Brother Sepheren, Apothecary's page

Shouldering his bolter again, the apothecary strides fearlessly toward Brother Vex and the remaining hormagaunts, loosing a flurry of single rounds that burst each 'Nid they strike in a splash of ichor and chitin fragments.

BS = 49, +20 (Full-Auto Burst), +30 (Point Blank Range), -20 (Firing Into Melee), modified BS = 79, rolling 1d100 ⇒ 35, hit, with four degrees of his success, yielding four hits.

Damage:

1d10 ⇒ 6, 1d10 ⇒ 1, Tearing Die: 1d10 ⇒ 1, +5, = 12 Damage.

1d10 ⇒ 6, 1d10 ⇒ 10, Tearing Die: 1d10 ⇒ 7, +5, = 30* Damage.

*Righteous Fury, 1d10 ⇒ 8.

1d10 ⇒ 6, 1d10 ⇒ 9, Tearing Die: 1d10 ⇒ 5, +5, = 20 Damage.

1d10 ⇒ 10, 1d10 ⇒ 4, Tearing Die: 1d10 ⇒ 5, +5, = 29* Damage.

*Righteous Fury, 1d10 ⇒ 9.

The cooly composed lethality and precision of the Blood Angel's fire is astounding to behold, particularly as he has just emerged from such willful, wanton, and nigh-berserk slaughter with his chainsword against the scuttling foes. Brother Vex impales the last of the creatures as Brother Sepheren moves into position beside him to face the oncoming foe.

Hormagaunt Horde #1 has been eliminated.

The Blood Angel looks from the techmarine to the Magos and back again, his helmet completely obscuring the apothecary's expression beneath. He seems to wonder what will happen next. When the Magos' exo-skeleton abruptly pivots in his direction, Brother Sepheren takes a few cautious steps backward, and the tech-priest immediately limps toward him to fill the intervening space caused by even this slight movement.

"Well then..."

He turns around, looking over his shoulder awkwardly as far as the servos in his neck actuators will allow, inclining his head in a slight nod to Brother Emeric. As the engines of the cargo hauler rev up from idle, he connects directly with Brother Emeric via his vox.

"He will follow then, as if in my footsteps?"

Seeing you nod in return, he continues:

"Hurry and return to us then, I am not as comfortable with this manner of wounded charge, he will need your ministrations soon enough, upon our extraction. Go then, and be sure that until your return the Magos will be safe in my care. Still... hurry back, Templar."

Brother Sepheren begins to move out, one last vox to you echoing over his external laudhailers.

"The Emperor Protects, Brother Emeric!"

Brother Sepheren efficiently administers aid to his wounded brethren, moving from one to the next, pointedly ignoring the awestruck guardsmen that watch him go about his duties.

He says nothing to Brother Quintus, who seems irritable and distracted as he fixes his gaze on the roiling, hellish sky to the south. The apothecary works clinically with the narthecium, bonding the damage to his squad-leader's armor with repair cement when he is done.

Brother Sepheren First Aid with Medicae = 41, +20 (Narthecium], modified Medicae = 61, 1d100 ⇒ 99, failed. Fate Point used to re-roll, 1d100 ⇒ 25, success. Restoring 1d5 + 4 ⇒ (4) + 4 = 8 Wounds. Brother Quintus is now at 18 of 23 Wounds.

Finishing with the Ultramarine, after having to satisfy himself with a transfusion of plasma and quick bonding of the portions of his wound reachable through the rent in the armor, Brother Sepheren moves on to Brothers Hrothgar and Syne, diligently rendering what aid he can.

Brother Sepheren treats Brother Syne, Medicae = 41, +20 (Narthecium], modified Medicae = 61, 1d100 ⇒ 27, success. Restoring 1d5 + 4 ⇒ (1) + 4 = 5 Wounds. Brother Syne has all Wounds restored, back to his total, 23.

Brother Sepheren treats Brother Hrothgar, Medicae = 41, +20 (Narthecium], modified Medicae = 61, 1d100 ⇒ 61, success. Restoring 1d5 + 4 ⇒ (2) + 4 = 6 Wounds. Brother Hrothgar now stands at 11 of 23 Wounds.

He approaches the Iron Snake warily, saying nothing, but commences treatment when the marine gives a grim nod of assent.

Brother Sepheren treats Brother Decius, Medicae = 41, +20 (Narthecium], modified Medicae = 61, 1d100 ⇒ 31, success. Restoring 1d5 + 4 ⇒ (3) + 4 = 7 Wounds. Brother Decius has all Wounds restored, back to his total, 20.

Brother Sepheren moves a few paces to the right, almost casually, as the venom-laden slime streaks across the ground between he and the techmarine. He vox's the Black Templar just before he returns fire with his bolter on full-auto.

"My apologies, Brother, for not following your last order, but I had little desire to harvest your gene-seed."

Glancing toward your servo-arm he chuckles grimly.

"Had I known you were so well-armed for the challenge, I would have followed your directive with no hesitation."

The Blood Angel Apothecary then sights and fires on the shrike that just shot at you.

BS = 49, +30 (Size), +20 (Full-Auto Burst), +10 (Short Range), -20 (Fire Into Melee), -10 (Weather Conditions), modified BS = 79, rolling 1d100 ⇒ 69, a hit with one extra degree of success.

Shrike attempt to Dodge, Agility = 44, 1d100 ⇒ 64, failed.

Rolling Damage:

1d10 ⇒ 2, 1d10 ⇒ 3, 1d10 ⇒ 2, +5 = 15.

1d10 ⇒ 2, 1d10 ⇒ 8, 1d10 ⇒ 2, +5 = 15.

Both hits are Pen = 5, reduced by AP (8), and TB (10), yields 4 Wounds total.

Half of the shots hit, riddling the shrike's legs, further wounding the already staggered xenos.

"Ha ha ha!! Ferocitas, drink deep! We are the cure for this xenos blight!"

Per p.177, attack w/servo-arm permitted as a reaction.

WS (39) + size (30) = 69 d100

Melee damage: Five degrees of success = 2 hits (horde rules, p. 359).

The servo arm lashes out, crushing the termagants that swarm around Brother Emeric. Only a handful of the once sizable swarm remain, and as they mill about the Black Templar the throaty roar of Brother Sepheren's bolter sounds again from behind him.

BS = 49, +20 (Massive Size, Weather), +20 (Full-Auto Burst), modified BS = 89, 1d100 ⇒ 67, two extra degrees of success for three hits total.

Damage:

2d10 + 5 ⇒ (6, 2) + 5 = 13, Tearing die: 1d10 ⇒ 3, damage = 14.
2d10 + 5 ⇒ (10, 3) + 5 = 18, Tearing die: 1d10 ⇒ 3, damage = 18, Righteous Fury adds 1d10 ⇒ 4, for a total damage = 22.
2d10 + 5 ⇒ (1, 7) + 5 = 13, Tearing die: 1d10 ⇒ 9, damage = 21.

All exceed the AP and TB of the termagants, 3 damage to Magnitude reduces the horde to 0, it is destroyed.

The surviving termagants are completely ripped apart by the apothercary's sustained fire; heads, limbs, and torsos erased in a cloud of purple-black mist caused by the detonations of the rounds. When Brother Emeric retracts his servo-arm, not a single one of the xenos vermin remains standing.

Brother Sepheren follows Brother Emeric's lead and unleashes a sustained burst of auto-fire from his bolter at the charging termgants.

BS = 49, +30 (Massive Horde), +20 (Full-Auto Burst), -10 (Weather), +10 (Short Range), modified BS = 99, rolling 1d100 ⇒ 14, surprise, a hit.

Rolling damage:

1d10 ⇒ 10, 1d10 ⇒ 2, 1d10 ⇒ 6, +5 = 21 + 4 for RF (see below) = 25.

1d10 ⇒ 4, 1d10 ⇒ 10, 1d10 ⇒ 3, +5 = 19 + 5 for RF (see below) = 24.

1d10 ⇒ 4, 1d10 ⇒ 4, 1d10 ⇒ 8, +5 = 17.

1d10 ⇒ 2, 1d10 ⇒ 1, 1d10 ⇒ 8, +5 = 15.

All hits and damage sufficient to bypass the termagants AP and TB, yielding another 8 hits against the horde's Magnitude.

The termagants screech and collapse under the sustained bolter fire of the two marines, carapaces exploding and limbs flying away as they struggle to reach the marine position.

Termagant Horde #2 now has a Magnitude of 12 as it reaches melee range of the marines.

** spoiler omitted **

Good point, Eradico, since the Dodge/Parry will do the apothecary no good against the horde, he'll use the Reaction now.

Brother Sepheren shoulders his bolter and squeezes off a round at the swarm of bounding termagants rushing toward him and the Black Templar.

BS = 49, + 20 [Massive Opponent], -10 [Weather Conditions], modified BS = 69. Rolling, 1d100 ⇒ 93, .

The Blood Angel curses as his shot goes wide, blowing up a plume of snow and rock from one of the many jutting outcroppings along the surface of the icy plain.

Tantalus Sub-Arctic Zone, Grid Zone Xi-Upsilon-05
The Signs of A Bloody Skirmish, 50 meters Southwest of the Pyroclast-Gamma-9 Gatehouse Transport Station
241.817.M41
Brother Quintus'/Brother Emeric's Synchronized Chrono Readings: [2:28:01]

As the marines hurriedly close the ground between the site of the shuttle crash and the looming shadow of the main refinery complex's primary gatehouse, Brother Sepheren answers both Quintus and Vex together. His voice carries with it a certainty about what he has heard, and adds another detail as you draw nearer.

"Brother-Librarian Vex is correct, the explosion definitely originated from the northwest. I cannot be certain, but I believe I also have heard the screams of men dying in battle carried over the wind. The senses of an Apothecary are finely attuned to such sounds of suffering, and mine have heard more than their fair share."

Brother Sepheren's voice comes over the vox, a note of uncertainty in his voice.

"Was that an explosion, or have I been listening to this thrice-damned wind for too long?"

His voice grim and sardonic over the vox, Brother Sepheren states sarcastically,

"I'll check for survivors."

Brother Sepheren approaches the Space Wolf in the midst of he and Brother Vex's rather metaphysical dialogue, and examines the sizable rent in the Brother Hrothgar's pauldron that was inflicted by the lictor.

"If I may..."

He pries apart the seam slightly before inserting his narthecium and administering high-potency contraseptics and a topical anesthetizer.

Skill test for Medicae [41] + 20 for narthecium, modified Medicae = [61], rolling, 1d100 ⇒ 62, missed by one, test failed.

"There is little that can done for this wound, Brother, it is a grievious one. You are lucky, a few centimeters to one side and you would not be debating with the Dark Angel at all."