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 Akh Regiment, Sesostris Company. The Fist of the Cyclops. Once among the finest forces not only among the Spireguard, but in the entirety of the Imperium. Now what was it? A herd of shambling mutants mostly, though it's status as one of the greatest siege-breaking forces in existence was unchanged. The tzanngor that make up a near majority of it's forces were surprisingly adept at close quarters combat. The brutality of the Sesostris was matched only by it's Captain, the sorceress Wadjet:  No mere spellcaster, Wadjet was at the forefront of every charge, crushing all before her with a mighty thunderhammer. Though lacking the mutations so common of her bestial company, she's earned the affectionate nickname/title of Wargor among the beastmen. Less favored is the Akh Regimental Commander, Karen. An effeminate and bookish schemer, Karen rarely if ever left the regiment's transport or his precious charts and graphs, preferring to lead from over the comms. The weakling. But it was precisely this tendency that might save your bacon tonight. While most of the Spireguard transports were with the fleet, Karen keeping his grounded as a makeshift base meant that you had a fighting chance to not be left on this miserable frozen rock to be slaughtered. Hurrah for lazy generals! Captain Wadjet lost no time in rounding up the warherd and calling an immediate retreat back to the ship. Unfortunately a Thousand Sons sorcerer, and his cadre of rubrik marines, is making his way there as well. There's little to no chance that Karen will wait for you expendable fuckers if the astartes make it there first. To make matters worse, a Space Wolf drop pod landed in the direction of the ship, and behind you the sound of howling has grown increasingly loud. Likely the horde of Kaerls that had been making potshots at you during your leisure time. Even the more athletic among your number are beginning to feel the burn in your lungs when a loud crack rings out and the a young gorling falls. Screaming in frustration the Captain seizes hold of her adjunct and bellows in his goaty face: "Get these laggards to the damned ship or I'll have your hide!" before tossing him aside. Wadjet means to make a last stand to buy the regiment time! One or two of the most suicidal gors have stopped to join her as well, but not near enough to defeat the force coming over the hill. Do you join her? Or keep with the rest of the regiment to face the astartes ahead? Also post a char sheet. Schizotek fucked around with this message at 07:20 on Oct 26, 2016 |
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"I'm not letting Wadjet die alone. MOVE IT REMUS YOU LITTLE SHITE! SET UP THERE!" Max sprints forward hefting his lascannon whilst Remus runs behind him cradling the tripod. They assemble the Lascannon once they are caught up to their Captain. Maximilian looks around the Battlefield, taking it in and seeing the nature of the enemy advance. Shoot, Move, Repeat. All they gotta do to get the Captain clear and continue the retreat.pre:Name: Maximilian "Max" Fightmaster Specialty: Heavy Gunner Demeanour: Death-wish Comrade: Remus Demeanour: Coward Characteristics: WS 40 (40) BS 55 (45 + 5[Regiment] + 5[Dedication]) S 40 (40) T 40 (38 - 3[Regiment] + 5[Specialty]) Ag 40 (37 + 3[Regiment]) Int 42 (42) Per 42 (42) WP 42 (37 + 5[Regiment]) Fel 41 (41) Wounds: 15 Fate: 1 Insanity: 16 Corruption: 15 Aptitudes Ballistic Skill Defence Fellowship Intelligence Offence Perception Toughness Willpower Experience: 3,000/3,000 Advances: Armour-Monger (450) Comrade Advance: Loader (250) Dodge (200) Lasgun Volley (200) Las Weapon Expertise (300) Las Weapon Mastery (400) Mighty Shot (400) Trade (Armourer) (100) Tech-Use (200) 2,500 exp Milestone Dedication: Ballistic Skill Awareness (200) Nerves of Steel (300) Comrade Advances Loader Psyker Powers Biomancy Enfeeble Skills: Athletics Awareness Common Lore (Imperial Guard, Imperium) Common Lore (War) +10 Dodge Forbidden Lore (Adeptus Astartes) Intimidate Linguistics (High Gothic) Navigate (Surface) Tech-Use Trade (Armourer) Talents: Armour-Monger Enemy (Imperium) Favoured by the Warp Hatred (Space Wolves) Iron Jaw Lasgun Volley Las Weapon Expertise Las Weapon Mastery Mighty Shot Nerves of Steel Peer (Chaos) Psy Rating 2 Resistance (Fear, Psychic Powers) Sprint Weapon Training (Chain, Heavy, Las, Low-Tech) Traits Psyker Gifts of the Gods Detachable Limbs Malign Sorcerer (Biomancy) Vampiric Addiction Gear Lascannon Lascarbine w/4 charge packs Flak Helmet Flak Vest 2 frag grenades 2 smoke grenades anointed Toolkit combi-tool dataslate additional regimental kit Viva Miriya fucked around with this message at 09:25 on Oct 26, 2016 |
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 "Hmm," Zuun ponders scruntily, "If esteemed sorcerer has difficulty reaching the shuttle, we will have more time." Zuun looks for a local authority figure like a Sergeant but there's not a one in sight. "Perhaps sorcerer will have problem of Kaerl sniper shooting his leg. Perhaps shuttle will have difficulty taking off." pre:Name: Zuun the Goatling Archetype: Crafty Tzaangor Aptitudes: Agility, Ballistic Skill, Fellowship, Fieldcraft, Finesse, Perception, Social, Toughness, Willpower Characteristics: WS: 35 25 +10 BS: 56 25 +16, +5 (Sorcerers) +10 (Advance) S: 32 25 +7 T: 30 25 +10, -10 (Crafty) +5 (Advance) Ag: 60 25 +20, +10 (Crafty) +5 (Advance) Int: 32 25 +7 Per: 50 25 +10, +10 (Crafty) +5 (Advance) WP: 38 25 +8, +5 (Sorcerers) Fel: 37 25 +12 Wounds: 6 Fate: 1 IP: 10 CP: 17 Move: 5/10/15/30 Skills: Athletics+10 Awareness +10 Common Lore (Imperium)(War) Deceive Dodge +0 Linguistics (High Gothic) Navigate (Surface) Stealth +10 Trade (Cook) Comrade: Spotter Set-Up Shot Talents: Favoured by the Warp Deadeye Shot Enemy (Imperium) Hatred (Space Wolves) Heightened Senses (ALL) Light Sleeper Peer (Chaos) Psy Rating (1) Mighty Shot Resistance (Psychic)(Fear) Sharpshooter Sprint Weapon Training (Las)(Solid Projectile) Traits: Bestial Fear (1) Size (Weedy) -10 to be hit, +10 Stealth, -1 Move Unnatural Agility (1) Psyker Psyker Power: Choir of Poxes Gifts: Magnificent Horns Charge cannot be parried, +10 minion loyalty Icon of Blasphemy Gain Fear 3 for 1 round per session, -20 Willpower Test to extend by 1 round Darksoul Fear (1), Fear (2) vs Psykers Gear: Prospero Pattern Lascarbine 85m S/2/ 1d10+3 E 0 50 Reliable, Ogryn-Proof 4.5kg Rare, 4 charge packs Flak Vest, Helmet 2 Frag Grenades 2 Smoke Grenades Good Craftsmanship Sniper Rifle with telescopic sight Chameleoline Cloak 1 combi-tool 1 data-slate 1 9-70 entrenching tool 1 anointed toolkit Advances: 2950/3000 Ballistic Skill +5 100 Ballistic Skill +10 250 Agility +5 100 Perception +5 100 Toughness +5 250 Stealth +10 200 Dodge +0 200 Awareness +0 100 Awareness +10 200 Spotter 250 Set-Up Shot 300 Sharpshooter 300 Mighty Shot 600 Skellybones fucked around with this message at 05:09 on Nov 1, 2016 |
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 Robo-Lord Thraxxus hovers 1 meter off the ground, his legs crossed, as he considers the situaton at hand, and his comrades' opinions.... He turns to Zuun, and softly rasps through his vox grille, "...Perhaps I catch your drift, Zuun. And perhaps I think that your implied plan is a sound one. Also, If one of our esteemed Thousand Sons lords were to have suffered damage to his power armor, they would be pleased to arrive on the shuttle to find me already there, ready to perform the ministrations of maintenance. Let's honor Captain Wadjet's sacrifice, and advance onwards." He drops lower to the ground and leans in closer to Zuun, and whispers, "I trust you aren't using tracer rounds?...And can your spotter be trusted?" pre:Name: Robo-Lord Thraxxus Homeworld: Prospero Specialization: Tech-priest Engineer>Enginseer Prime Commander Personality: Maverick Regimental Doctrine: Light Infantry Training Doctrines: Die Hard, Iron Discipline Regimental Drawback: Lost and Damned Aptitudes: Ballistic Skill, Intelligence, Toughness, Willpower, Tech, Knowledge, Perception, Agility Servitors: 2/9 Servitor #1: Beta-9, Multitask Servitor (Unsettling Visage) Servitor #2: C5-G0T0, Gun Servitor /w Multilaser, 40 BS, (Sturdy Construction) WS: 35 (25+10) BS: 54 (25+ 19)[+5 adv][+5 Homeworld] S: 36 (25+11) T: 43 (25+16) [-3 Regiment][+5 adv] Ag: 40 (25+12) [+3 Regiment] Int: 65 (25+ 20) [+5 class][+5 Homeworld][+10 adv] Per: 37 (25+12) WP: 41 (25+16) Fel: 32 (25+7) 19 16 16 12 12 11, 10 7, pre:Combat Block: WS BS S T AG INT PER WP FEL 35 54 36 43 40 65 37 41 32 (Int Bonus: 8) Initiative: 1d10+9 Wounds: 11/11 Fate: 1/1 Armor: Head: [06] Body: [07] Arms/Legs: [4], +1vs. blast Armor+TB: Head: [10] Body: [11] Arms/Legs: [8] +1vs. blast Dodge: 40 Movement: 4/8/12/24 Combat Talents: Machine (4) Technical Knock Favored by the Warp Resistance (Psychic, Fear) CC PP Lascarbine: Basic 85m S/2/ 1d10+3 E Pen0 50 Half Reliable, Ogryn-Proof CC Laspistol [Mounted]: Pistol 30m S/2/ 1d10+1 E Pen0 50 Half Reliable, Compact CC Fallen Omnissian Axe: Melee 1d10+3 E Pen6 Power field, Unbalanced CC Utility Mechadendrite: Melee 1d5 R Pen2 Mono, Defensive GC Servo-Arm: Melee 2d10+14 I Pen10 Unwieldly, GC: +5 WS CC M29 Multi-Laser [Servitor]: Heavy 150m //5 2d10+10 E Pen2 100 2Full Reliable Wounds: http://orokos.com/roll/442185: 11 Fate: http://orokos.com/roll/442186 1/1 Corruption: http://orokos.com/roll/442180: 11 Mutations: http://orokos.com/roll/445330: 40, 17 (Tome of Corruption) Liquid Dinosaur fucked around with this message at 14:44 on Nov 10, 2016 |
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Balthazar Burnspite While everyone else loses their minds, Balthazar can't keep a grin off his face. Retreat, disaster, failure -- none of it could make this day worse. Any day you get to kill dogs is a good day. Any day you live through it is better. "Hnn. Time to get up. Carry the cannon, little targets coming." A nudge gets his ammo lugger moving, and Balthazar hoists his multilaser with a laborer's strength as he looks for a decent vantage point from which to cover the rearguard. Turning around to massacre some kaerls, and hopefully keep an officer who's actually worth a drat alive strange voice roll: 1d10 7 Balthazar sounds like a little girl today pre:Name: Balthazar Burnspite Specialty: Heavy Gunner Aptitudes: General, Ballistic Skill, Defence, Fellowship, Offence, Perception, Toughness, Willpower, Agility Comrade: Any one of an interchangable mass of beastmen who can lift, carry, and serve as improvised bipods Characteristics: http://orokos.com/roll/443608 WS: 33 = 25 + 08 + 00 + 00 BS: 58 = 25 + 18 + 05 + 10 S: 45 = 25 + 20 + 00 + 00 T: 54 = 25 + 17 + 02 + 10 Agi: 48 = 25 + 15 + 03 + 05 Int: 33 = 25 + 08 + 00 + 00 Per: 37 = 25 + 12 + 00 + 00 WP: 37 = 25 + 12 + 00 + 00 Fel: 36 = 25 + 11 + 00 + 00 wounds and fate: 2#1d10 4 6 Initiative: 1d10+4 Wounds: 14 Fate: 1 Armor: AP 3 chest 2 head, +1 vs blast Dodge: 58 Parry: lol insanity and corruption: 2#4d5 10 7 Insanity: 10 Corruption: 7 Skills: Survival Common Lore (Imperial Guard, War) Intimidate Linguistics (High Gothic, Low Gothic) Navigate (Surface) Talents: Iron Jaw Weapon Training (Las, Low-Tech, Heavy, SP) Resistance (Fear, Psychic) Favored by the Warp Enemy (Imperium) Peer (Chaos) Hatred (Space Wolves) Sprint Mutations: Strange Voice Traits: Planet of the Sorcerers: Psyker 1, +5 FL, Curse of the Raven Gear: CC MP Lascannon CC M41 Multilaser Standard Kit: Lascarbine w/ 4 packs flak vest & helmet 2 frag grenades, 2 smoke grenades XP Spent: 2900/3000 +500 MANMODE simple BS 250 simple AG 250 simple TGH 100 intermediate TGH 250 dodge trained 100 dodge +10 200 bulging biceps 450 stabilize 300 step aside 400 intermediate BS 500 --sentry-- lasgun barrage 400 pre:Combat Block: WS BS S T AG INT PER WP FEL 33 58 45 54 48 33 37 37 36 Combat Talents: Stabilize Bulging Biceps Lasgun Barrage CC MP Lascannon 300m S// 5d10+10 E Pen10 5 2 Full Proven (3) CC PP Lascarbine 85m S/2/ 1d10+3 E Pen0 50 Half Reliable, Ogryn-Proof CC M41 Multilaser 150m //5 2d10+10 E Pen2 100 2 Full Reliable Initiative: 1d10+4 Wounds: 14 Fate: 1 Armor: AP 3 chest 2 head, +1 vs blast Dodge: 58 w/ step aside
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Khrannahk The beastigor strides forward, shoving aside his would-be second. Disdain drips from his muzzle with a fierce snort. Even after the almost brutal march his body aches for combat. The furnace within is stoked by his hatred for the Astartes dogs. "We will not cower. Let them come and we will break them." pre:Name: Khrannahk the Siegebreaker Archetype: Tzaangor -> Tzaangor Aptitudes: Agility*, Ballistic Skill, Defence, Offence, Strength, Toughness, Weapon Skill, Willpower Characteristics: WS: 50 (25+20) [+5 Advance] BS: 33 (25+ 8) S: 60 (25+20) [+10 Class] [+5 Advance] T: 51 (25+14) [+10 Class] [-3 Regiment] [+5 Advance] Ag: 42 (25+14) [+3 Regiment] Int: 34 (25+ 9) [-5 Class] [+5 Homeworld] Per: 37 (25+12) WP: 46 (25+11) [+5 Homeworld] [+5 Dedication] Fel: 21 (25+ 6) [-10 Class] Wounds: 30/30 Fate: 1/1 IP: 16 CP: 21 Skills: Athletics +10 Awareness [+10 Mechanoid] Common Lore (Imperium) Common Lore (War) Dodge +10 Intimidate Linguistics (High Gothic) Parry +10 Survival Talents: Berserk Charge Bulging Biceps Die Hard Enemy (Imperium) Frenzy Hatred (Space Wolves) Iron Discipline Iron Jaw Favored by the Warp Heightened Senses (All) Peer (Chaos) Resistance (Fear, Psychic) Unarmed Warrior Weapon Training (Chain, Heavy, SP) Traits: Auto-Stabilised Brutal Charge (1) Fear 1 (2 vs Psykers) Machine 1 Planet of Sorcerers Psyker Psy Rating 1 Stampede Sturdy Unnatural Agility +1 Unnatural Strength +1 Unnatural Toughness +1 Gifts: Darksoul Magnificent Horns Mechanoid Gear: Ripper Gun Combat Shotgun w/ 4 clips Flak vest and helmet 2 Frag 2 Smoke Combi-tool Data slate 9-70 entrenching tool Annointed toolkit Lascutter (squad) 6 Demo charges (squad) Siege Auspex (squad) Chimaera (squad) Advances: 2800/3000 Parry 100 Parry +10 250 Awareness 300 Dodge 100 Dodge +10 250 Strength +5 100 Toughness +5 100 Frenzy 200 Berserk Charge 200 Bulging Biceps 300 Unarmed Warrior 200 Weapon Skill +5 100 Battle Rage 300 ---------------------------------- Weapon Training (Chain) 300
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Zuun "We are very quiet, very dark. Not using a lasgun either! How could Zuun be unnoticed with a beam of light?" Zuun will head towards the space marines then.
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Thraxxus "Very well. This way, minions!" Thraxxus floats off behind Zuun, his two servitors stomping along in tow. Liquid Dinosaur fucked around with this message at 02:04 on Oct 28, 2016 |
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Oct 27, 2016 04:18
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 Anna Abhorrent Anna swings around the side of the group clustered around the captain. With a malicious cackle she yells "AHAHAHAHA, LET THEM COME AND BREAK THEMSELVES AGAINST THE IRON WILL OF A SORCERESS" She was, of course, referring to herself and not Wadjet. Anna couldn't stand to be one upped by that two-bit no-named hussy and refuses to acknowledge that she was given command for a reason. Anna's reason for staying with the group was more petty, she was hoping to bear witness to the captain brought low before all this was over - conveniently ignoring the fact that Karen's downfall would almost certainly herald her own. Anna wanted to be there when that happened, but it also gave her ample opportunity to flash fry some Space Wolves before this was all over. pre:Name: Anna Abhorrent Specialization: Sanctioned Psyker Aptitudes: Intelligence, knowledge, Perception, Psyker, Strength, Willpower, Toughness, DeathSandwich fucked around with this message at 02:23 on Oct 28, 2016 |
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 Mila Mila pokes her head out of her chimera's hatch, ears twitching anxiously. "I think it'd be smarter if I backed up the regiment. Some extra firepower will sure help keep those barking bastards off of us!" While she didn't reaally want to get in a direct fight with the space marines, she'd rather try to bust a hole through enemy lines so everyone can make it back alive for another day. And she has her nice, safe tank. Hopefully the wolves don't try to piss on it. pre:Characteristic Bonus: +10 Perception, +10 Agility, and 10 Toughness. Starting Aptitudes: Agility, Ballistic Skill, Fellowship, Fieldcraft, Finesse, Perception, Social. Starting Skills: Athletics+10, Awareness or Stealth, Deceive, Trade (Cook). Starting Talents: Deadeye Shot, Heightened Senses (ALL), Light Sleeper, Weapon Training (Las, Solid Projectile). Starting Traits: Bestial, Size (Weedy), Unnatural Agility (1) Name: Mila Specialization: Crafty Tzanngot Aptitudes: Agility, Ballistic Skill, Fellowship, Fieldcraft, Finesse, Perception, Social. WS: 35 = 25 + 10 BS: 43 = 25 + 13 + 5[Reg] S: 32 = 25 + 7 T: 27 = 25 + 12 - 10[Cat] Agi: 65 = 25 + 20 + 10[Cat] + 10 Int: 36 = 25 + 11 Per: 48 = 25 + 13 + 10[Cat] WP: 42 = 25 + 12 + 5[Reg] Fel: 49 = 25 + 14 + 10 Wounds: 10/10 Fate: 3/3 Insanity: Corruption: Skills: Atheletics+10 Stealth Decieve Trade(cook) Awareness +10 Charm +10 Talents: Deadeye Shot Heightened Senses (ALL) Light Sleeper Weapon Training (Las, Solid Projectile). Hard Target Traits: Bestial Size (Weedy) Unnatural Agility (1) Powers: Hellshriek (WP instead of Corruption) Gifts/Mutations: Third Arm Epileptic 2500/2500 AWareness, +10 300xp Operate, +10, +20 600xp Dodge 200xp Acrobatics 100xp Hard Target 300xp Fel +10 350xp Charm, +10, 300xp Agility +10, 350 Xun fucked around with this message at 08:27 on Nov 3, 2016 |
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As the rest of the regiment marches off towards the ship, Wadjet and her motely crew of Tzaangor and- "Oh Tzeentch damnit, the skeleton guy is broken again!" Indeed, the "skeleton guy" isn't moving, simply staring ahead mouth agape, as though silently screaming in horror at his own pointless existence.  Wadjet taps him gently with her hammer's haft. He sways a bit, but remains standing still. "Can't leave him for the wolves. Strap him to the tank I guess?" A couple of tzanngor chain him to the front of Mila's tank before marching off. As the army leaves, the first of the pursuing kaerls comes over the hills:  Swiftly by two more wolf riding warriors:   Yet more kaerls, none of them riding wolves thankfully, crest the hill. Despite the cold they all seemed to be half-dressed in furs, and maybe one in three carry a gun. What the hell was wrong with the Space Wolves that they couldn't be bothered to give their soldiers proper weapons and armor? With a fearsome warcry, the lead wolfrider charges forward chaingun blazing. Her warband follows suit, whooping and hollering like idiots.  The situation as it stands, two npc tzanngors are with you guys and Wadjet, they'll follow Khrannahk's lead. Army-Crew You all keep marching with the army for some time, behind you you can hear screaming, the sound of gunshots, and other poo poo to be decided. After another kilometer or so, you come across a sight that fills you with dread. Two drop pods, one much larger than the other.   No sign of what was in them. In the distance you can see the troop transport. The direct rout takes you through an icy ravine, with sheer glacial walls. Wadjet's surrogate seems to be determined to go through it. Schizotek fucked around with this message at 07:09 on Nov 7, 2016 |
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Balthazar Burnspite Balthazar sneers as the psychotic fur-wearing barbarians crest the hill and gestures to his latest ammo lugger with his multilaser. "You know the drill. Kneel and hold." Then he sights in on the toughest of the bunch and fires from the galaxy's most convenient bipod. I'm going to assume those are 10m squares, putting the targets well within multilaser range. initiative vs kaerls: 1d10+4 11 Half-aim, then full auto burst with stabilize at the nearest wolf rider, walking the shots if I get a kill. stabilized multilaser FA: 1d100 18 that's vs 78, meaning 5 hits! multilaser damage vs kaerls: 5#2d10+10 18 15 22 14 17 at pen 2 pre:Combat Block: WS BS S T AG INT PER WP FEL 33 58 45 54 48 33 37 37 36 Combat Talents: Stabilize Bulging Biceps Lasgun Barrage CC MP Lascannon 300m S// 5d10+10 E Pen10 5 2 Full Proven (3) CC PP Lascarbine 85m S/2/ 1d10+3 E Pen0 50 Half Reliable, Ogryn-Proof CC M41 Multilaser 150m //5 2d10+10 E Pen2 100 2 Full Reliable Initiative: 1d10+4 Wounds: 14 Fate: 1 Armor: AP 3 chest 2 head, +1 vs blast Dodge: 58 w/ step aside
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Khrannahk With a bellow, the tzaangor moves forward. The withered trees and the enemy's lack of discipline will protect him. Their zeal is just that, all fire and no form. It will fall before a fire that burns that much hotter. Khrannahk has already forgotten his fatigue as the rage starts to bubble up inside of him. The gors behind him keep close at his heels, to so speak. They will feed their bloodlust today with wolf meat and man flesh. Moving up at a run, using the trees as cover. pre:WS BS S T Ag Int Per WP Fel 50 33 60 51 42 34 37 46 21 Wounds: 30/30 Fate: 1/1 Armour: Body 3, Head 2 Parry 60 Dodge 52 Ripper 30m S/-/6 1d10+8 I Pen 0 48/48 2F Ogryn-Proof, Scatter Shotgun 30m S/3/- 1d10+4 I Pen 0 18/18 Full Scatter Unarmed --- ----- 1d10+7 I Pen 0 ----- ---- Primitive 7 Frag 21m S/-/- 2d10 X Pen 0 2/2 ---- Blast 3, Ogryn-Proof Smoke 21m S/-/- ---- - Pen 0 2/2 ---- Smoke 9
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As the tank rumbles to a stop and the soldiers begin to maneuver into battle, the skeleton strapped to the front of the vehicle begins to convulse and rattle, two small embers smoldering in its empty eye sockets. Its hands spasm and clench as it begins to strain against the leather straps holding it onto the vehicle, its feet making a staccato rhythm against the hull as life rages through its decrepit body. Its jaw clacks open and shut and then hangs open in an otherworldly cry of frustration, the embers in its eye sockets erupting into spheres of fire that trails upwards and outwards from its skull. It lunges forward with all of its might, the leather straps creaking and snapping as it stumbles forward from where it's been displayed, hunched forward as its back and shoulders heave with labored breath. The massive skeleton throws it head back and screams out into the sky, its fists clenched at its sides, before turning its furious gaze on the enemies before it. It heeds no commands or calls and simply begins to charge across the no man's land towards its foe, flame beginning to surge around its bones and pulsating with the beat of the shriveled heart hanging in its chest.  Name: Roger Archetype: Brutal Tzanngor Aptitudes: Ballistic Skill, Defence, Offence, Strength, Toughness, Weapon Skill, Willpower, Agility Characteristics: WS: 55 (45+10) BS: 30 (25+5) S: 60 (40+10+10) T: 61 (41+10+10) Ag: 35 (35+3-3) Int: 27 (32-5) Per: 33 WP: 39 (34+5) Fel: 25 (35-10) Wounds: 30/30 Fate: 2/2 IP: 10 CP: 27 Skills: Athletics +10 Common Lore (Imperium, War) Intimidate Linguistics (High Gothic) Navigate (Surface) Parry+10 Survival Talents: Berserk Charge Combat Master Die Hard Enemy (Imperium) Favored by the Warp Hatred (Space Wolves) Heightened Senses (ALL) Iron Discipline Iron Jaw Peer (Chaos) Resistance (Psychic, Fear) Sprint Sure Strike Weapon Training (Heavy, Solid Projectile, Chain) Unarmed Master Unarmed Warrior Traits: Auto-Stabilised Brutal Charge (1) Psy Rating 1 Stampede Sturdy Unnatural Strength (+1) Unnatural Toughness (+1) Unnatural Agility (1) Gifts: Burning Skeleton Budy - entire body catches on fire, also a skeleton Flaming Skull Face - skin from head rips away and skull catches on fire Uncontrollable Flatulence - fart when attacked Gear: Common Craftsmanship Ripper Gun 3 frag grenades Flak Armor Advances: 2500/2500 WS+10 350 S+10 350 T+10 300 Parry +10 300 Berserk Charge 200 Unarmed Warrior 200 Sure Strike 200 Combat Master 300 Unarmed Master 300
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