[IC] Deathwatch: Shadow Warrant

[Revanus]

”I too would visit the forge—after a quick detour through the mess hall. Shall we venture together, Brother Lion?”

[Malak'ai]

"Thank you for the offer Brother, but this time, I feel I need to proceed in private as it is a time of deep reflection. Mayhaps after I have finished I can join you all in the mess hall and discuss ways of how to put past differences aside and work together in our future endeavors." Maraziel replies, patting the old Wolf on the pouldron.

[Revanus]

Lokir shrugs his large shoulders, pauldrons clinking.

”That’s fine. I will not disturb you. I still intend to head to the mess hall and the forge, though.”

[Jyssika]

A broad smile spreads across the Flesh Tearer's face--eyes closing he draws in the aether around him.
The poor Witch Hunter was going to hate this, good.

There was nothing... He opened his eyes, bloodshot, and the smile faded.
He knew better to let the rage get the better of him but failure was equally shameful and tried again this time

Once again it failed... He was going to push--rip the very walls of the station apart and throw them into the warp with Perils if he had to just to get his message across.
But something stopped him. In his rage filled eyes he saw the Templar and he knew it was his fault.

"Training Area... now."
It was little more than a grunt.

"Let us settle this once and for all. Least you ruin the whole kill teams reputation with your pathetic prejudice."

Spoiler: OOC

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Fettered Short Range Telepathy
(1d100)[90] WP 47, +10 (PR 2), +10 Psy Focus ~67.

Rolled a 2nd Unfettered test in OOC... failed also (no perils)

[rs2excelsior]

Adler rankles a bit at Torox's abruptness--does the fool not realize how dangerous the powers he wields can be?--but he nods nevertheless, a small smile forming on his face as they go. He certainly wouldn't mind another opportunity to test his skills after his embarrassing performance in their first duel.

[Malak'ai]

Looking fully at Ferren, Maraziel asks, "Well Watch Captain, are you going to direct me to the Chapel and Forge, or am I to find my own way?"

[TheNotoriousSMP]

Kel'dir sighed as he watched Adler and Torox go off. He supposed that it was too much to ask that they set aside their obvious animus aside so easily, but he'd hoped that they'd managed to reach an understanding after their initial spar. Looking up at the words of the other members of his team he spoke up. "As I said earlier, I should like to pay the forge a visit as well," the Salamander said, "I imagine I will be spending no small amount of time there."

[Toxic Mind]

OOC: Please do your posts in spoilers with the names of the people with you, to preserve some semblance of IC knowledge.

Spoiler: The Mess Hall - Lokir

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The mess hall is large, the ornate and gothic ceiling rising high above. Laid out are enough tables and benches to accommodate an entire company of marines. It feels disused, and this is made far more obvious by the fact that it is almost entirely empty. The lack is obvious to Lokir, far more used to the loud and boisterous halls of the Space Wolves. There is no sound but the faint mechanical scraping of cleaning servitors, and the soft shuffle of their caretaker, a Deathwatch tech-serf. You seem to remember something special about Deathwatch serfs, but can't quite recall. [Common Lore (Deathwatch) +20] Either way, the servitors and the serf are your only company here. What do you do?

Spoiler: The Training Cages - Torox and Adler

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You are directed to the training cages by Ferran, before he escorts Kel'dir and Maraziel. As you reach them, you find that they are already occupied, by another kill-team. In the cage is a Raven Guard, recognizable by his sallow skin and black eyes, squaring off against what could only be one of the sons of Guilliman. It seems you have found Kill-Team Felheart, the other team stationed here. The cage is occupied, but the other two members stand and watch from nearby. What do you do?

Spoiler: The Forge - Kel'dir and Maraziel

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Ferran escorts you personally. He is his normal taciturn self, responding only to questions. (If you have any feel free to ask) He leads you through a dizzying series of tunnels. It quickly becomes obvious why he chose to escort you, as finding your way into the Heart of Erioch would be almost impossible without his guidance. Or a detailed map. Sometimes it is difficult to remember, with all its austere beauty, that this is one of the most defensible structures in the entire Jericho Reach. Walking through the maze, you are reminded. In due time, you reach the Forge. Ferran informs you that he "has no interesting in joining you on your fools errand" and leaves you, though he is merciful enough to give you precise directions to find the Forge proper. As approach the doors, massive and armoured, you hear from within, through the opening, the sounds of combat - the dull clangs of metal on metal and even the thump of a power field. What do you do?

[Malak'ai]

Spoiler: Toxic & Kel'dir

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Staying silent as he follows the Watch Captain, Maraziel glances over at Kel'dir for a quick moment. Once alone with the Salamander, he says quietly, "Remind me to look into Ferren when we get a chance. He seems to dislike us for no apparent reason. He might just be tacturn by nature, but he seems to have been harbouring some small resentment towards us since we arrived."

Stepping up to the opening in the doors and hearing the sounds of combat, his hand immediately reaches for his bolt pistol, but does not yet draw it. The sounds of clanging metal are normal for the forge, but best make sure. "There may be trouble in here Brother, prepare thyself."
Pushing the door open just a little more as quietly as possible, Maraziel pokes his head in, quickly scanning the room for the source of the sound.

Spoiler: Rolls

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Silent Move: (1d100)[44] Target: 41
Awareness (Sight): (1d100)[78] Target: 63
Awareness (Hearing): (1d100)[10] Target: 63

[Jyssika]

Spoiler: Torox and Adler

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Torox grunts, sighs or retches: its hard to tell before roaring.
"Clear the cage! We have a grudge that we must dispute."

Spoiler: OOC

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(1d100)[83] Intimidate 68 and +4 DoS if succeed due to Unnatural Str (4).

Flesh Tearer Chapter Trappings cause all NPC Spacemarines to start at -2 Disposition... so it might be a -20 test.

[Revanus]

Spoiler: Lokir

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Lokir sniffs the mess hall air and nods to the serf.

”I require four things. Fenrisian Mjod by the cask, fifty pounds of red meat, cooking flame, and company. Come! Join me as I cook and tell me a tale of your life’s thread. “

Lokir intends to prepare a traditional Fenrisian offering—The War Between the Hels. Like most things of Fenris, it is simple but not to be underestimated. A large pile of meat is divided into three. The first heap is left raw and cold as Helswinter. The second heap is deeply charred in the flames. The final heap is given a quick sear to leave the meat rare and juicy—kissed by Mother Fenris to be not quite raw, not quite burnt.

After cooking is done and the serf has shared his tale, Lokir will heap the casks of mead and piles of meat onto a large serving platter, and begin to make his way to the forge—dripping a trail of grease and blood in his wake.

[Toxic Mind]

Spoiler: Kel'dir and Maraziel

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You're pretty sure you are moving quietly enough, though it isn't hard with the racket going on. There is a crash of metal on metal, and the sparks light up the scene for the barest of moments. You can pick out the shape of two Astartes, locked in combat, and at least 3 other forms. Darkness retursn only to be rent asunder a moment later by the miniature sun of a plasma blast, which annihilates one of the non-astartes figures, but leaves even your enhanced senses smarting in the blinding light. You hear a deep voice, tinged with the distinct timbre of cybernetics. "You will die if you continue to be so weak." What will you do?

Spoiler: Torox and Adler

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"Begone whelp." comes the voice of the Minotaur. He is armed and armoured, with a rounded storm shield and carrying a power spear like he was born with it in hand. The power field is currently deactivated. "I do not fear a man who needs to shout." He says, derision evident. What do you do?

Spoiler: Lokir

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The serf tells you a sad tale. He served among the PDF on one of the many worlds of the Reach, and his world has the misfortune of falling under Tyranid assault. Their world had always remained faithful to the Emperor, and they did not despair, like so many others, when the skies darkened. They stood their ground, did not waver - and lost. He thought he would die there, food for some foul xenos, but instead he was saved by the Black Armour Astartes. They rescued his squad from certain death, and his unit followed them into the jaws of death. He was the only one to survive. He speaks gratefully of his rescuers, and says he is happy to serve, but you sense some bitterness there, for combats and glories lost to fate. He gets you what you request, then goes on his way, leaving you alone.

It takes you a while to cook your 'offering', by which point Ferran has found you. He eyes your work with a judging gaze. "Where might I direct you and your burnt carcass, oh glorious son of Fenris?"

[Revanus]

Spoiler: Lokir

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The Watch-Captain’s was far from the first to disdain a Wolf of Fenris as primitive. Though, the runt was centuries too young for Lokir to let the comment pass without a rebuke of sorts.

Lokir deadpans a response.

”I require a more capable fire spirit to make the prey-feast more nicer. Point me to the hearth-forge where iron spirits are made to clash and axes learn to smile, if you please.”

[Jyssika]

Spoiler: Torox & Adler

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"I need not shout foolish cur, I would but roast your flesh with a benign thought. Do not push me."

The Flesh Tearer places a hand on the pommel of his Force Sword, a weapon that kills body and soul,
his tone unwaivering.

"We have orders from the Watch Commander himself to settle our differences: you would stand in our way, calf?"

[Malak'ai]

Spoiler: Toxic & Kel'dir

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Drawing his bolt pistol and raising it to the ready in front of himself, the Dark Angel advances keeping his eyes on the combat and the other two figures. "Forgemaster, I am Brother Maraziel, newly seconded to the Deathwatch. What is going on? Do you need assistance?"

[Toxic Mind]

Spoiler: Kel'dir and Maraziel

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As you say your greeting, you hear just a momentary pause in the combat. Then, "Quickly Brother, shoot him" comes the same metallic voice as before. "Don't be daft, pup. Shoot him!" You can pinpoint the voices in the darkness, and you're so close the shot would be easy. What do you do?

Spoiler: Torox and Adler

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"Bloody-handed scion of Sanguinius. Your threats ring hollow - attempt to use your wyrd-power on me and I will cut you down before you can raise your hand." The voice is as devoid of inflection as before, but now it seems you have the marine's full attention. He turns his body and helmet to face you. It is like observing a brazen statue given life through crude machinery. His movements are so slow and deliberate they seem almost inhuman. From behind him, the Dark Angel stirs in the shadows. Even under his hood you can see the markings and implants of a Librarian. His voice has an otherworldly softness to it, as if each word absorbed the sound from around him. "Do not provoke Argus, young blood. He is not known for patience, or mercy." What do you do?

Spoiler: Lokir

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The Watch Captain's laughter through the vox grille is distorted, but you hear an odd timbre in it. [Awareness -20] As quick as it was, it is gone. "Say what you will of the Emperor's Executioners, they never lack humor. Only common sense." Ferran motions before him in a sweeping gesture. "This way, oh great burner of grox." He leads you through a twisting maze of passages, and eventually reaches a threshold. "Find your companions within. I will go no further." What do you do?

[Malak'ai]

Spoiler: Toxic, Kel'dir and maybe Lokir, though Maraziel wouldn't know that

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Unsure of which one to shoot, Maraziel see's no other choice. He flips the little switch on the side of his pistol from single shot to semi-auto and cries out, "KEL'DIR! GET IN HERE NOW!" before pulling the trigger, moving the muzzle from one target to the next between bolts, all the while praying to the Emperor that this is the right decision.

Spoiler: Shots!

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Bolt Pistol: (1d100)[61] Target: 52 (BS 52, +10 Easy, +10 Short Range, -20 Shooting Into Melee) (Unless within 2 meters then it would be 72 due to Point Blank)

Damage: (1d10+11)[20] (1d10+9 normal, +2 Mighty Shot)

[Jyssika]

Spoiler: Torox and Adler

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Dumbfounded--he had threatened to scorch him with a thought and the Minotaur spoke of hand gestures? Truly this brute knew nothing of Psykers.
"Deluded cretin why would I even need to raise hand? Consider thinking before speaking--if you are even capable of such things."

The Flesh Tearer turns his glance to the Librarian--straightening up a little out of gorilla like stance he usually held: he smirked a truly vicious smile--musing on what the Templar must be thinking--before addressing the Librarian.
"And what have we here? Another Dark Angel who has spent a century brooding within their fortress with the audacity to call another young? It would seem the Minotaur's intellect has rubbed off on you. Perhaps you could... explain to him... slowly... that he has... to leave... the fighting cage... because... we want... to use it."

His face was now deadpan. He realized he was playing with fire but their job was to shake the nest and see what fell out.

[Toxic Mind]

Spoiler: Kel'dir and Maraziel

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Maraziel fires, and there is an explosion of light and sound. Though he attempts to split his shots, he only succeeds in sending one at his target, and the rest into empty space. With startling suddenness, the lights glare on. In front of you are two Astartes in combat armor. The first, an Iron Hands Techmarine,
looks at you much as if appraising a new artifact. He barks a command in binary, and the battle servitors instantly become still. The second, without his helmet, looks at you, then down to the small hole in his chest where the bolt round has breached his armor. "Splitting your shots was unwise, pup. You'd have had a much better chance if you focused on a single target." There is no blood leaking from the hole, and he shows no signs of discomfort, or indeed ill-will at having been shot. "Why do you think he picked you, Xerril?" he asks the other. "Perhaps he smelled your foul stench and assumed you to be a servant of the dark powers." replies the Iron Hand Xerril, as though you were not present at all. So far, other than a brief admonishment, they seem to be ignoring you, and fall to a squabble about the difficulties of repairing a plasma-damaged servitor. What do you do?

Spoiler: Torox and Adler

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"Insults will get you nowhere, and it is no surprise you have been deemed unfit given your attitude towards your superiors," says the Dark Angel Librarian. The Minotaur, on the other hand, barely seems to register your insult at all, instead turning back to the ongoing match in the cage as though he has decided paying attention to you isn't worth his time. "As you can see," the Librarian continues "my Brothers are using it. You can wait you turn, or go elsewhere and punch some walls to alleviate your anger."

Spoiler: Lokir

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You hear the sharp report of a bolt pistol from up ahead. Remarkably, Ferran barely reacts at all, though you're certain he must have heard it. What do you do?

[Revanus]

Spoiler: Lokir

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”You speak as though you have known a Fenrisian or two, but not Fenris proper. On Fenris, common sense is deadly.”

Lokir places his large platter on the floor. His dipole chainsword hardly moves as he straightens up.
“I’m sure that’s just weapons testing, aye?”

With that, Lokir swiftly moves to enter the forge—eyes, ears, and nose all on edge.

[Malak'ai]

Spoiler: Toxic & Kel'dir

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"I know I had less chance by splitting my fire Forgemaster, but without clearly knowing who my foe was I thought it prudent to attempt to disable both of you so as to end the confrontation all the quicker." Maraziel repiles, lowering his pistol as the two senior officers start arguing again.

[Jyssika]

Spoiler: Torox and Adler

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Torox begins to laugh--a sickly horse rasping.
"Superiors?"

He looks around dramatically.
"There are none such here or are you so deluded to believe your inflated ego inflates your rank?"

He removes his knife and tosses it onto the floor in front of the librarian.
"Fight me or get out of my way you pompous fool. I will beat any of you and when I do your Brothers will have learned an important lesson and they can observe as two real warriors fight."

[TheNotoriousSMP]

Spoiler: Maraziel and Toxic

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Kel'dir nodded to Maraziel, following him into the room to find a pair of astartes locked in combat, a few smaller figures around them. Unfortunately events moved at a rapid pace, too quick for him to draw his weapon and aid the Dark Angel in shooting the astartes taking the Forgemaster hostage.

Fortunately the situation seemed to resolve itself after the shots were fired, and Kel'dir resolved to move faster in the future. "I hope that this sort of thing is not typical in the Forges," the Salamander commented, looking between the other techmarines as he took a few steps forward. Seeing his fellow techmarines he greeted them in techna-lingua, to him a more civilized method than using either high or low gothic.

[Malak'ai]

Spoiler: Toxic, Kel'dir and possibly Lokir

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Noticing that the Salamander had followed him into the forge but had just been caught unawares, Maraziel nodded to him. Then slowly approaching the two senior techmarines he glances down at the hole in the Iron Priests armour, trying to assertain if he had actually taken any damage. "I apologise if I injured you Forge Master. Would you like for me to send for an apothecary to tend any wounds?"

Spoiler: Rolls

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Awareness (Sight) = (1d100)[53] Target: 63 (43 base + 10 Heightened Senses, +10 Helmet)

[rs2excelsior]

Spoiler: Torox and Adler

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Adler is prepared to wait for the other marines to finish before getting a chance to redeem himself for his poor performance from earlier, but simply crosses his arms and watches at the Flesh Tearer promptly challenges the other Librarian to a fight. It seems he isn't the only one capable of getting under the other marine's skin, after all. Rather than contributing to the brewing fight, Adler steps back and watches the reactions of the others, trying to see what he can gauge from them. They are here to catch a traitor, after all. Perhaps if one of these marines is acting oddly when pressured that could give them a lead to go off of.

Spoiler: OOC

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I'm not sure if/what I would need to roll for this, let me know and I'll roll it on the OOC thread.

[Toxic Mind]

Spoiler: Kel'dir and Maraziel and Lokir

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"It is barely a flesh wound." says the Forgemaster. "My mood is spoiled Xerril." he continues, somewhat petulantly. It is at this point that Lokir bursts in, seeing Maraziel, pistol still hot, pointed at the chest of what is clearly an Iron Priest. The Iron Priest looks at the newcomer, and raises a single eyebrow, while smoothing the braids of his woven beard. Xerril, the Iron Hands, turns to Keldir, speaking a short greeting in Techno-Lingua, which contained his place of training [Mars], his designation [Forgemaster], Chapter [Iron Hands], and current disposition [Annoyed]. What do you do?

Spoiler: Torox and Adler

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The Librarian smiles, and it is cruel indeed. "A challenge has been issued. Brother Argus, I believe the first insult was directed at you, and thusly it falls first to you to accept the challenge." The Minotaur hefts his Storm Shield and Spear. As soon as the words were spoken, the two in the ring ceased their fight, bowed to one another, and left the ring. The Minotaur jumps into the ring, landing heavily. "Flesh carries weight." he says deeply, and gestures across the ring with his spear. What do you do?

[Jyssika]

Spoiler: Torox and Adler

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Before the Minotaur had even hit the ground Torox had began his run up towards the ring: landing across from him with a heavy dull clang, chainsword and forcesword drawn and continuing the run forward in a mighty charge.
"Tear the Flesh!"

Despite the clear barbarism of Torox he is using his Chainsword to strike and holding his Forcesword in a defensive parry grip.

Spoiler: OOC & Rolls

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(1d100)[10] 65 Weapon Skill +10 Charge
If hits and isn't parried.
(3d10)[8][8][4](20) Best roll +9 Pen 3 (Tearing + Flesh Tearer)

17 Damage Pen 3 to the Head.

[Revanus]

Spoiler: Lokir and Co.

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Lokir’s gaze spans from the Dark Angel and his pistol to the intended target. Lokir is relieved to see that the marine in Maraziel’s sights is not his fellow Space Wolf, but only slightly.

”Is this how the Deathwatch tests the quality of armor? Such methods are not unknown on Fenris—Greyweaver has clearly shared much wisdom here.”

Lokir casually raises his bolter to point in the general direction of Maraziel’s target. His tone is light, but his eyes are sharp and alert.

[Malak'ai]

Spoiler: Toxic, Kel'dir and Lokir

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Reaching out and placing his hand on the top of Lokir's bolter, putting slow pressure on the weapon as an indication that the Space Wolf should lower it, Maraziel keeps his eyes on the two Masters of the Forge.
"I agree that what has transpired is some kind of test Brother Lokir, though I do not believe it was the integrety of his armour that Master Greyweaver was intending to be graded. What the true reason for their scuffle is beyond my ken, but I'm sure they will deem to illuminate us as soon as they can spare a few moments out of their arguements."

[Toxic Mind]

Spoiler: Adler and Torox

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The Minotaur raises his shield, and with a flare of power, the blow's force is negated by the field around it. With an almost contemptuous flick, he smashes the sword aside and brings his shoulder crashing into Torox with incredible force. Torox braces for the hit, but it barely matters. The Minotaur sends him flying backwards, and for a brief moment his boots leave the ground before he smashes heavily onto the ground. Torox tastes blood as his face smashes against the front of his helmet. "Yield. You are bested." Comes the deep voice.
[Torox is Prone and has 1 Level of Fatigue]

Spoiler: Kel'dir and Maraziel and Lokir

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"Put your weapons away, pups." the Space Wolf raises his hand and waves it downward. "I wanted to see what you would do when faced with the stress of a real combat situation and ya didn't disappoint, at least. Ya took action - that counts for a great deal." He finally turns to face the three of you. "I am Harl Greyweaver, Forgemaster of Erioch. This is Xerill, Forgemaster of Watch Stations Gamma - the Outer Reach Cluster." He gestures to the Iron Hands during his introduction. "And this" he continues "is Techmarine Karrus, my apprentice." The Techmarine emerges from where he had been taking cover behind an anvil. Karrus speaks for himself - "Greetings, Brothers. What brings you to the Forge?" His Chapter Markings indicate he is of the Black Templars, before being seconded to the Deathwatch.