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Doesn't swift attack or something give you one extra attack for every two degrees of success of something?
Dodge Test 1d100 ⇒ 28
Initiative 1d10 + 3 ⇒ (6) + 3 = 9
Nihil merely stands very calmly to the side, hands folded behind his chest. He was in agreement with, whether either of them knew it or not. No sense in bothering with petty subterfuge if it held no benefit.
"I would suggest you call down your little pet, dear Logican, or you will all die here."
He smiled.
Nihil sighed in annoyance at his own little blunder, pressing his fingers to his closed eyes and rubbing them gently as if they could soothe the pain of his own inherent stupidity. Finding no other purpose in doing so, he placed a hand upon Auraxis' bolter, slowly lowering it.
"Friends, let's not point fingers or weapons at each other, yes? We would all like to make it out of this situation alive so let us put the guns down and move on without difficulty."
After which, he turns to Rubio.
"Now enough of these games, Rubio. If all this wretched automaton requires is some of your blood then just cut your hand pour it into the chalice, if you'd please."
Of course, he could have added in that should the Rogue Trader's descendent not cooperate, they could always take him by force and slit his throat over the chalice. After the day they've been having, he wasn't entirely against the notion.
Nihil laughed as well at the sight of Illidan falling on his ass.
"Difficulty walking, Illidan? Hehe"
Nihil will look around the room. Is he able to tell if the forcefield is surrounding the Widow or can he spy any forcefield conduits showing that it's a wall separating the room.
Nihil casually rolls his eyes. Give a sewer dregs the responsibility of point man and suddenly he thinks he's the Imperial Warmaster himself... Ohwell.
"Roj, try not shooting the defenseless machine, would you dear boy?..."
"What a charming reunion... Shall we proceed?"
(at the very least, I think this shows us tha either this whole thing was completely rushed to begin with or the man in charge of the operation is completely incompetent)
Onward, gentlemen!
"Its simple, really. We enter the Crypts and collect what we paid for."
Nihil merely chuckled softly, adjusting the straps on his arm bracer as he spoke.
"I believe he is the descendent of Haarlock because that is what he is. We saw his image in the twisted mirror, his face grow pale before he spent a small fortune on it. We've seen his reactions throughout the auction, how he shifts uncomfortably at the mention of Haarlock's line, and we've all seen how the Automaton turned to face him each time she spoke of Haarlock.
Rubio is still alive because we need him. You heard the witch machine. Haarlock is returning and Rubio is his final connection to the Rogue Trader's line. The entire sector is at stake in this little game, dear Lady, and Rubio will be the Ace up our sleeve... If we can keep him alive of course..."
Nihil simply nods. Mindblade was in all intents and purposes the most capable warrior here. It would be best to put Rubio in his care. That and he didn't believe a word that whoreson Rubio said. He knew of his connection with the Haarlock line whether he wanted to believe it or not. His reactions throughout the auction had made that evident. He quickly and quietly suited adorning his carapace armour and holstering his pistols. Clicking his tongue twice, he beckoned his cherub and servo skull two him, the familiar and animated skull coming to call. After the cherub perched itself upon his shoulder, he turned to his comrades.
"Now then, gentlemen... Shall we descend into the jaws of the daemon?"
"A true son of Malfai always has a plan, Master Sardon. But first order of business, we must retrieve our belongings from the guest room if we expect to hold any sort of chance. Yes?"
Of course, he was purely lying out of his ass. He didn't have a plan nor did he really expect one to come to him any time soon. He was expecting something to come to him on the way to retrieve their gear... Here's to hoping, ya? His attention (no longer blinded) now turned to Captain Rubio as they moved, stepping over bodies and the like.
"But I believe the last inheritor of Haarlock's line can illuminate to us a little bit onto this situation..."
Nihil wanders about aimlessly do, cursing for his inability to see. He suddenly felt a hand on his shoulder and was about ready to punch them had he not heard the muttering of Mindblade. Put at ease for a fraction of a moment. Upon hearing Nonsuch's scream, he went slightly pale for a moment, his blindness making him more fearful than usual. "What in the Maelstrom was that?...." he muttered low towards Mindblade, moving in the direction he was guided.
Sorry, guys. For some reason, my thing didn't tell me there was new posts until today....
Toughness Test 1d100 ⇒ 40 vs 35
"Sweet blood of the Emperor!" Nihil shouts as he is blinded, placing his hands to his now blinded eyes and reeled back at the searing pain.
Initiative 1d10 + 3 ⇒ (5) + 3 = 8
The Malfian Noble snarled under his breath, spitting up a small amount of blood. Bastards must have overloaded the core generator at the Alter of Fire or something... Dammit that wasn't good."To hell with Nonesuch, Rubio takes priority. Secure his safety, no one else matters." As Nihil slowly picks himself up from the floor, he turns his head to Lady Octavia. "Logican, if you ever wish to use your precious encrypted tome, I would suggest we work together and save ourselves from being turned to molten slag."
Richard groaned in frustration at that. Why not just tell everyone we're in the Inquisition and let everyone suspect know it. What was the damn point in disguises with these Grox-feeders... For once, he honestly wished all hell would break loose.
Ricard simply held the in smile that was all too eager to surface. He had nothing of interest to note for now.
Crap, my post didn't go through somehow yesurday... Sorry guys
Nihil allowed a soft sigh of dismay to escape his Malfian lips, eyes rolling where perhaps only Auraxis could see him. Once again Illidan took the matter personally, which there was nothing intended to be an insult. They had all agreed that going in disguised was the best choice of action and they needed to stick with it if they were going to see this mission through to the end.
He waited silently after the answer he already knew was given, of course it was Haarlock. He continued to wait, seeing if any others questions would come from the others in the auction house. He had no intention to ask too much, lest their inquisitiveness draw attention.
God E., how many thrones do we have left on our account?
"You're a bodyguard, Roj, play your part... In other words, dont say anything..."
Nihil scowled at Illidan before turning to observe the demonstration. Seeing at this was to be available for all, he raised his own voice. "Who is your Ftaher?"
It was a fairly simple question which he was quite sure he already knew the answer too, but it was always best to start with small steps.
75,000
That'll look great as a gift for my neice.... 40,000.
He says, trying to make idle talk with Octavia before bidding.
"But then we will have little more than half a billion left for Nonesuch..."
Nihil frowns in distaste and looks to Sardon for a second opinion
"200,000"
"100,000"
Nihil looks confusedly to Sardon for a moment then back to the portrait. He of course saw nothing. Though he saw nothing, he took the Arbite's word for it. 60,000
Do the insane and corrupted get any bonus? :P
Nihil glares at Ketchum as if blaming him, a few Maflian swear words muttering under his breath before he simply nods. "You better be wrong..." he says before turning to look at the portrait.
Awareness Check1d100 ⇒ 34
Ricard actually had a look of astonishment on his face as he turned to look at Ketchum. "Are you sure?...." he muttered quietly in response, not paying attention to the auction as he had no interest in this piece.
Nihil will not bid anything on this but his comrades are free to do as they wish.
Nihil waves his wand for 40,000
To be honest, Nihil was also interested in the mask. He doubted there was very much use to it... But he could afford himself at least some guilty pleasure... Yes?
He waved his wand up for 25,000
But this was no matter in the occult, despite what Sardon might have thought. This was simply mind games, a thrilling and often dangerous dance amongst those of power and status. The key was of course to offer low bids without altering one's own demeanor. It was quite an old but very reliable trick. And seeing as he had forced Lady Octavia to fall for his whims, she was paying nearly half a million thrones for her precious little book. He simply smiled back at Octavia Niles and remained silent. If his calculations were correct, she would be out of the bidding wars when it came down to what really mattered.
But.... Life is just one big battle. :P
Of course, the intention was not quite entirely meant to obtain the book. Instead, he intended to bleed Ms. Octavia dry of her thrones as much as possible and pull her from the bidding war. If he did obtain it, however, so be it.
"320,000"
"I would not overlook her so hastily.. The Logicans are not exactly known for associating themselves with idiots. I believe that the tomme is written in an encoded cypher... If we had a language key, perhaps we could break the code... So perhaps she knows how to. We could let her have it and attempt to retrieve it later, or we could over bid her, and angle it over her head.... Decisions decisions..."
"250,000."
Nihil raised a brow of confusion at the high price that Octavia vouched. More importantly, he remains confused as to why an associate of the Logicans would want a prayer book...
He leans over to Auraxis, muttering under his breath.
"What say you?..."
Not interested.
Im not quite sure what that means. Do you think we could get a bit of background on this pre-Thornian thing and what makes it so special?
Thought I had already passed my test on that piece
Forbidden Lore 1d100 ⇒ 73
Nihil stays his hand on this. After all, he was quite certain Auraxis would like to pay the Beast Master a little visit later anyway.
Nihil curled his lips in disgust at such a high starting price. They had a million thrones to bid but if he drained all his stock on the beginning, he could very well be out of thrones when it comes down to Nonesuch....
Nihil holds his tongue for now, waiting to see who else will bid on it. If no one else goes for it, he will bid at 101,000.
Nihil did not require the encouragement, casually raising his wand a second time
"40,000."
Ricard simply nods in turn to Auraxis before raising his wand for 15,000 thrones.
"Ketchum, watch Nonesuch. Inform me if he makes any 'strange' reactions towards any of the items." He will whisper over to Mindblade.
Didn't think I needed to give you my blessing on the matter, go investigate it, if you want man. I don't want you having to sit around doing nothing again. :P
No, I mean the keystone we took from the clock in the first campaign I have with me.
Ricard says nothing at first, still examining the data-slate image of the crypt.
Well, there went that idea. Anyone have any other ideas to try out before the auction house?
Richard nodded before responding quietly in kind.
"Make the report after breakfast, if you can but do it in a safe location outside of the building. Perhaps on the airship, but I will leave that up to you... Ketchum, the presence of these bounty hunters could perhaps be a blessing. Speak with them and see if you can ascertain exactly who their target is, perhaps even get them on our side... As for me, I'm going to go let our little friend in before he tries to blow up the building..."
after breakfast, Ricard will head to the guards to pay them off with his personal gold to let Illidan in.
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