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Post by Yrmengardis Avrasul on Apr 1, 2014 20:57:54 GMT
Brother-Adept Theodoros Ikarion - Defensive Line Awareness vs. Per (54) with Heightened senses and Armour (+20): 46, success by 28
Theodoros thudded towards the line, making a more detailed analysis of the situation than he could have done from the ship earlier. He immediately saw the line was a mess. The 'defensive'line was little more than a shallow trench across the road fortified with spare furniture and supply crates. The fire from the heretics was punching through it like paper, and casualties were high. This would simply not do. Especially since there seemed to be two Chimera APC's of the Imperial Guard just sitting in the northeast corner of the square, doing absolutely nothing. The heavily armoured APC's had a multilaser turret each, and would both shore up the defensive line and provide extra firing power. Why had nobody bothered to - of course, the fools. There was disagreement. They were arguing over something. With a dissatisfied shake of his head he swerved away from the front lines again. As much as he wished to go forth and slay the heretics amassing in the streets, if he could enlist the two vessels into the service of the Emperor to dispense his mercy... The heretic threat would be crushed that much faster and more efficiently. The steel plating of the ships was far superior a defense against them than simply standing there and dying. Defense would become offense as soon as he started pushing the vessels forward. For the glory of the Emperor, he would shut up these fools wasting the power of the machine spirits sitting behind them idly, a sitting invitation for heresy. As Theodoros grew closer, his excellent hearing soon picked up the conversation around the Chimeras. A man in an officer's trenchcoat was banging on the sealed hatch of one of the Chimeras, visibly frustrated. "Sir, please, at least give us one!" The other guardsmen around the APCs saw Theodoros approach and dropped to one knee, bowing their heads in reverence. The officer continued to bang on the hatch. "Go away, Major! These vehicles have been requisitioned for our needs!" "Sir, I repeat myself, without the firepower of these vehicles our line may collapse!" "Don't make me hang you by your toenails, Major! Why aren't you manning the line out there?!" The argument seemed likely to continue.
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Post by Yrmengardis Avrasul on Apr 1, 2014 21:00:40 GMT
Lucian Sanguineus Parade Structures, West Wing / City Streets, Fellowship WayLucian's aim was steady, lining up for the perfect shot. The stalker bolt round coughed out of the barrel with a near-silent whisper, landing perfectly on the joint between the target's pelvis and thigh. The armour-piercing round penetrated the body before exploding. The heretic's body went one way and his leg flew the other, leaving him crumpled on the ground in horror and pain. He did not scream, and hardly moved, too deep in shock to react as his body rapidly pumped blood out of the terrible hole that used to be his leg and groin. Lucian SanguineusParade Structures, West Wing / City Streets, Fellowship Way
Lucian looked at his handiwork, and gave a satisfied nod. The sentry would not live long enough to raise the alarm, and the sight of blood was always something that he could appreciate. The shot couldn't have been more perfect. Awareness to see if it is still safe to cross: Challenging Perception (+0), +10 from Heightened Senses, target 53
[18:59] < Lucian Sanguineus> .roll 1d100 vs 53 [18:59] <@ladyluck> Ilya: 1d100 vs 53: 15, Success by 38 Silent Move: Challenging Agility (+0), target 54[19:14] < Lucian Sanguineus> .roll 1d100 vs 54 [19:14] <@ladyluck> Ilya: 1d100 vs 54: 53, Success by 1 Shadowing: Challenging Agility (+0), target 54
[19:14] < Lucian Sanguineus> .roll 1d100 vs 54 [19:14] <@ladyluck> Ilya: 1d100 vs 54: 92, Failure by 38 With another quick look around, he ascertained there were no other enemies that could spot him. Once he was sure there was no one around, he moved towards his victim. Noticing the half-smoked cigarette lying on the ground, he picked it up, and took a long drag. Then he flicked it back towards the body, and disappeared into the building he had been trying to reach, heading for his ideal perch. Lucian passed through the street unnoticed and entered the building across from him. It looked like this was a agro-tower, a sort of urban garden designed to grow food in a carefully-controlled climate. The ground floor was wide and open and the ceiling stood two stories above. A freight elevator sat at the far end of the room, but nearby was a metal stairwell leading to the levels above. There was no sign of any heretics inside.
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Post by Lucian Sanguineus on Apr 2, 2014 20:33:53 GMT
Lucian passed through the street unnoticed and entered the building across from him. It looked like this was a agro-tower, a sort of urban garden designed to grow food in a carefully-controlled climate. The ground floor was wide and open and the ceiling stood two stories above. A freight elevator sat at the far end of the room, but nearby was a metal stairwell leading to the levels above. There was no sign of any heretics inside. Lucian SanguineusGarden TowerLucian looked around, spotting both the elevator and the stairwell. The choice between them wasn't hard. The elevator was on the far end of the room, and, as any mechanical thing, always had the danger of malfunctioning. Lucian quickly decided that the speed advantage it might give him wasn't worth the risk, and he headed towards the stairs. He started climbing them, moving up as fast as he could, until he reached the floor he needed to be at. There, he took a moment to figure out which way he should go, then continued to the north side of the building, in search for the perfectly situated balcony.
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Post by Se'aref-'Apop-er-bau-neru on Apr 5, 2014 18:41:20 GMT
As Theodoros grew closer, his excellent hearing soon picked up the conversation around the Chimeras. A man in an officer's trenchcoat was banging on the sealed hatch of one of the Chimeras, visibly frustrated. "Sir, please, at least give us one!" The other guardsmen around the APCs saw Theodoros approach and dropped to one knee, bowing their heads in reverence. The officer continued to bang on the hatch. "Go away, Major! These vehicles have been requisitioned for our needs!" "Sir, I repeat myself, without the firepower of these vehicles our line may collapse!" "Don't make me hang you by your toenails, Major! Why aren't you manning the line out there?!" The argument seemed likely to continue. Brothr-Adept Theodoros Ikarion - APCs at northwest corner
Theodoros scowled under his helmet. He paced past the kneeling man wordlessly, and thudded his fist onto the hull twice, causing a dull reverberating echo to ring through the APC. The dull red of his armour stood out like dried blood against the grays of the rubble around the ship, and his fist left a small red scuffmark on the rear door. He scowled, and turned his vox-synth up to its highest volume. "THIS IS BROTHER-ADEPT THEODOROS IKARION OF THE SCIONS OF MARS. IN THE NAME OF THE EMPEROR, OPEN THIS DOOR. I WILL NOT REPEAT MYSELF." His voice blared around the tank. He would not repeat himself. If the door didn't open, he'd open it himself. He raised his equipment to find a way to connect to the APC's machine spirit and have it release the locks if necessary. Intimidate (Basic) vs. 1/2 Strength, +20 for being a bloody holy knight of the emperor pounding on your door: 47, success by 3
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Post by Yrmengardis Avrasul on Apr 5, 2014 21:32:00 GMT
Lucian passed through the street unnoticed and entered the building across from him. It looked like this was a agro-tower, a sort of urban garden designed to grow food in a carefully-controlled climate. The ground floor was wide and open and the ceiling stood two stories above. A freight elevator sat at the far end of the room, but nearby was a metal stairwell leading to the levels above. There was no sign of any heretics inside. Lucian SanguineusGarden TowerLucian looked around, spotting both the elevator and the stairwell. The choice between them wasn't hard. The elevator was on the far end of the room, and, as any mechanical thing, always had the danger of malfunctioning. Lucian quickly decided that the speed advantage it might give him wasn't worth the risk, and he headed towards the stairs. He started climbing them, moving up as fast as he could, until he reached the floor he needed to be at. There, he took a moment to figure out which way he should go, then continued to the north side of the building, in search for the perfectly situated balcony. Lucian Sanguineus Garden Tower, Second FloorUpon entering the second floor of the building, Lucian felt a lingering sense of discomfort, as if some foul aura permeated the building. This floor did not consist of one large chamber like the one below, but rather a series of corridors and rooms filled with mechanical apparati which seemed to be for sorting the harvest of the gardens. Opening a door blocking his way to the north side of the building, Lucian was utterly unprepared for what he saw there. The room beyond was smoky and dark, and a foul stench wafted out of the room. An unnatural sense of unholy terror wafts through the room that would unsettle any normal man's nerves, but Lucian is no normal man. The room is only lit by red lights, and a circle of eight men, each wearing only robes and without weapon, chant to themselves in the process. At the center stands another man, tall but not enough to be Astartes, his eyes glowing red with warp energies. He turns to Lucian the moment the door is opened, but does not look afraid. "Ahhh, it seems a loyalist has come to join us. I smell the scent of the Astartes - was it the Dark Gods or death that lured you here, lapdog of the Emperor?" Lucian must immediately take a Challenging (+0) Willpower test to resist the corrupting effects of the warp energies.
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Post by Yrmengardis Avrasul on Apr 5, 2014 21:49:32 GMT
Brothr-Adept Theodoros Ikarion - APCs at northwest corner
Theodoros scowled under his helmet. He paced past the kneeling man wordlessly, and thudded his fist onto the hull twice, causing a dull reverberating echo to ring through the APC. The dull red of his armour stood out like dried blood against the grays of the rubble around the ship, and his fist left a small red scuffmark on the rear door. He scowled, and turned his vox-synth up to its highest volume. "THIS IS BROTHER-ADEPT THEODOROS IKARION OF THE SCIONS OF MARS. IN THE NAME OF THE EMPEROR, OPEN THIS DOOR. I WILL NOT REPEAT MYSELF." His voice blared around the tank. He would not repeat himself. If the door didn't open, he'd open it himself. He raised his equipment to find a way to connect to the APC's machine spirit and have it release the locks if necessary. Intimidate (Basic) vs. 1/2 Strength, +20 for being a bloody holy knight of the emperor pounding on your door: 47, success by 3 Brother-Adept Theodoros Ikarion Imperial Defensive Line - ChimerasThe officer banging on the door steps aside, twirling his moustache thoughtfully as the Astartes intervenes. After a moment's delay, the hatch clicks and swings open, revealing a soldier in the officers' command retinue. "I'm sorry, my lord Space Marine, but General Irons and General Westhold refuse to leave the security of their vehicle. They want to know what it is you want of them, my lord, as they are engaged in important strategic affairs." The Major attending the Chimeras snapped. "He's lying, m'lord! They've been cowering in here refusing to move since the fighting started. Our Commissars were assassinated and Lady Inquisitor is wounded, there is no one with the authority to deal with this treachery with the rightful execution they deserve. They are denying us our best chance of defeating the enemy by hoarding these vehicles to themselves!" "That's it! Sergeant Winters, Major Strauss is a traitor! Execute him immediately!" A voice called out from within the transport. "Aye sir," the Guardsmen pushed the door further open and pulled out his laspistol.
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Post by Lucian Sanguineus on Apr 5, 2014 22:14:17 GMT
Lucian Sanguineus Garden Tower, Second FloorUpon entering the second floor of the building, Lucian felt a lingering sense of discomfort, as if some foul aura permeated the building. This floor did not consist of one large chamber like the one below, but rather a series of corridors and rooms filled with mechanical apparati which seemed to be for sorting the harvest of the gardens. Opening a door blocking his way to the north side of the building, Lucian was utterly unprepared for what he saw there. The room beyond was smoky and dark, and a foul stench wafted out of the room. An unnatural sense of unholy terror wafts through the room that would unsettle any normal man's nerves, but Lucian is no normal man. The room is only lit by red lights, and a circle of eight men, each wearing only robes and without weapon, chant to themselves in the process. At the center stands another man, tall but not enough to be Astartes, his eyes glowing red with warp energies. He turns to Lucian the moment the door is opened, but does not look afraid. "Ahhh, it seems a loyalist has come to join us. I smell the scent of the Astartes - was it the Dark Gods or death that lured you here, lapdog of the Emperor?" Lucian must immediately take a Challenging (+0) Willpower test to resist the corrupting effects of the warp energies. Lucian Sanguineus
Garden Tower, Second FloorAs soon as he opened the door, Lucian was hit by a foul stench, and an unsettling feeling. Nine men were standing inside the room, positioned in what seemed like a ritual circle. Seeing the red eyes, and hearing the chant, he realized that there were forces of the warp at work here. The questions who these men were, and why they were here could wait, he decided, filing them away in his mind for later consideration. For now, he closed his eyes and his mind, and tried to resist the effects of the energies the best he could. Challenging (+0) Willpower:[23:36] < Lucian Sanguineus> .roll 1d100 vs 43 [23:36] <%LadyLuck> Ilya: 1d100 vs 43: 25, Success by 18 He opened his eyes again, and gave the man in the centre of the circle a cruel grin. "Death," he answered, "but not mine." In one swift motion, he drew his chainsword from its sheath, and charged into the centre of the circle. For the Emperor and Sanguinius.Attack on the man in the centre, with Chainsword: Challenging WS (+0), +10 from Charge:[00:10] < Lucian Sanguineus> .roll 1d100 vs 53 [00:10] <%LadyLuck> Ilya: 1d100 vs 53: 16, Success by 37 Damage: 1d10+11 R[00:11] < Lucian Sanguineus> .iroll 1d10+11 [00:11] <%LadyLuck> Ilya: 1d10+11: 19 [8]
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Post by Otto Gottfried on Apr 5, 2014 22:24:06 GMT
Otto Gottfried Charging Forth at the Traitors
Otto Gottfried revs up his chainsword as he continues to charge into the fleshy seven foot tall traitor. Without losing his momentum, he closes in delivers a mighty swing.
"This is the Emperor's forgiveness!"
Melee vs Seven Foot Tall Chainsword Traitor [15:21:50] <@otto_Gottfried> .roll 1d100 vs 63 [15:21:51] <%LadyLuck> Otto_Gottfried: 1d100 vs 63: 55, Sucess by 8
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Post by Yrmengardis Avrasul on Apr 5, 2014 22:32:13 GMT
Lucian Sanguineus Garden Tower, Second FloorUpon entering the second floor of the building, Lucian felt a lingering sense of discomfort, as if some foul aura permeated the building. This floor did not consist of one large chamber like the one below, but rather a series of corridors and rooms filled with mechanical apparati which seemed to be for sorting the harvest of the gardens. Opening a door blocking his way to the north side of the building, Lucian was utterly unprepared for what he saw there. The room beyond was smoky and dark, and a foul stench wafted out of the room. An unnatural sense of unholy terror wafts through the room that would unsettle any normal man's nerves, but Lucian is no normal man. The room is only lit by red lights, and a circle of eight men, each wearing only robes and without weapon, chant to themselves in the process. At the center stands another man, tall but not enough to be Astartes, his eyes glowing red with warp energies. He turns to Lucian the moment the door is opened, but does not look afraid. "Ahhh, it seems a loyalist has come to join us. I smell the scent of the Astartes - was it the Dark Gods or death that lured you here, lapdog of the Emperor?" Lucian must immediately take a Challenging (+0) Willpower test to resist the corrupting effects of the warp energies. Lucian Sanguineus
Garden Tower, Second FloorAs soon as he opened the door, Lucian was hit by a foul stench, and an unsettling feeling. Nine men were standing inside the room, positioned in what seemed like a ritual circle. Seeing the red eyes, and hearing the chant, he realized that there were forces of the warp at work here. The questions who these men were, and why they were here could wait, he decided, filing them away in his mind for later consideration. For now, he closed his eyes and his mind, and tried to resist the effects of the energies the best he could. Challenging (+0) Willpower:[23:36] < Lucian Sanguineus> .roll 1d100 vs 43 [23:36] <%LadyLuck> Ilya: 1d100 vs 43: 25, Success by 18 He opened his eyes again, and gave the man in the centre of the circle a cruel grin. "Death," he answered, "but not mine." In one swift motion, he drew his chainsword from its sheath, and charged into the centre of the circle. For the Emperor and Sanguinius.Attack on the man in the centre, with Chainsword: Challenging WS (+0), +10 from Charge:[00:10] < Lucian Sanguineus> .roll 1d100 vs 53 [00:10] <%LadyLuck> Ilya: 1d100 vs 53: 16, Success by 37 Damage: 1d10+11 R[00:11] < Lucian Sanguineus> .iroll 1d10+11 [00:11] <%LadyLuck> Ilya: 1d10+11: 19 [8] Lucian Sanguineus Garden Tower, Second FloorThe cult leader backpedaled with surprising speed, caught by surprise as Lucian charged and falling backwards just in time to avoid an almost certainly fatal blow. The cultists surrounding them did not move. Cackling, he raised his hand into the air and a horrible, awful stench filled the room, even worse than before - any normal human would be nauseated beyond reprieve, but the cultists and Lucian seem to be made of sterner stuff. Raw, red warp energy crackles around him... Wispy trails of warp energy trace from the cultists to their psyker leader, and the glow encompasses and surrounds him. A brighter glow forms around his left arm, which he holds in front of him defensively, while he picks up a long sword in his right, a grin on his face. "If you wish to play, we shall play. Tell me, loyalist, do you not feel fear and confusion at your impending doom? The Emperor cannot save you here in our domain."
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Post by Yrmengardis Avrasul on Apr 5, 2014 22:38:10 GMT
Otto Gottfried Charging Forth at the TraitorsOtto Gottfried revs up his chainsword as he continues to charge into the fleshy seven foot tall traitor. Without losing his momentum, he closes in delivers a mighty swing. "This is the Emperor's forgiveness!" Melee vs Seven Foot Tall Chainsword Traitor[15:21:50] <@otto_Gottfried> .roll 1d100 vs 63 [15:21:51] <%LadyLuck> Otto_Gottfried: 1d100 vs 63: 55, Sucess by 8 Otto meets the charge of the seven foot heretic head-on, screaming in bloody fury. He swings his two-handed chainsword and knocks Otto's attack aside, screaming with a bloodthirsty fury. Swinging the blade around and nearly decapitating one of his own in the process, he makes a heavy downward swing, throwing everything into the attack without concern for his own safety.
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Post by Runalla on Apr 5, 2014 22:44:08 GMT
Palatine Callisto Tenko - Imperial Guard Defensive Line
Callisto swung her armor encased body over the imperial barricade and charged after the newly arrived space marine chaplin, storm bolter swinging on its sling as she drew her swords. One had to credit the marine with one thing, he made for an excellent distraction.
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Post by Yrmengardis Avrasul on Apr 5, 2014 23:02:10 GMT
Imperial Defensive Lines[/u]
The Heretics surged onwards, heedless of their own deaths as fire rained down on them. The heavy stubber teams continued to fire in an endless staccato, raking the defensive lines mercilessly. The cultists were very close to the imperial lines now, avoiding the melee that had broken out between Chaplain and Champion. A few stragglers challenged Lady Callisto, stabbing at her with lasgun bayonets, but did little more than scratch her armour's paintjob and tempt the Emperor's wrath.
The remainder of the cultists surged forward, hungry for the battle. They were now close enough for Brother Xavier to unleash his wrath...
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Post by Lucian Sanguineus on Apr 5, 2014 23:02:39 GMT
Lucian Sanguineus Garden Tower, Second FloorThe cult leader backpedaled with surprising speed, caught by surprise as Lucian charged and falling backwards just in time to avoid an almost certainly fatal blow. The cultists surrounding them did not move. Cackling, he raised his hand into the air and a horrible, awful stench filled the room, even worse than before - any normal human would be nauseated beyond reprieve, but the cultists and Lucian seem to be made of sterner stuff. Raw, red warp energy crackles around him... Wispy trails of warp energy trace from the cultists to their psyker leader, and the glow encompasses and surrounds him. A brighter glow forms around his left arm, which he holds in front of him defensively, while he picks up a long sword in his right, a grin on his face. "If you wish to play, we shall play. Tell me, loyalist, do you not feel fear and confusion at your impending doom? The Emperor cannot save you here in our domain." Lucian Sanguineus
Garden Tower, Second Floor
Lucian gave him an unimpressed look, his own grin never fading. "Tell me, do you always talk this much?" he asked mockingly. "If we are to play, you would do better to act, instead. Allow me to show you how it's done." He didn't strike at the psyker again. It hadn't escaped his notice that, despite being the most dangerous of the lot, the psyker was relying on the ritual circle to feed him power. Lucian planned to play with him a little, and destroy his companions one by one, negating the power of the circle as well as taunting the heretic, before finishing him off too. So, he charged at one of the men in the circle around him instead, aiming to slice him in half with his chainsword. Attack on one of the cultists, with Chainsword: Challenging WS (+0), +10 from Charge, +30 from Helpless Target:[00:55] < Lucian Sanguineus> .roll 1d100 vs 83 [00:55] <%LadyLuck> Ilya: 1d100 vs 83: 75, Success by 8 Damage: 1d10+11 R[00:57] < Lucian Sanguineus> .iroll 1d10+11 [00:57] <%LadyLuck> Ilya: 1d10+11: 21 [10] Additional attack:[00:59] < Lucian Sanguineus> .roll 1d100 vs 83 [00:59] <%LadyLuck> Ilya: 1d100 vs 83: 71, Success by 12 Additional damage:[00:59] < Lucian Sanguineus> .iroll 1d10 [00:59] <%LadyLuck> Ilya: 1d10: 8 [8] Total damage: 29
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Post by Yrmengardis Avrasul on Apr 5, 2014 23:09:41 GMT
The Chainsword whined as it struck with a furious, bloody ferocity. Without any motion or resistance to slow his blade and delivering the stroke with perfect form, Lucian's Chainsword's monomolecular edges cleave the cultist in half like a hot knife through butter, spraying gore, blood and chips of shattered bone in every direction. Neatly cut in two from shoulder to groin, the cultist's body halves collapse, spilling internal organs onto the floor along with a copious amount of slippery blood.
GM's Note: The area around the cultist's body is awash with slippery gore this turn, anyone trying to move through the area must make a Challenging (+0) Agility test or slip and fall prone.
The red warp energy trailing from the cultist vanishes instantly and sparks around the cult leader, causing him to howl in pain. A slight gash appears on his chest, marking him as wounded.
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Post by Zacharius on Apr 5, 2014 23:25:55 GMT
Zacharius looked around for a weapon better suited to take out the enemy gun nests, but found nothing. The heavy stubber fire continued to cut through the guardsmen and impact against the barricade. Several more shots bounced off his armour, but thankfully none managed to pierce it. He hoped the Imperial line could sustain their losses. The horde would soon be upon them, and in close combat his heavy bolter would become nothing more than a hindrance.
Zacharius continued pouring fire into the heretic horde. It was too difficult to choose any targets with the Imperials rushing out to meet the enemy champion; instead, he fired at where the enemy was thickest. Hopefully, he could dull the assault with a wall of corpses.
<Firing at the horde> <nakkel> .roll 1d100 vs 120 <LadyLuck> nakkel: 1d100 vs 120: 69, Success by 51
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