Fellowship=43-10=33
If I can, I will spend a fate point to reroll. Not sure when you can and cant spend fate points.
Success, with 2 additional degrees of success.
Wikvaya keeps consulting the pamphlet as he directs the group, mostly keeping Solar on hand to translate instead of actually making him do any work on the camo suits.
Wikvaya keeps consulting the pamphlet as he directs the group, mostly keeping Solar on hand to translate instead of actually making him do any work on the camo suits.
The group pulls together to create the camo cloaks. Although each one is really a patchwork mish-mash of combat netting and battle worn chameleoline cloaks, they are certainly more useful than they were before.
Anyone wearing a poor quality camo cloak gain a +10 to stealth tests and if the wearer remains still they the enemy receive a -15 to any bs tests against them. If the player's comrade is in cohesion but not wearing one stealth is only +5 and there is only a -5 penalty to enemies bs.
Walks over to the bikes and admires them before addressing the men there.
Wow nice bikes and they look like you guys take great care of them. So are you from around here?
He waits patiently on an answer knowing these guys are probably treated worse than his.
As if to confirm Baldur's suspicions a group of guardsmen walk past the natives and openly sneer at them. One of the tribesmen sees them but they pay absolutely no heed.
The older of the two men responds to your questions"We come from the hills" his voice has a deep almost primal sound to it
"Our bikes are our lives. We keep them well. I am Lightning-Hearted Karth" He slaps his chest as he introduces himself, before reaching forward to shake your hand.
The second man is larger than the first, and watches you carefully. However, he is far to busy eating to speak up at the moment.
Ill save my FP and take the standard success.
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I am Eirik Baldur of Heghland. Offers his forearm for a warriors clasp. My people and yours seem to be treated much the same around here. Execpt you have your bikes to give you the freedom of the wind. Would you mind telling me about them and how you and yours have made them better? I was trained as an operator but we have no machines, so the closest I canget to the freedom you have is to here abiut it from you.
What I want, Lioni, is to see our two great regiments work together, in unity, not as disparate regiments from different worlds, but as humans, for Humanity, for Him on Earth! The Emperor strove to unite mankind, not spread it apart with dissent! I would see us embody that ideal, and together be greater than the sum of our parts. I would see you and I, as symbols of our regiments, put forth such a show of unity that our men will be guided by our example, and together, we can take back this planet, break this revolt, and return this would to the guiding grace of the Emperor!
Commissar-Captain Lioni clears her throat and fixes you with a steely gaze.
"Iron Guard discipline is second to none! I have seen them in much worse situations than this and not one man broke, nor will they."
"The divide between our regiments is an issue that I will personally see to. In this regard, your concerns are my concerns. Any incidents that occur can be reported directly to me and I will see to it that punishment is swift and order is restored."
I am Eirik Baldur of Heghland. Offers his forearm for a warriors clasp. My people and yours seem to be treated much the same around here. Execpt you have your bikes to give you the freedom of the wind. Would you mind telling me about them and how you and yours have made them better? I was trained as an operator but we have no machines, so the closest I canget to the freedom you have is to here abiut it from you.
"Our vehicles are our last machines" Karth responds as his friend finishes his food. He explains to you the workings of his bike to the best of his understanding, which you can tell is a little hit and miss. It is obvious that he has strong feelings towards his vehicle, as if it is part of his family.
Well done. Cort says as they finish the cloaks. He tosses one to his comrade.
I need a drink before we go.
Cort wanders off to see if he can find anyone with some liquor.
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He watches the bike as the Krath explains it fasinated. Well if we see anything we can seize to help keep them running while we are back behind the enemy. Smiles viciously. We will take it and try to get it too you. And as for these dogs who won't help you get what you need..... We will help with them too if needed. Is there anything you can tell me about the enemy that may have been "forgotten" in the briefing we got? Tomorrow my squad and I go among the enemy and I intend to bring them back alive. And know you and yiurs are always welcome at our fires.
Wikvaya sighs as they finally finish. "I will get sleep. I suggest you do the same, Solar."
Without another word, the shaman goes to do a short meditation to calm his mind before sleep, hopefully to draw away any nightmares.
"We have been scouts for the Imperial army" Karth Lightning-Heart goes on to explain to you a great deal of things that you already know, but shying away from anything that he deems sensitive information.
Give me a common lore war test please.
Well done. Cort says as they finish the cloaks. He tosses one to his comrade.
I need a drink before we go.
Cort wanders off to see if he can find anyone with some liquor.
The mess hall is closed but you come across a group of soldiers drinking and gambling. You can try to convince them to let you join you with a charm test. Don't forget a -5.
targeting a 10 or less (25-10 for untrained -5 )
I just landed on this rock. A drink. Please.
Cort says ans he wanders up to them.
"Sorry this party is invitation only" The closest Mordian responds
Cort glares at them. Then smiles as if he knows something and walks off.
Garion will finish his talk with the Commissar, attempting to bring it back yo a more friendly place. Afterwards he returns to the tent.
Ready.
ready
As day breaks, the Forward Outpost springs to life. Companies and platoons shape up into marching formation and begin to head out, and lumbering tank and artillery columns roar to life. Regimental banners are lifted and the thousands strong regiment begins to break into their separate battle patterns. each heading to their own engagements on the front lines.
The time has come for Shadow reaper squad to strike out on their own into the wilderness. The squad sets off towards the enemy lines, hoping to avoid detection during the distraction of the full Mordian assault.
"Today's the day," Jermaie says aloud, eerily sullen, whilst moving out of camp and towards their insertion point. Today's the day we find out wha' sep'rates our monsters from the Imperial's.
When they do reach their insertion point Jermaie hugs the makeshift cloak closely around him and ceases talking. He closes his eyes for but a moment, but in that second he thinks of home, the horrors and the beauties there and, for all his nervousness and trepidation, he feels comforted.
Cort lurks quietly with his cloak on and bow in hand.
The squad heads out on foot towards the imaginary line between Imperial territory and that of the Severan Dominate. Throughout the day you see and hear battles in the distance, but remain out of sight.
In the dying light of first evening, as the group moves through a woods your microbeads come to life. What comes through the ear peaces is said in a rushed urgent voice and is heavily laden with static.
Garion keeps low, letting his squadmates who are more familiar with Stealth lead the way.
He does not hear anything.
Jermaie stops moving and turns his hand towards his ear trying to make out the voices in the static.
"Solar." Wikvaya calls his comrade to his side. He makes sure that the makeshift cloaks cover their bodies. "Stay close."
Wikvaya repeatedly saves Solar from tripping and wandering away and other common 'accidents' throughout the day. When they enter the woods, Wikvaya mutters something about begging the spirits to have mercy on him in Heghland as Solar proves unused to the woods.
The shaman is alarmed when his earpiece comes to life, wondering what's happening but soon remembers what that piece of technology does. Still somewhat uncomfortable with it, he nonetheless listens closely, his years of trying to decipher what the spirits tell him working well in his favor to ignore the static.
That's 4 degrees of success
"Fire for effect," Wikvaya mutters, trying to recall what that means. Then he remembers that it was a Mordian unit who requested permission. "Artillery. They're going to fire."
Unfortunately he can make little sense of the coordinates. He turns to his group. "Where are we now? A Mordian group is going to fire at coordinates 465-746."
surface looking for 28
Wikvaya stares blankly at Solar and smacks him upside the head when his comrade tries to insist that 'fire for effect' means that they're going to burn down a forest.
That's a very successful test Cort
Wikvaya may not know what exactly 'fire for effect' means but he knows it doesn't sound good and that it's definitely not burning down a forest.
We need to move as far north as we can! They are targeting just to the south of us!
There is a distinctive whistling noise. None of the Heghlanders have ever been on the receiving side of artillery fire before but you have seen enough vid feeds during basic training to know the sound.
This is infinitely more terrifying than any vid feed.
By the Throne, everyone move! Double time!
Garion will begin moving, waving everyone on and helping anyone who may nees it, making sure he is the last to break for safety. He will shout out words of encouragment and bark commands to hustle.
At the first of the shells begin to impact, Jermaie finds himself almost dumbstruck. "It's... we're.. what? Oh, buggering..." It feels as if heaven is screeching at him.
It takes the Commissar's shouts and Narine's pushes to wake him out of the stupor. He begins sprinting through the foliage, almost blindly, simply following the man ahead of him, making sure Narine's always close behind. He doesn't even have the breath to yell in panic.
I guess we know what happened to the other squads! cort shouts as he runs.
The first round lands in a tree behind the squad as they start to run, exploding in all directions. It would be beautiful if it wasn't so deadly. The detonation is swiftly followed by more and a swiftly increasing radius is bombarded.
Strength=33
Cormaeg looks up at the sky. He expects to see these things that are making such noise but he can't. But because of the training he knows what it means, and coming from that direction he knows what it implies.
Cormaeg bellows incoherently, a large roar that barely gets over the whistling of the bombs. In his rage he runs forward, trying to throw his comrade ahead of him but he slips up and Cormaeg stumbles.
He shouts up at the sky. "I will not end like this."
Garion is too focused on getting the squad to safety, as such he is lagging behind, and does not notice whatever is there to be noticed.
As we move Garion will continue to listen on that channel, attempting to discover what the artillery spotters have seen, whether it be us or if there is another target in the vicinity. If it appears to be us specifically they are firing upon, and Corporal Baldur does not disagree, Garion will respond back over the Vox.
Mordian 14th, Cease Fire! In the Emperor's name cease fire! This is Commissar Garion Valkov, Heghland 1st, Shadow Reaper squad and I command you to cease bombardment, you are firing upon my frakking position!
Fate Point Reroll
Success with 1 degree.
Cormaeg doesn't completely get out of the way of one of the blasts and takes pen 0 to the body.
Failed by 2, unless I get a bonus for a headstart for that perfect score on IDing what was being said.
Jermaie deftly maneuvers his and his comrade's bodies around the fallen trees, bushels and other debris away from the shelling.