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Forum Games and Roleplaying / Re: The Siege of Angazea [8/8] - 'Ere we go!
« on: February 04, 2015, 03:43:15 pm »
Gant and Viverde------------------
Gant Initiative: 11
Ogryn Initiative: 7+3=10
Viverde Initiative: 6
Tristan is the first to react, blasting the Ogryn with his hellgun. The shot takes off an ear and immolates half of her hair, but doesn't seem to faze her much. [4 Damage]. The Ogryn closes the distance between her and the commissar with two loping strides, swinging her cleaver at him sidelong as she comes.
Ogryn WS roll:89
She misses him entirely, not even scratching him. He retaliates with two point-blank bolt rounds, hitting her in the left foot [6 Damage][8 Damage][RIGHTEOUS FUREH:5] and removing it in a spray of squishy bits.
Diego, Amalia, Amets-------------------------
Diego hastily corrects his aim and fries the fleeing guardsman's foot with with a single beam [4 Damage, 1 Critical]. The man drops to the ground, shrieking "Ah surrender, ah surrender! Please don' kill meh!"
Amalia advances, simultaneously firing at the next man in line and not hitting much of anything, except maybe a ceiling beam somewhere.
Amets hits him pretty square in the back, though, making him squeal like a piggy. There's a slight smell of roasting bacon. [Damage 10-3=7]
Enemy willpower roll: [20 (1 degree), 78, 49]
The presence of an Imperial commissar seems to send the Tamerians into some sort of shock-induced stupor - the one whom Amets shot even drops to the floor, assuming a fetal position. You hear a faint "We dun frakked up now..." from him, and then he becomes still as if thinking your vision is based on movement.
The only one of them who retains some sort of dignity, insofar as they have any, is a Ratling with a ridiculous set of sideburns. He addresses you as he drops his pistol to the floor and raises his hands.
"Yer pardon, commissar, sah. Me an' the boys were jus' following orders."
There doesn't appear to be one in the immediate vicinity. You could try to force one of the lockers, probably.
Father Emil? It's... I... I have a confession to make, if you can spare a minute of your time. My conscience weighs heavy on my shoulders.
In what book he's found that phrase, Emperor only knows.
Gant Initiative: 11
Ogryn Initiative: 7+3=10
Viverde Initiative: 6
Tristan is the first to react, blasting the Ogryn with his hellgun. The shot takes off an ear and immolates half of her hair, but doesn't seem to faze her much. [4 Damage]. The Ogryn closes the distance between her and the commissar with two loping strides, swinging her cleaver at him sidelong as she comes.
Ogryn WS roll:89
She misses him entirely, not even scratching him. He retaliates with two point-blank bolt rounds, hitting her in the left foot [6 Damage][8 Damage][RIGHTEOUS FUREH:5] and removing it in a spray of squishy bits.
Diego, Amalia, Amets-------------------------
Diego hastily corrects his aim and fries the fleeing guardsman's foot with with a single beam [4 Damage, 1 Critical]. The man drops to the ground, shrieking "Ah surrender, ah surrender! Please don' kill meh!"
Amalia advances, simultaneously firing at the next man in line and not hitting much of anything, except maybe a ceiling beam somewhere.
Amets hits him pretty square in the back, though, making him squeal like a piggy. There's a slight smell of roasting bacon. [Damage 10-3=7]
Bartolomeu is rather understandably pissed off at the situation and offers the Tamerians two options: stop and live or keep running and die. "Anyone who does not want to be killed, stop right now!" he roars with his commissariat-standard commanding/threatening voice. Of course, executing them means actually getting some good shots at them first.Intimidate roll: 29 against a target of 28+20=48 (2 degrees)
Keep running after them.
Enemy willpower roll: [20 (1 degree), 78, 49]
The presence of an Imperial commissar seems to send the Tamerians into some sort of shock-induced stupor - the one whom Amets shot even drops to the floor, assuming a fetal position. You hear a faint "We dun frakked up now..." from him, and then he becomes still as if thinking your vision is based on movement.
The only one of them who retains some sort of dignity, insofar as they have any, is a Ratling with a ridiculous set of sideburns. He addresses you as he drops his pistol to the floor and raises his hands.
"Yer pardon, commissar, sah. Me an' the boys were jus' following orders."
Look around for a firearm.Awareness:14, target of 13
There doesn't appear to be one in the immediate vicinity. You could try to force one of the lockers, probably.
Emil wakes up and pokes his head outside the tent to take a look around.There's a trooper milling about outside, and no sign of your platoon. Straining your memory briefly, you recognize the man as Trooper Picano, a man whose faith is matched only by his complete lack of a spine.
Father Emil? It's... I... I have a confession to make, if you can spare a minute of your time. My conscience weighs heavy on my shoulders.
In what book he's found that phrase, Emperor only knows.