Heron Mask attempts to dodge the barrage of bullets.
1d100 ⇒ 17 vs 42
First 3 bullets he's able to avoid but the 4th strikes the Heron Mask in the arm and the 5th in his head causing it to explode like an M80 in a pineapple as the power of the Emperor guides Illidan's bullets true!
Gilligan looks at nihil suspiciously .oO(wtf is he up to) illidans eyes turn black, void of any light as he is given a glimpse of the infinite realities of the future.
Glimpse No. Jutsu 3d10 + 5 ⇒ (3, 7, 1) + 5 = 16 vs 18
Dodge 1d100 ⇒ 3 Gilligan backs away in a direction from the widower and clock.
The room falls silent for a moment when the explosion happens then you could hear the cries and screams as many of the people in the room are now dead or severely injured.
You see the Widower's body shifts and contort and appears to be torn apart as whatever unnatural forces holding it together are undone, leaving only a horrific, writhing mass in the crude shape of a face screaming and wailing, begging it's master for forgiveness.
The echoed light of the Black Sun flickers and disappears as the clock finishes it's destruction and normal daylight soon shines in through the windows.
You all see Nihil holding what appears to be a coal like heart shaped object that he ripped from the clock which caused the explosion. The Widower is just babbling on the ground a puddle of muck with just it's face showing which appears to be like a mask of some sorts. It isn't dead but not able to do anything further in it's condition.
Its always funny how its really the simple things that save your life. He didn't have to flip backward in the air or run like a mad man. All he had to do was duck and the majority of the explosion flew right over him. Rising up from the debris, holding the stone heart with both hands, Nihil slowly walked over to the Widower, kneeling before the creature.
Now that he looked at the creature, he pitied it...
He planned to kill himself Arbite. That's what this whole thing was about. He just wanted to end his own suffering.
Nihil muttered quietly under his breath before unholstering his Hectur pistol, pressing the suppressor muzzle to the dying creature's forehead and pulled the trigger, speeding up the already inevitable demise.
"Illidan that signia of yours doing anything now that the perp is dead? I bet this information is something that the Inquisition should know about, clearly what is going on here is much larger than we suspected. We should pay a visit to that woman or whatever she was again".
Shaking his head slowly, Nihil pulled himself up to his feet, unable to help the poor creature. He glared at the assassin for a moment but said nothing, holstering his pistol and moving away from the others. He examined the heart shaped stone, turning it about in his hand before tucking it underneath the crook of his arm and beginning to search for Julia.
By the blood of Emperor he prayed that at least she survived this.
Illidan goes over to Constantine singing a song a his valor off key and scoops up the flame gun he no longer has use for. 100 points of exp to learn basic blame weapons "rest in peace at the emperors side brother" Illidan goes to address auraxis concerns. While deactivating his pick recorder tranfersfering images to his data slate and transmitting images and video to auraxis, huntarr"I will be sure to inform the inquisition but incase I fall in battle you two have the same info I have"
is Constantine data slate in tact I could give it to nihil if still in working order
Psyscience test 1d100 ⇒ 12 vs 40
Is there anything else I can acquire from Constantine. Weapons, tool, thrones anything useful or of worth?!? Illidan hands Nihil the vox com and data slate from Constantine dead body to nihil and screams in agony "AARRGGHH!!! clutching his head in pain Illidan regains somewhat composure "just what the f@#$ is that thing?!?"
Casually taking the dataslate the psyched gave him, Nihil pocketed the item with little more than a nod of thanks. He was also not very phased by his sudden scream of pain. No doubt he attempted to probe the object with his mind.
The one thing that kept that creature alive and bound to Haarlock's will. I will examine it when I have the proper tools. Perhaps it can give me some sort of clue or connection to Haarlock's whereabouts.
"This fool was annoying a shame he got himself slain. Now that we have completed what we set out to do I have changed my mind. I have no desire to stay on this filthy planet a second longer than I have to. I am heading to the space port. I will report this incident to the Inquisition when I reach Scintilla anyone else care to join me?"
As you guys are gathering up whatever belongs you want from the fallen and making your way out of the Manse the suns light is bright and coming up toward you is a familiar sight (at least to some of you).
The White Scholar approaches but he is not alone. Along with him is a female wish a shaved head and obvious tattoos of an Imperial Psyker on her skull and beside her are 4 large servitors carrying a throne of some sorts which an elderly man with long, lank hair and a narrow, sharp face. He is wearing several layers of theadbare and soiled-looking clothes, with a moth-eaten shawl covering his shoulders. He has vividly intense amber eyes and speaks with a bitter, rasping voice as he looks down at you all.
"So these are them White Scholar?"
The White Scholar nods bowing his head as he speaks to the elderly man. "Yes my lord they are the ones that saved this planet from destruction. I am sure of it by the looks of this place and us all still standing."
The elderly man begins to cough violently and blood dribbles down from his mouth as the servitors lower his throne down. You see the rosette of an Inquisitor sway from his necklace around his neck as the bald psyker pulls out a cloth and wipes up the blood.
He waves his hand to dismiss her and then looks toward the group.
"My name is Inquisitor Silas Marr and you all, point to each and every one of you (including you Nihil) are now my acolytes. What you have discovered here is no coincidence. The Emperor has great plans for you and I am going to guide you to that greatness. We are all now looking for the same answers and together we will get them."
Illidan steps forward and kneels down address the Inquisitor and his team "Greetings Inquisitor Silas Marr, I am known as Acolyte Illidan. These men and Lady with me have fought admirably to bring the Justice of the emperor to this planet at the request of a fallen inquisitor. "
I personally cannot recall his name
Illidan flips through his back pack searching its content and pulls out the rosette of the fallen and present it to Inquisitor Marr ”We here have uncovered many hidden truths, we purged this planet of most unclean heretics, demons, as dictated by imperial Rule. We have suffered and comrades have fallen in the process.” Illidan pauses briefly remembering those that have fallen. ”It would be our DUTY no HONOR to SERVE YOU AND YOUR CAUSE! To bring this and ANY OTHER WORLD INTO COMPLIANCE OF THE INQUISITION and BRING IMPERIAL LAW TO THOSE UNWORTHY. We “ Illidan composes himself ”We have conquered a world starting only with our wits alone, We Will bring Order to the an Entire Sector if the inquisition can procure us with the right effects, im talking guns… BIG ONES who burst shatters ear drums, Ammo, Gear, Armor, Tools, servitors”
Illidan points to Auraxis "ohh and he needs a medic asap"