Overview

Hagga: The room stabilised again, for a few moments at least, and the Executioner slowly got his feet under him once more. He looked around the chamber, eyes first seeking out the enemy, but there was no sign of it. Had the idiot beast brought about its own demise, without harming any of the Corsairs? Eska was fine, rising to her feet and shaking rock dust that appeared white from her dark fur. There was Obadiah, sheltering in the doorway of the southern portal. Varne was… wait, where was Varne?! “Eska, vestiga!” he hissed, moving carefully towards where he thought the Doom Eagle had been standing. Awareness test: OOC @Iron Father Ferrum: I think Obadiah has the best Perception of the 3 of us, but Hagga and Eska do both have Awareness Skill so could provide 2 Assists for +20 if you want to do the roll? Or we can each roll separately?

Desann Baraduk: He watched the Lamenter and Warlock go in a rush of jetwash and screeching. He was unsure if the mortal was terrified or thrilled. Either way mattered not. He maglocked the shotgun and drew both Soulshear and Sunbolt, igniting the ancient plasma pistol's inner coils. Golden light eked into the darkness, casting four shadows on the walls, deck, and ceiling. +A Great One comes. Are you ready, old friend?+ he asked the eviscerator. Baraduk rolled Ukalegon's words over in his mind, smiled at them. If only Daon could see us now. He always said I would meet a bad end. The walls bled, and Soulshear screamed, dragging him forward to war. He filled all three lungs, set vox to maximum. +FOR THE TYRANT!+

OOC: I will; I just figured that this segment was mostly narration and I'm enjoying flexing those muscles. Anyone can roll the click-clacks, but I'm really enjoying trying to keeping up with y'all's caliber of writing. Please feel free to prompt me if I'm not click-clacking enough tho.

GM: OOC @FabiusV4lcoran and @Necronaut just to clarify my post above - you can BOTH make tests in your Narrative Rounds. Fab, look for what you can do when you think you want to have a crack - this is an attempt to give you a bit more meat on your bones here, as you've been hauled around a lot (nature of this segment, I'm afraid).

Atesh Sapik Atesh gratefully wrapped himself up in the loincloth as though it were a robe. As he inhaled to say his thanks, the other Astartes...the Blessed one...picked him up as though he were an infant. Atesh looked back and forth between the two while they discussed, relegating his indignation to memory for use as fuel in future rites. If one was always frustrated, one could usually work the other realm. Atesh breathed in again to thank the Lord for his cloth, but again did not have a chance to speak. +If we do not meet again, I swear I will return with Incario to recover your effects and legacy, whether he likes it or not. Your sacrifice will be honoured.+ As he and the Blessed Astartes took off, Sapik thanked the Gods that nobody could hear him screaming in terror over the roar of the jump packs.

Sorry, misread your OOC in the IC. Yes, she's just prone.

Ukalegon Ukalegon stiffened at the Huntmaster’s order, that he flee with the psyker while the other remained behind to waylay a xenos assassin or a daemon, or both. He silently regarded Desaan Baraduk for a few moments, a man equally ruthless and cruel, but also clearly driven by duty, or perhaps a healthy fear of punishment by their dark master, or perhaps both. He was also clearly a formidable warrior, but there were limits. In any event, he evidently still harboured some sense of honour, no matter how twisted, within his breast, and Ukalegon knew all too well what was being asked of him, and what the Huntmaster was prepared to commit in service of the Tyrant. After a few tense moments, Ukalegon’s shoulders slumped slightly, finally accepting what Huron’s chosen man had told him. It seemed there was honour amongst thieves and renegades after all. Perhaps there was more to the Tyrant's dark empire and his servants than Ukalegon could have guessed. At last he nodded and let out a held breath and scooped up the fragile form of Atesh wrapped in Baraduk’s tabard. +By your will. Fight well. I will hold the shuttle for as long as I dare.+ He turned to leave with the human, and the turbofans of his jump pack came to life with a keening wail, as if Ukalegon’s armour itself lamented the sacrifice of this fellow renegade, and his armoured tail lashed back and forth reflecting his inner conflict at abandoning a comrade. +If we do not meet again, I swear I will return with Incario to recover your effects and legacy, whether he likes it or not. Your sacrifice will be honoured.+ The roar of his jump pack approached a deafening din as he prepared to launch himself and Atesh down the corridor and he tapped his melta pistol against his helm in salute. +Leave us something to find, if you can.+

Query - Eska did pass her Ag test, not enough to avoid going Prone but she did pass?

Good shout. One per round. Roll as you narrate.

@Mazer Rackham would you like all four of my rolls at once or spread out?

Yes, you can see and hear him, (with your bugs, lugs or augurs) but there's a lot of dust and swarf swirling about.

Can I see Hagga? Or is the pile of rubble on top of Varne blocking my view into the room?

Brawlhalla: Deathly silence, broken only by the intermittent, odd chip of stone and slip of dust. Crystalline formations twinkle and reflect a myriad of different hues. Between the mineral ore and sparkle-bricks there is an absolute tonnage of wealth of here, more than could fill the coffers of a newly Warranted Rogue Trader. Behind Barzani, the tunnel is choked and cracked. The Western door is buried completely, and the spacious chamber as was is now curtailed by rock pillars and debris spoils. There is no sign of the beast which caused it. The only open door is to the West, the lintel crushed at one end, holding open a triangle of dim emergency light from the glowglobe bulkheads beyond. Baraduk's voice crackles in through the vox. +...Six..minut..s+ The rest is lost. Varne is...gone. One moment the Doom Eagle was standing there, the next, half an asteroid replaced him. Dust swirls thickly in the - now unbreathable - air. Registers in your autosenses detect combustible and choking gases. + STRUCTURED TIME SUSPENDED + GM: We will now initiate Four Narrative Rounds. Varne must take a Difficult (-10) Toughness Test or be Stunned. You automatically gain one level of Fatigue, 19 Damage to the Body Location (Arm/TB allowed). Each DoF on the Test inflicts +1 Fatigue. Your Vox is not disabled, but if you try to transmit, roll 1D100. If the score is below 25, the transmission gets through. GM: The other players may search for your comrades with Hard (-20) Perception Tests each Round. Any Player can make the Test, or, one Player may forfeit the Test to grant Assistance. GM: It will take one turn to dig your crew out. If you do not find your comrades after Four Turns we will have to discuss your options, as you're going to be out of time.

Well at the moment, he is a rather attractive rock garden. I have tenders for work from a group of knights.

Afraid my Corruption isn't high enough for that. Varne is a mere landscaping apprentice in the garden of Nurgle, far beneath his joyous gaze.

@Mojake oof, just noticed that 4DoF... worth using that Inf Point you got refunded for a reroll?

Suddenly Kraggan started to suck in air over his teeth!!! But I just fixed it.

GM OOC: won't pre-empt Mojake's narrative here. 4 DoF though... Ukalegon/Atesh: Baraduk's harsh laugh cuts across the corridor like a cold knife. +I was hoping you could give me distance, but no matter.+ He tears his loincloth free, which is long enough for a mortal to wrap themselves in. +Here, conjurer. You look cold.+ When the small party reaches a junction in the tunnels, his shoulders slump and body language betray a deep sigh. +Ukalegon - take the mortal and fly - I will remain here to delay our guests.+ GM: Ukie may use his jump-pack for movement, doubling his rate. We will execute 4 turns of narrative movement requiring either a Challenging (+0) Operate (Aeronautica) Test from Ukie, and Routine (+10) Navigate (Surface) OR; Routine (+10) Psyniscience, OR; Routine (+10) Perception, from Atesh, whichever of those skills provide the higher opportunities. GM: Failure of the Pilot Tests reduces maximum speed, failure by 4+ DoF means the jump pack has konked out for some reason. Failure of the Nav tests means a couple of wrong turns. Failure by 4+ DoF means you get lost. GM: At the end of four narrative turns, you must accumulate equal to or more DoS than DoF between you, otherwise, it's an Infamy Burn to save your sorry carcasses from being smoosh. Work together and mutually support narrative/discuss in the OOC. GM: On that note, screaming and queries in the OOC as per.

[placeholder to keep it moving, I'll edit narrative in later, target 43, rolled 83, Varne gets crushed :( ]

Atesh Sapik The suddenness of the attack shocked Atesh out of his furious revery when what appeared to be an Astartes blessed by the True Gods saved him from the barrage aimed down the corridor. Sapik gratefully accepted the lucifer from the other Astartes, albeit wishing there was also a cloak or some other cover from more basic elements than gunfire. "Yes, Lord, it came from the way we were headed." Atesh pointed back in the general direction of the enemy.

Ukalegon/Sapik: Baraduk shoulders his shotgun, and steps forward, his muzzle covering Ukalgeon without sweeping him. He turns often towards the rear of the column, ushering the naked human between the Marines. He hands the mortal a battered lucifer with his off hand before returning it to the forearm of the close-quarters weapon. +What about you, warlock? Can you detect the foe?+ It is only then you notice that the condensation on the metal walls is thickening into rivulets of scarlet. +We have around six minutes before we join the dust,+ the Corsair says.

Hagga: Dodge Tests: Hagga: Ag42, Roll: 82 Sigh… that's gonna have to be his last InfP spent… Reroll: 39, Pass but no DoS, Hagga goes Prone? Eska: Ag35 +10(Dodge+10) = 45, Roll: 41, Pass but also goes Prone (unless the four-footed get any bonus to keep their feet under them?) The entire chamber seemed to be coming apart. Hagga grimaced and swore, just barely avoiding a falling boulder. He dropped to one knee for stability and holstered his plasma pistol to free a hand to balance himself. Eska crouched beside him, her whines and snarls directed at the sudden avalanche and the creature that was its cause.

Obadiah: The floor shifted under their feet, sections breaking apart into yawning gaps while pieces of the ceiling collapsed onto their heads. Blessed by the fact that he was still by the door, he threw himself back out of the room and into the corridor.

Ukalegon +Negative.+ Ukalegon started to cautiously advance down the corridor again with his mighty infernus pistol raised in front of him, searching for a target. The sudden change in pace from their flight before whatever daemonic force had managed to pass through the veil was not lost on him, and his every instinct as a shock trooper told him they needed to press on ahead and flatten any resistance in their path. +I can try to draw our assailant out, but we are soon to be trapped between it and whatever was summoned by the witch, if it still pursues us.+

It does. It has Resistance (Stun) as well, which I forgot, but it failed the Toughness anyway.