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Post by silence on Aug 10, 2014 18:21:30 GMT
Scavenging Whats Left behind (Part 2) (Previous Day) Lloyd gaped in awe of the spectacle Lucy put on for the crowd, he didn't doubt the small girl, but she sure as hell made a show of her kills. Ironically tattoo number 2 was now staring at Lloyd in absolute dread, and Lloyd took advantage of that, as the announcer called for the second match to begin.
Rushing in low, he gripped his wooden beam tightly and led into the second hulk`s stomach with his shoulder, knocking tattoo off his feet and stunning him with a jarring impact with a metal strut behind him. Lloyd, seeing the disorientation coming from the hulk, pulled the club back and brought it forward with all his might, impacting with the side of the brutes skull. A large crack emitted from the mans skull as he crumpled to the ground in a heap, his limbs lifeless and the weapon, he didn't even get a chance to use, clattered around.
The crowd was in a frenzy at the ferocity coming from the two Fox`s. Lloyd and Lucy walked to the center of the pit and stood back to back, throwing their fists into the air and egging the crowd on. Meanwhile the announcer was trying to calm the crowd down, and an arena guard ushered to the Fox`s to exit the arena. They both complied and walked out of the sandy pit.
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Meanwhile, the three siblings were kicking around in the dust of the wastes. Crawn cursed loudly, and his voice echoed carrying through the dank confines of the old hab blocks. Travis and Striege both sat trying to decipher the riddle a local had told them about an old ruin full of rare tech, both ignoring their cursing brother. Crawn kicked an empty can before sitting down disappointed in their lack of finds. Striege finally got up and shook her head at Crawn, "I think this is a load of crap, we should be doing other things. Lets just forget this stupid job and find some actual work."
Crawn sighed loudly before speaking, "You`re right sister, lets go check on the two young ones, then I`ve heard of a recent vacancy of some gang territory. We`ll see about setting up and taking those when we get the thrones to make a base." Crawn finished his statement then made off back towards Gelt, with his two siblings not far behind.
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Lucy stood once again in-front of the Arena gates, the roaring crowd was muffled as the announcer stirred them up for the next fight, they wanted to see the duo back for another bloody fight. Though this time, they had been instructed to not kill their opponents. "It was bad for business," the arena warden had said, but Lucy cared not for their business. She knew the scum would kill her just as quickly saying it was an accident, but she crushed the thought and focused on the current fight ahead. The gates to the arena pit opened, and the combatants were pushed out into the sandy pits.
The arena had changed this time, being relatively flat and only small rocks littered the floors. Also the lights had been tinged a blood red, making the whole arena appear hellish, regardless the crowd roared on, either unaware or uncaring.
The 4 combatants stepped out into the hellish lighting and sized each other up. The duo had their same weapons, both having rather high pick order, but they fit their styles. Meanwhile, the other two had a rather long rapier and a roundheaded mace.
"Ladiiiiiies and Gentleman, welcome back to the ARENAAAAAAAAAA!" The announcer started as he tried to hype the crowd, "Today we have a spectacle to behold between these 4 combatants. If you recall from yesterday, the new duo that came in." He paused to give the somewhat dim crowd a moment to recall before continuing again, "Well they are BACK! And today they fight some of the rising crowd favorites!" Letting the crowd roar their approval, half only caring for the bloodshed and not the actual announcer, but the announcer went on anyways. "Well then, do we think they can best Obtoo`a the dancing swordsman and Entheo the raging bull, because I`d sure like to see them try!" The announcer paused one final time, "Now combatants, get ready to fight! 3.... 2.... 1.... FIGHT!"
Lucy`s opponent was the Rapier wielding Obtoo`a, and she knew when she entered the arena that she was outclassed, but she got thrones regardless of winning, so her goal was to live. This Obtoo`a was a slight man, but tall and stood nearly a whole meter taller than her, and he made to press that advantage as he surged towards her. Lucy held her ground, knowing she wasn't going to be able to be offensive and got ready to spring when he made his attack, which came a lot quicker than she expected. The man thrusted forward with his sword so rapidly from his sprint she didn't even have time to register the attack, and the blade came and bit her in her left upper shoulder and tore a muscle. She didn't even have time to do something about the second attack, as the man put his sword through her other shoulder. She lost all ability to lift either arm, and she fell to her knee`s in disbelief.
Meanwhile, Lloyd was on even grounds with the huge hair beast with the mace. Lloyd was large muscularly, but he was tall and was nimble, and knew how to move. The Raging Bull, Entheo, was huge and ripped, but lacked any subtly and only knew brute strength. Lloyd played this to his advantage as he ignored the Bulls charge, the reason the Bull had gotten the nickname, and let the brute pile headfirst into the dust when he couldn't recover from the momentum. Lloyd nearly laughed at the man, but decided against it before running up and bringing his wooden beam into Entheo`s face as he rose, knocking him back into the sand and bringing a roar from the large man. The Bull got up and leaped at Lloyd, who again dodged and was only grazed by the mace, before bringing the club into the small in the mans back. Lloyd`s club shattered on impact, and so did the Bulls spine.
The crowd was going into a frenzy as both sets of combatants finished their fights. Lucy still sat on her knee`s staring in disbelief at the tall man, who knelt down beside her.
"You are a smart girl, you knew you were outclassed. Thank you for making it easy on both of us, and allowing yourself to live by not fighting back," Obtoo`a said with a tone dripping with arrogance.
Lucy leaned closer to the mans face, as if to tell him something, before biting the man`s nose and ripping taking a chunk of flash with her. Blood gushed from the wound and the man reeled backwards falling on his back, while Lucy stood up and walked out of the arena ignoring the guards running to the mans aid. Lloyd was quick to follow and they both left the arena pit, announcer laughing about the whole scene.
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Gains: +10 xp for Lloyd 50 thrones
Crawn and Striege are searching around in Scraptown. Travis has gone to the Arena as well to participate.
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Post by Nepty on Aug 11, 2014 13:54:06 GMT
(This was a bit of a rush job)
Macks stepped out of the Mutant’s Taint with a look of disgust on his face. The place was just disgusting. Plus that weirdo with the knives had almost made him cut and run the moment he saw him. Mark was waiting outside. “Hey,” said Macks, nodding at him. “Something up?” “Vic wants us at the Golden Gelt.” Mark was as talkative as usual. Macks had always been rather creeped out by Mark. He was a strange one. He never seemed to care about anything when he was awake. Or anyone. Anyone but Vic. For a man who just didn’t care about anything, Mark was strange. He made noises in his sleep. Sometimes he would wake up in another part of their hideout. Sometimes he would draw strange things in his notepad while he was asleep. Weird symbols, like a figure eight or an eight-spoked wheel. He always prayed though. That was another thing about Mark. He always wore his Aquila necklace. He had an Aquila tattooed on his chest and back. He had the skull of the emperor burned into his right shoulder and the skull of the mechanics into his left. He carried three books at all times, his Carta Sanctis, the imperial infantryman’s uplifting primer and something called the Regulations and Statues of the Imperial Commissariat.
As they walked, Macks tried to start up conversation. “So, you know that the lady’s looking for interesting stuff?” “Okay.” “I hear she deals in wild beast.” “Okay.” “She was kind of pretty.” “Okay.” Macks drifted off into silence. Mark had always rather creeped everyone out but Vic. He’d been with them for a long time, but he’d never really made friends. He only seemed to live for his work and for the Emperor. He even had the Litanies of the Alien, the Unclean and the Heretic inked onto his collarbone, and Hule swore he’d once walked in on Mark showering and had seen a sword and dual skulls tattooed onto the man’s dick and balls. When they reached the Golden Gelt, Vic was waiting there. Macks noticed the rest of the Brotherhood hanging around among the crowd of patrons inconspicuously. Everybody but Hadrian it seemed. Vic motioned for Macks and Mark to stay outside as he entered with Andrew and Howe. _____________________________
It came as no surprise to Vic that the Gelt was noisy and smoky as usual. A guilder enforcer stood leaning against one wall. Vic gave him a friendly nod. He sat down at the table that he was offered by the barkeep and looked across it at his informant. The man was thin and short. He had a ratty look about him like so many in the underhive. Vic nodded, motioning for him to start the conversation. “I hear you want to know about that convoy.” Vic nodded. “How much would that information be worth to someone like you?” "It would be worth three things," he says. "Each increasing in value. First, a cut of the profits after events considered. Second, a good word with me and my companions, and thirdly, a reputation as someone who tells the truth...to us. You do tell the truth right? I can't stand liars. They rub me wrong." The man seemed to think. After a moment he nodded. “Alright, but it’ll cost you. And I’ll want the money up front.” Vic placed a small bag on the table. “How does five thrones sound?” “I like the sound of ten thrones better,” says the man, a grin on his face. He was obviously pleased with his clever line. Vic leaned over the table. “I think you’ll like the sound of five thrones and me not reporting you to that guilder cop over there.” The man gaped then slowly closed his mouth.
"Alright alright, fine, Emperor-damn it," he hissed. "I followed him out of here the other night and I was gonna find out where he lived and sell the info, but he got jumped in a tunnel before I could even get close. Some punks, I think they went to one of the small outposts in the heart of the Cirsets. It's a good place to hide, no one stays there, they just go in and out to the other settlements other than the few wastelanders who sell their crap to travelers. Them and highwaymen. Now you better keep your word about what you said earlier, cutting me in on the profits of the convoy," he whispered. “Mark the place on my map.” Vic proffered a small pocket map of the underhive, inexpertly drawn by a street vendor. The man stabbed a spot just north of little gelt with his finger. “There’s where you’ll find him.” Vic nodded as he rose. “You can expect your share of the loot if this turns out well.”
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Howe was a young man with roguish good looks and devilish charm. He’d also committed enough crimes against human conscience to warrant the death penalty in two other hives, so he’d come here. It was fun and steady work at least, and he’d grown quite attached to this band of brothers. He glanced around the little settlement. It was a tiny little thing. No more than six shacks in a small dome. One house at the end caught his eye though. A two-story building that looked half falling apart. A ganger was leaning against the side of it, looking bored. Howe approached and struck up conversation. “What’s in here then?” “Your mom.” He grimaced. “Hey mate, I just was curious.” “Fuck off.” “I just-” “Now, before I get mad.” The man didn't have time to get mad though. Howe had his laspistol jammed in under the man’s ribs in second. “Okay mate, here’s how it’s going to go down,” he said. “You’re going to tell me where the guilder is, and I might just let you live.” He nodded at the empty buildings around him. Other members of the Brotherhood materialized, creeping out of the shadows. They were all dressed in full kit, with masks and gear. The ganger had a really pissed off expression on his face now. Howe grinned. “Open the door.” “I can’t” complained the ganger. “It’s locked from the inside.” Howe put on his most condescending voice. “Then ask someone to unlock it, genius.” The man rapped carefully on the door. “Hey, buck up and bring out the guilder, will you?” There was silence for several moments. Macks and Fuller scrambled to take up covering positions in the doorway while Howe pressed his lasgun against the man’s back. Then, there was a click, and the door creaked open. Howe stepped forwards, shoving the man in front of him. Behind him, Macks and Fuller raised their weapons and flicked off the safeties. The prisoner stepped through the door's threshold, then whirled to slam the door. However, Howe instinctively pulled the trigger. His laspistol snapped and the man dropped to the floor, a smoking las-wound through his chest. Howe’s laspistol smoked slightly though and he swore. The cheap las-cell had fried. Suddenly, a hail of bullets burst from another room. Howe ducked and they impacted the wall. Fuller sprinted forwards, chasing the man. Vic was close behind him. Meanwhile, Mark handed Howe a lasgun. Howe put a lasbolt in the downed man’s head just to be sure. They chased the man through the door into another room, where he had overturned a table. Mark, Howe and Fuller opened fire, the snap-cracks of Mark and Howe’s lasguns were accompanied by the low booms of Fuller’s shotgun as the enemy ganger cowered behind the table. Vic shouted for them to sotp shooting and walked up to the table. He fired a signal shot, point-blank down behind it and there was a scream.
He glanced around the room and noticed a staircase. Bracing his laspistol, he shouted up. “Anyone up there, come on out or die. Those are your options.” There was no answer so he motioned Fuller forwards, who covered the approaches with his shotgun They crept up the stairs taking care to be quit, however they still creak loudly. Once they reached the top, they moved to either side of the first room's door and then Fuller kicked it in. There were a few seats and a table with scattered drinks, cards and other detritus.
Moving onto the second room they did the same, with Mark and Howe on the left side and Vic on the right as Fuller kicked the door open. Ahead is lay a bloodied man gagged and bound on a chair. A split second later the boom of a shotgun emanated from next to the door inside the room. Fuller flew backwards. He tumbled down the stairs, groaning. He coughed amid the dust. The solid slug had impacted on the Carta Imperials he always kept in his breast pocket it seemed, and he was uninjured. He tried to stand to get up to the others but stumbled dizzily then bent double and vomited onto the step below him. He sank to his knees and crawled up the stairs as gunshots, las-blasts and the whine of a plasma pistol rang furiously from the doorway and his other companions thundered up the staircase past him. Reaching the top, Fuller dropped his shotgun and felt out for th banister. His couldn’t find it and so he collapsed heavily, curled up and continued retching. Vic spared a glance at Fuller, who was puking on the ground. The slug had evidently knocked the wind out of him. He shouted into the room. “Come out and we’ll let you live!”
“Fuck off you bastards!” came the shouted reply. “This Guilder bitch is mine!” Vic sighed and pressed his plasma pistol up against the wall and pulled the trigger as Mark and Howe continue pumping thick red lasbolts into the doorframe.
It wasn’t called a “Sun Gun” for nothing. The superheated plasma easily burned a huge hole in the wall. The man on the other side yelped and Vic knelt down to get a bead on him.
The last sight his eyes beheld was a shotgun being jammed out of the hole before there was a white light and everything went dark.
_____________________________ Mark glanced down when he saw Vic go down. A solid slug had smashed into the side of his face it seemed. That wasn't good. He glanced behind him disinterestedly. Howe was looking horrified at Vic’s prone form. Was he dead? this standing around in shock wouldn't do. It had gotten drilled out of Mark a long time ago, in the Schola. Mark calmly stepped over his leader’s body and retrieved his plasma pistol. He snapped his fingers to get Howe’s attention then pointed at the doorframe. Meanwhile, the others burst upstairs, all looking at Vic’s body with expressions of shock.
Nothing interested Mark Fornax. He knew that the others were scared of him. He didn’t know why.
He didn't care. All that mattered to him was that he served the Emperor. He grabbed his Aquila pendant and muttered a quick prayer. “Guide me.” And put his plasma pistol through the hole in the wall and pulled the trigger. There was a scream and a thump, and Mark knew that he had hit his target. He rose and brushed himself off and stepped inside. The wounded ganger was lying on the ground groaning. When he saw Mark, he tried to drag himself away. Mark executed him with the plasma pistol and turned to the beat up guilder, who was staring at them, eyes wide. Tyler untied his gag. “Are you here to rescue me? Oh please say you’re here to rescue me!” Mark left Tyler and the guilder and exited the room as they talked. He knelt down to check on Vic.
“He’s alive,” he said, feeling his pulse. “He’ll live.” He turned him over. Vic’s right eye had been scraped by the shot though and he had knocked his head. He was unconscious. “The eye is lost,” said Mark, matter of factly. They all dragged the comatose Vic and the insensible Fuller, who was still retching, into the room.
Tyler was reassuring the guilder, who looked relived. There was a creak from downstairs. Tyler bolted upright. “Fuck.” He paused then turned to Mark. “Mark,” he said “Guard him.” Mark nodded silently.
__________ Hule had entered a side room and was checking outside for hostiles. He peered through a small hole in the wall and saw a woman with a sniper’s weapon in a shop. It was pointed at the building. He grinned and tried to carefully shift some of the scrap to allow for his long-las to get through. A piece of rock shifted and the whole lot came crashing down. He swore and darted back, but evidently not quick enough. He couldn't feet his chest and collapsed backwards. A spreading red stain was forming on his shirt. He breathed heavily and tried to get up but couldn’t. He felt rage bubble up inside of him at his own clumsiness, and the canniness of that bitch with the rifle. Behind him, he heard hurried exchanges. Someone was talking to someone. ________________ Mark sat watching the guilder dispassionately as he heard Howe talk with strangers. He made some ridiculous statement about being a bounty hunter. Seconds later, there was a gunshot, immediately proceeded by a storm of bolt and las-fire. He heard Macks’ shotgun, and Andrew’s bolter, Tyler’s bolt pistol and Howe’s lasgun. There were shouts and screams, then the sound of running feet. He walked to the door and glanced out. Macks was lying on the floor bleeding from at least five wounds and Howe and Tyler were brawling with a man with a bionic eye and some woman respectively. There was no sign of Andrew. Mark put the plasma pistol to the guilder’s head. “Tell me about the convoy.”
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Andrew had run off for a time. Just a short time. His bolter had jammed and he’d had to fix it, he told himself. He had gone into a side room to do so. He heard a single plasma shot then a shouted cry from Mark.“The Guilder’s dead, but I know where the convoy is! If you want the information, let us go free!”
Andrew stepped back out into the hallway. There was a brawl going on. Mark was stepping out of the hallway and leveling his plasma pistol. Howe was bleeding quietly on the ground, his eyes wide as a man climbed off of him. Tyler was frantically trying to stab the woman who had tackled him but his knife kept scraping off some sort of armor. Mark’s plasma pistol whined and caught Tyler’s attacker full in the face. Andrew joined the fight, firing his bolter and hitting the man, who stumbled back. Both screaming and shouting, they turned back and fled down the stairs. Andrew fired after them but his shots only holed the walls.
The Brothers of the Black Watch Gains
x2 autopistols x1 shotgun 22 thrones from around the building
RESULTS Vic 13XP Hit an enemy 1XP Put an enemy down x1 2XP Triumphant Leadership 10XP
Serious injury: blinded in right eye. He suffers -1 ballistic skill. Be sure to note this serious injury down in his profile and of course make the appropriate stat changes
He is now at 83XP. He has levelled up once. He is now Gang Champion rank 2. Advances: - 7, 2, +1 Initiative
Tyler 6XP Hit an enemy 1XP Participate in a victory 5XP
Serious Injury result: Hand injury. Loses 1 finger from the left hand. -1WS
He is now at 56XP. He has levelled up once. He is now Ganger rank 3. - 7, 5, +1LD
Andrew 16XP Hit an enemy x2 2XP Put an enemy down x2 4XP Survive a battle without going down 5XP Participate in a victory 5XP
He is now at 66XP. He has levelled up twice. He is now Gang Champion rank 1. - 7, 3, +1I - 11, add +1 to BS
Hule 6XP Participate in a victory 5XP Survive a battle despite going down 1XP
Goes out of action. Serious injury result: Bitter Enmity. Although physically he recovers, he is psychologically damaged. He suffers from Hatred for the ganger that caused the injury (Layna).
He is now at 66XP. He has levelled up once. He is now Gang Champion rank 1. - 5, 4, +1 attack.
Mark 14XP Hit an enemy x3 3XP Put an enemy leader down 4XP Put an enemy down x1 2XP Participate in a victory 5XP
He is now at 64XP. He has levelled up twice. He is now Gang Champion rank 2. - 9, choose any one skill (MARKSMAN) - 8, 6, +1 Toughness
Howe 11XP Hit an enemy x4 4XP Put an enemy down x1 2XP Participate in a victory 5XP
He goes out of action. Serious injury result: DEAD. Howe's wounds were fatal, but as you were victorious you keep his equipment. Put a strike through him on the sheet or similar, and remove his value from your Gang Rating.
Fuller 6XP Survive a battle despite going down 1XP Participate in a victory 5XP
No serious injury
He is now at 36XP. He has levelled up once. He is now Ganger rank 1. - 4, skill acquired INFILTRATION
Macks 11XP Hit an enemy x2 2XP Participate in a victory 5XP Survive against the odds 4XP
He is now at 41XP. He has levelled up twice. He is now Ganger rank 2. - 6, 6, +1BS - 7, 5, +1LD
He goes out of action. Serious injury result: Multiple Injuries. Although not dead, he suffers multiple terrible injuries. Roll D6 more times and ignore dead or full recovery results.
Result: 5 more rolls.
44 (re-roll) 66 - Survives against the odds The fighter regains consciousness in the dark and abandoned by his companions and left for dead (or similar, roll with it). Despite his severe injuries, he makes his way home and earns 4XP for his uncanny survival. 54 (re-roll) 34 - Old Battle Wound - He recovers from this injury, but sometimes before a battle it will play up. On a D6 roll of a 6 his wound plays up and he is unable to fight, left incapacitated. 13 (re-roll) 34 (re-roll) 64 - Horrible Scars - he recovers from his injuries but is horribly disfigured. His scarred and distorted features inspire Fear, which is a game mechanic that can make enemies flee in terror from you. 23 - Leg wound. The fighter's leg is smashed or otherwise permanently damaged. He can no longer run or charge and can only move slowly. 14 (re-roll) 32 - Shell Shock - left traumatized by his injuries, the ganger is extremely nervous and jumpy. In a fight, they must take a LD test every round or attack the nearest character (friend or foe) as they have horrific flash backs to their injuries, or hallucinate or generally freak out.
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Post by Dizzyeye on Aug 11, 2014 15:01:48 GMT
The Hunt (Part 1)
Layna and Shado have a walk around Gelttown but don't learn or see anything that isn't already public knowledge.
Tarvic turns towards the guard at the left, "I want to talk business with Captain Roth. I believe we can both help each other out with a certain problem."
The guard glances at his companion, who just shrugs. The first one then pulls a small vox from his pocket and speaks into it.
"This is sentry 1, we've got a ganger-lookin' type out here, says he wants to speak with the captain... are you sure sir? Alright.. roger that," he says, before putting the device back into his pocket. "The captain is a busy man, but apparently he can spare a few minutes. Head in."
They open the doors and Tarvic strolls in. A servant approaches and shows him into a back room office. She quaintly knocks and then opens the door and Tarvic enters, where the burly form of Captain Roth sits behind a desk, a lho-stick in one hand.
"Sit down. Who are you and what do you want?" He asks, evidently somewhat impatient under the stress of recent events.
Tarvic sits himself in front of the Captain, "I can see you're a busy man Captain so I'll be brief. You can call me Tarvic, currently leading The Unchained. You know, those guys who took care of the mad monks. Point is we're both not friends of the Falcons." he leans forward a little, "The Guild must have lots of troubles giving them grief. What I'm offering is to take them off your hands per say. Me and my group will take care of them, be it the Falcons or another group entirely it doesn't matter. In return...you give us some of your equipment. Not anything major, just standard weapons and armour."
Tarvic leans back in the chair, watching the Captain carefully, "What do you say?"
Roth regarded him, then chuckled. "I like your enthusiasm. It's bold to come in here with that big talk, but slaughtering some old headcases in robes doesn't convince me you can take on the Falcons. However, if you track down the slippery bastard who was drunkenly boasting about our important convoy and bring him in, then you will be well rewarded by the Guild."
Tarvic stood up from the chair, giving the Captain a nod, "If I thought I could take on the Falcons by myself then I wouldn't be looking around for support. You'll have your man Captain. You can count on that. Thanks for your time" With that, Tarvic turned towards the door and left. He had other business to attend to.
Captain Roth smiled briefly as the man left, perhaps bemused. It would be interesting to see if a common thug could carry out this task, after all his own guards were too conspicuous to locate the errant guilder.
The Hunt (Part 2)
Tarvic reaches the Guild Emporium. The two guards at the door stop him and the one on the left speaks to him. "What is your business with the Emporium?"
The trio head into the Golden Gelt and begin asking around, cautious to avoid the off-duty Guild Enforcer in there.
After a few minutes, a man approaches. "Psst! I hear you are interested in the Guilder who was in here the other night. Come friends, come sit..."
Tarvic nods towards his partners and the trio find a table in a corner with the man. "I have information on where he is. Another gang already came in here earlier and bought my information... you'll have to pay more if you want to know," he grinned, showing off his yellow-toothed smile.
Shado and Layna look at Tarvic, pondering what he is going to do. Tarvic keeps his focus on the man, "Say how much and I'll consider it."
He sits back in his chair, stroking his scraggly chin hairs. "Thirty thrones and it's yours."
Tarvic thinks to himself for a moment, considering what might be on offer. Slowly he pulls out a small bag with the money inside, "The money is here, it's yours when you tell us the info."
The man laughs happily. "Okay okay listen up," he whispers. "I followed that Guilder man out of here the other night and I was gonna find out where he lived and sell the info, but he got jumped in a tunnel before I could even get close. Some punks, I think they went to one of the small outposts in the heart of the Cirsets. It's a good place to hide, no one stays there, they just go in and out to the other settlements other than the few wastelanders who sell their crap to travellers. Them and highwaymen. There's also that other gang who went after him. I dunno what they did, but they left awhile ago now. Maybe you can catch them up if you hurry. Now hand over the money!"
Tarvic smirks a little, motioning for Layna and Shado to move off. Tarvic himself stands up, bag still in hand, "One more thing, anything on the group that grabbed him?"
The man's smile seems to fade and he stands. "Now you give me my money, I told you plenty! Hand it over and I'll say what I remember about em for free."
Tarvic chuckled a little, knowing full well the man wasn't really a threat. He threw the bag over to the man, "You held your end of the bargain, I'll hold mine. Besides I want to have a mess here now," He paused, "What else do you know?"
The man sighed, obviously very relieved, if cowed by Tarvic talking about him like that, despite its truth. "Alright. The feller who came to see me was a bit dressed up, like he didn't want people to see his appearance. All sneaky like. But he couldn't hide how old he was - the man looked ancient! Ain't never seen anyone that old in my whole life! And I've lived all twenty-two of em down here in Gelttown. He looked older than even the Falcon himself, old Jaeger Ravion."
Tarvic smirked from under his hood, "Well good news for you, that 30 will be able to be spent by you." He patted the man on the shoulder lightly before joining Shado and Layna.
"Anything useful?" Asked Layna, pulling her hood down a little.
"This lead is being useful, come on. We're heading to the outposts in the centre of Cirsests. He should be in that area with a group who took him."
"Better be in one piece," muttered Shado, toying a little with the wrist blade atatched to her arm.
"That's why I picked you two," replied Tarvic, moving off already, the pair behind him.
The Hunt (Part 3)
A while later, the hunters head to the first Central Cirset outpost. It's fairly small, just a few traders and such, many whom try to sell their various trinkets or travelling supplies to passersby. They do however hear gunshots from a two-story building in one end of the outpost. The front door is wide open. The group of three move into cover, ready to move in.
"Layna, set up in a building nearby and cover any exits, nobody leaves this building said Tarvic, pulling his two pistols out, "Shado you're with me." With that Tarvic and Shado carefully enter the building, pistols raised. Layna runs off into the shack of a street merchant, who makes no trouble considering the sheer size of her gun.
Tarvic and Shado enter the building, stepping over the body of a man in the door way who appeared to have been shot through the chest with a las weapon. Continuing on, they enter a hallway. There are a few other small rooms but there is also a ramshackle staircase to the upper floor, where they can hear movement and voices.
Rising a finger to his lips, Tarvic and Shado slowly creep up the stairs. As you go slowly up the stairs, which creak softly despite your lightest stepping, you hear a voice:
"Fuck. Mark, guard him."
When you're about half way up, four figures with guns appear at the top of and looking down on the side of the stairs. There is silence and both sides make no move for the moment. Another one, a different voice from before - one of the ones pointing a gun at Tarvic and Shadow says: "Freeze! You're interfering here. We're sanctioned bounty hunters, and this is a legitimate job," He sneers. "What are you doing here?"
Risking a quick glance to Shado, Tarvic keeps his pistols out, glad he'd bought the armour just in case things go bad.
"If you've got the guy who talked on the convoy, we'll be taking them to the Captain." said Tarvic slowly. While Tarvic hoped they won't fire, any signs of violence would see him charge up firing, putting his wrist blade into someone if it came to that.
"What Convoy?" scoffed the man. "Mate, we're bringing in some dumbshit ganger who raped a girl. Her family wants him alive." Then he paused. "Who do you mean, captain, anyways? You Arbites? Don't look it."
Tarvic lowered his pistols, inclining Shado to do the same, "No, we're not Arbites. Lending out a hand though. Guy in the Guild leaked about a potential convoy coming in. We were lead here and just looking around here. Obviously we're in the wrong. If you're telling the truth." The pair start to slowly back down the stairs.
As Tarvic and Shado back down the stairs, the four figures at the top of the stairs spare each other a split second glance and then open fire on the pair.
A las bolt flies past Tarvic's head, narrowly missing him. A man fires a shotgun full of scattershot pellets at Tarvic and it hits him dead centre, however his mesh armour saves him from harm.
Two men with bolt weapons - a pistol and rifle respectively - shoot Shado. Her mesh armour offers no protection against the heavy-calibre explosive shells and she goes down.
Outside, Layna hears gunshots and grips her sniper rifle a little tighter. She had already been scanning the building but as soon as a piece of scrap-wall on the second building was bashed out and a man with a long-las appeared, she took the shot before he could return fire, and he dropped back out of sight from the direct hit.
Tarvic closes in on the guy with the shotgun, engaging him in close combat with his wrist blade. Shado stumbles back to her feet at the bottom of the stairs, with a flesh wound.
One of them says: "The boss and his boys are coming soon to check up on us. You'd best throw away your weapons and surrender, and we'll take to Jaeger. He doesn't like people stepping on his toes, but he's in a good mood today. He might be lenient."
During this speech Tarvic charges up the stairs, the shotgunner fires again as he moves and it is virtually impossible for him to miss at such close range, however Tarvic shrugs off the scattershot and lunges into melee with his wrist blade, driving it into the man’s’ side and sends his enemy to the floor. Layna moves around the side of the shack and tries to scale it, she just about manages to haul herself up and goes into overwatch again, however she still can't quite see directly into the second floor of the other building.
Shado charges towards the man with the bolt pistol, who shoots at her as she approaches. Unfortunately for him, his shot goes wide.
Tarvic turns to engage the man with the boltgun who opens up at point blank with it. His shot misses and hits the wall behind him, blowing a chunk out of it. The man with the lasgun also shoots at Tarvic, this time hitting. The shot burns Tarvic's side but fails to stop him as he rushes the boltgun wielder. Smashing the butt of his pistol into the wielders’ face, Tarvic brings two quick swipes into the man’s chest, sending causing his opponent to run off.
Shado engages her wrist blade, driving it into the man’s leg. It sticks though and the man grins at Shado.
The pair hear a fyoom sound from the second room on the upstairs and then a voice shouts: "I just shot the Guilder, now I'm the only one who knows the details of the convoy! I'll tell you if you cease hostilities, before anyone gets killed.”
Tarvic is about to help Shado out when the man with the lasgun pulled out a pistol and knife, closing the distance between the two and getting in two lucky strikes. His armour held strong though, the investment was already paying thought Tarvic. Luckily SHado didn’t need the help as she smashed her pistol into her opponents’ groin, sending him cursing to the ground her wrist blade now free. Tarvics’ foe, now realising his futile attempt, gave his back to Tarvic and tried to run. Tarvics’ reach though stopped the man as his wristblade met his open back.
Things turned south quickly though; a plasma blast along with bolter shots came flying out. While Tarvic got knocked down unharmed but shaken, Shado didn’t come out the better of the two. The plasma seared her face, the hood catching alight for a few moments before revealing a dark stain. Cursing their luck running out, Tarvic pulled Shado up and dragged her out, motioning Layna once the pair exited to help him get her to shelter.
“Bloody bastards!” cursed Layna as they huddled in a dark alleyway, cleared from strays with the motioning of Tarvics’ pistol. “They’re gonna pay for this!”
“Easy Layna,” cautioned Tarvic, holding Shado as she winced from the pain, “I need you to keep watch on the building and tell me if a guild-looking guy leaves. I need to know if he lives or not.” Layna didn’t look happy about this but Tarvic waved a hand, “I’ll get her back in one piece, the Doc will make sure she gets through this. Just be glad I bought the armour before we did this or I doubt she’d be alive right now.”
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End Results
Tarvic has Mesh Armour and wrist blade does not go out of action and suffers no serious injuries.
Shado has Mesh Armour and a wrist blade along with going out of action and suffers a roll on the serious injury chart. Result: Horrible Scars
Shado recovers from her injuries but is horribly disfigured (boltgun rounds do tend to do that). Her scarred and distorted features inspire Fear, which is a game mechanic that can make enemies flee in terror from you.
Layna has Mesh Armour and a wrist blade. Gains the Infiltration Skill XP:
Tarvic 14XP
Put an enemy out of action x1 5XP
Hit an enemy x2 2XP
Put an enemy down x2 6XP
Survive a battle despite going down 1XP
He is now at 84XP. He has levelled up once. He is now Gang Champion rank 2. Advances:
- 10, +1 to Wound
Shado 7XP
Hit an enemy 1XP
Survive a battle despite going down 1XP
Put an enemy out of action x1 5XP
She is now at 37XP. She has levelled up once. She is now Ganger rank 1.
- 5, 3, +1 strength
Layna 11XP
Hit an enemy 1XP
Survive a battle without going down 10XP
She is now at 71XP. She has levelled up once. She is now Gang Champion rank 1.
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Post by Nepty on Aug 12, 2014 1:01:35 GMT
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The Black Watch was gathered in its hideout, the abandoned sewer. Andrew looked at the three wounded. Vic and Hule were both still asleep. Tyler was standing, trying to get used to his new, four-fingered left hand.
Andrew sat, cleaning his bolter. He was now acting gang leader until Vic had gotten back up on his feet. He knew though, that to do that, they needed money. And the guilder convoy brought money. He’d already sent Fuller who’d come back with good new, and Hadrian had gone off to the shop with a bag of thrones and half the armory.
A lot of the wounded were sore about that. They were pawning off Howe’s lasgun, with all sixteen deathmarks starched onto the barrel, a coupel of shotguns, some autopistols…enough hardware to take down a small gang, or equip the same. But that battle…Andrew shuddered. Macks had been turned into a pile of meat and Howe had just been killed outright. The rest were badly injured.
Andrew shook his head. Tyler had been persuaded to come back to the gang by Vic, only to lose a finger. Hule had been shot in the chest and was swiftly recovering, but was in a bad mood. He kept going on about what he was going to do once he’d gotten his hands on that bitch who had shot him. Most of what he promised was amusing, some of it was sexual and all of it was violent. In the end, Andrew had ordered him put under anesthesia. He was sleeping it off in his bunk now.
Vic hadn’t woken up yet, but Hadrian had had to use a sharpened spoon to scoop out his mangled eye. They would take him to Valorum for augumentics.
Tyler was up and walking, but his finger pained him. He could still do everything to the best of his ability however.
Macks and Howe though…
Howe had been stabbed in the chest. Macks had been so beaten up he was barley recognizable as human any more. They were both dead. Mark had stripped them of their gear and tossed their bodies in the live sewer that ran under the dome that the skirmish had been in. It was practically a river. It was cold and unfeeling, but practical.
There was a scraping of stone. Andrew listened intently, habitually reaching for his laspistol. There was a ten-tone rapping on the floor and he relaxed and tripped the switch bult into the wall next to him. The trapdoor in the ceiling fell away and Hadrian descended, a large bag over his shoulder. He had a miserable expression on his face.
Hadrian had been guarding the base while the rest of them fought. Andrew knew that he was feeling guilty.
Andrew nodded at him. Hadrian replied with another nod then shut the trapdoor and re-latched it. He dropped the sack onto the stone floor. It was big. Andrew turned and called the others, who came from their various haunts of the room and into the firelight. Mark was cradling Hule’s plasma gun, that he had laid claim to. Hule’s old long-las was also by Mark’s sleeping area, leaning up against his desk. Tyler’s finger bandage was fresh and new, and he eyed the bag dubiously. Fuller was alert and awake, and had been counting out his shells.
They parceled out the gear. Andrew, since he was the biggest man in the gang, forwent it.
The first things to come out were a trio of brigandines with plasteel plates that looked like mesh. Hadrian, Mark and Fuller both donned one under their trench coats. Andrew decided that he wouldn’t take one form someone who was in more need than he. He was a big man, and he’d taken a lot of hard knocks throughout his life.
The next thing to come out was a small crate. Each of the five took a Vox-bead from it. The thigns were shaped like oversized beads and fit easily into pockets. Andrew put one by Vic’s bed so he could communicate with them during the fight and stowed the other four. They would be needed by their new allies for this fight.
The last thing to come out gained appreciative dark chuckles from most of the gang. Andrew felt a maniacal grin. He glanced at Mark, who was just looking at it with his dead eyes and stone face and shrugged. Fuller however was hooting like a ratbat and Tyler and Hadrian high-fived, though Tyler winced slightly at the impact.
The device was about as big as a briefcase and roughly the same shape. A small antennae extended from it. It was jam-packed full of Baradium though, a high-explosive used to make missiles for the Imperial Navy’s torpedoes and the mythical “Novak Annons” that could destroy entire worlds.
This was of course of a far lower yield. Detpacks were used by mining corporations to blow holes into solid rock. One of these would be more than adequate for their purpose. Andrew grinned at Hadrian, who returned it.
“Hey, Karrus said supply the boom-boom. I supplied the boom-boom.”
Andrew clapped him on the back, then grew serious. He pointed at Tyler. “Okay kid, you’re the one who’s gonna set this thing up.”
Tyler nodded. Andrew went on. “Once it’s set up, you go to the back of the engagement. I won’t call for you unless it’s necessary, got it. No heroics.”
Tyler nodded.
“Good kid. You tell your girl?”
“Yeah.” Tyler had gone to the upperhive directly after the battle and had told his live-in girlfriend that he had to stay late. He had promised to be home for the weekend, but he had to work late on Friday night.
Andrew didn’t know what that Tallarn girl thought her boyfriend did all day to pay for her comfortable life. He suspected she suspected.
He nodded. “Okay. We all set?”
Everyone nodded.
“Grab your gear. Let’s roll.”
The order of the Black Watch loses
3 autopistols
2 shotguns
1 lasgun
1 laspistol
2 bludgeons
Gains
3 sets Mesh Armor
1 set of 10 Vox-links
1 Detpack
Current Coffers: 7 Thrones
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Post by Warork on Aug 12, 2014 10:57:33 GMT
The Doomheads; The bitter spoils
The wastes were darker than he remembered...and they smelled worse too. Karrus reflected on his decisions up to this point as the dim light of the tunnel that led into the wastes from the underhive drifted out of sight behind him. He had decided that the four of them would take up the old man's "quest" for "wyrm urns" which Karrus assumed meant their eggs...Although attempting to look out into the dark and dusty gloom of the wastes where nothing but scrapmetal dunes and unseen dangers awaited...he was starting to question the validity of this venture. All he could see clearly was the little halo of flickering light around him that was provided by his torch. Each of the four of them had one as there was no power out in the wastes and hence it was pitch black otherwise.
"You sure you're reading that thing right?" He called up to the forward member of their quartet. A woman dressed in ragged furs and skins led their path a few yards ahead of the gangers. She looked small and frail but she carried a lasgun on her back and below her matted, tangled hair their lied a mind that new nearly every path, nook and cranny in the underhive. Scouts like her were popular hires for that reason alone.
"Perhaps you'd like to come up here and try reading it." She responded waving the map in her hands in a mocking gesture. The old man had given it to them so that they could find this place where it was said the wyrm urns were located. A chuckle emanated from the area to Karrus' right.
"This chick is great, where'd you find her?" Beast asked, one hand holding up his own torch as they walked.
"Stuck up your ass, big man." Karrus responded. This time the chuckle came from behind them. Beast shot a glare at Iceman, one of their newer members who quickly stopped being merry and went back to his waste watching.
"I still think you're as crazy as that old man." Beast said in the darkness. "Have you heard even half the stories about these scrapworms? I don't want to be a hundred yards near one, let alone one defending its nest."
"Money's money. And we need some right now." Was the only argument that Karrus could give his autocannon carrying compatriot. He had liked the idea inside the hive domes but now that they were out here in the desolate nothingness of the wastes he wasn't so sure the money for these eggs was worth the trouble. Only time would tell.
Minutes of walking turned into hours. Sometimes the breeze would come up and blow dust in their faces which started to really annoy Karrus as he struggled to draw breath.
"Are we there yet?" He finally asked as their scout compatriot made it to the crest of a hill.
"Actually I think we are." She said. "Come see."
The three gangers eventually made it up the scrap hill and peered down the incline to see that they were on the cusp of a large crater filled with assorted fallen masonry and scrap from the upper vaults of the hive above them.
"Down there." The scout pointed. "See that mound? That looks like our prize."
"Where are the worms?" Beast asked. Karrus looked around and from their heightened position he couldn't see another living thing anywhere.
"Uhhh...do you guys feel that?" Iceman said suddenly, breaking Karrus' concentration.
"What?"
"That...rumbling..."
Sure enough, Karrus could feel vibrations in the ground, slow and rolling, through his bootsoles.
"Nobody move." He said. He began frantically searching the ground around him for signs of movement along with the gangers around him but saw nothing. In a minute the vibrations began to move away.
"Ila, go down there and get an egg, we'll cover you." Karrus said, waving her forward. Surprisingly she started forward without complaint, leaving her lasgun to hang on its strap while she headed down into the crater. Karrus watched her intently as he brought up his bolter. Everyone was totally silent as they watched, no doubt knowing the vibrations probably meant what they all thought.
Besides almost tripping once, Ila made it to the cluster at the bottom of the crater alright. She managed to loosen one egg from it and found that then entire bulk of it was nearly as big as she was and pretty heavy to boot. A minute passed and she finally made it back up the crater's slow slope to the group.
"There's another two down there." She said, sounding a bit winded. Karrus nodded.
"Ice, you're next." He said. "Same drill, hustle."
The ganger went forwards and Karrus noted there was no real change in the vibrations. Maybe they had gotten lucky and the worms weren't aware of their presence. Karrus watched as Iceman reached the bottom and that's where a decent day became very very bad for Karrus. The vibrations under their feet suddenly changed directions, becoming more intense just as Iceman was picking up one of the remaining eggs. In fact, the increase happened so suddenly that Karrus had no time to shout a warning before the unthinkable happened. With a great crashing of metal and mountains of dirt, a massive form suddenly emerged from the side of the crater, raising up to a height far above the ganger's heads. The form was long, limbless and covered with metal plates that had fused to its body. Near the top was a mouth like a giant industrial drill that opened with lamprey like hinges and revealed a wickedly toothed beak within. From that beak it let out a screech so loud Karrus was sure it could be heard for miles around.
Surprised and moving with speed fueled by fear, Iceman screamed as he swung the egg in his hands towards the worm's head as it lunged forward to bite at him. The side of the egg, apparently quite resilient, rebounded off the creature's skull sending it flying to one side.
"Get moving!" Karrus yelled as he raised his bolter. Iceman didn't need to be told twice, he started running, sprinting up the crater slope. Karrus didnt even give a command, simply opening fire on the worm as it came back from the blow that had disoriented it. In a few seconds the harsh roar of his bolter was followed by the deeper boom of Beast's autocannon. Karrus watched as his bolts bounced harmlessly off of the worm's armor and the autocannon shells blew huge chunks out of its hide with brutal power. The worm screeched again, this time in pain and dove into the scrap dunes in an explosive cloud of dust.
"You two get going back towards the hive!" Karrus ordered the scout and Iceman without hesitating. He turned to Beast. "Cover me."
"Are you fucking insane?!" Beast protested as he watched his boss plunge down into the crater at a run.
"Probably!" Karrus responded and kept going. Beast could only watch as Iceman and the scout made tracks behind him back the way they had come. He readied his weapon to cover his boss as Karrus got to the egg. Just as he did so, Beast felt the loud and rumbling vibrations go under him and pass in the direction his compatriots had just run off to.
"Its going after the other eggs!" Beast yelled down to Karrus as he turned his autcannon around just in time to see the worm emerge from the ground in a cloud of dirt and falling scrap. He watched as the worm's beak lifted Iceman up by his leg and threw him with contemptuous ease through the air. Beast gritted his teeth and opened fire.
"Shitshitshitshit..." Karrus said to himself as he made it to the last egg in the clutch at the bottom of the crater. He picked it up and immediately started back the way he had come.
"Fuckfuckfuckfuck..." He got to the top as the worm was lunging for Beast. Karrus watched the worm that was as big as a tank grab his friend's arm and try to wrench him from his feet. Karrus dropped the egg he had been carrying and pulled out his bolter, stitching the side of the worm with his bolter while he cursed more and watched the tracers bounce and spark off the worm's side again. Eventually the gun clicked dry and Karrus looked down at it angrily.
"You useless fucking object!" He yelled. As he was reloading, Beast was able to get a hold of his autocannon and use its weight to slam the worm's beak off his arm. With deft hands, Beast racked the slide on his weapon and hammered shot after shot into the worm's beak. It roared a loud death rattle and fell over on its side, a plume of dirt coming up from where its lifeless body landed. Karrus picked up the egg he had dropped, struggling with its weight.
"Go! We're getting out of here!" He yelled at Beast as he ran. The two began to get to where they'd seen Iceman go down. They found the scout Ila helping him up...he looked rather worse for wear but otherwise alive.
"Grab one of the eggs and keep going!" Karrus yelled as they began to overtake the other two. "We've got to---"
He was interrupted as the vibrations returned and another scrapworm's head bursted through the ground, grabbing Karrus by the leg and tossing him through the air just like the other worm had done to Iceman. The worm rose to its full height, appearing to look for its next prey.
"Go! I'll be right behind you!" Beast yelled at Iceman and Ila. The scout and the ganger didn't bother protesting and both of them began moving as fast as they could with one egg in hand between them. Beast turned back to the worm who was starting to move towards him. He snorted and wiped blood off his face with the back of his hand, racking the slide on his autocannon yet again. The worm roared as it charged towards him, snapping its toothed beak that sat within its eyeless head.
"SMILE YOU SON OF A BITCH!" Beast roared in return as he filled the worm's face with shot after shot from his heavy weapon. Each shot blew off more and more chunks of the beast's mouth as it writhed from the one man fusillade, stopping the worm in its tracks and sending its lifeless bulk over onto its side. Beast panted, hot fear draining from his system as he remembered Karrus. He called out for Karrus and considered going after where the worm had flung his boss but he suddenly felt the vibrations getting closer through his bootsoles and he knew that more of those things were on their way.
Beast cursed colorfully as he turned towards the hive and left his boss out in the wastes...
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A couple hours later the three made it back to Gelt town through the tunnel they'd come through, not bothering to stop to check behind them the entire way back. When they arrived Ila collapsed from exhaustion, the worm's egg, a round, rough stone like thing sat beside her. Iceman slid down the wall of the building they had stopped next to. In a minute Beast came and checked on him, examining him for wounds.
"You hurt? Bleeding from anywhere?" Beast asked the dust caked ganger.
"I'd ask you the same thing." Iceman said as he breathed heavily from the run. He pointed at Beast's arm which was caked in blood. Beast gave it one look before shrugging it off.
"Just a flesh wound."
"Karrus." Iceman muttered.
"He's gone, don't worry about him." Beast said flatly.
"Karrus." Iceman said again after a moment, he was too winded and in pain to say anything else. Beast looked up at him, he was staring at something behind him. Beast followed his gaze, his face draining to white as he stood up and turned around.
"I don't fuckin believe it." Beast muttered. A single figure trudged up to the group. He was covered from head to toe in light brown dust and grit which was only contrasted by the dark red stream that ran from one of his ears which was obviously missing a chunk of flesh. The figure carried a bolter loosely in both his hands as he walked up to the group, revealing a white face with whiter hair.
"Well believe it." Karrus said as he came to a stop. "Come on...that old man owes us some thrones."
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The four made their way to the meeting place they agreed to meet the old man at. They found him appealing to the sky with open arms.
"We are but MAGGOTS...writhing in our own FILTH in the SHADOW of the ALMIGHTY WYRM!"
He hears the footsteps and turned to roughly face the group's direction, and of course his blind eyes stare blankly through you. "Ah! Come to see ol' Weimskr eh? Do you wish to REPENT your FALSE BELIEFS and join in HOLY COMMUNION with the one true deity, oh MIGHTY and MAGNIFICENT WYRMS?"
Karrus set the egg in front of the man and Karrus speaks up. "Can your wormshit, old man, we got your eggs. See? All three of them. Now cough up for them."
The man frowned. "I cannot see, the GREAT WYRM sought fit to take away my eyes. But I sense..." he moves forward and feels out with his hands, quickly finding the one egg. "...Only one."
"I thank you for your HOLY CONTRIBUTION to the DIVINE PROPHECY! You will be paid fifty thrones as agreed upon..." the man said.
Karrus chuckled with mirth at the man's words, his compatriots remained silent.
"I don't think you heard me, old man. Three eggs." Karrus says slowly, now completely devoid of mirth. He put his foot on the egg. "One."
Karrus racked the slide on his bolter, chambering a round. "Two."
Before the old man could protest, Karrus pointed his bolter at the egg. "THREE!"
A shot rang out, blowing a chunk of dirt into oblivion next to the egg. The roar echoed off the buildings in Gelt town around them. When the old man next looked up, Karrus still stood with his foot on the egg and his smoking bolter leveled at his chest, Beast standing next to him with his autocannon in hand.
"Now do me a favor." Karrus says nodding. "And count the eggs again."
The old man jumped at the sound of the loud shot and seemed troubled deeply when the large boltgun was pressed against his chest. He then spoke softly. "I suggest you don't attempt to interrupt the HOLY QUEST..." His head rose, looking up right into Karrus' eyes, despite the fact he was blind. The old man in rags seemed physically strained for a moment, and then Karrus was overcome with a strange feeling and his hand began to twitch, slowly moving away from the old man - but only just far enough that the gun was no longer pointing at him.
"What the fuck?" Karrus managed as he vainly tried to move his weapon. It felt as if his hands were frozen in place.
The old man appeared to look away into the distance for a few seconds, then exhaled heavily. A few moments later a pair of robed figures rounded the corner and approached. One carried a boltgun and the other handed a bag of thrones to one of the other gangers, before picking up the egg. The pair then moved to leave....
"Good day to you... do return to old Weimskr if you collect any more WYRM URNS for the GLORIOUS QUEST!" He says, before turning to leave.
Beast noticed Karrus looked set to go after them when the sound of distant voices caught his attention. He looked back to see a couple uniformed guild enforcers headed down the street to where they had heard the sound of the bolter firing.
"Uh boss, we should go."
Karrus turned to see what his friend was talking about and growled audibly.
"Come on, lets just go." He said. The four of them quickly made scarce from the area and headed back towards North Cirset. The entire way back Karrus grumbled about their pittance they'd received from the old man and mumbled other inaudible things, probably about the old man's parentage. As they neared the Derricks, Beast suddenly became curious.
"Hey boss, is your gun defective or something? It didn't do much to those worms out there."
"Eh?" Karrus asked irritably. "It works fine, yours is just bigger than mine...Stop laughing!"
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DOOMHEAD VICTORY
Karrus gains 8xp, he is now at 145XP. He has levelled up once. He is now Gang Champion rank 5. +1 Initiative
Beast gains 41XP, He is now at 101XP. He has levelled up 3 times. He is now Gang Champion rank 3. any stat +1 +1 Attack +1 wound
Iceman gains 7XP, He is now at 37XP. He has levelled up once. He is now Ganger Rank 1. +1 to any stat.
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Doomheads gain: 50 thrones
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Post by Darko on Aug 12, 2014 22:30:21 GMT
Kal-Kallid Masdalli stood in the observation room of Big Black, the sector's gargantuan power-generator. It was as ancient as it was a mystery. Even his best technicians barely understood its inner workings. Regardless, as the Guild Emporium's chief advisor on technical matters including building works, basic plumbing, irrigation, lightning and of course overseeing the day-to-day maintenance of all the important technology in the underhive, a list that began and ended with Big Black. It'd gotten to the point where he was so used to the rhythmic humming of the large power generator that he couldn't sleep properly in its absence, so he had special quarters built next to it.
Of course, he was looking at a special report put together by his top man, Argo Jorman. It described an upcoming electrical storm that would likely manifest some time in the next week or so. Usually these weren't much of a cause for concern unless you planned on going outside during the storm, however Big Black remained far too important to not address the issue.
"What do you think sir? Shall I send for the Tech Priest?" "No, no, I don't think it's necessary to disturb him. She's been running smoothly since he repaired the last incident all those months ago and so far there's no problem. It's unlikely the storm will cause any issues. She's been around for centuries without being damaged and I doubt a little lightning will bother her now. And if it does, Valorum is never far from hand."
"We do have those lightning conductors he built a few years ago for that particularly big storm. They're in storage, shall we set them up?" Jorman suggested. Masdalli nodded slowly. "A reasonable precaution. Our own men can handle Gelttown, but what about the other settlements? They're too dangerous for our workers now and Captain Roth would never spare his men at a time like this."
Jorman frowned. "Well, we can't just leave them unprotected. People always ignore the warnings and the next thing you know, someone's kid or best friend gets fried. Then we have a riot on our hands, blaming the Guild."
Masdalli chuckled. "Right you are Jorman, right you are. Not sure why they riot, seeing as the Guild - despite its wealth and power - lacks the ability to resurrect the dead. Still, Roth would have our heads if there was another riot, so best we find a solution to this problem."
"Perhaps the gangs can be convinced to set them up? I'm sure they'd do it for a few Throne Gelt."
"If they can be persuaded to stop killing each other for five minutes, then by the Emperor, we might just save a few lives Jorman. Still, we'll have to run it by Lady Thebe first."
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In the Falcon headquarters - a large, imposing building far newer than everything that surrounded it - a gathering of the bosses had been called.
The Lieutenants were all present. Even a few new candidates, yet to be truly accepted as equals by their more experienced colleagues, hovered in one corner of the room. They all watched impassively as Leon pleaded with Jaeger Ravion for another chance.
"It's not my fault, I swear to you! The new gangs helped him and the Enforcers too," he argued.
Ravion had been listening to him plead and rant for about half an hour. It was hard to tell if he was bored or annoyed.
"Shut up you idiot," Ravion finally spoke. Leon immediately froze. "I took you in all those years ago, I've given you a position of respect in the gang I built from nothing and this is how you repay me - with failure."
Slowly, the self-styled lord of the underhive rose from his throne. Leon began to quail as the imposing Falcon himself approached. "Jaeger, please, I--gghk" he began, but was cut off as Ravion's iron fist shot out and tightened around his throat.
"There is always a price for failure," he bellowed, looking each of his lieutenants in the eye. Then his gaze returned to Leon. "Were you anyone else, I'd boil the flesh off your skull and display it next to the rest," he sneered, indicating to the far wall where several dozen skulls sat on display, the latest of which being that of Grimm. Jaeger had had it encased in silver and occasionally drank fine wine from the upper hive out of it when he reflected on the war.
Waving over Urbain and Terzo as he released Leon's throat, the two men held him down as Jaeger slowly pulled out his power sword. "Jaeger, no, don't do this, listen to me! I won't fail you again, I swear! I'll get what you want, I'll make him listen, I'll-- Jaeger, no, please.." He trailed off. "Usually you're so quiet and thoughtful," Urbain whispered in his ear.
Jaeger raised the weapon high, and then brought it down forcefully on Leon's wrist. The man screamed in pain as blood spurted forth from the wound.
The leader of the Falcons looked down at him for a few moments, crying and writhing on the floor, nursing his hand. "I know you won't fail me next time. Someone clean this mess up," he ordered, turning away in disgust.
"Send a message. Do what Leon failed to do. I will not be defied. And send in some women," Jaeger shouted, sparing a glance around the room. No one looked at Leon as he was dragged away. They all looked Ravion in the eye. Weakness was forbidden.
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Post by Darko on Aug 13, 2014 10:52:15 GMT
NECROMUNDA CAMPAIGN WEEK 1, DAY 6 ***END OF WEEK***
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The mad old prophet in Gelttown known as Weimskr is still shambling around offering to pay 50 thrones per Scrapworm egg that is brought to him.
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The Gladiator Pit officials urge gangers to register a representative in the fights for the following day as this is the last day to sign up. The entry reward is still 25 thrones with 75 up for grabs for the champion if at least 3 gangs participate.
You can also add more money to the jackpot and however much you add gets doubled. The more goes in, the greater the prize!
Only 1 day to go, and remember - sponsoring your champion may make the difference between triumphant victory and bitter defeat.
Participants: Killer Cat - The Black Hand
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The Guild Emporium has put out a job offer: set up special lightning conductors in each of the settlements. For every settlement that this is completed in, the gang will receive 10 thrones, for a total of 110 if every settlement is seen to.
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Post by coolyo294 on Aug 14, 2014 0:16:40 GMT
The dawn cycle had broken and Serena was on guard duty. A lho stick hung loosely in her mouth as she surveyed the surrounding area. In the brightening dawn light no one was out save for drunkards and other nefarious individuals, none of whom were stupid enough to tempt fate and a loaded autorifle. But suddenly a small figure cloaked in a dusty brown wastelander cloak approached where Serena sat. Immediately she stood up and pointed her autorifle at the figure. "You there! Stop or I shoot!" Serena called. At the sound of her voice, the figure seemed to perk up. "Sis! It is you!" she said excitedly Serena lowered her rifle. "Quinn?" Throwing back her hood, the wastelander revealed her face. She was clearly young, no older than 16, yet her face bore a familial similarity to Serena's. A short bob of platinum blond hair framed her face. She rushed up to Serena and threw her arms around the ganger's waist to giver her a hug. "You dumbass." Serena scolded. "I could've shot you!" Quinn clearly didn't care. "We've all been so worried about you back at home, Da especially! It's good to see you're safe. "It's good to see you too, Quinn, but we can catch up later. What are you doing here? You know it's not safe." Serena said. "I've come to join your gang!" Quinn said excitedly. "I asked Da and he said it was okay. He also said someone needed to keep an eye on you." Serena had to resist the urge to laugh. "Last time I checked, I'm twenty and four years older than you Quinn. I can look after myself just fine. But joining the gang, are you sure? It's dangerous. You could get hurt, even killed." "I'm sure." Quinn said with a resolute look on her face. A smile broke across Serena's face. "Alright. Go inside. There's a door with a butterfly on it in the back. Knock three times and ask for Olivier. Tell them Serena sent you. She'll decide if you can join the gang or not." Following the instructions, Quinn entered the Neon Night and found the door Serena referred to. After knocking three times a massive woman whose name Quinn later learned was Mona opened the door. She introduced herself the way her sister had told her to and was then taken to meet Olivier. After introducing herself to the gang leader, Quinn sat down on a dingy couch. "Serena's sister, eh? What makes you think you have what it takes to be a Widowmaker?" Olivier said. Quinn gulped. The woman named Olivier was wiry and intimidating. She doubted that she would hesitate to kill her if she said the wrong thing. Regardless, she couldn't chicken out now. "I-I'm willing to do anything the gang needs, ma'am! And I know how to shoot. My da taught me so I could help fight raiders" Quinn stammered. "Hah, she even calls me ma'am!" Olivier laughed. "I like you, Quinn. But I can't just let you join. You have to do something for us. Complete this task successfully and I'll let you join our gang." "What do you need me to do?" Quinn asked. "It's quite simple really. The Guilders are offering a payment of ten thrones for setting up a lightning rod in each settlement. Just go to Gelttown, find the Guilder office, and set up a lightning rod here in Grimtown. We'll be out most of the day today. Have it done before we get back and you can consider yourself a Widowmaker." Olivier said. "Yes ma'am!" Quinn said. She even snapped off a salute like an Imperial Guardsman in the devotional holovids. Olivier laughed again before suddenly growing stone-faced and serious. "Hop to it, juve!" she barked as Quinn scampered out of the basement to complete her rite of passage. As soon as she was gone, Olivier called the rest of her gang to assemble, including the foul ratskin Kronk. "Alright ladies, it's treasure hunting time!" she said. "Bree, Melissa, Vaye, Jenna, Tona, Gab, you're with me. Mona, you, Akira, and Serena are on base defense duty. And make sure the new juve doesn't fuck up." -----Some time later----- Dirty, dusty, and tired, the seven Widowmakers filed back into Gelttown. They had yet to find the archeotech they were searching for, but they had found an intact device in a half buried truck out in the wastes. Kronk had reasoned that the truck must've fallen from the upper hive during a hive quake but Olivier didn't particularly care. It was an intact piece of seemingly advanced tech that would likely sell for a pretty penny and that was all that mattered. And Janthine Yolande was going to be the one to provide that penny, Olivier thought as she strode into the off-worlder's menagerie. The calls and chirps of dozens of exotic species filled the air, assaulting Olivier's ears with the racket. Hooded attendants rushed to and fro, feeding, examining, and otherwise caring for the assorted beasts housed in plasbar cages. Olivier noticed Yolande was busy dealing with another client, so she set the gravchute down and examined one of the cages near her. It housed a small, slimy looking toad covered in brilliant blue and yellow spots. A pair of pearly white fangs jutted from the front of its wide mouth. As Olivier examined the small beast, she didn't even notice Janthine approach her. "Well if it isn't the aspiring treasure hunter. What brings you here today, Ms. Thorpe?" the offworlder said in her strange accent. "Found something out in the wastes you might be interested in." Olivier said as she hefted up the device. "Found a whole crate of these out in the wastes. Most were busted, but this one still works. No idea what it does though." Yolande took the device and examined it. "A gravchute. Standard issue for Imperial Guard drop troops and Stormtroopers. When worn it slows the user's descent enough to safely fall from any distance. Not archeotech, but certainly rare. I can give you 40 thrones for it." "And how much would you sell that weird looking thing for?" Olivier said, jabbing her thumb at the toad she had been examining. "Ah, yes. The Burnscour Vipertoad. Packs enough neurotoxin in each bite to drop an ambull! For such a fine beast I'd say... 40 thrones" Yolande said with a wolfish grin. "Sounds like a deal then," Olivier said. "Very well. My attendants shall prepare your beast and have it delivered to you later today." Yolande said. Leaving the menagerie, Olivier met up with the rest of her gangers. They had been out picking up supplies for their drug chemist, Dreckard. He had given them a list earlier today and said if they picked up the stuff on it he could start manufacturing stimm as well as tranq. Always eager to expand her criminal enterprises, Olivier jumped on the opportunity. Now with their shopping done, the eight headed back to Grimtown. ----------------------- Widowmakers actions: -Olivier, Bree, Melissa, Vaye, Jenna, Tona, Serena, Kronk: Searching for archeotech, visiting Gelttown -Mona, Akira, Gab: Guarding the base -Quinn: Setting up lightning rod in Grimtown Widowmakers gain: -1 stimm lab (-120 thrones) -1 grav chute -10 thrones (lightning rod job) -Sgt. Frog the Burnscour Vipertoad (tiny beast w/ poisonous bite) (-40 thrones) Imagine this but bright yellow and blue -Quinn (juvie ganger) Name: Quinn (GR 40) Gender: Female Age: 16 Appearance: Quinn resembles a smaller version of Serena with short, platinum blond hair Rank: Green juve Weapons: -Autopistol (15 thrones) -Knife (free) Armour: XP: 0 Skills: Stats: -WS: 2 -BS: 2 -S: 3 -T: 3 -W: 1 -I: 3 -A: 1 -LD: 5 Notes: Serena's sister Widowmakers lose: -1 grav chute (+40 thrones) ----------------------- Widowmakers coffers: 36 thrones
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Post by Nepty on Aug 14, 2014 9:41:52 GMT
Rushing water. Disgusting odours. Something heavy hitting him. He opened his eyes in darkness. Every part of his body ached. He couldn’t feel his leg. There was a burning pan in his side. He reached up with one numb arm and felt his face. It didn’t feel like his. It was a horrible feeling. There were torn ridges and wet flaps of skin. His nose was half gone. There was a giant sucking hole where his left cheek should have been. There was still sewage running past and under him. He crawled across the muddy earth and onto an embankment. On second thought, it probably wasn’t mud. Trying not to think about what the underground road of shit was doing to his open wounds, he tried to stand. He managed to balance feebly, but fell heavily on his knees. He started to crawl. He didn’t know where he was going. Someplace he remembered. Somewhere there was a gunshot, far off. He cringed and kept crawling. He found his way out in what he knew was the wasteland. Scrap shifted under him. He kept crawling. He thought he was fit enough to walk now. He got to his feet, dragging his mangled leg and hobbled. Eventually, he reached an abandoned tunnel and started down it. When he encountered people, they ran from the shambling monster. He hadn’t been a big man in life, but he had been muscular. Now he was distorted too. Why did he say in life? He didn’t feel alive. Was this death? This ravenous hunger and shambling gait? He wondered if he had caught the plague of undeath somewhere down there. He didn’t know why he was going where he was. He only knew that he was going. He stumbled into South Circet. The people here were still active. They knew that the Black Watch looked out for them, even if no one knew who the members of the Black Watch were. The unblinking black eye was graphitized everywhere. He shambled down the street. The brotherhood’s headquarters were nearby. He knew it. They were the Black Watch. There, the landmark, the building. It bustled with activity. Outside, a painted whore was leaning against the wall, injecting a stimm into her arm. She saw him and screamed, running off, letting the dirty needle hit the ground. He wondered if it would alleviate his pain. He grabbed at it, but it was empty. He shambled inside. The patrons went quiet. People looked up from their card games and dice games. A man polishing a glass behind the counter paused, mid-sweep. He stumbled into the bathroom and found the defunct toilet. Leaning heavily against the wall, bleeding slowly, he pulled off the lid from the back part and hauled on the lever. The toilet flushed. The floor in front of the toilet slid away. He stumbled in, fell down and lay in the dark corridor for what felt like ages. The water level soon reached the right amount in the toilet and the ceiling slid shut over him leaving him in total darkness. After a while he started to crawl. This wasn’t’ anything special, just a sewer. It was damp and wet but hadn’t been used for its intended purpose for a thousand years. Last he knew, Grimm had used it to traffic illicit goods into the den. No one knew about it but Grimm’s security crew, of which Vic had led. And since the rest of Grimm’s crew were dead… He found the groove in the floor and tapped on it. Ten times, in rising octaves. It fell away, and he fell through the floor into the hideout of the Brothers of the Black Watch. “Holy shit,” said someone. “It’s Macks.”
*** Tyler finished wrapping Macks in a blanket and administering the antiseptic to his myriad of wounds. None of them had expected this. Mark had thought Macks was dead. He certainly looked dead. No one should survive after being hurt like that. The man shivered in his bedroll. They would still have some time until the Convoy hit, but Fuller was out again. He had gone to stop by at the Doomhead’s base and then the black market. Tyler had heard the word that Karras had given them money for the extra grenades grenades, hwich was good. Two kraks and two frags. He said as much to Andrew, who was passing. “Karras said we supply the boom-boom while he supplies the gang-bang.” Tyler raised an eyebrow. “I think you mean bang-bang?” Andrew shook his head. “If this plan goes through, Karras and his boys can have as many of our girls as they want.” Tyler’s brow furrowed. He still didn’t like the method by which the Black Watch was producing money from the sex industry. Of course, by now, they’d expanded or cycled out the kidnapped whores to use more willing ones, it still rankled. ***** Tyler watched his lads –he still hadn’t stopped thinking of them like that, even after Vic had gotten up. The Black Watch now looked less like a chorus of mismatched, jobless security operators now, and more like a gang. Andrew and Hadrian now toted hellguns, being some of the better shots in the gang. A las pistol was wedged in Mark’s waistband –the last of their old batch of laspistols, the other four they had just sold off to buy grenades. Andrew’s sidearm was a more formidable looking plasma pistol. They were both big men and could take some hard knocks, but it had been decreed that both were to wear the brigandines. The other armored man was Mark. Thinner and leaner than the other two, but he had laid claim to the plasma gun. Vic was sullen and depressive, and had been saddled with the long-las. He was one of the few in the gang who could use the weapon and had also decreed that the case of frag grenades they had gotten by trading in almost all of their laspistols should be parceled out to those who would use them to the best of their ability. Hule had one, and had elected to go with a bolter and a bolt pistol this time for his main weaponry. Tyler had been elected to place the detpack. He also carried a frag grenade, and his weapon of choice was a bolt pistol. However, they had decreed that due to the nature of his injuries, both physical and mental, Macks was to be given the last lasgun and guard the base. The poor man was jumping at shadows, and was going to lock the door extra tight tonight. Vic nodded at them all. “We have a few hours until it arrives. Let’s go and get rich boys.”
The Black Watch loses 80 thrones 4 laspistols
Gains 2 hellguns 3 frag grenades. Coffers 5 thrones
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Post by coolyo294 on Aug 15, 2014 4:51:12 GMT
While the other Widowmakers busied themselves gathering the supplies Dreckard had requested them to get, Serena split off from the main group. Normally she was hesitant traveling anywhere by herself since the incident with the assassin, but her chances of being jumped under the watchful eyes of the Guild Enforcers were low so she risked it. But at the thought of the assassin, the burn scar on her side left by the assailant's plasma pistol ached. With a rueful smile she thanked the Emperor again for sparing her life that day. Also she had to admit, a sweet scar like that worked wonders when it came to picking up the impressionable young hanger ons that flocked to the Neon Night for a chance to score.
But those thoughts left her head when she arrived at her destination, the Gladiator Pit. The pit's imposing structure rose up high above her, adorned with innumerable pendants and banners. From inside she could her the clash of fighting as well as the thunderous clamor of the crowds. Nasty looking packs of underhivers milled around the building hoping for a chance to get inside. Mostly they stuck to each other but occasionally brawls broke out. None lasted too long before guild enforcers or pit bouncers tossed them away.
Serena made her way through the crowd up to a stage that had been erected in front of the arena. A pair of pit officials were seated behind a desk that was flanked by two armed guards.
"And what can we do for you?" one of the officials asked as she approached the desk.
"I'm here to sign up for the gang tournament. Name's Serena. I'll be representing the Widowmakers of Grimtown." she said
Wide smiles broke across both of the officials' faces.
"Excellent, excellent!" one beamed. He quickly scribbled some information down onto a sheave of parchment and then tore a slip off from the bottom of the page. He handed the slip to Serena. "Just present this tomorrow when you arrive and you will be admitted to the tournament!"
"Good luck!" they both said in eery unison.
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Getting the lightning conductor from the Guilder's office hadn't been too hard, Quinn thought. The bored looking clerk simply took down her name and then gave her a heavily abridged lecture on how to set it up. Then she was handed the conductor and a slip covered in all the necessary hymnals to appease the machine spirit and then booted out the door.
With no time to waste, Quinn practically sprinted back to Grimmtown. A life of hard labor on her family's homestead had conditioned her body well, but even then the exertion of lugging the lightning conductor while she ran tired her greatly. After arriving in the settlement she moved to the outskirts of town, as per the clerk's recommendation. He said it didn't matter where the conductor was placed so long as it was outside the main area of the settlement.
Picking an area about twenty meters from the nearest building, Quinn began to go through the steps as the Guilders had explained them. First she deployed the struts that anchored the conductor to the earth. Then she chanted the hymn of awakening as she struck the green power rune on the device's side. After that she hit the device's second switch to extend the machine's 9 meter lightning rod. All in all it took Quinn fifteen minutes to set up.
"Kuwabara, kuwabara." she said softly before rapping her knuckles against the conductor's metallic exterior. That was an old hymn her mother had taught her when she was little. Supposedly it would keep her safe from lightning. But she didn't stick around for the storm to see if that theory was true.
When she arrived back at the Neon Night she was greeted by Mona.
"Congratulations, juve." she said with a sly smile. "You're a Widowmaker now. Olivier will be back in a couple hours. We'll take you to get your electoos then. Until then, make yourself at home in the basement."
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