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Maybe the shape is not of a weapon per say, but maybe tooth or claw?

"Hrothgar didn't you bring back a trophy from Tantalus?"

Hrothgar produces his hard-won trophy and compares it with the lock.

Awareness 1d100 ⇒ 46 Add in the bonuses and I think I made the roll

Hrothgar scratches his bearded jaw. I wonder....

If Decius asks Hrothgar to take a look at the thing...hint... hint...

"Brother Hrothgar, we do not harm anything in the Omega Vault. We treat it with respect and honour. It will reveal what it will to us when it is ready, not before then."

"Then we convince it to open up. And now is the ready time."

Events suggest that this Omega Vault has an intelligence. Heretical that thought may be. How do I convince the others?

"With respect, but we must leave."

Reverse psychology, anyone?

"Brothers Vex and Emeric, See if you can figure out this portal. If any of the rest of us has an idea on how to open it, I want to hear it."

"Bah, by Russ' red beard, break it down. Anyone got a melta bomb?

Come to one of my feast-halls, young Wolf, and you will find delights beyond your wildest imaginings. You have not known drink until you have supped from the goblet of Slaanesh.

"Nah! I'm not a big fan of Slanessh."

@Edhem, love that battle cry. Ever listen to the Throne of Lies?

"Bah!!! They will not even begin to compete in the drinking of Fenrisian ale!!!"

"Aye! Just observing you heretics!"

"Brother Emeric, I am confused. I detect some things that should not be here."

Hrothgar remains silent. He tries to detect if there is anything wrong with the scent of anyone here.

Awareness 1d100 ⇒ 53

if that is a failure, I invoke wolf senses

Awareness 1d100 ⇒ 2

As always, Hrothagr's perception of the universe is influenced greatly by his sense of smell.

Having no idea what to make about with their current situation "We should keep moving forward, if there is a door for us the Vault will let us know of it"

Navigation(Surface) 44 - 40 = 41d100

Decius' comment reminded Hrothgar of the ancient tales of his people, of men who forever walk the icy wastes unable to find the way home. He then now have an inkling of what the Vault may be. It is an adversary.

He discovered the weapons, traps and now this. This Vault seems to be toying with them. Some cunning is required. Like Decius, he stands guard over his brothers.

Bears fangs: "Bring it on, heretics!"

You heretics will be put to the sword soon enough!!!!

Hrothgar moves to the head of the lines. Raising his hands, with weapons clenched in them: "Wait! Those damned doorways are trapped!"

Hrothgar looks for anything that might be a weapons platform in disguise.

Awareness 1d100 ⇒ 50

Hrothgar looks at the members of Kill Team Mordant and accesses their strengths and weaknesses. Though they are Astartes, they are not of the pack yet. Russ' gift to his sons is not without its peculiarities.

Hrothgar's world view is heavily influenced by the scents he perceives and this momentous occasion is no different as he sniffs the chamber's atmosphere. Is there something that should not be there?

Awareness 1d100 ⇒ 48

If that is a failure then Hrothgar re-rolls, as per Wolf Senses

Awareness 1d100 ⇒ 15

"By the Allfather and Russ, I was born ready."

"Ale!!! For the love of the Emperor!!! My bolt pistol for some ale!!!"

I have no objections to the addition of another battle-brother. Two demi-squads should prove more than able to handle most mission objectives.

Tis not fear that I feel for that is anathema to Astartes.

Hrothgar bares his fangs in anticipation.

What fateful point in time is this that we are all present, as the wards of that massive chamber open....

Hrothgar nods a solemn salute to Decius.

Hrothgar nods in agreement with Emeric.

He waits for the two adherents of technology to conclude their discourse.

He sketches a gesture to the forgemaster suggesting a round of drinking.

Erioch System

Watch Fortress Erioch, The Foundry Level, Forge of the Forgemaster Greyweaver
258.817.M41
Hour 19 System Sidereal Time

** spoiler omitted **

Brother Hrothgar wrote:

"The forging of such a device would fall upon the shoulders of the Forgemaster would it not?"

"Ah, it would lad, and though I don't doubt that you would find ample use for just such a piece of artifice, we Iron Priest's are ever curious---just what made you suspect I had such a device in my possession?"

"It was just a hunch, Forgemaster. A touch of Russ' cunning if you will."

I don't recall reading about any such a device in the Sourcebooks so far. Though I might have overlooked it.

"Hahaha, proud as I am of my abilities, I am not vain enough to believe that I am the only recipient of the Allfather's blessing of insight. I am sure that I am not the first one to notice the lack of cohesion the tyranids suffer when their leader forms are slaughtered. And who among the Emperor's many servants would be first to get such insight if not the xenos hunters of the Ordo Xenos, the Deathwatch."

"The forging of such a device would fall upon the shoulders of the Forgemaster would it not?"

Hello, guys. Sorry for not posting earlier. RL has shifted into high gear with my personal life, increased case load, and longer stock trading hours (I dabble in the stock market) contributing to keep me away from assuming my other personas (Ryuk, Hrothgar and GM for Dragon Crag). I figure I need more time to get Dragon Crag in order. I'll keep you guys updated.

“Pardon my candor, forgemaster, but forthrightness is the way of Russ and I would not have it any other way.”

“Forgemaster, during our last mission I observed that the tyranids lose coordination when their leader is struck down. I suspect that these “leaders” have some sort of sorcery linking them to the others of its kind. A device that can do that would be most invaluable.”

"Do you have such a device?"

Hrothgar nods to Fellhand before facing the forgemaster.

“Hail, Harl Greyweaver! Tis an honor to meet you.”

“I am Hrothgar, I come seeking a favor."

“And this is Emeric of the Black Templars, a puissant battle brother, whose purpose he shall divulge to you in due to time.”

Hrothgar bears his fangs, "We have raised cups together, Fellhand. I will not bring dishonor to a drinking companion. My word upon it."

For the Omega Vault

Hrothgar finally exits the training cage. He hails Caledonii and Decius. "Ho! How goes the training?"

Hrothgar takes his leave of Fellhand. Something of the wolf blood within demands that he takes some time alone. His footsteps unerringly leading him to the practice cages.

Hrothgar picks up a pair of chainswords. He activates a pair of battle servitors to test him, "Begin."

Watch Fortress Erioch, Refectory of the Spavined Skull

242.817.M41
Hour 24 System Sidereal Time

Brother Hrothgar wrote:

"Fellhand, strong you may be but I won the challenge and drank you under."

Still somewhat impaired by his libations, Fellhand grunts condescendingly, looking down his nose at Brother Hrothgar as he bristles with petty indignation.

"Bah, who is to say who succumbed first, your Iron Snake was no good witness to the final outcome!"

Hrothgar you are fairly certain Brother Fellhand knows precisely who lost the drinking bout, but his arrogant denial of the truth is a powerful thing, more a means to save face than anything else. You can make a Routine [+20] Fellowship characteristic test to assuage his wounded pride and bring him around. Bonuses apply if you roleplay it in a way that is convincing.

Fellowship 1d100 ⇒ 8

If Hrothgar manages to reform Fellhand, then the Wolf-Priest career is a possibility in his future.

Hrothgar smiles as he realizes that the mighty Fellhand seeks to save face.

"Granted that Decius did kiss the floor earlier than the both of us, he is clearly not a witness to the final outcome of the contest. However, we both know what happened. Russ and the Allfather know what happened."

"Be that as it may, I will be doing our Chapter a disservice if I do not augment you with lore on how best to deal with the xenos."

"Fellhand, judge for yourself if what I tell you now is worthy of the introduction you promised."

Hrothgar then recounts the mission and the conclusions he has made on the manner of the tyranids.

Hehehe Fellhand's reaction to his defeat should prove interesting as I intend to collect my winnings :-)

Watch Fortress Erioch, Refectory of the Spavined Skull

242.817.M41
Hour 24 System Sidereal Time

He snorts derisively.

"Feh!, now that I have won, Brother Hrothgar, I am weary of petty games---I would hear of your Devourer's lore as you promised!"

Hrothgar almost doesn't have the hearts to tell him.

Brother Caledonii, the skin of his face still red and ash-flecked from the fires of the forge then strides into the refectory. It is obvious from his irritable expression that he has been searching for his brethren and is in no mood for such frivolity. His stern gaze is drawn in the direction of the somewhat haggard Brother Decius and the grinning Brother Hrothgar before finally alighting upon the huge, blustering Space Wolf across from both.

"Fellhand, strong you may be but I won the challenge and drank you under."

I challenge it is your right to choose the weapon

"Alright, since you put it that way, I choose to fight with chainswords."

"Chainswords, Decius?"

Hrothgar then turns to Attalus.

"We shall be honored if you would stand as arbiter."

"Victory!"

Hrothgar pumps his fists into the air, before slamming the floor with his bulk. A satisfied smile decorates the Space Wolf's flushed features.

As he drifts into the dreamtime, Hrothgar had a thought: Space Wolves are different from the other Astartes in that they do not forget that they were once men.

"Hahaha Attalus you're a sly one!"

"Decius, more?"

Rook, I have a hectic schedule ahead; major case filing. To abbreviate, I am posting my rolls for the following additional rounds below

Toughness 1d100 ⇒ 13

"More!"

Hrothgar sings a short ditty.

"Ein zwei drei vier
Lift your stein and drink your beer
Ein zwei drei vier
Lift your stein and drink your beer"

Rook, a Space Wolf would have taken Carouse as standard hehehe; now I find myself wishing advances in Perform hehehe perhaps in the next round....

Toughness 1d100 ⇒ 27

Hrothgar again drains his tankard with the same alacrity as the first.

"Drink! Drink! Drink!"

"Attalus, I wager that we can drink you under. In exchange, you shall provide us with an introduction to the Forgemaster, Harl Greyweaver. Otherwise, we shall tell you of our experience with the minions of the Great Devourer."

"Are the stakes to your liking?"

Once Attalus agrees...

Toughness 1d100 ⇒ 2

Hrothgar drains his tankard swiftly and without hesitation.

I should have maxed out Carouse when I had the chance....

With another sly grin Snakes are known to be able to open their mouths to swallow their prey whole looking at my tankard for a moment Some other animals pretend they can do the same, but they only have big mouths to talk and nothing to show for the I start drinking the whole tankard until I can see the bottom of it Well... are you both to slow to start drinking I'm already ahead in the competition by 1 tankard

"Bah, your tankard does not even remotely meet the amount of libations that I have imbibed."

Watch Fortress Erioch, Refectory of the Spavined Skull

242.817.M41
Hour 18 System Sidereal Time

Common Lore (Deathwatch) test failed.

"Attalus Fellhand accepts your challenge, Hrothgar. He will show both his boastful kinsman and his late-coming serpent-friend what it means to drink a man beneath a table. Pray only that you have enough that I may properly slake my thirst."

ROUTINE COMMON LORE (DEATHWATCH) 1d100 ⇒ 21

Hrothgar scratches his chin as he considers the stakes to be wagered.

Don't think there is a sea big enough to quench (sic) your boasting if that is the case Hrothgar

"I don't like your tone there, brother. Boasting suggests lying and I don't lie."

"Ho Decius! Come join the pack!" Hrothgar waves his tankard at Decius.

"Here is the precious elixir of Fenris."

"There is a lot here but not enough to quench my thirst hahahaha!!!!"

Erioch System

Watch Fortress Erioch, Refectory of the Spavined Skull
242.817.M41
Hour 18 System Sidereal Time

Brother Hrothgar, please attempt a Challenging [+0] Common Lore (Deathwatch) skill test to recall some information regarding this Space Wolf.

In a friendly, but boastful bit of one-upsmanship, the hulking Space Wolf proclaims, "I have yet to meet the Wolf who can outdrink me, so I pray that you have much and more, my brother."

He practically roars at the ancient servitor:

"Metal-thrall! Fetch me a tankard!"

He then looks Hrothgar up and down, blatantly taking the measure of him, brow knitting as his nose loudly sniffs the air, nostrils flaring.

"You yet have the stench of the brood-swarm yet about you, brother. Tell me truly, do you come from battle with the foul Devourer's spawn?"

His question is almost antagonistic, with a hint of---could it be jealousy?

Common Lore (Deathwatch) 1d100 ⇒ 70

Nope no luck with Intelligence LOL

Hrothgar takes a long pull before replying, "I say 'aye' to both of your queries, brother."

"We fought the Devourer's minions and took home the head of one of its more cunning progeny, one that is like a chameleon."

"Me and the rest of the members of my kill-team gained insight into the Devourer's strength and weakness."

"Such lore I am willing to share with you, if you desire it, brother."

Hrothgar again takes another long pull.

"That is if you can outdrink me hahahaha!!!!"

"Aye, brother, enough to share. But be warned: my thirst is great."

Hrothgar decides its time to seek the company of Wolves, the usual palaver of mead and boasting is long overdue.

Decius should find Hrothgar in one of the feast halls of the Watch Station.

Inquisitor Quist turns to the Space Wolf, her eyes lingering upon Brother Vex for a fleeting second before moving on, as if sensing the Dark Angel's thoughts.

"Yes, in time, Brother Hrothgar. I must first confer with the Inquisitor of the Chamber and apprise her of this debriefing. In the interim you and the rest of Kill-team Umbra will be provided with ample time to recover and prepare for your next mission."

Hrothgar seems crestfallen but accepts the inquisitor's words and salutes, "We live to serve. For Russ and the Allfather."