With Albaras leading the way, you thread your way along the wall.
The cleaning servitor, turning lazy circles at the room's center, its servo-motors seizing up, makes a faint, whining noise, which, with your footsteps, is the only sound.
There is some stony rubble heaped along the wall, just ahead.
Emerik looked at the Servitor, wondering if there was a way to find out what had happened from the machine. Still, it didn't sound like it was in a state to try and kill them at least...and so he continued to the rubble before looking around again.
It appears that there are the crumbled remains of several statues on the floor. Yet, all of the plinths are occupied.
Emerik looked at the rubble in horror, and then the nearby plinths. [i]Some of these things may not be like the others, some of these things may not belong,[/b] his mind gibbered as his eyes searched.
Men (?) in shapeless ashen cloaks, are clambering down from the plinths where they had taken the place of statues.
That didn't look good. Emerik looked for more substantial cover and a good arc of fire. If he had to spray the room and keep firing on suppressive bursts, he'd do so.
So three figures stiffly drop down from their hiding places amidst the statuary: stub automatics appearing from beneath their cloaks.
With an eerie calmness the march forward across the empty space of the hall.
Opening fire in a long brust, Emerik tried to pin down as many of the strange figures as possible. "Go, go, go!" he bellowed at the others over the chatter of his autogun.
You shoot high, flinging death just over their heads.
They neither flinch nor turn, but slowly, implacably march forward.
Well, that was creepy. Most things made an attempt at getting to cover. Emerik crouched behind his own cover, on the theory that might have some weapons, and opened fire again. Might as well make sure the damned things were fearless and not just well disciplined.
The two on the outside stop, (at about 24 meters) and raise their weapons, firing a short burst. The grim figure in the center continues its grim march.
Killer 1 sends two slugs ripping into your right arm.
Killer three apparently brought an empty gun to the climatic fight. He casually tosses the gun aside, and resumes his advance.
"Fine, let's see if you're immune to being shot." Giving a quick glance to the others to see how they were fairing, he raised both Autoguns and unleashed a stream at the pair of them. It seemed only fitting.
- Missed Mourner 1
So you shred Killer 1 and 2. They don't appear to be wearing any armor, but except for a thin trickle of greasy black ichor you don't see the red blooms of bloody wounds.
Emerik noticed the red gouge next to his armour for the first time. He grunted in annoyance - he didn't have the time to die right now.
He glanced at the black blood. Servitors or possessed. Either way, it explained why they weren't hiding. Emerik glanced over, trying to see how the others were doing.
They are circling around the 'wounded' cleaning servitor, racing towards the door.
So the one on your left, snaps off a short burst. the other two continue their slow, relentless advance.
Rounds drive into the statuary surrounding you, causing a hail of marble chips to snow down on you.
Emerik focused his weapons once more on the two advancing.
The first attack doesn't seem to cause much damage at all.
The second attack hammers away at your assailant's right leg; shredding the black canvas of his utilitarian pants, and spraying black ichor across the floor.
The pair closest to you separate, apparently intending to flank you.
The 3rd killer fires a final burst.
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And that is most definitely the final burst as the gun seizes up.
Buying time, Emerik headed as far from the implacable creatures as he could. He glanced over at the door to see if the others had escaped yet.
They're about 30 meters from the door.
The third revenant looks over in their direction, and then its head swivels back to you, and it begins it steady march towards you.
So their steady movement is 6 m./round. So how fast are you going to run, and for how long?
So you scurry around the vast entrance hall, for 4 rounds, while they plod unimaginatively after you (though they do spread out, so they can no longer be targeted by bursts).
You are rewarded with the sight of your companions flinging open the great doors, and racing into the sooty brume outside.
So, its a new round, they're 24 meters distant.
Emerik took a chance to reload both his weapons while he had a moment. He would likely only get one shot in before he had to move once again, but better than running out at an awkward moment.
With the others finally out, however, he didn't need to hold out long - just long enough to give them time to get away.
Two of the revenants are 12 meters away now, and the third one is lagging a little behind at 18 meters.
Grunting in annoyance at the creatures, Emerik began to move backwards towards the door, aiming with the right gun and pulling the trigger. With the doors open he might as well keep moving ahead while riddling them with bullets. He continued to focus on the already wounded one. Eventually, it would dissolve under the hail of fire. He hoped.
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His left arm disintegrates under a fire-hose of lead, and as it does his whole body appears to unravel; breaking into a wriggling, writhing, wormy mass of necrotic flesh.
Make a Fear test (0 penalty).
Emerik recoiled from the horror. Clearly, this place was worse than it seemed. This explained why the rest of the Inquisition party was missing.
So the room spins, and Alberas slumps to the floor; only to wake seconds later; with pale hands reaching for him.
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Thankfully, Emerik was both tough and heavily armoured. Instead of bothering to Dodge he simply bolted for the door.
Feeling positively naked without his weapons, Albaras sprints for the open doors.
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