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Ask them about there attackers 6
 
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Try to recruit them? 6

"Members of the Empire, this is Brother Captain Urist of the Axes of Longing, We are the Emperor's Angels of death, we serve the true emperor of mankind who sits upon his golden throne.
Accept his light into your hearts and repent of your misgivings and we will assist you with these new nuisances just as we have dealt with these rouge servitors who call them self the Borg.
Refuse and we shall show you the might of the Imperium of Man!" you roar down the coms.

"This is Grand Moff Trosco of the Imperial Star Serpent Destroyer i must thank you for your timely assistance with this borg
But you ask alot of us to abandon our post and forsake our oaths of allegiance to the Emperor and Senate."

"I know that you have been lost for so long brothers, that is why it seems so hard, the light it blinding to you in darkness.
Let me send over a detachment from the Ecclesiarchy, i know that it will take time for your men to understand.."
You follow the script from codex astartes and after a half hour, Grand Moff Trosco agrees to allow your missionary's aboard in return for your help repairs.

This mean that the salvageing for the borg cube will be delayed for awhile...

As part of what Grand Moff Trosco called a diplomatic exchange, you are hosting to a party of the "Empires" Imperial officers including the Grand Moff in return for allowing the missionary's aboard her ship.

You have the chapter's main hall cleaned and dress up, as welcoming party from the Guard, Navy and Sisters of the Crimson Rose is readied.

The first thing you see a four rows of men in white plasteel armour with lasguns in hand, it reminders you of a skeleton.
Next the officers dismount, in there simple grey double-breasted dress tunic's and plain trousers, there shockingly under dressed for the occasion, even thereblack boots and glove are plain, belts with simple flat buckles, there's not one skull or eagle, the only color is from a rank insignia plaque.


Even Grand Moff Trosco is dressed plainly, her tunic's the same as the other but in white with gold epaulets.

The newly appointed Canoness Preceptor Essolis of Sisters of the Crimson Rose, blushes when your guests note that her formal armour has gold skulls shoulder pads, skull shaped breast cups and a dress belt is made for gold skulls.

"Greeting I am, Brother Captain Urist of the Axes of Longing, you must be Grand Moff Trosco?
This is Canoness Essolis, Lieutenant General Coldsmith 2th Tallarax Artillery and our navy detachment, Squadron Lieutenant's Dyreson and d'Arquebus.
Now if you'd come with me the chapter serfs have a dinner ready for us all."

Your white fur cloak trails on the floor as you take them in to chapters main hall, a feast is laid out on the grand oak table.

Plied with fine food and drink your able to loosen there lips and soon find out a lot about there attackers.
There the Rebel Alliance, a mix of traitors, criminals and other scum that operate with a host of foul aliens against there emperor.

".. just the idea of humans working so closely with aliens fills me disgust, humanity was meant to be the only master of the stars.
"As it does me but the Senate, there numbers.. It's all we can do force them in to chains." Grand Moff Trosco rambles
"Such democracy is weak, humanity need a strong leader, one bring us all together under one banner, so we can take our destiny.."   
"It was worse be for he Emperor our came to power, aliens in government, the Imperial Senate blocking him from do what is right.."

You drink long in to the night, planting the seed of rhetoric in there minds.
Before they depart Grand Moff Trosco has a few private words with you.
"We are with you, if you speak the the truth about your emperor and empire.
I'm sure i can get the others around our way of thinking, just give me a awhile" she says with a smile on her lips.

As the Imperial officers depart in the shuttle, your work crews shifts from there star destroyer to the borg's cube ship.

The crews start work and suddenly the power reading spike in to life, the cube raises its shields trapping the work-crews in side.
Before it disappears in flash, headed deep in to space...


1: Purse them!
2: Contact Star fleet?
3: Begin the hunt for the rebel base?

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Quote from: NRDL on September 15, 2018, 05:49:06 pm

Quote from: Shadowclaw777 on September 15, 2018, 03:27:34 pm

Kneecap in the groin to try and get some room and try to forcefully wrestle out of his grasp and than start swinging your lead pipe at his shoulders and facial regions

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Armor for an army? And when we need it most? I am skeptical, but, If she can, making them all look like Ice Maidens will create enough shock and awe that we might have a chance to seriously catch them off guard.

Dice rolls
spells
raise dead 6x6, 23
Assume illusionary appearance 3

Attack 4
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"Some armour for an army, on the day we need an army.
Take the armour, it's your now, if this army comes.

One other thing, You could make them look like Ice Maidens right? i've seen you do that trick before."

"All ready i must work with the dangerous and terrible spells
And now you want me to do for an army what i've only do for my self, i'll try."

Iewaelle walks a few steps away from you and lays out an arrangement of odditys, a human skull, rubies, dice and a dagger.

You hear her start to chant once again, in that twisted black tongue that burns your ears and echoes in your mind in revulsion at the sounds of it.

"It's it done, now do you hear it? the pound of the thunder from the stars.
Now my dead men walk once more.

It should of been dark when Iewaelle's army arrives, but but there only endless cold sun in this land.
Pale men stagger wordlessly, withered legs driveing them on, under a ragged raven banner.
There dead men that walk once more, there war gear covered in an age of rust and decay.
Each ones eyes burn with a corrupted thirst for blood and vengeance.

The leaders cracked lips open "Sorceress, We a wait your command." the long dead man knees in fealty.
"Ayioness the Corpsemaker!  it's good to see you walk once more, ignore the stars changeing, Our plan remains the same, we must storm crystal mountain again."

The great crystal mountain's battlements are higher then ay you have seen before and crewed by two dozen soldiers.
But the attackers are dead men, they know not fear of death, for what is death to one that has returned?
The sling bullets and arrow of the defenders are numerous and against  any liveing force they would be, but a corpse army marches on as if there rain.

At the base of the wall you shoot back with arrow, crossbow bolts and flashing arcs of lighting at the battlements.
Slowly the dead climb and on to the battlements, out numbered five to one there relentless, dry throats laugh in enjoy at there own bloody slaughter. 

A rope hangs from the battlement, time to enter the crystal mountain.

(A little to short but i'm away this weekend and don't want to leave it to long)
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Quote from: NRDL on September 12, 2018, 12:43:53 am

Quote from: MonkeyMarkMario on September 11, 2018, 09:20:57 pm

Make a note to improve knife throwing skills between missions.

Smash the hooded figure in the head with our lead pipe.

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+1 an draw our MAC-11, if there others we need to deal with them.

Then have our clone go hunting, and make a more detailed map of the area directly around our base.

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and make some more clones

Dammed necromancers

Well, weighing the two choices, one is more likely to leave us dead before we reach there, and since We didn’t plan for a long way around, option, we don’t have extra food supplies to stretch. So, unless someone can make a stag grow out of their backside, and that is not a request, it looks like we are running the gauntlet. (1)

Roll 6 (avoided fighting)

"I don't fancy being out in this cold any longer then we have to be, the glaciers sounds like a long strech.
and we don't have all that much food, unless you can magic up a stag, No that is not a request.
We go thru the caves, run the gauntlet." you finger your sword as you give the order.

It's noon, well as near as this never setting sun gets to noon, when you way is blocked by a split in the ice sheet, a
wide crevasse that runs deep down into darkness.
It's far too wide for you to throw your grapple across and it runs for as far as your eye can see in both ways.

"Well that buggers us haveing a short journey then." Ilerie sighs.

"No, il hold my pack and pass me the rope, i'll cross it." Iewaelle sound confident
"What how?" she asks.
"An ace from my sleeve, you just watch." Iewaelle grins

Iewaelle grins takes several steps back, she rolls her neck, cracks her knuckles and then she runs towards the crevasse an jumps, she hangs in the air for a long moment above the black void.
Then she starts to rise, pushed along by an unseen hand.
She lands with a thud and digs the grapple in to the ice.
You cross the rope to find Iewaelle grins in the snow and drenched in sweat while she gasps for breath.

"What else are you hideing?"  asks Iewaelle grins as she helps her up.
"Now i can't give you all my secrets, can i?..." the sly smile of hidden secrets crosses her face.

It must be days later when you finally see the first signs of people, the bare bones of a dog, with cut marks.

The ice changes,it rises and cracks in to jagged serac's, columns of ice rise above you.
You see no more signs of people until they want you to.

As you round a tight bends, they stand before, a dozen of infamous Ice Maidens.
The maidens are pale with hair white as snow, all are tall and broad.
Dressed in scales of ivory and holding caved ivory maces, there leader smiles at you, her teeth shaped fangs and eye hungry like a wolf.

These a shout from Iewaelle, no words but flames.
The roaring blast scorches your shoulder and scatters the maidens in panic.

"Why did you do that? attack them like that.
Now there after our head!" Æstrid shout at Iewaelle, shakeing the Sorceress by her shoulders.

"To buy us time! We need to run now! Get out of this maize before We're EATEN in it!" she shouts back at her.
As you start to hear whistles the distance.
But then your journey is quiet, too quiet there hiding from you, there eyes are always some where in the distance, watching waiting.

It start small like a tree but slowly it rises, the great crystal mountain, a jagged blue spike that stabs in to the sky.
A great twisting ring of battlement has been cut in to the ice makeing, it glint in the endless sun.
You can see ragged banners and tiny men on the distant battlements.

"Brilliant, now how in the seven hell's  do we get in that?
It'd take an army to storm  it?" Æstrid asks as Iewaelle gins

"You have a plan don't you? well what is?" you ask Iewaelle.
The Sorceress  grins "I can call them, the army the dead but i want something." she taps her shoulder and skeletal spider twitch.
"I want to keep this in return, do we have a deal?"

Agree  to the deal?
Any other plan ideas?

(Note that Iewaelle's spell list has partial been added, that not all she can do and it open to creative uses)

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Let's go down the really scary west corridor.

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