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The third Thug, shocked to see his friend bleeding heavily from his arm, runs behind the pillar to his left (the top right one on the image) and snaps off a shot at Kiern who is hiding behind the nearby stall, the bullet flying wide.

[GM's note; End of the Round, this is where we stand



And on we go! Round 2 begin, edit: derpy derp derp Kiern is the one I was going for]

Squeezing the trigger gently to maintain focus on thug 3 even while the thug is shooting in his direction, Kiern sends a blast of rounds hurtling at the man as he ducks behind the column.
As the rounds start flying, Kiern blinks his eyes as the last round crashes against the stone, sending shards flying off. He did however notice as two rounds caught the thug, a round deflecting off of the leg armor, and a second round catching him high in the arm and sending out a small spurt of blood.

Disappointed that the man is still standing, but pleased to have drawn blood, Kiern yells in his direction, "Throw down your arms or I'll blast you out with a boom-rock ya nit."

Ducking back into full cover Kiern readies himself to pop up again and smoke whoever is visible.

 motyak wrote:
The second thug, his body in agony from the slug buried in the flesh of his arm, blood pouring from the grievous wound, found his eyes drawn to the roaring preacher who was brandishing a pistol at him. He raised the stub revolver in his hand and snapped off two shots at the man who had shot him, one of them slamming into the cleric's right arm, a spray of blood shooting from the wound.

Spoiler:

First shot missed (nearly jammed), second hit, did 13 damage to Legius' right arm, -3 for TB, -3 for flak jacket, so 7 wounds all up. Gulp. I'm kinda hoping you did kill him

Motyak, my apologies for posting out of order, but you can't do 2 standard attacks in a turn.

[GM's note; Each square is a metre. It is a little off, but his combat shouldn't be much longer, and I'll work out a better one for the next encounter, sorry. Thanks to Jack for the idea of a grid.]

Gaius rummages through his bag for one of the grenades he brought along, and throws it at the shooters.

Again, my apologies for posting out of order, but NimbleJack, could you tell us the damage?

(Double Post)

The blast of shrapnel goes off low, heading for the gunman's legs.


It hits, scything his legs out from under him and leaving him to bleed to death.

[GMs Note; First Blood to Jack! Thug 2 is dooown]

Thug 1 takes aim at Silvanus before cracking a shot off, the round flying past Silvanus' head and off into the distance.

Seeing his target drop, Legius moves into cover behind Wolfe and draws his sword, switching his pistol into his off hand as he prepares to bring his wrath down on those who stand before him.

(Half action into cover, half action to draw the sword)

Wolfe moves ahead 3m (half action) towards Thug 1, and shotguns Thug 1 (half action)

I'm pretty sure I'm at point-blank, but correct me if i'm wrong, motyak.

30 to hit, success with 4 degrees, that's 3 hits (the shotgun is scatter). Reversed is 3- I think that's a headshot, but I'm not sure.
1st hit-5+4=9 dmg.
2nd hit-8+4=12 dmg
3rd hit-9+4= 13 dmg
Unless I'm really not at point-blank, I think Thug 1 is dead.
Also, if I remember my DH crits correctly, Thug 3 now has to make a Willpower test to not run away, given how brutally Thug 1 got killed.

[GM's note; I'm just letting the thugs die as they lose their wounds, I don't think they need the level of detail that you and important enemies will have in terms of wounds taken. But I liked your idea, sadly Thug 3 seems to have serious guts. He passed his test.

Here is a revised initiative list.

Kiern - 13
Gaius - 11
Legius - 9
Wolfe - 7
Silvanus - 7
Varn - 6
Ailessa - 4
Thug 3 - 3]

[ooc: Bump . Should I post, since I've been waiting for a certain other player for a while now...]

[ooc: go on with out me for a bit, as i'm away from Base-plate]

[GM's note; We will proceed, just skip Varn's go, I'll play for him in a very passive sense and see if that works. Sorry for the long waits, I understand your issues red. Can't wait to have you back on board. So next up will be Ailessa]

Ailessa attempted to take out the wounded thug so her companions could fire at the rest, and took careful aim before putting the necessary pressure on the trigger and releasing the near-silent wrath of her revolver.

Blood fountaining from the terrible wound, the last thug falls dead to the ground, the stub revolver slipping from his dead hand. Kiern's sharp ears pick up the sound of sirens tearing through the sudden quiet, only a few minutes away. The cherub returns to the party, its protocols registering that it was in no immediate danger now. It began to urge them to follow it again away from the scene of the crime, and on towards their goal

[GM's note; Normally I would, but he's dead as a doornail, so there is no real point this time. Kiern was the only one to pass his awareness test to hear the sirens. They were going to show up at the end of round 5. Its now up to you guys if you try and loot the bodies before the enforcers get there, or just leg it with the cherub. There is probably time to quickly riffle over one or two bodies (Perception test, degrees of success will determine just what you find), if you want a more in depth look you are more likely to get caught. You can just pick up the weapons they dropped without a test though.

Now we return to the cycle of me updating it about once a day, post as you please, Varn will be following dumbly along, I'll still post for him, but he won't be doing anything game changing, else that'd be cheating.]

Upon realization that the third thug has dropped, Kiern will call out to the others,
"Time to get movin', I can hear the local law on it's way in".

This is stated while he makes his way quickly to the nearest corpse (thug 3), snatching up the gun and any obvious ammo. He quickly pats down the still warm body, taking an extra moment on any pockets or blatantly over padded or double seamed clothing. To anyone observing, it appears that Kiern is rolling the dead guy with the expert skill of someone who has lived their life as a scavenger, patting down and checking areas most unceremoniously.



Kiern tucks a few things into various pockets, and slips the stubber into his belt at the back. Stands up and makes his way over toward the cherub.
"C'mon, let's get movin'."

He also pops the clip out of his autogun and replaces the 6 rounds fired off before returning the clip to the gun.

[GM's note; Kiern, you found a knife, a stub revolver and 11 rounds. Your 2 degrees of success let you see this as well.]

While he was riffling through the clothes of the dead thug, Kiern found the flame tattoo repeated on their now bared chests. The flame over his heart is different however, it incorporates a black crow's eye into its design.

".......The Crow king's eyes......?" Kiern mutters under his breath.

He'll keep this information to himself for now, he wants to get away from the scene before the local officials show up.

Gaius cautiously emerges from his cover, zipping his bag back up.
"Th-the arbites? We n-need to go!"
He trots after the cherub, making sure that both their paths lead away from the sirens.

[GM's note; I'll give you guys another day, so those who haven't posted or checked in a bit can have a go at looting and then tomorrow evening I'll push it on.]

I'm not going to loot, nor do I have anything to really add to the dialogue. This doubles as my OoC indicator, btw

The cherub eventually leads you out of the crowded streets and into an imposing walled compound, through doors embossed with the Imperial Eagle. Inside, a functionary shows you into a high-vaulted dark room, your footsteps echoing as you follow him. Some effort has been made to make the chamber comfortable, you notice the cool, refreshing, relatively clean air, as well as the real wooden furniture and beautiful tapestries. Seated at one of the tables, Aristarchus sits at a table, examining the local feeds on his data-slate.

Wearing charcoal grey robes, a small smile pulling at his lean, handsome face, he replaces the ivory cards he was handling prior to your arrival in a wrought silver case, which he returns to his pockets. "Welcome, I am the Seer Aristarchus. I trust the trip passed quickly?" he asks. He stands, skirting the table and offering each of you his hand in greeting, before insisting that you sit with him.

From this close, you can see his curious gold-grey eyes, as well as the sanctioning electoo of the Scholastica Psykana imprinted on his left cheek. You can see that his bag is made of expensive emdar silk, and is decorated with several lead purity symbols. He claps his hands and servitors arrive with refreshments, and request the excess baggage of the party members.

"Once you have all made yourselves comfortable, I will explain the mission further." He says, the little smile still tugging at the corners of his mouth.

Having nothing resembling baggage, Kiern settles himself into a seat, shifting his rear a bit as he sinks gently into the fine cushion. He reaches up and graciously accepts a drink off of the servitor's tray, and grabs a handful of whatever food happens to be around as well. With a swig and a bite he nods appreciatively toward the host.
After an appropriate amount of time to chew and swallow, he ask Aristarchus,
"Would you be up fer a game when and if we've got a moment of leisure later?"
Kiern's eyes and hand gesture toward the pocket with the cards,

Ailessa nods, and sits down. Closing her eyes, she begins to chant a prayer to the Emperor-- no noise, just mouthed words.

Waiting patiently, she extolled the virtues of the Emperor in her mind.

Awed by the presence of actual wooden furnishings and the psyker sitting across the table, Gaius resolved to keep his mouth shut.
He swatted away the hand of the baggage servitor as it dumbly moved to take his duffel and picked the bag up into his lap.

Legius unconsciously makes the sign of the aquila as he breathes a quick prayer of thankfulness that everyone lived to continue their holy mission. Then grabbing a snack and a drink he sat down, uncomfortably shifting. As much as he was around them in the Guard, psykers still made him slightly on edge.