illdan presses his hands folded together bowing his head slightly and starts uttering an archaic language. The aura around his hands give off an appealing royal blue color. It seems to be spreading throughout his entire person.
Invocation 1d100 ⇒ 96 vs 57 full round. While in combat.
"I saw no one approach me except for your woman Illidan. This was certainly a trap left here to dissuade anyone from interfering in the plans of our foe. Let us continue on, certainly this means we are on the right track".
"Indeed this was a clever design to stall us. We'd better hurry and get to the bottom of this. Only a few hours left or we will fail."
Illidan looks at the dismantled servitors checking to see if there are any comp ports
I would like to hack into the main line of these servitors see where the main source is streaming from. Find out their main objectives was it sent to mess with us on purpose or just droneing around. Worst case I would like to program one and have a servitor to follow my commands... OR AM I JUST WASTING MY TIME would like to delve deeper into my role playing skills here... ohh and please describe the room we are in I know its flipped but are there exits, doors, passages, windows anything of worth or noticable.
"Hows everyone standing, any serious need for a medic?"
Illidan looks up shock and AWE as the riddle of Her is revealed "It's YOU again"
correction I am trained in tech use for situation like these illidan looks for the least damaged servitor and begins looking through a control pannel at the base of its neck. To gain some insight of its source code or programming origin
"I am going to see what I can find out from this one. 1d100 ⇒ 61 40 - 20 (for NO Damn good reason)
"piece of s@#% is busted up real good" illidan gets up and looks for the next thing to kill down the hallway her came through
As you make your way through the Bronze door you come into an open room area with chairs, desks and a painting of a very beautiful woman hanging on the wall. All the furniture is very nice here of quality only befit a noble house.
Still holding his pistol casually in one hand, Nihil followed Huntarr into what seemed to be an office. Smirking slightly to himself, he immediately began to search the room, looking for any file, records, or piece of information that could be useful.
psyscience test success 1d100 ⇒ 56 vs 40
illidan crosses his arms and thinks "don't know who this by!@# is "
illidan grabs hold of the parchment snaps a photo of it and the one on the wall illidan tears off a corner piece of it and places the parchment on the table and goes into the hallway. Illidan projects an image from his recorder and sits and focus on the image
Invocation: 1d100 ⇒ 95 illidan's eyes turn black like a thousand nights
illidan projects his mind into an infinite realities.
Glimpse no Jutsu 3d10 + 5 ⇒ (5, 3, 3) + 5 = 16 vs 18 the future seems hazy
Dowsing 2d10 + 5 ⇒ (4, 6) + 5 = 15 vs 11
Psysciense test to find the by!@# 1d100 ⇒ 82 vs 50
Illdan comes into the room
"she's not in this room I can tell you guys that any other ideas?"
This is a page from the Warrant not the whole thing left behind.
The Haarlock Warrant
Rogue Traders are all but unique in Imperial culture in that they are given licence to travel freely between the stars, both within the Imperium and without. A Rogue Trader’s charter gives him the right and authority to contact, trade, and make war beyond the Emperor’s Light. Outside the fringes of mankind’s domain, each Rogue Trader is a law unto himself.
The Haarlock warrant goes further, charging the Haarlocks to ”Bring the truth of the God-Emperor of Mankind and punish the foes of man in the darkness beyond.” It authorizes the raising and maintenance of a private fleet and army, going so far as to grant (with certain caveats) title to request arms, vessels, and support from the ”Emperor’s Servants.”
In Imperial terms, this degree of power in the hands of a single individual is staggeringly rare. The value of the Haarlock warrant is almost incalculable, and many would do any deed to possess it.
Much of the four millennia history of the Haarlock line is lost, and what does remain shows a repeated wax and wane of their power as they fade in and out of Imperial history. Recently, however, Albrach Haarlock was slain at the Battle of Bitter Reach, casting his bloodline into conflict. During this, an unusual scion rose to prominence.
A nephew of Albrach Haarlock by his long-dead sister, Erasmus is recorded in the Abulon Chronicles as being without ambition, remarkable only for a sharp wit and a valuable talent for the mysteries of technoarcana and xeno-lore. He was granted the captaincy of a scout frigate, The Spear of Destiny. During the conflict, Erasmus was lured into a trap by Mathias Haarlock, an outcast family member who turned to the Ruinous Powers for aid. Assailed by warp fiends, Erasmus was terribly injured in the attack and lost his beloved wife and daughter. Certain sources believe this incident drove Erasmus insane.
Ten standard years passed before Erasmus appeared again, and he had become a changed man, gaunt and terrible, possessing dire weapons and incomprehensible knowledge. In less than three years, Erasmus Haarlock succeeded in hunting down and systematically destroying every rival claimant to the Haarlock Warrant. Familiy members, allies, contacts, and anyone that stood between him and his vengeance were all considered forfeit by Erasmus. With his rivals destroyed, Erasmus was declared the Haarlock by a convocation of Imperial authorities from Solomon, Scintilla, and Ophelia VII. In the year 703.M41, Erasmus vanished without a trace.
The notion of placing the muzzel of his Hecuter to the back of the psycher's head and pulling the trigger was.... Tempting. After not only trashing the room for no reason but also for snatching to paper out of his hands, Nihil seemed to find no love for the mongrel... Sighing quietly, he moved back over to the desk, examining the painting without realizing the the little girl was about to desecrate it.
Huntarr has no desire to debate any of this and moves towards the door that no one has been through yet. He knew that the enemy must have heard the fighting, and that they were even now preparing a response.
"I'm moving on. We're wasting time arguing."
Huntarr approaches the door and opens it, shotgun held at the ready.
"There is no fighting amongst each other. this "person" I do not know doesn't want me to carve up this B~!##ES painting. And it is not sheer amusement, it has a purpouse. What about the information behind it????"
ILLIDAN walks off with a hearty laugh "I wonder whrich is quicker "Her" blades or his bullets" as illidan makes his way towards the travelling companions you hear him snort flem to the back of his throat and spit on the ground further decimate this place which keeps him in constant danger.