Space Wolf Devastator
Yngvar smiled to himself behind the helmet. Too soon, he thought before gently squeezing the trigger of his mighty heavy bolter. It roared, promising death to his enemies. Shooting heavy bolter, BS 53 +20 +10, 6 bolts used: 1d100 ⇒ 27 5 DoS First hit body, pen 8: 1d10 + 12 ⇒ (4) + 12 = 16
Second hit body, pen 8: 1d10 + 12 ⇒ (2) + 12 = 14
Third hit arm, pen 8: 1d10 + 12 ⇒ (4) + 12 = 16
Fourth hit head, pen 8: 1d10 + 12 ⇒ (9) + 12 = 21
Fifth hit arm, pen 8: 1d10 + 12 ⇒ (9) + 12 = 21
Phew that's a lot of rolls How far apart are they spaced? Could I persuade you to include that in future combats? I need it for my full auto fire.
Space Wolf Devastator
Yngvar freezes at the inquisitor's signal. Something is here, he can feel it. It is hunting but he is the hunter. He silently watches his surroundings for his target, or targets as he reminds himself. The heavy bolter is ready to spew forth the emperor's holy wrath. Awareness, 53: 1d100 ⇒ 15 3 DoS Initiative: 1d10 + 5 ⇒ (6) + 5 = 11
Space Wolf Devastator
Brother Yngvar hat kept quiet since they left the thunderhawk. Letting the inquisitor and brother Solar take the lead seemed like the right choice, presenting a united front was in his opinion the best solution for the time being. He almost reacts to the inquisitors treatment of the chief, but stops as he notices something on the corpse in front of them. "Wolf protect us," he mumbles to himself. Gripping his heavy bolther tightly, he almost glides towards the door at the inquisitors orders, both him and his armour ready to hunt. "Ready, my lord inquisitor," his voice booms through the speakers. Untrained Evaluate, 26: 1d100 ⇒ 13
Space Wolf Devastator
The words seemed to grow harsher between the marines and the inquisitior, so brother Yngvar was pleased at brother Solars words. The Dark Angel's words were in line with the rumours of his chapter, Yngvar stil didn't know what to make of him, that would come in time. "A wise path of travel you have chosen brother," he said to brother Solar before making his way to prepare. He quickly made his way to the armoury, requisitioning what he deemed mission essential. The reason behind the use of time was he needed much time to pray, the Emperor's guidance would be of the utmost importance, now he subjects were divided. This only left him little time to arm him self afterwards. He shared a single mug of Fenrisian ale with his armour now the two of them would hunt once again. His heart sang as he stepped into the hangar, the machine spirit eager and the two moved lightly even though the heavy bolther and its ammunition threatened to tie him down. "Brother now we hunt," he proclaimed over the radio before beginning to sing: "And so great Russ brought death to..."
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Sensing where this might be heading Yngvar steps up close to the Blood Angel and places his hand on the other space marine's shoulder as a precaution. "You are walking dangerously close to our honour inquisitor. Nothing serving the Emperor can be gained from this," he states in a voice close to permafrost. "You have spoken but now would be a good time to leave," he adds.
Space Wolf Devastator
Yngvar's hand is clenched into a tight fist after the inquisitor spoke to him. His blood flows hard and heavy in his veins as the tone of the inquisitor's words echoes over and over in his head. He manages to clam somewhat down and replies in an icy voice: "Harsh words inquisitor," leaving it at that. Listening to the conversation he could hear the wisdom in the words and while it didn't sit well with he would obey his squad leader, more so than the inquisitor. "If they are tainted we will purge them, we are not blind. I am looking more towards the hunt." Brother Raziel a little prayer, would you use bold when you talk, it makes it easier to read?
Space Wolf Devastator
During the inquisitorial briefing.
In the briefing room.
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