"Fool, you will fall like all Heretics before you!" I yell, sending my own three attacks at him.
Hit with one unless I get any bonuses.
You have all had a little taste of the arena, a rude awakening after stasis sleep to say the least. They sent a few waves of Orcs and Kroot at you, attempting to thin the herd and test your skills. After words you were snared in shard nets and brought to a large room in the heart of the Shadow Spine pits.
You are fatigued and banged up, but nothing serious. You look up and see a caged room. Inside is a Magos working on some projects. A tall Dark Eldar and a cadre of slaves and 6 Incubi warriors walks into the caged room. The Incubi warriors stay on guard outside the cage, any gladiator that seems to move gets a toxic splinter. The Slaves are carrying your power armors. The Dark Eldar begins to break the armors with a powered mallet infront of the Magos. He grins everytime the Magos laments the fallen machine spirits.
He shouts something in Dark Eldar
The Dark Eldar comes out of the cage and looks the members of Alpha and Bravo team over, he pays extra attention to those with cybernetic implants. The Dark Eldar is a male, and has an aged face. He has several extra limbs, some cybernetic, some...something else. He seems to have injectors attached to liquid vials that are constantly working and injecting the vile xenos with unknown substances.
He looks over Brother Korbin the longest. He looks at the magos and says
Another Dark Eldar enters the large room. A tall female with bright red hair. She is accompanied by several other females with red hair, and a strange snake looking Xenos
The Snake Xenos steps forward and says in broken hissing low gothic Ssstand before the ladysss slaves!
After your display at the Shadowspire pits you have intrigued the Archon. He has requested a private display, and the Cult of the Withered Blade are happy to oblige their leige. You stand in a darkened hall with other slaves, mostly human though there are a few odd mutants or xenos among them. One at a time you are pushed into a room where Domos fits you with gear for your match.
[b]Ah Pridius, we have another Astartes. Blessed be the Omnissiah for presenting us with an angel of death. What will you be using to purge heretics with today oh mighty servant of the Emperor? The odd magos asks sincerly, but before you can answer he whispers Pridius wants me to tell you not to tell anyone about the escape plan.
Brother Castor approaches the Magos and will ask in a hushed tone What escape plan do you speak of friend?
The ancient Magos stirs, Friend? friend... He seems to be searching for the meaning of the word as if seeking out some long lost relic of the past...Ah, Pridius he means us. Yes friend. Friend! HA! We are friends.
A servo skull stirs from a pile of rubble Pridius! Friend! Welcome our Friend! Friend this is Friend. The Magos introduces you to Pridius, a servo skull? The servo skull seems functional, if a bit worn. Domos leans close to you Pridius is beautiful isnt he? I made some special upgrades to my old friend. Yes! He is a Friend! I have a Friend! The commotion angers the Slyth standing guard and they shock Domos and you.
Get To Work Domosssss The snake-like xenos hisses.
Castor will search for hopefully a Narthecium.
Brother Baalakai already has his weapon (spent favor last Alpha session for training and the weapon.) and simply stays with the other slaves, weapon in hand.
You find a Narthecium that is very much uncared for, but functioning. Due to its excessive wear though, it is no longer capable of properly recovering a Gene Seed. It will work fine for basic healing. You can still use it as a weapon as well.
AH Pridius, look what our Friend has found, he truly is worthy of our plan...yes the plan shh. No you tell him I cant they are watching.
Brother Baalakai over hears some slaves whispering...something about an ancient device under the Archon's pit.
Thank you for you assistance Domos.
Castor will take the Narthecium and head back out with the others.
"Brother Castor.. I see you have gotten back the tool of your trade." Baalakai would say in a joking as possible way, before pulling him slightly away from the other slaves (As best as possible without being noticed) before telling him of what he heard.
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You SSSstep Forward! A Ssylth says to Brother Baalakai and points to him.
The doors to the arena open and the scent of blood and ash fill your nostrils. You see an Eldar, the likes of which you have not seen before.
Failed the forbidden lore (Just took off the dice roll). I'd walk out to the front of the group, pushing my way towards the doors.
"Xenos filth, I will strike you down with precision you have not seen before!"
The Eldar before you bows
The Eldar does a cartwheel and tumbles in your direction. The reveals a small dagger and throws it at your face in an attempt to just bleed you a little
Making a dodge.
Made it by 3 degrees.
I initiate a charge towards it. (Is this a master creature?)
If it's a master creature, I make it, if not, I fail by a single point.
You wound the strange eldar. It shakes its head at you in a mocking fashion and brandishes an eldar blade.
Failed that terribly.
Damage for the previous wound against the eldar.
It's felling, toxic, and damage type is rending.
I'd then launch my own three attacks back.
Made it by a degree.
4 degrees of success.
No degrees of success.
Hit with all 3 (Assuming it's a master creature as you said I hit before, so going to roll up damage for these three now.)
Same deal, felling, toxic, rending.
Damage from Previous attack
The Strange Eldar parries all but one of your attacks, moving with speed and grace unlike you have seen before, but the one that gets through does seem to make it pause. You hear a voice in your mind. The prophecy is true, you are worthy. You will take my life soon, but before you do I give you a gift.
Failed it.
[dice=Willpower]1d100
Failed it.
Guess I need to put how much I failed by too, three degrees.