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Kill-Team Blackthorn: Planetfall

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"How far are we going?" One of the the human Legionaries peered up at him in the darkness.  They were all wounded, sore and tired from hours, turned to days, to weeks of heavy battle.  Silver armour flashed emerald in the light from a Viridian flare.  3rd Company had begun their attack at last.  The only full Battle-brother left in the unit looked down and hefted a salvaged heavy bolter.  He racked the bolt and the first round slid home true.  In the silence before the wall of noise hit them, the black-and-gold Lion on azure on his pauldron witness to their courage, the Marine spoke gently, almost wistfully.

"All the way.  To the bitter end."

 

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QUOTE (voi shet magir @ May 31 2011, 05:38 AM) 
That is an unexpectedly strong assertion from a dead person.

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Varvosts stock grew in Atratus' eyes. His action reckless but decisive and seemingly as surprising to his adversaries as his allies as shot after shot went wide of its mark.

 

A brief opening that now must be exploited. Atratus watched the movements of his battle brother, the preference of his blows from their practice sessions, looking for openings as if they were now sparring. The force of the charge, the twist, the feint before the blow, Atratus saw it before Thorvald and traced the arc down, his shot following a scant moment later as the space wolf was thrown off balance.

 

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>>STRUCTURED TIME CONTINUES<< 

Round 3 (Continued) 

 

Thorvald takes 11 damage (Pen 7), Felling, Toxic to 61 (Body) 

Armour 9 (Reduced to 2) and Toughness Bonus 4 reduce the damage by 6 to 5. 

Toughness Test (-25) for Toxic: 21: 14 (PASS)

 

 

Faced with the Eradicator to his fore, Thorvald releases the frag cannon, the bulky weapon clattering to the floor. Almost instantly there is an astartes combat knife in the Space Wolf's fist. The blade, held below the fist, is inlaid with runic script that must hail from the fabled world of Fenris; runes that gleam in the light. Even as warning sensors and augurs in his armour flash in red and amber, he swipes at Vârvost.

 

 

Standard attack: WS42 +20 (Strongpoint): 24 (PASS) htting 42 (Body)

1D10+8 Damage (Pen 2) = 8+8 = 16 

 

Vârvost will use his dodge, attempting to turn the blade sideways as it plunges for the vulnerable soft armour of the armpit. 

 

Vârvost rolls Dodge (Ag42): 93 (FAIL) 

Vârvost takes 16 Damage (Pen 2) to the Body 

Armour 9 (down to 7) and TB8 reduce damage by 15.

Vârvost takes 1 wound

 

 

>>ROUND 4 STARTS<< 

 

Initiative Order (AG+D10)

Tyber: (2x4) + 10 = 18 (FATE POINT)

Solastion: (2x3) + 10 = 16 (FATE POINT)

Vârvost: 4 + 10 = 14 (FATE POINT) 

Akkad: 4 + 9 = 13 

Sabaan: 4 + 8 = 12 

Greysight: 4 + 4 = 8 

Atratus: 6 + 1 = 7

Thorvald: 4 + 3 = 7 


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QUOTE (voi shet magir @ May 31 2011, 05:38 AM) 
That is an unexpectedly strong assertion from a dead person.

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Seeing his chance, now that the heavy weapons of the other team had fallen silent, Tyber launches himself full force at Akkad.

 

Ooc:

 

Charge action at Akkad, TN: 54 (WS 44+10 Charge)

Arming Sword charge attack: 1d100 18 3 DoS

Hit location 81; Right Leg

 

Arming sword damage: 1d10+15 24 Pen 3

Armour: 8 (reduced to 5)

TB: 8

Damage: 11

 

Plan A:

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Plan B:

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The big marine came in on top of him, cold hard steel blurred into the light.  As soon as the huge Astartes loomed through the door on contrails of fire, burning ozone in his wake, Akkad muttered an apology to the massive cannon in his fists.  He dropped Cadence, his Mk VII plate growling as the enemy bore down.  Unlike his Wolf-brother his Combat knife was blank.  Forged from the highest quality steel.  It matched his mettle.  His bolt pistol was in his right hand, the knife in his left.

 

For a split-second, Akkad considered a textbook parry, but the angle Tyber had chosen left him with a longer window to defend himself that way. He tensed.

 

Akkad will use his Reaction to Dodge:

No modifier, AG 45 Target: 45

D100: 016 Success + 2 DoS

Akkad will use his final Fate Point to Invoke an Extra DoS = 1 Success + 3 DoS.

The attack is neutralised.

 

The Astral Claw twisted his whole body left, but the crates thrown in twisted under the feet of the Son of the Lion, his footing his immediate undoing - leaving the blade slapping uselessly from Akkad's own right greave.  Had Akkad not moved it earlier to dodge the Krak grenade, he might have been missing a kneecap.  Tyber had involuntarily tipped too far to his left and as always in war, a hair's breadth was enough.  He switched from Blue Squad Vox to private channel with a single blink - but now was not the time for bombast - he was a Veteran Sergeant and a Veteran teaches.  He was as sincere now as he had been to Atratus.  His emerald lenses were mirrored on the face-plate of the larger Marine.

 

+A good blow, but do not assume I am going to stand still while you carve me up.  You strike like you're hewing a servitor - focus!+

 

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"How far are we going?" One of the the human Legionaries peered up at him in the darkness.  They were all wounded, sore and tired from hours, turned to days, to weeks of heavy battle.  Silver armour flashed emerald in the light from a Viridian flare.  3rd Company had begun their attack at last.  The only full Battle-brother left in the unit looked down and hefted a salvaged heavy bolter.  He racked the bolt and the first round slid home true.  In the silence before the wall of noise hit them, the black-and-gold Lion on azure on his pauldron witness to their courage, the Marine spoke gently, almost wistfully.

"All the way.  To the bitter end."

 

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With his two Jump Pack-equipped squadmates entering the breach and engaging the two visible heavy weapon marines, Solastion runs into the room in the wake of his squad mates and takes a quick look around the room...

 

Plan A:

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GM: Ack! Almost finished this post and the browser closed. I guess we'll see what the RNG has in store this time... 

 

As Varvost and Tyber duel with Akkad and Thorvald, Solastion leaps up the steps into the enemy team's chamber. It take a fraction of a second to acclimatise before you see... nothing. There is no sign of either the Storm Son or the Iron Hand. 

 

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Vârvost attacks Thorvald using the Swift Attack talent. 

Attack 1: WS57: 7 (HIT, HEAD)

Damage: D10(Flesh Render, Tearing) + 5 + SB(8)  - Flesh Render rolls 7,7,9

Damage: 9+5+8 = 22 (Pen 3) 

 

Thorvald attempts to dodge: AG47: 56 (FAIL) 

Armour 7 (Reduced to 4) and TB8 reduce damage to 10 

 

Thorvald takes 4 critical damage: Pain Suppressant Dose 1/6 kicks in for 1D5 rounds: 4 Rounds.

 

Attack 2: WS57: 61 (MISS) 


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QUOTE (voi shet magir @ May 31 2011, 05:38 AM) 
That is an unexpectedly strong assertion from a dead person.

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Atratus slips away from his position now obscured by the swirling melee. Deception it would be then, good, the craft of the xenos they faced and so far had been unprepared. But would it be simple ambush or something more ambitious?

 

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Edited as previously, this post was garbage, which is what happens when you don't get enough sleep...ahem.

 

Hazard warning flared in his vision as Thorvald was half-gutted by the Eradicator.

 

His fight with Tyber momentarily suspended as the big Marine recovered his poise and twisted his head.  He noticed from the corner of his eye, Varvost do the same.  A smile crept onto Akkad's face when he glanced past them both to see Solastion sweep the room.  A second of confusion in his stance betrayed what he was thinking.  A vox click, then another.  He could not hear what was said of course - but the audio relays in his helm swept the sounds up.

 

+Surprise...+ The vox carried the smile.  Knowing what had to be done, he slipped his pistol back to his waist, inverting the Combat Knife to point downwards so he lock around and under Tyber's shoulder.  Seeing the fury about to be unleashed upon him, he imitated the Lion on his pauldron and pounced on Tyber, ceramite squealing against ceramite as the two hulking warriors crashed together.

 

Spoiler

 

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"How far are we going?" One of the the human Legionaries peered up at him in the darkness.  They were all wounded, sore and tired from hours, turned to days, to weeks of heavy battle.  Silver armour flashed emerald in the light from a Viridian flare.  3rd Company had begun their attack at last.  The only full Battle-brother left in the unit looked down and hefted a salvaged heavy bolter.  He racked the bolt and the first round slid home true.  In the silence before the wall of noise hit them, the black-and-gold Lion on azure on his pauldron witness to their courage, the Marine spoke gently, almost wistfully.

"All the way.  To the bitter end."

 

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+Surprise!+ Tyber heard from Akkad’s vox, watching his movements of Akkad’s chest Tyber knew what was coming. With a practiced twist of his left wrist and a side step to the right Akkad found himself exposed to the counter attack he must’ve known would follow.

 

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+Is this what you meant by focus Brother Akkad…+ Tyber said over open vox, much of the levity in his voice lost to the vox unit.


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+Is this what you meant by focus Brother Akkad...?+

 

The Astral Claw's face stilled a moment at the words, the swift and effective parry batting his arms away and forcing him back to just shy of a blade's length.  Akkad dropped into a crouch to recover from the failed clinch, left foot forward of his right, slightly turned in, the right itself was high on the ball of the foot, his legs less than a shoulder-width apart, left knee twisted slightly in, forming a defence for his groin, right bent forwards.  His hands coming back up together, Mantisae Religiosa, both hands level, right hand open, almost relaxed, left clutching the knife blade down,  elbows bent, head partly ducked.  His green lenses bored into Tyber's.

 

+Better, I'll admit.  Let us see how you dance...+ He kept his tone even.  The big Marine's riposte had not been angry or outraged.  It would seem that the Dragon was sporting with him - and this was a good sign - even if things went badly here now he supposed no bad blood would last.  So much like Ichoma...so hard not to like him.

 

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"How far are we going?" One of the the human Legionaries peered up at him in the darkness.  They were all wounded, sore and tired from hours, turned to days, to weeks of heavy battle.  Silver armour flashed emerald in the light from a Viridian flare.  3rd Company had begun their attack at last.  The only full Battle-brother left in the unit looked down and hefted a salvaged heavy bolter.  He racked the bolt and the first round slid home true.  In the silence before the wall of noise hit them, the black-and-gold Lion on azure on his pauldron witness to their courage, the Marine spoke gently, almost wistfully.

"All the way.  To the bitter end."

 

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+Better, I'll admit.  Let us see how you dance...+

 

Tyber smirks under his helm, it was hard not to see Akkad as an older brother or mentor, even harder to be swinging his blades against him, with both his arming sword and chainblade out Tyber entered a solid stances of a modified dimachaerus fighting style from ancient terra, that he had observed members of the Paladin Guard of his home chapter using, though their version was meant to be used with two double edged power swords. Holding his chainblade out in front for defensive swings while his arming sword was held point out above his head for offensive strikes, Tyber twisted his body to be three quarters onto Akkad.

 

+I will try to not disappoint.+ again the vox taking much of the levity from his tone.


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+I will try to not disappoint.+

 

Akkad looked at the bigger, younger Marine with a piercing gaze, lancing out from behind the Verdanese lenses.  He appraised the posture of the other Astartes and could almost see the blond hair and smooth, fine features beneath the adamantium laminated ceramite plate.

 

His words, when they came were heavy and honest.  Words a younger Astartes should hear to make him right in the way of the Emperor's Finest.  Pomposity and bombast and fawning nonsense bred idiots like Arch Centurion Commodus.  The thought made his heart ache and his stomach sour.  He forbade that to colour his remarks to Tyber.  That was for another day.

 

+You have not done so yet.  Now, enough talk - Strike!+

 

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"How far are we going?" One of the the human Legionaries peered up at him in the darkness.  They were all wounded, sore and tired from hours, turned to days, to weeks of heavy battle.  Silver armour flashed emerald in the light from a Viridian flare.  3rd Company had begun their attack at last.  The only full Battle-brother left in the unit looked down and hefted a salvaged heavy bolter.  He racked the bolt and the first round slid home true.  In the silence before the wall of noise hit them, the black-and-gold Lion on azure on his pauldron witness to their courage, the Marine spoke gently, almost wistfully.

"All the way.  To the bitter end."

 

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>>ROUND 4 CONTINUES<< 

 

Initiative Order (AG+D10)

Tyber: (2x4) + 10 = 18 (FATE POINT)

Solastion: (2x3) + 10 = 16 (FATE POINT)

Vârvost: 4 + 10 = 14 (FATE POINT) 

Akkad: 4 + 9 = 13 

Sabaan: 4 + 8 = 12 

Greysight: 4 + 4 = 8 

Atratus: 6 + 1 = 7

Thorvald: 4 + 3 = 7 

 

Atratus - Challenging (+0) Perception test to see what you discern. 

 

Thorvald attempts a knock-down action on Vârvost:

Thorvald STR test (STR47): 21 (2 DOS) 

Vârvost STR test (STR41): 81 (4 DOF) 

Thorvald inflicts 1D5-3+SB damage, with armour points counting as double, and one level of Fatigue.

D5 = 1-3+8 (8) damage, causing 0 damage to Vârvost. 

Vârvost is knocked prone. 

 

As the Eradicator crashes to the deck, Thorvald stands over him, clearly having trouble with his armour as it mimics the effect of severe damage. With a heave, he removes his helm. 

 

"Brother Akkad! Hold them!" 

 

>>ROUND 5 BEGINS<< 

 

Initiative Order (AG+D10)

Tyber: (2x4) + 10 = 18 (FATE POINT)

Solastion: (2x3) + 10 = 16 (FATE POINT)

Vârvost: 4 + 10 = 14 (FATE POINT) 

Akkad: 4 + 9 = 13 

Sabaan: 4 + 8 = 12 

Greysight: 4 + 4 = 8 

Atratus: 6 + 1 = 7

Thorvald: 4 + 3 = 7 


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QUOTE (voi shet magir @ May 31 2011, 05:38 AM) 
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Atratus' senses were ignited by the sudden prospect of guile, a challenge sorely lacking in the ships servitors. The missing techmarine suggested use of his skills in unlocking sealed panels or crawl-ways, and each sense strained to catch any sound out of place or errant movement as he swept his auger-scope across the room.

 

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Seeing his gene-cousin get knocked to the deck by the Space Wolf, Solastion explodes into movement, his previous thoughts of acquiring the opposing teams servo-skull temporarily overridden by protector instincts engendered into him over his long years of service as an Apothecary and Sanguinary Priest.

 

That Varvost was of the same gene-lineage that he was certainly didn't help.

 

Solastion will Charge Brother Thorvald with his blunted chainsword drawn in an attempt to knock him out of this conflict.

 

Solastion should be able to Charge Thorvald with a maximum charge range of 12m (boo low agi).

CHARGE!: 1d100 89 Will use an FP to reroll this...

FP Reroll: 1d100 1 Well, it doesn't get any better than this. Thats a Headshot too. vs WS 69 (49 + 20 [Charge]) = 6 DoS

Chainsword Damage: 1d10+16 17 (I keep forgetting to roll tearing at the same time :| )

Tearing: 1d10 8

Total Damage: 8 + 16 (SB5 x2 + 2 [PA] + 1 [Hist] + 3 [Chainsword]) = 24 Rending Damage, Pen 3...to the head.

 

As Thorvald stands over the knocked down Eradicator, Solastion takes his momentary distraction to spring into action delivering a crushing blow to Thorvalds...now unhelmeted head...


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The storm drove metallic debris across the desolation. Their impacts mimicked the sound of heavy bolter fire. ++ Let's see how you dance...++ The feral servitors binary scream was lost among the blasts. Past and Present seemed in flux, fighting for attention over the feedback of his autosenses. Sabaan ignored both. It was almost ready. His preparations were almost complete. Subsonic Rotes of binaric benediction went between the measured rhythm of respirator breaths. His work would benefit the Clan, the Prima and the Omnissiah. Sacrifices had been made. He spared them little thought. Cogs turned. The mission was all that mattered. He watched the timer in his lower field of vision. It was all falling into place. He felt his servoarm twitch in anticipation. Myomerfibres at the side of what had been his mouth mimicked the motion. It was almost a grin. Just a a little closer.... just a little closer...

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With a heavy sigh, Tyber speaks over his vox to Akkad:

 

 +It seems this must be put to an end.+

 

Rolling his left wrist to be parallel with the floor, Tyber swings his chainsword in a wide sweeping motion across Akkad’s right thigh, looking to unbalance him as he brought down his arming sword in powerful blow to Akkad’s left thigh, moments before rolling his right shoulder to deliver a very powerful back swing to Akkad’s left leg again.

 

 

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Tyber allowed himself a moment to observe Akkad’s actions from the brutal assault he had just unleashed on the older Astartes.


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Akkad will take his Reaction and then his Action straight after as Solastion has already posted his and this is between me and Tyber. ;)

 

+It seems this must be put to an end.+ The younger Marine almost - almost sighed as he said it, as if he was regretful or possibly bored.  His swings were textbook and crashed against the braced hips and knees in a resounding clang of metal upon tortured metal.

 

He had been wounded sorely.

 

The armour let out a squeal of servo-mechanics and then pressure seals bit down.  Joints seized and feedback mechanics in all his augers flashed pain through bio-mechanic linkages, the man and machine both wounded sorely.  It was not as excruciating as the shot from Atratus, but the lights and shrieking stars burning themselves onto his optical nerve interface were almost enough, along with his limbs fighting the urge of his armoured coffin trying to bear him to the ground.

 

The first slash buzzed across his left thigh, then the Arming Sword - the Oathblade, dark and magnificent hewed into his right.  Akkad forced the stars out of his eyes and gritted his teeth.  He could hear the instructor in his head.

"Never repeat yourself and do not over-commit!"

 

His left hand, the hand holding the Combat Knife, scythed down to shear against the Arming Sword.  White lightning cleaved from it as the lamps blazed overhead, the only sound the hard breathing in his respirator, his world was filled with the big Marine ahead.  His reflex parried the third and most devastating blow that would have severed his knee.

 

Akkad takes 15 Wounds.  Akkad has 2 wounds left.  One, for each arm! :)

 

Akkad Parries the final Melee attack: Target 37

D100 Roll: 008.

The attack is negated.

 

Grunting, his chest heaving, the sparks die as they strike both his and Tyber's armour. He smiled wearily. He had been wounded sorely.  But he stood - barely, but he stood.  While I stand, I fight, while I fight I fear not, while I fear not, I stand.

 

+Yes Brother, let us put this to the end+

 

He drew himself up to as high as he could and ducking under Tyber's guard stuck him with a massive uppercut.  In the final seconds before connecting with Tyber's chin, the Big Marine saw a Krak grenade in the empty hand.

 

Spoiler

 

Just before his systems put him out completely, Akkad manages a final whisper to the bigger Marine, reeling from his unorthodox attack.  Not knowing where he was, only that a friend was in front of him.

+Faith is my sword+

 

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"How far are we going?" One of the the human Legionaries peered up at him in the darkness.  They were all wounded, sore and tired from hours, turned to days, to weeks of heavy battle.  Silver armour flashed emerald in the light from a Viridian flare.  3rd Company had begun their attack at last.  The only full Battle-brother left in the unit looked down and hefted a salvaged heavy bolter.  He racked the bolt and the first round slid home true.  In the silence before the wall of noise hit them, the black-and-gold Lion on azure on his pauldron witness to their courage, the Marine spoke gently, almost wistfully.

"All the way.  To the bitter end."

 

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To post quickly and forestall anything else, the gods of narrative will intercede. 

 

Both Akkad and Tyber are "dead" - you are stuck within your entirely unmoving suits of armour, in the darkness, with the sounds of combat dim and distant. You are unable to affect anything, and are left alone with your memories (and regrets?)


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QUOTE (voi shet magir @ May 31 2011, 05:38 AM) 
That is an unexpectedly strong assertion from a dead person.

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His armour locked up from the practice program, Tyber lays on his back looking up at the structure before him, laughing to himself “I did not see that coming.”


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Simulated warnin claxons inside his helmet made Solastion quickly glance over to where the Dragon and Lion were locked in combat and grunted at the sight he saw:

The Dragon, frozen with both swords to either side of him, his head knocked back from the Lions uppercut, the krak grenade still clenched in his fist.

The Lion, in an almost statuesque pose, his full weight and body freeze framed in the last second of his punch.

He had to hand it to him, he did make the best of a bad situation though the martyrdom would have to be questioned.
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>>ROUND 5 CONTINUES<<
Initiative Order (AG+D10)
Tyber: (2x4) + 10 = 18 (FATE POINT)
Solastion: (2x3) + 10 = 16 (FATE POINT)
Vârvost: 4 + 10 = 14 (FATE POINT)
Akkad: 4 + 9 = 13
Sabaan: 4 + 8 = 12
Greysight: 4 + 4 = 8
Atratus: 6 + 1 = 7
Thorvald: 4 + 3 = 7

Through the sight of his sniper rifle, Atratus scans around his vicinity. There is no sign of the hidden Techmarine or the Storm Son. The Red servo-skull remains in place, hovering gently on its anti-gravitic motors.

Thorvald spends two fate points to restore 2D10 wounds: 5+6 (11) -4 Critical Damage = 7 Wounds remaining
Thorvald attempts to dodge Solastion's attack:
Ag 47: 54 (FAIL)
Thorvald takes 24 Damage (Pen3) to the head. TB8 reduces this to 16 - 9 Critical Damage to the Head.



As the Sanguinary Priest's chainblade stops just short of the Space Wolf's head - a blow that would have doubtless been fatal - the Space Wolf nods his respect.

"Well fought, brother."

There is a grinding of servo-motors as Varvost stands, his slab-faced helm betraying as little as the mask of scar tissue that serves as his face would.

++What now?++





Revised Initiative Order:
Initiative Order (AG+D10)
Solastion: (2x3) + 10 = 16 (FATE POINT)
Vârvost: 4 + 10 = 14 (FATE POINT)
Sabaan: 4 + 8 = 12
Greysight: 4 + 4 = 8
Atratus: 6 + 1 = 7


Edited by Commissar Molotov, 03 May 2018 - 07:53 PM.

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QUOTE (voi shet magir @ May 31 2011, 05:38 AM) 
That is an unexpectedly strong assertion from a dead person.





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