thoughts still consumed with the matter of his recent betrayal and subsequent appearance on this world. Awareness roll = 97  I think I've found the true Black Crusade experience guys. Anyway Waci, you mentioned something about Medicae a few posts ago and I won't turn that down if you're of a mind.
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Gozer When the Renegade begins to charge the Orks, Gozer can only bring himself to shake his head. Gozer certainly understands the Renegade's zeal; Gozer is a Tech-Priest of Khorne. They're a dense and simple minded lot, most warrior followers of Khorne, usually not interested in Gozer's lectures on the gods and weapon making, but only interested in how quickly the priest could make their chain-axe more powerful and deadly. That said, this Renegade, at least by the markings on his armor, didn't appear dedicated to Khorne, and even then most are smarter than this. Here were two orks, the Kommando looking to be relatively experienced. He is teamed up with a Tech Priest who already made known his intention to leave, and a chaos sorcerer with practically no armor, whose sole attempt to use the fickle powers of the warp has only hastened their need for escape. Even most lobotomized combat servitors know when to cut their losses, living again to fight another day and all that. The tech priest can only shout, "Come now Mr..." he has to pause when he realizes the Renegade hasn't even had the decency to introduce himself, "Whatever in the Gods your name is. Don't be dense and lets get out of here." Gozer doesn't stop to see if the Renegade stops his charge, but he sure didn't plan on helping. Essentially just going to leave luicypher to his fate. If the sorcerer decides to join the stupid brigade and also engage in combat, then I'll make some half assed shots with my las carbine while still moving for the exit from the sinking ork amalgamation.
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Vatra the Whisperer Vatra called out to the five who looked most at ease at the situation before them, unlocking their handcuffs along with removing their bomb collars. In a hushed tone he addressed the small group. "The Gods of Chaos are very generous to those that commit to them. You lot are the ones I deem most worthy of their attention and gratitude. Three of you arm yourselves from the corpses of those that you have slain, a stub revolver each. The two that remain gather shock batons and act as my vanguard. Perform notably in your charge and I promise the gifts of Chaos to be far more substantial than any reward you would garner from the Imperium of Man. Fight admirably alongside us and I assure that you will never fear a Commissar's bomb detonator again." The Apostate gives a nod to his gathering of possible recruits and heads towards the towering Dark Apostle, taking a moment to remove the cuffs and collar from the prisoner who had provided his 'ally' with information. The robed figure gave a deep, respectful bow to his traitor space marine compatriot and hands him the ring of keys to the restraints and bomb collars. "Apologies brother, I did not intend to swipe your well earned reward from battle, I only sought to act quickly to better motivate our new friends. I humbly suggest we only remove the bomb collars of those that prove themselves useful to us in the off chance that they decide they would rather follow the False God than become allied with Chaos, but it is a mere suggestion. I leave the control of the majority of our new friends in your capable charge. Do with them as you will, I am certain it will be the right decision. With another nod of respect and a reassuring smile the Apostate walked back out of the chapel, taking a moment to retrieve the plasma pistol from the Commissar's limp body. Not something he was accustomed to using, but practice makes perfect as they say. There he stood, observing his new band of followers arm themselves and waiting for his allies to join him, all the while drumming his fingers lightly over the bomb detonator now in his robe pocket. "I suggest we head for the maintenance elevator so that we may avoid the bulk of the Imperial forces on the ship, why fight our way off this seeming wreck of a ship if we can simply go around? Of course we could also head downstairs if you believe some more converts are in order. Though judging by the state of this ship I assume most have either already been evacuated to a new area or have simply drowned in their cells."
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Zegasi Living greenskins. The sight of orks made Zegasi tense; he hadn't been seconded to the Deathwatch, but he still felt the Imperial ethos. And yet...the Khornate heretek seemed to have the right of it. Shooting (or knifing) his way out of this would be shortsighted on account of the loss of half his armor (against experienced greenskins, no less) and the rising water. (Astartes warriors could breathe water, but it was doubtful that the two humans could as well.) The Khornate heretek, how incongruous. What was to be said? The man had a mouth on his face, but a brain too in his head. "I suggest that we all leave - I doubt very much that Gork and Mork hold drowning in high esteem." Zegasi "held" the bolter at the ready, just in case the group's attempts at diplomacy broke down, but made no effort to fire it as of yet. Instead he drew his combat "knife" and gestured past Gozer. "It seems lucky that I still carry my can-opener just for this sort of emergency, does it not?" Following Gozer's lead. I'll defend myself if attacked (with bolter or combat knife as the situation permits) but otherwise I'm heading out.
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Zegasi, Gozer and Victus on the torpedo room of a steadily sinking ork ship When Gozer tells the mek-boy the fate of his workshop the ork has an honest expression of sadness and disappointment in his face before throwing his arms up. "Oh Zog it all! Dis is why the Kaptin shouldn't have made dealz with Kaos Boys!" The Kommando Nob doesn't take his eyes off the tech-priest while he's talking, before finally answering. "Alroight cog-hummie. Youz goes yer way while we go ourz. This water plane-" whatever he would say is cut short as he sees Victus charging in his direction really fast while the other two Heretics back away and walk in the direction of a spent torpedo launching tube. The mek-boy is startled by this sudden attack and gives a fast snap shot with his Blasta. "OH WUT NOW???" he yells but the Renegade is too quick and the Ork accuracy doesn't help. (Hard Target saved you from getting hit by the mek-boy) The Kommando Nob is quick to bring his Choppa to encounter Victus's deadly chainsword swap. Sparks fly out as the two blades meet, both refusing to give ground.  "Youz just made a BEEEG mistake hummie!" the massive Ork says before riposting the Renegade's blade away with unexpected grace and sinking his own Choppa into Victus's arm holding the chainsword. The pain is immense as you feel strength fading away from your right arm, making you drop the chainsword to the metal floor and immediately vomiting on the ground. You glance at the damage and see a massive furrow open in your arm, torrenting blood out just like the walls of the workshop below torrented water. The Ork Kommando wastes no times pressing his advantage, he tries to feint the Renegade around with half-finished strikes, hoping to get him off-balance and then finish with deadly swipes at his chest, but the damage to his arm forced Victus in full adrenaline mode, and he avoids them all easily, ducking and side-stepping all the Ork's attacks. The Kommando smiles "Heh. Youz is real fast for a hummie, I'll give ya dat. But dat ain't gonna save ya!" Combat can get pretty complicated sometimes so lets take it turn by turn. Victus Turn: You Charge and hit the Ork, but he Parries the attack and has Counter Attack talent. His Counter Attack hits on your Right Arm. You try to Parry it with TN 73 (58 WS +5 Good Quality +10 Balanced). You roll 93 and fail the test. The Choppa is 1d10+12 Pen 2 Damage. You can soak 7 damage due to Armor + TB. He manages to do 14 damage to you, putting Victus at -5 Wounds straight into Criticals. The Damage is Rending and it hit you in one of your Arms, so it forces you to let go of you chainsword, and you're suffering from Blood Loss (Page 257 of BC Core Book) Ork Kommando Turn: He tries to Half Action Feint you. It's an Opposed Weapon Skill test that you win due to having Adroit (Weapon Skill) and getting 1 more DoS than him. He follows with a Half Action Swift Attack that hits 2 times, but you get lots of DoS on the Dodge (due to Step Aside) and save yourself from sure death. Due to suffering Blood Loss, you have a 10% chance of dying at the start of every round until you staunch the bleeding. At the start of your next Round you will roll a d10 on Orokos. If you roll a 1 you die. INITIATIVE Victus 12 Ork Kommando 7 ------- 18/18 Wounds 8 TB, AP 3 Body/Arms/Legs Ork Mek-Boy 6 ------- 15/15 Wounds 6 TB, AP 4 All Meanwhile, a few steps away from the fight, Zegasi and Gozer climb the nearest empty launching tube, both crawling upwards towards the dark red light coming from the skies. It takes a few moments to get out of the hole, the two Heretics look around to see themselves in the middle of an endless ocean. Directly in front of you is the wreck of an Imperial ship, right in the middle of both wrecks is a floating piece of landing zones with 3 humanoid figures on it, surrounding the body of some large creature. You also see a mist starting to creep all around you. To your left you spot a relatively flat piece of scrap metal hanging lose from the ship's hull. Gozer feels pretty certain he could easily separate the remaining metal links with his diverse tools. You both roll a -10 Awareness test. You can see the trio on the middle of the ocean, and vice versa. But it's still too far away to talk to eachother, even yelling at the tops of your lungs.
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Victus Death Roll is 4. Still alive, but barely. Bad. Bad. Very bad. Very, very stupid. This was a Kommando, after all, not a screaming Guardsman. The arm's useless for a bit... How to extract yourself from this situation? Quick. QUICK! Pick up the chainsword. Good thing your other hand is just as good as the bad one. Follow those two. RUN. Run as fast as you can after them. An odd thought crossed his mind. He decided that with nothing better to do (and to cover his escape), it might as well be worth it. "I am fast, Ork, but clearly not strong enough to compete with the likes of you." Victus declares, blood and vomit guttering from his mouth. "Tell your story of how you have beaten me to near bloody death on a sinking sink, only to let me go so that one day we might have an ever better fight. Maybe on an exploding space hulk or a field of battle covered with the blood of a thousand foes. Today, you are the biggest, strongest Ork. But someday, I will come back for you. And I will not be so weak." As quickly as he leapt into battle, Victus makes his escape after his comrades into the launching tube. He'd never live this down... If he lived through this at all. A prayer to the Dark Gods rushed through his mind. He felt like an abject failure, and would surely be rewarded as such unless he somehow managed to curry the favor of one of them in his foolish attempt to prove himself. pre:WS BS S T Ag Int Per WP Fel 58 28 50 35 60 27 40 33 30 Wounds: -5/14 Infamy: 1/1 Fatigue Level: 0 Initiative: 1d10+8 Movement: 6/12/36/36 SB: 5 TB: 3 Awareness: 40 Dodge: 70 Parry: 63 (Good Quality Chainsword) Armour: Body 6, all else 4 Weapons: Good Quality Human Chainsword: One-handed melee: 1d10+2R; Pen 2; Balanced, Tearing Special Abilities: Noteworthy combat traits: Adroit (+1 DoS on all WS checks) Quick and the Dead (+2 to Initiative) Blood Loss (10% chance to just up and die from blood loss on my turn) Combat talents: Jaded, Quick Draw, Rapid Reload, Sure Strike, Disarm, Ambidextrous, Swift Attack, Precise Blow, Hard Target, Preternatural Speed, Two-Weapon Wielder, Blade Dancer, Step Aside. .I'm assuming because the chainsword is on the ground next to me, I could probably Quick Draw pick it up as a free action and then make a full action to run like hell out of there. I really do hope I'm faster than that Ork, and that Hard Target comes into play to save my life yet again. Otherwise, we're leaving the sword and getting out of there. My life's way more important. As much as it would be fun to push my luck and try to kill him in a round, I'm already into Criticals, could end up dying even after I kill them, and can't take another hit. Discretion really is the better part of valor.
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Zegasi, Gozer and Victus, outside, on the hull of the sinking Ork ship "Oh, I knowz you will. Grahaha!" As Victus starts to grab his chainsword on the ground the Ork Kommando shoves him aside and picks your weapon for himself. "But not with dis. Dis will make a fiiiiine trophy. Or at leas' worth sum teef, hehehe. Consider dis a trade for yer dumb life hummie. NOW GIT GOING!" he yells at the renegade, before he starts heading his own direction in the torpedo room. The Mek-Boy is honestly confused. "Wot? We'z just lettin' 'im go??" he asks the senior Ork. The response is a smack in the face. "Shut yer trap and GIT GOING TOO! Now wherez dat helikopta you hid 'round here?" By all rights I should have made the Orks kill you but I'm feeling nice. You lost your chainsword though! You're still gonna lose Infamy points and gain Corruption points but I'm waiting to see if you die of Blood Loss first. Weaponless, bleeding and with his pride broken, Victus staggers along the way the other two Heretics went. He feels faint from the blood loss as he starts the climbing crawl but keeps going. Gozer and Zegasi turn around when they hear heavy panting and see the Renegade crawl out of the hole, his armor and clothes are thick with blood and he looks very pale, right on death's door. Before anything, Victus, roll another d10 for 10% Death Chance again. If he lives after that someone here can try a -10 Medicae test to staunch the bleeding. Reminder the renegade DOES have a medikit that gives +20 to Medicae tests!
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Very fair. I'll take it. Death Roll, please... And it's a 3! Victus Struggling titanically to climb the tube, despite his blood loss, Victus finally splays himself out on the ground when he gets to the landing. Realizing that he has just escaped - with his life no less - he also acknowledges that he is on the brink of death. drat it all... The bleeding won't stop... If he doesn't get some form of real aid soon, he's going to bleed out... He does have training in Medicae, but he simply lacks the intellect to have an intricate understanding of just what to do in this situation. Victus flashes back to some of his visions for a moment, before returning to reality. "Khornate!" he bellows, despite the injury. "I am Victus of Iocanthos, one of the last free scions of a world long subject to the will of the Corpse Emperor. I apologize for my foolishness, but as you can see I bear the cost and consequences of my idiotic attempt at surprise when disengagement was an option." Not wanting to offend the Chaos Gods, he bellows once more before falling quiet "KHORNE!!! I have failed to deliver you a skull, but as you see my blood issues forth, a tribute to you, as the price of my failure. I only wish to continue serving you and the rest of the Chaos Gods and seek to live to atone for my failings..." Victus falls silent in contemplation of what could very well be his inevitable demise. I'd make the Medicae Test (in fact, the roller will show that I at least rolled once before realizing that I might not be able to perform the test on myself) as I am the only person capable of using Medicae in this group (aside from Opifex), but I might not be able to - I don't have a rulebook on hand to check the skill listing. Regardless, I made my Death Roll check and I succeeded... For now. If Werix is willing, I will provide my medicae kit and Assist Gozer in stopping my blood loss with the Medicae test. LuiCypher fucked around with this message at 01:37 on Aug 22, 2014 |
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Bazroth, Word Bearer Bazroth accepted the keys. Flattery born of fear - not an unfamiliar response to his presence, loyalist or renegade. And yet even though the detonator could end their lives, the freedom provided by simple metal keys will uplift them... "I agree. Let them die with their ship. It breaks and cracks around us as we wait. To the elevator." Taking a moment to activate the crozius to burn the blood off, the marine takes a position at the front and goes as the prisoner told him. As the mob of possible converts follow, he considers the contents of what will be his first sermon on this strange planet.
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Zegasi The sorcerer still wished that he hadn't accidentally destroyed the Ork power source; his Power Trousers were beginning to stiffen up in this weather. At least he was clear of the sinking voidship; immediate survival might not be a problem, but withstanding potentially deep-sea pressures would be. Bootsteps resounded behind Zegasi and Gozer, heralding their "friend's" ignominious arrival. The Eversor was bleeding profusely from his sword arm - which certainly explained why it wasn't on his person. *Tsk tsk.* If he didn't get medical care he'd likely die from exsanguination. "Hah! It looks as if we have both had to swallow our pride this day! But regardless of circumstances, we should probably patch that cut up." He looked about with a sheepish expression. "I do not suppose, Gozer, that you might happen to have any skill at field medicine?" Mechanically speaking, your best bet will probably to have Gozer using the medikit for bandages/suturing while Victus gives directions for another +10 - assuming frajaq allows that. Barring that, just having Gozer do it by himself will get the best results out of anyone in the party. Peering about, the sorcerer spotted another voidship - an Imperial one at that - and some sort of landing platform between them. Could there be more survivors about? Perhaps Zegasi could make progress towards his (and his patron's) goals after all. Awareness (-10), TN 40: 1d100 82 (The +10 for Heightened Senses cancels the -10 for difficulty.) Looks like I've not noticed anything special.
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Lucius the Devourer Looking at the maintenance elevator for a moment, Lucius comments "You know, it's really lucky for us that this ship landed in the water oriented correctly. Imagine how fun it would be to traverse stairs and elevator shafts while it's sideways?" Still, there wasn't much point in delaying. While the prisoners arm themselves, Lucius makes his way to the elevator door and tries to call it.
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Erika the Red "Something's going on, fellows. I feel it in my gut, and my gut is never wrong. Look lively." Awareness vs 31: 6 At least I can sometimes pass the things that don't involve beating shrimp to death.
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Opifex Eager to look around further than his eyes could see, Opifex gets one of the large tires from the vehicle supplies crate and wrestles the inner tubing out of it. Setting the improvised flotation device down in the water, he jumps on it, certain that it would help offset some of the increased density his implants caused compared to a normal human, and make him buoyant enough to swim to the the augur a few metres away without sinking who knows how deep into the ocean. Exploring the ocean.
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Ariston the Hekatonkheir "'Something?,'" Ariston said sarcastically, hacking away another piece of rancid meat before lowering his knife and glancing warily around, bolt pistol held at the ready nonetheless. "Do you mean besides the suddenly encroaching mists, the capsizing Ork vessel, or the indigenous wildlife that wishes to kill us?" He turned to speak to the warpsmith only to find that the other Astartes had ideas of his own, repurposing a tire and using it as a crude floatation device to make for the nearby wreckage, perhaps in the hope of salvaging something useful. With a grunt he holstered both pistol and blade and unslung his bolter, the runes within his helmet's targeting display reminding him of his limited supply of ammunition. Still, while he would normally consider leaving someone as foolish to venture into these waters to their own devices his newfound "companions" might be the difference between escaping this planet and an ignoble death, and the bolter would be better at providing covering fire than his pistol would.
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Gozer Gozer is focused on how to break off the piece of metal to try and float on when he hears Victus shout out. Gozer's eyes go wide to see the man still alive, and even wider when he sees the blood issuing forth from the man's arm. He reaches forth to catch the falling man as he momentarily faints. The Renegade expects him to, staunch the bleeding? A visible twitch is seen on his face as his augmented brain tries to reconcile that with everything he knows and believes, and his mind is unable to. He reaches down and slathers his hand in blood. He marks his own armor with the stylized "K" of Khorne, and then makes the same mark upon the forehead of Victus. He then begins to trace the blood onto his power axe while constantly rewetting his hand from the wound and praying. "Oh God of Blood I thank you for this Gift. This loyal follower gives his blood so more may flow. Take this blood and infuse it with your rage! Take this blood and infuse it with your Hate! Take this blood and infuse it with your Spite! Let your Rage, Hate, and Spite flow from your blood and into this weapon. By the gift of this blood this weapon will bring it back unto you. This weapon will bring back to you blood 8 times over!" With the gliphs traced onto the blade with blood, Gozer stands. It is at that point he shakes his head to clear it, only to realize he did absolutely nothing to staunch the bleed. It's not wise to ask a Khornate to stop blood loss, doubly so a Sanguinary Smith. <Werix> 1d100 awareness DC10 <Hashutbot> Werix, awareness DC10: 14 [1d100=14] <frajaq> close! <Werix> 1d100 Medicae DC 56 <Hashutbot> Werix, Medicae DC 56: 93 [1d100=93] <Werix> esh <frajaq> rip Sorry Luicypher! Your only hope is to try and staunch your own bleeding or burn infamy to survive and hope you roll low enough.
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LuiCypher can do one single try of his own Medicae skill to staunch the blood loss before he has to roll the d10 DICE OF DEATH and wait for another chance when your trio encounters the trio in the ocean.
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frajaq posted:LuiCypher can do one single try of his own Medicae skill to staunch the blood loss before he has to roll the d10 DICE OF DEATH and wait for another chance when your trio encounters the trio in the ocean. nevermind, i misread that. i are dumb, and drunk on blood lust. Werix fucked around with this message at 04:04 on Aug 22, 2014 |
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That's after he dies, though. The d10 of death is to see whether he has enough blood left to not need that at all. I can also medicae better than you, even with my healing tentacle broken, if he manages to not dry out before we get together.
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Victus After hearing the mighty words of the Sanguinary Smith, Victus expects there to be some sort of dramatic effect. There isn't. "Well, Khornate." Victus coughs up some more blood. "You gave it a good try... For that, you have my thanks." Victus takes his medicae kit out. He didn't really have the knowledge to understand the intricacies of it, but his life depended on it - he would give it a drat good try. HOLY BALLS - Medicae Check at TN 37 (Base 27 Int, -10 Situation, +20 Kit) SUCCESS OF 22!!! LuiCypher fucked around with this message at 04:27 on Aug 22, 2014 |
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Zegasi Neither he nor Gozer had a clue about shutting large wounds, but it seemed that their fellow Eversor did. (Even though he seemed to be a trifle confused with himself on the details.) That was good - Zegasi didn't want to make a corpse from a comrade on his first "assignment" as a Heretic. And it would be particularly embarrasing if such happened due to...laxities on his part. Ah well...there was nothing else to do but to raise some spirits and make for the shore. "Ah, good on you! Let us see if we cannot find you some proper fluids to replace that blood lost; I bet that we could all use a stern drink!" Zegasi gave his fellow a good clap on the back (opposite the wound, of course) and gestured towards the rafts that remained unsunk. "And let us not forget those friends stranded with us. With all pitching in, I am certain that we may make landfall in due time." Despite his attempts at levity, the encroaching mists seemed an ill omen. 'Twas best to make camp before they blocked all vision...
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Zegasi, Gozer and Victus on the outside hull of the ork ship With the help of tourniquet and medical stapler from his useful medkit, Victus finally manages to stop the heavy bleeding that nearly cost him his life. The Renegade still feels very weak and his right arms hurts a lot, but at least he can stand up and don't feel very light-headed. With the bleeding soldier situation resolved, the two non-injured Heretics carefully walk over to the one loose piece of hull they can find, careful not to fall, since due to the earlier warp mishap the ork ship is sinking faster, tilting the hull a bit. With the help of various tools in his body Gozer screws off ork bolts that shouldn't work but apparently do! Even with his power armor mostly missing, the astartes body of Zegasi is useful in tearing linked parts of the hull that require more brute force than tools, something extremely common in ork engineering. Before the last bolt is screwed off, the three Heretics climb above the piece of metal, holding very very tight on what they can and with a final *SNAP* the piece of hull is separated as it starts to slide down the ork voidship. The piece of metal starts to gain speed and it rumbles at lot as it hits uneven parts of the hull. At the end near the waterline and in the path of the Heretics is a warped piece of scrap metal that conveniently forms a ramp. With a *SWOOOSH* the Heretics fly in the air a few seconds before landing in the water with a loud *SPLASH*. The improvised metal board floats forward for a few seconds before it hits the remains of a landing zone, with a marine in Mark 6 Power Armor and a pirate lady above it. You tree also see a traitor tech-marine floating in some tires towards the wreck of an augur array. And these trios are united! Zegasi, Gozer, Victus, Ariston and Erika the Red in a floating piece of landing zone. Event the sudden appearance of three more survivors isn't enough to shake off Erika's bad feeling at the mists surrounding them. It is paying attention north and squinting your eyes that you spot the potential trouble.  (nothing here is to scale  )Even with the dense mist surrounding them, the Pirate Princess sees the incoming silhouette of two small ships coming to the direction of the imperial ship wreck. They don't look particularly well made but are making steady progress. Surrounding them and acting as some kind of escort are three Furian Sea-Skimmers, much smaller than the salvage ships.   SOMEONE finally passes an Awareness test and sees this poo poo coming, well done Erika. They look pretty far away so you have plenty of time to introduce yourselves, interact, Medicae the injured, mess with loot, make plans, etc. Due to the mists, all Ballistic Skill tests are at a -10 Penalty, but Stealth tests have a +10 bonus. Opifex in the wreck of an Augur Array You hop off the tire and lands on a half destroyed hallway with the ceiling ripped off. You spot a maintenance door at the end of it while analyzing at your surroundings. Looking up you see that the various antennas/sensors in different heights that usually compose the augur array of Imperial ships look like to be either missing or completely destroyed. You walk forward on the only path possible until you reach the closed metal door, with the help of your enhanced strength and tools you force it open as you walk forward. You find yourself in the control room of the augur array. It is an claustrophobic room, even without your massive size in consideration. To your left you see a small shrine to the Omnissiah with various empty incense chambers, a red tattered banner with the cog of the Adeptus Mechanicus hanging above it. Right in front of it is a mass of rotting meat mixed with unknown metal parts, which you think its possibly the body of a tech-priest before he got eaten by the warp. More importantly however are the main cogitator, four secondary cogitators and several control screens around it. They all look initially completely out of power, which makes sense considering the situation of the augur array, but Opifex notices that one of the secondary cogitators fizzles back into life for a few seconds, spewing out an incomprehensible garble of data before dying again. You walk behind it and tear the protection panel off to spot a small power cell that miraculously survived and remains intact, although almost spent out. You reckon that you can turn this into something usable by a power weapon (even if extremely limited in uses) with a -30 Tech-Use test. Lucius, Bazroth and Vatra in cell block E 2, near a maintenance elevator A few of the prisoners have a look of disappointment when their bomb collars are not taken off, but they nonetheless follow you three faithfully as you walk towards the locked gates to the E 2 cell block. It takes a single swipe of the late commissar ID card for the gate to work, but just as it slowly begins to open its sturdy metal doors everyone hears a meaty and brutal *SPLAT* sound. The locked door opens to the new block to reveal a massive Khornate Juggernaut with a recently gored prisoner in its horns, pressing it at the ship's wall.  The entirety of this particular cell block, from floor to ceiling look completely covered in blood, gore and pieces of bone. A few meters from the Daemon is a medium-sized pile of skulls. The Juggernaut slowly walks back, shakes the body of the most recent victim off, takes a massive bite out of the body's upper torso, and after a few seconds of daemonic smoke coming out of its mouth, it spits a clean skull out, right into the pile. The prisoners just stare at the daemon, some of them shaking severely. One of the particular weak-willed ones, previously noticed by Vatra, soils his pants but remains utterly still. The crimson behemoth slowly turns around to face the group, gazing at everyone with glowing yellow eyes. A growling voice comes from within the smoldering jaws. "SKULLS I OWE MY MASTER AND SKULLS I WILL COLLECT. MY TIME HERE IS SHORT AND SOON I MUST BEGONE, BUT STRENGTH I STILL HAVE LEFT TO CRUSH ANYONE IN MY PATH. I HAVE COLLECTED ENOUGH FOR NOW SO I OFFER YOU THIS. ONE SKULL OFFERED FROM EACH OF YOU AND YOU PASS UNHARMED BY MY HORNS. WHAT WILL IT BE, MORTALS?" 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Gozer Gozer is very careful as their makeshit raft makes its way to the small floating landing pad between the ork ship, and what appears to be an Imperial ship. As they close to the small platform, Gozer sees two shapes on it, while a third shape appears to be using a tire as a makeshift raft and going off in another direction. As the raft makes a small *clank* upon landing on the small piece of landing zone, Gozer steps off, glad to be off the raft. Nothing but water as far as the eye can see worries the Tech-priest. While his best quality cranial implants are supposed to be totally sealed and water proof, he would rather not test out their capabilities. He sees before him three things of note. The most obvious is body of the dead giant shrimp. It could likely feed an entire village of people for at least a month. The next thing he notices is another astartes. He is initially wary of the astartes due to the nearly brand new Mark VI Corvus-pattern armor. But being the weaponsmith he is, Gozer's eyes dart right to his weapons and notices the telltale signs of warp corruption on his combi-bolter. The last thing he see, almost hidden behind the massive form of a (fully armored) astartes, is the lithe form of a woman. Judging by her garb likely some fallen noble, or perhaps rogue trader. Realizing that he stands no chance against an astartes, Gozer steps close with both his arms clearly out to the side to show he is unarmed, and then speaks, "Hello! I am Gozer, Sanguinary Smith of the Blood God Khorne. These two traveling with me are recent friends, and I will let them introduce themselves! If you are fellow travelers down the path of Damnation know that you are friend to me, so long as you desire me no harm. We appear to be in the same situation, and I suggest an alliance!" Frajaq, how close are those ships? I'm assuming that since being violently thrown through the warp and losing my arm armor that the benefits of my Armor Monger Talent are not in effect until I spend an hour re-adjusting it. If they look far enough off, I'll take my armor off and do my daily tightening of straps or whatever.
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Vatra the Whisperer Vatra tensed upon seeing the Juggernaut, not out of fear, but out of annoyance. It was just like the Blood God to ruin a good time with his blood lust. It seemed Khorne wanted to tax them for safe passage. Another time, another place and maybe this could end differently. However for now Vatra felt his group was weak, fractured, and lacking. The Apostate turned to his chosen 5 and spoke in a whispered tone as to not incite too much panic. "Backtrack to those that we have already slain, 5 corpses, 5 skulls, 5 of you. I'll let you figure out what to do next. If you're thinking of simply running away I'd like to remind you that the alternative exit is through men who will strap another bomb collar on your neck if they don't just toss you into a cell to drown. And do hurry, Juggernauts are not known for their patience." The robed figure wheeled around to face the grouping of followers the trio had gathered, scanning the weak-willed with a look of contempt. This was for the best, really, it was good to cull the weak from the herd so that they become stronger. Those who fall would only slow them down or cause undue trouble attempting to escape back to the Imperium in the future. What they really wanted were the bloodthirsty, the desperate, those who would do anything for their survival, those that Chaos would smile upon. Vatra positions himself between his two new comrades, both for protection and to further enforce the weight of his words. "Your first test is complete, accepting the true Gods into your heart. Now your second test begins. There are 25 of you in this room, you will prove yourselves worthy of Chaos. I command you to fight, fight one another until only 11 of you are left standing, left alive. Prey on the weak and slaughter them first, fight unfairly, fight brutally, anything less will get you killed. Those that refuse will be shot in the head by myself or one of my companions. If you all decide to rise up to attack us I will press a button and overpay this demon with all 25 skulls. Test me if you will, but I assure you that I will choose my life over yours in a heartbeat. You have a choice, you have a chance, as awful as this seems the odds are far better than what you would have gotten absorbing bullets for the Imperium. Once the victorious 11 have been chosen by glorious battle I will call for a stop. It will be the most beautiful thing you have ever heard in your lives and will signal your ascension to something above mere humans. Fight for your life and prove to yourselves and to us that you are capable individuals worthy of such praise and promise. Now, FIGHT!" Such a spectacle seemed more appropriate for a follower of Khorne than a Slaaneshi worshipper, yet desperate times call for desperate measures. And the screams of desperate men sound good no matter the reason. The Apostate watches the carnage with a smirk, holding the bomb detonator at the ready to end this if things turn for the worse. I certainly hope the demon enjoys the show. Korhal fucked around with this message at 05:41 on Aug 24, 2014 |
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Bazroth, Word Bearer Bazroth nodded at the human's words before kneeling before the daemon. "Indeed. Were the circumstances not so time-sensitive, I would demand you all prostrate yourselves before a blessed denizen of the Warp. Part of serving Chaos is recognizing that some are gifted with the will to survive, to fight, to enjoy, and to hope. At the other end of this task lies true freedom for you." Bazroth stood and held the keys aloft, jingling them. In the other hand, he raised the crozius with the eight-pointed icon hanging from it. "One of your new gods - those gods whose agents graciously rescued you from a watery grave - demands blood and skulls. Give them to him. Or have them taken from you by those more willing to serve." Command, TN 70 (+1 DOS due to Unnatural): 1d100 29 I have the talent that lets those under my command re-roll fear and pinning tests as long as they can see me. (Iron Discipline)
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Lucius the Devourer Giving a quick glance at the others, Lucius shrugs. If he thought they could be bullied into this so quickly... "Remember. The only one who cares if you live or die... is you."
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Ariston the Hekatonkheir The sound of something hitting the water nearby brought Ariston's bolter snapping around, leveling on the makeshift raft approaching their "island." Three people were aboard...a tech-priest, someone clad in what appeared to be the armor of an Imperial Guardsman, and another Astartes in possession of only the lower portion of his power armor, a sight that under different circumstances might almost be comical. He very nearly pulled the trigger, assuming them to be Imperial survivors of an Ork slaving raid making good their escape, but at the last moment his enhanced eyesight picked out the telltale sigil of Khorne emblazoned upon the tech-priest's robes. Still, he held his bolter at the ready as the unusual trio docked with their own floating platform, lowering it only after the tech-priest introduced himself. More castaways then...interesting. "No, I have no desire to do you any harm, tech-priest, at least for now. Though I can't say that I recall the last time I met one of your kind who openly venerated the Blood God. Cold logic and the heat of battle seldom go hand in hand," he said with a chuckle. "I am Ariston, known to many as the Hekatonkheir, and it seems that you have exchanged one perilous situation for another." He gestured towards the distant silhouettes bearing down upon them. "The natives I presume, no doubt come to salvage what they can from these wrecks. If they are anything like the local fauna you should anticipate hostilities once they arrive. Your friend there looks to be near death," he said, nodding his head at the wounded Guardsman, an ugly looking gash running along his arm. "Once I move these crates into a defensible position he can take cover behind one of them, though ideally not the one full of promethium." With that he began carefully dragging the massive crates across the platform, turning them into improvised barricades (being careful to keep the one laden with promethium far in the back), but once he was finished he turned his attention once again towards the carcass of the sea creature they had slain...this time with an eye towards tactical supremacy as opposed to survival. It was messy work, carving a firing port through the creature's chitin and flesh with his combat knife, but nothing that he hadn't done before in his long and storied history. The gathering mists would help conceal him, letting him strike with surprise on his side should the locals have no desire to parlay. Under better circumstances he would simply choose to seize the vessels for themselves, slaughtering any and all who dared oppose him, but a proper warband his newfound companions were not, and even he was currently understrength. I'll be dragging the two mainly worthless crates to the "north" of the platform for people to use as cover in case shooting starts. Then I'd like to do the same to the remains of the giant shrimp, turning part of it into a sort of armored firing emplacement/ghille suit. Look, you work with what you've got, okay? FYI Ariston has the Spectral Haunter special ability which means that any bonuses to Stealth or penalties to hit him based on visual hindrances are increased by 20, which means that he gets +30 to Stealth thanks to the mists and enemies are at -30 to hit him with ranged attacks right now.
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Lucius, Bazroth and Vatra in cell block E 2, near a maintenance elevator There are a few seconds of silence as the prisoners are stunned at the Heretics words. One of the weak-willed ones dares step forward to protest before a quick prisoner snaps his neck with a loud *CRACK*. What follows is the most primordial desperate savagery that lurks in the heart of every man. With nothing but their fists the prisoners fight will all the dirty tricks they can remember, tearing eyes out, kicking balls, biting ears off, as they add even more gore and blood to the floor of cell block E 2. The Juggernaut watches the savagery with silence, when Bazroth kneels before him the daemon talks to him with growls but doesn't bother turning his face. "THEY HAVE NOT FORGOTTEN TORAE IV. THE GRIFFONS THAT HOWL KEEP THEIR EYES OPEN, WORD BEARER. BEWARE THEM IN REALSPACE. DO NOT FAIL LIKE YOU HAVE DONE BEFORE." It is at this time that the last kill is made, as one of the weak prisoners is swarmed and his skull cracked in half. It looks like they exaggerated a bit and killed one more than necessary. Only ten prisoners remain, panting and injured, but alive, with plain fatigues now drenched in blood. The Khornate Daemon finally moves towards the dead corpses as the Korhal's fanatical five return with the ripped heads of the loyalists killed earlier. "THE DEAL IS MADE. BEGONE THIS PLACE BEFORE I RUN OUT OF PATIENCE AND GORE YOU ALL." You know have 15 prisoners instead of 30. With the passage granted, the Heretics and remaining prisoners swiftly walk towards the maintenance elevator while the Juggernaut starts his skull cleansing business, adding them to the pile bit by bit. Thankfully the big elevator still has power and the Comissar ID token allows swift access, although many buttons on it seem to be unavailable due to damage. Seeking higher ground before the ship sinks too fast, they press the button to the highest floor available. It's an uncomfortable trip of around 20 minutes in a cramped elevator until the doors opens to the upper ship levels of maintenance. The group finds themselves in one of this ship's many air recycling station, currently empty of people. Control stations, cogitators and weird machinery are spread everywhere. Nearby a few of them, they smell the weird incenses and burning oils of the Adeptus Mechanicus, a sickly sweet smell. There are two exits out of room, one down a wide lit hallway that seem to stretch to near infinity, and another in a rusted door with signs going up. Everyone here roll an +0 Awareness Test and an -20 Scrutiny test. I'll update for the outside people when more players post.
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Erika the Red A Khornate Tech-Priest, wounded warrior and a sorcerer walk into a bar... thought Erika, taking in the new arrivals. Still, she couldn't complain about having a few more guns and sharp objects around for when the distant ships arrived, and the sorcerer in particular could come in handy for dissuading the locals of any violent ideas. Nothing cowed the masses like warp-fire. "Greetings, brethren in Chaos. I am Erika the Red, and if you're in the market for dried recaf, lho-sticks, or mediocre porno, you've come to the right floating chunk of debris. All joking aside, the locals are probably going to try to eat us and take our stuff. We should hope for diplomacy and plan for combat." Nodding approvingly at Ariston's impromptu barricade, Erika sets about trying to appear busy by rooting around in the containers to check for anything that might be hidden, pocketing a pack of lho-sticks and a particularly racy picture in the process. Never know when those could come in handy, at least for Slaaneshi purposes. Edit: I am easily confused as to who is actually showing up. Dachshundofdoom fucked around with this message at 13:06 on Aug 26, 2014 |
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Gozer Gozer nods, "Greetings Ms. Red, and Hekatonkheir, I feel that together, we should be able to eek out survival here, whereever here is." Gozer looks at the surrounding crates, tisking in disgust at the stacks of erotic works. He then stares at the Hekatonkheir as he gets to work on the giant marine creature. A slight whirring can be heard from his cogitator implants. "I have an idea. We will likely be outnumbered. If we are to live to draw blood a later time, we need to either hide or use the element of surprise. What if we all hid inside the giant creature here? They would not search it for us. In best case scenario, they will leave it here upon taking taking the erotic works and lho sticks. At worst, we either use it for the element of surprise, or they might even take it upon their vessel, and we can act sabotage on the vessel, and draw much blood."
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Ariston the Hekatonkheir "We are on Furia, and if they come to take anything," Ariston said, gesturing towards the torn-open crate with his knife before resuming his work, "it will be the promethium. On a world as desolate as this fuel is doubtlessly valued highly. I doubt they are interested in haggling over it either. Your assessment of our combat strength is largely correct, though we number another Astartes." He pointed towards the nearby chunk of wreckage. "A warpsmith. His armor is more functional than your companion's as well. Still, three Astartes against multiple vessels...if we were better supplied I would not hesitate. Here and now, I agree that the element of surprise is crucial." He considered the tech-priest's suggestion...the creature's corpse was certainly large enough to conceal several people, even several Astartes in armor, though he doubted that the approaching natives would be foolish enough to bring them aboard ensconced within the remains unless they were as witless as ogryn. "Your plan has some merit," he said, "though perhaps someone should remain visible to help explain how this creature came to be slain in the first place. They might also serve as a lure to goad the reckless and foolish into an ambush. I suppose they could also try speaking with them," he said with an indifferent shrug, making it clear how highly he regarded that idea. FireSight's eyestalk dude is actually still on the Imperial ship, we've got the guy who tried picking a fight with an Ork and lost. I'd still love some Medicae from someone before we get to fighting again, just sayin'. Kai Tave fucked around with this message at 06:29 on Aug 26, 2014 |
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