=][=t Takes a Cabal...

[an kobold]

Zekka

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Willpower Test - (d100)[23]
*crosses fingers*

[Voth]

Victor

"ARG! WHAT IN THE NAME OF THE EMPEROR WAS THAT ABOUT!" Victor yells angerly, trying to cope with the sonic blast.

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Will Test:(1d100+10)[100] Fantastic...

[Warpix]

Grim

Grim falls on his back behind the wall the wall and screams out a bit from the sheer loudness of the shrieking of the psycher.

"Ahh! What the Feth?!"

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Will Power Test: 74
Will:30
Epic Fail
Roll is in OOC thread, Pycho's idea is pretty good

[Verruckt]

Septimus' infrasonic cacophony strikes out at all present, staggering gunmen and acolytes alike. Only Zekka and Agnia stand erect, utterly oblivious to the debilitating noise. Zekka's well aimed bullet passes through one killer's knee, taking a good chunk of meat along with it. The man drops his lasgun and clutches his ruined kneecap in agony. Agnia's combat shotgun booms, its sledgehammer slug punching a ragged hole the size of a fist through one gunman's torso. The man falls face forward into a rapidly growing pool of his own blood. Only the two assailants on the catwalk remain unharmed, stunned by the aural barrage.

[psycojester]

Slotting another shell into his shotgun Dariel steps out of cover and fires another shot at the hivers on the catwalk. Still disorientated from Septimus' screaming feedback, his shot goes wide and sparks off the gantry.

Seeing his shot go wide Dariel snarls to himself.
May the immortal Emperor damn all Techpriests and their gadgetry to the Stygian darkness.

[Voth]

Victor

Shaking his head to clear it from the sonic blast that he just suffered, Victor once again focuses on a point deep within himself and attempts to bring forth the fury of the warp.

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I'm pretty sure I'm only stunned for one round. That means I should be free to act now.

Rolls! Psychic Test: (1d10+4)[8]
It goes off.

[an kobold]

Zekka

Ignoring the outburst of noise entirely, Zekka grins as the man falls to his knees in pain and turns her attention to the central figure still standing on the catwalk. Feeling less rushed than she did before, the feral takes her time to get a bead before firing, hitting the man in the body. This was what she was trained for.