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Mindblade escorts Rubio to his quarters which was down the hall and he collects some weapons and armor and some other rather expensive looking items. While they are gone Octavia and her men return and close the door behind them. She looks to the group. "Now would you mind telling me why you think this Rogue Trader is a descendant of Haarlock and if he is why are we protecting him? You heard that thing if we hand over the blood of his line we will be set free if not we are all doomed to die here."
Octavia's Adept and Guards meet up with the group not to far down the hall and moments later Mindblade appears. Your still a ways off from the guest quarters. It takes you nearly an hour to get to the guest area. You run into a few nuisances along the way but nothing your large group couldn't handle. Octavia and her men go to the room and gear up and meet you back in your room. Rubio asks if he can go to his quarters to get his gear.
The first hit digs deep into the flesh of the man before you and you see insects escape from it's flesh. It's pretty damn gross! The second hit hits him and rips more flesh off. The third hit does the same but even after all that beat the man still stands before you with bugs flying around barely holding him together. Illidan last time you tried to use a psychic power on the relics remember what happened? Nonesuch Servants
Round 7:
Mindblade
The God Emperor is surely protecting you this day. The chaos in the room is dying down a bit as more people are dropping but it's still pretty nuts and bloody. Round 7:
Mindblade
The blade digs into the servants flesh as you can see now he is wearing no armor under hits tattered clothing but the cut does not go deep. There is something strange about his flesh and your blade does not cut that deep only leaving a small mark. Master Nonesuch
Attack 1d100 ⇒ 24 vs 55
Octavia Adept
Abbat Tomas
Nonesuch Servants
Round 6:
The Daemons appear to be staying away from Master Nonesuch. when they get semi close they shriek and fly away to another target. Octavia Guard
Lanus
Mindblade
Master Nonesuch
Attack 1d100 ⇒ 23 vs 45
Octavia Adept
Abbot Tomas
Nonesuch Servants (3)
Attack 1: 1d100 ⇒ 11 vs 40
All misses unless you spend fate point to re-roll Rest in hallways
Rubio looks a bit upset at Nihil's remark. "I do not know what you talk of and as far as I'm aware my family has no connection to the Haarlock bloodline. I only came here to possibly acquire some rare artifacts to bring up my families standing but looks where we are now. We are all as good as dead!" He begins to break down a bit and Octavia slaps him on the back of the head. "Calm down Rogue Trader!" She glares at Nihil a bit.
Round 5:
In the halls your group keeps heading toward the guest rooms. At this pace it will take some time with all the bodies and having to be careful not to get to greedy with your movements and run into to much trouble. Octavia Guards
Lanus Cisten
Mindblade
Master Nonesuch
Octavia Adept
Abbot Thomas
Nonesuch Servants
Nonesuch Servants
Quill
Octavia Nile
Most of you have made it out of the room now except for Mindblade who stood back a bit and Octavias Adept. In the halls up ahead there are bodies all over. The massacre did not just happen in the room you were in. This place must house over a hindered mourners and they all synchronized their attacks. Adpets, PDF and general staff litter the halls with blood everywhere. For those of you outside of the room will now be considered out of combat and can continue to whatever your going and interact with Octavia and Rubio as needed. Round 4 (only top dogs still in room still lot of mourners and screaming adepts)
Octavia Gaurds
Lanus
Mindblade
The mourner is stuck by a barrage of force bolts and is flung to the side motionless. Magyar grins in your directions and bolts for another exit. Master Nonesuch
Ocatvia Adept
Abbot Tamas
Nihil
Auraxis
Captain Rubio
Lanus Cisten
Mindblade
The auction items weren't actually in the same room as you guys they were just holographic images that were on display for them. You all just gonna leave blind Illidan there? Nonesuch Servants
Quill
Octavia Nile
Round 3
All over there is death and screaming! Many of the adepts are now dead that were hosting the party. There are still about a dozen mourners running around with their knives. All the PDF are now dead. You can hear yelling from the halls as it seems like the chaos is not only in this room. Vymer
Magyar Marshrek
Octavia Guards
Illidan
Greel
Master Nonesuch
Octavia Adept
Abbot Tamas of Shale
Nihil
Nonesuch Servants Toughness 1d100 ⇒ 44 vs 35
Quill doesn't appear to be affected by the blinding blast but he is frozen in place by fear of what he is seeing.
Octavia Nile Toughness 1d100 ⇒ 14
Blindness
Round 2
Blind characters have -30 to weapon skills, dodge and parry. They also move at half movement and if they do move they have to make an Agility -10 test or be grounded at end of movement Vymer
Magyar Marshrek
Octavia Guards
Illidan
Auraxis now has a Las Pistol in his hand. Greel doesn't seem to be affected by the blinding flash. He looks quickly at the chaos in the room and runs for an exit. Master Nonesuch Toughness 1d100 ⇒ 80 vs 58
If you are not blind now you need to make a Fear check (fear rating 3) Willpower -20. Because i'm a nice GM I will allow Auraxis to activate one of his powers to help with this if he wishes for cinematic! Octavia Adept Toughness 1d100 ⇒ 46 vs 46
Abbot Tamas of Shale Toughness 1d100 ⇒ 85 vs 40
Nihil
Octavia Guards Toughness 1d100 ⇒ 85 vs 38
Captain Rubio Toughness 1d100 ⇒ 73 vs 30
Lanus Cisten Toughness 1d100 ⇒ 61 vs 30
Mindblade
I'll roll how many rounds everyone is blinded if you fail after the round is over
Init Order
Vymer
Magyar Marshrek
Illidan
GM Only:
Lanus Cisten 1d10 + 2 ⇒ (8) + 2 = 10 Vymer 1d10 + 3 ⇒ (10) + 3 = 13 Quill 1d1 + 3 ⇒ (1) + 3 = 4 Octavia Nile 1d10 + 3 ⇒ (1) + 3 = 4 Octavia Guards (2) 1d10 + 6 ⇒ (5) + 6 = 11 Octavia Adept 1d10 + 6 ⇒ (2) + 6 = 8 Abbot Tamas of Shale 1d10 + 2 ⇒ (6) + 2 = 8 Captain Rubio 1d10 + 3 ⇒ (7) + 3 = 10 Magyar Marshrek 1d10 + 4 ⇒ (9) + 4 = 13 Master Nonesuch 1d10 + 5 ⇒ (3) + 5 = 8 Nonesuch Servants (3) 1d10 + 3 ⇒ (2) + 3 = 5 Greel 1d10 + 3 ⇒ (6) + 3 = 9
Below is a breakdown of "key" players in the room and scrubs Lanus Cisten (and his friend)
There are a bunch of adepts, pdf, mourners and servants running around all crazy now.
Remember none of you have weapons unless you have powers at your disposal. If your intention is to attack just roll init for now and I will roll for those you wish to attack as well. i don't want to roll for everyone in this room will just interact with who your interacting with the rest will be done via dialog from me.
Magyar Marshrek stands pushing his fur pelts over his shoulder. "I have a question for you! Is Haarlock truely dead?" The automaton shifts it's gaze toward him. "The traveller and the scion both do live, one without and the other within. Blood of his blood, born of his line, flesh so frail caught in this web, death shall be their inheritance. Haarlock returns and hell follows with him!" At this last pronouncement, the Mourners fall to their knees wailing and screaming as the whole structure starts to shake and a roar echoes up from the bowels of the earth. The lights flicker and distant explosions can be heard, servo-skulls drop from the air, and servitors collapse lifeless. After a few moments, the complex stops shaking and the roar steadies down to a continuous low rumble. "Know this, the traveller has set our course and the ship cannot be turned. Thirteen hours you have, thirteen hours until his wrath drowns you all in fire and ash, sealed here in the tomb that has been prepared. Fitting punishment for you who would take from him what is his. Never do you learn the lessons of the past, doomed to repeat history’s sins. But first you will suffer, first you will be shriven! "You have but one chance and one chance alone to placate the traveller. One gift will assuage his just fury: Give me the blood of the scion of Haarlock, let it flow to fill this chalice and you shall live, but if my cup remains empty the Children of the Kingdom will gnaw your flesh and darkness will bury your bones." There is a few moments of shocked silence, followed by Master Nonesuch smiling and slowly applauding, whilst some of the more quick-witted attendees begin to flee, and a lot of people pick themselves up off the floor, dazed and confused by the shocking turn of events. Provost Bland staggers dazed to his feet and cries out, asking what it all means, at which point Greel rears up behind him screaming "Fools! You are trapped here, buried alive! Death to the defilers of the tombs! Death to those who profane his name by stealing from our master!" At which point a power blade springs from his staff to form a scythe and he cuts Provost Bland in two in a welter of gore. The mourners start wailing "We are the dead!" and draw silver blades from beneath their robes and fall upon bystanders and guards attacking indiscriminately. The chaos spreads quickly! Please roll initiative and decide what you want to do as this place went super crazy super fast!
Captain Rubio speaks up "What is to come dark creature." It shifts it's head toward Rubio "The black sun burns and he comes, riding its wake. The last voyager, the herald of all woes. At its passing the eye shall be snuffed out, the carrion lords thrown down, and the hungering ones torn from the outer dark. All this I see cast amid these cold stars." You can see Rubio shiver a bit at it's reply.
Octavia stands up and asks. "If you are what you say you are and the creation of him then what are we in this?" The automaton turns it's head towards her. "You are serpents of lies and self-deluded fools. You seek for much yet know little. You are those who have come to despoil the house of the dead only to join its number." Octavia looks taken aback by it's replay and look of disgust on her face as if she can destroy it with just a thought. Others in the room do not look to pleased by it's comments as well. Master Nonesuch seems to be the only one enjoying the show right now.
Most of the crowd seems to be in a bit of shock of what is transpiring. Master Nonesuch just sits there smiling with his guards standing still. Lanus speaks up first "Who are you?" The Gilded Widow responds slowly "I am she who my father froze in her beauty and her grief; alone and weeping forever I shall sit, cursed to foretell and to know, but never act or feel, save for the void that hungers evermore within."
There were a few people already here that came via other methods. Nonesuch didn't travel with you guys either nor Magyar Marshrek. Master Nonsuch makes a huge grin up at Nihil and nods his head. "Going once! Going twice! SOLD! Before the next item is brought on stage a number of Mourners drift silently into attendance, including Greel, who leans on a very heavy and ornate crooked iron staff. Before matters resume, there is some commotion between the mourners and advocates, and eventually a troubled looking Bland returns to the podium to speak. "Before bidding is commenced on the greater lots, several parties have requested…and the High Mourner has insisted… against my wishes, that a demonstration be carried out, before its sale, of the oracular device known as the Gilded Widow." Carried reverentially on a litter by six Mourners, the Gilded Widow on her throne is brought to the dais beside Bland. Greel removes a heart-shaped ruby crystal that pulses slowly with a crimson inner light from within his robes and fits the “heart” into the Widow’s chest. The transformation is sudden and remarkable, and the gilded figure shudders to life. Elegant metal fingers cut and spin the cards from the tarot deck, as Greel and the Mourners back away from the dais, bowing as shocked gasps and murmurs escape the crowd. The Gilded figure lifts her face and eyes of uttermost cold darkness to study the crowded auditorium. "ASK AND BE ANSWERED," the gilded Widow states in an empty, mocking voice.
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