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Postby Warsmith Wolf » Fri Nov 24, 2017 4:07 pm

Zink wrote:"Follow my lead as we battle, Raelanash." A simple command, to re-affirm any suspicions that her companion might have had - though it was clearly evident she was ready, if not eager for combat.
Some may have called Raelanash too eager to slip back into the path of a war-psyker from his duties as a counsellor, and in truth, they would have been correct. For too long had his blade sat idle, clean of impure blood. For too long had he not paid Kaela Mensha Khaine his dues. The prospect of battle sung to him sweetly, and it was a merry tune indeed, reminding him of his days in the Shrine of the Dragon, who even now were the custodians of his battle-mask when he was home on the craftworld. And it was this methodology that he applied here - swift, lethal, and utterly merciless.

In the dawnlight, stormclouds loom.

The warlock swept through the treeline with the grace natural to his kind, each step carefully placed, his Seer ever in front of him. Her lust for battle radiated from her psyche, and he drank deep of its sanguine taste, empowering his own. He looked deep into himself, to the wellspring of his psychic power, and carefully fanned the embers of aggression to bring martial power to the fore. Psychic energy danced at his fingertips, an insistent buzz of power waiting for release, and he relished in the feeling.
Zink wrote:A normal human would not have been able to see it, but Auth could - out of the corner of their vision, piercing the treeline in less than a second, moving closer at astonishing--
From the stormclouds, lightning strikes.

Raelanash burst from the treeline alongside his seer, his witchblade released from its sheath and extended in a flash of crackling psychic lightning that lit the visors of his battle-helm. Power sparked in his free hand, and with an impetuous gesture the battle-psyker brought the power into being.
Zink wrote:The Farseer was upon the Rust-Stalker, Singing Spear raised high as she lashed out - a well aimed blow - seeking to pierce its armored shell and eviscerate it from within.
From the lightning, thunder roars.

A bolt of coruscating energy, imperceptible to the eyes of the ungifted, hurtled towards the Shadowseer and -

- in their mind an amber dragon, born of fire and breathing embers, its eyes aflame with measured ferocity, makes its voice heard.

++STAND FAST++, it thunders. ++YOUR KIN ARE WITH YOU NOW.++

[[Raelanash Emboldens the shadowseer. #4u1 = 0, +3 Forceful for mentally shouting at her = 3.]]
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Postby Fates End » Fri Nov 24, 2017 9:36 pm

There was a twinging in his mind. As Phelan stayed nearby. Listening to the conversation, the Shadowseer, the fight. And now---something else.

Time to fly. The whispers increased. Time to retreat. Your friends have come, but they're not friends of yours.

He shivered as the feeling came over him. Wincing as his mind twinged. With the arrival of---more Aeldari. His presence wasn't required. Best to pull back and go about his duties. If they had need to catch him, they would. And he couldn't outrun them, not specifically. But his position was precarious, and he had no specific wish to be killed by those who didn't and likely wouldn't understand.

With a deft step, he turned and headed back the way he'd originally come. Letting them fight as he made his way back towards the small bicycle he'd ridden here. His movements were careful, almost utterly silent and entirely unhurried. Focusing more on getting out quietly than specifically running away from the much faster Aeldari.

It would be quite a walk to the edge of the forest and his bike. But at least he'd started it.
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Postby blinddeadmcjones » Fri Dec 01, 2017 7:07 am

the speed of auths reflexive strike seemed to catch ezri off-guard, her form rippling and recoiling slightly as the oscillating blade fingers found their mark and sunk into her exiting out the other side with sickening ease, the xenos tilted her head to one side as if regarding her own demise with mere curiosity, at least it appeared that way though in reality, the ruststalker had struck a mere afterimage, one that shattered like a mirror into thousands of multicoloured shards, the harlequins laugh appearing to echo across multiple sensory planes as auth was left exposed and open to counterattack.

as Arremae struck with her spear, ezri attacked again as she corkscrewed through the air, emboldened by Raelanash'es shout. her mistave huming with otherworldy energies focused into it by the xeno's mind before she brought the weapon down on auths head and darted off, sending a salvo of hallucinogen grenades flying in all directions as she homed in on her next target

[[ Alric2703: another misave strike agains auth, aiming for his head
Alric2703 rolls 4u1 = 0 +2 quick = 2
Alric2703: firing off halucinogen grenades
Alric2703 rolls 4u1 = 2 +3 flashy = 5]]

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Postby Techpriest Dave » Fri Dec 01, 2017 5:30 pm

blinddeadmcjones wrote:as Arremae struck with her spear, ezri attacked again as she corkscrewed through the air, emboldened by Raelanash'es shout. her mistave huming with otherworldy energies focused into it by the xeno's mind before she brought the weapon down on auths head and darted off, sending a salvo of hallucinogen grenades flying in all directions as she homed in on her next target

[[ Alric2703: another misave strike agains auth, aiming for his head
Alric2703 rolls 4u1 = 0 +2 quick = 2
Alric2703: firing off halucinogen grenades
Alric2703 rolls 4u1 = 2 +3 flashy = 5]]


((4u1+ 3(forcefull)= 2 to block the staff with a blade))
Auth knew the shadowseer wasn't dead, it's kin never die right. With machine precision Auth turned away the mist stave with his right blade, sending nerve numbing vibrations down its length.
((Make a roll with something to keep the staff in hand. Or don't, your discretion blind.))

Then the shadowseer launched some sort of gassious grenade. Had he no rebreather, from his guess he'd choke to death on whatever xenos toxin it held. Maybe it was-
((I'm guessing the blow to the head was meant to shatter the lenses and expose Auth to the gas. Clever clever blind, you do harlequins justice.))

Zink wrote:A normal human would not have been able to see it, but Auth could - out of the corner of their vision, piercing the treeline in less than a second, moving closer at astonishing--

The Farseer was upon the Rust-Stalker, Singing Spear raised high as she lashed out - a well aimed blow - seeking to pierce its armored shell and eviscerate it from within.
[[Rolled a 4u1 = 4 + 3 (Careful)= 7
Either that or +1 for forceful, but I supposed that she was focusing down Auth as she charged. Take it as you will, Dave]]


((Generally you use forceful or quick for melee stuff, but I'm going to that that hit so long as you don't mind a bit of dickery in return ;) ))

Auth caught the blur, and as he guessed another eldar witch. His internal omnispex calculated its tragectory and angle to mathematical perfection, the blade it wealded would impact his abdomen, and as luck would have it an area with little vital workings. It would still hurt however. But it would be a fair trade.

((4u1 +3 (forceful) = 6 to stick the chord claw into the farseer.))

The moment he felt the blade enter his abdomen, he shot his clawed hand out at the farseer, the claws buzzing angrily.
The hum of the blades the sicarian wields reaches a crescendo of headache proportions, each resonating a tune that grated the ears and turned the stomach.

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Postby blinddeadmcjones » Sun Dec 03, 2017 9:30 pm

[[um...dave, I don't want to be that guy but you can't really block a force weapon unless you have a power or force weapon yourself, especially one that crushes armour and messes with someones head fear and loathing style even if it lands a glancing blow.

nor can you shrug off a hit from a force weapon either, especially when it goes into your gut, force weapons literally channel the warp through them afterall if you get hit by one your soul gets set on fire]]

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Postby Techpriest Dave » Sun Dec 03, 2017 9:50 pm

[[Its to make things a bit more fair at the moment. Rule of cool and all that. If I had been 100% accurate with Auth, he'd've lunged at the ranger and cut her to ribbons without any words.
If every successful hit ended with "you explode from the inside out" then no fight would really be fair. Same with blocking stuff.
Besides, Auth is damn near 80% machine he won't be feeling every hit right away like a normal person. He won't be just shrugging the hit off if you're worried about that. Trust me.]]

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Postby blinddeadmcjones » Sun Dec 03, 2017 10:01 pm

[[being 80% machine doesn't really matter where force weapons are concerned, it's like completing an electrical circuit, only it's to the warp instead the only beings that wouldn't be effected are those with pariah gene because they are literally soulless, there is also the point that zink rolled a 7 and rustsalkers aren't really built to tank hits dude,

also, ruststalkers are fast but they aren't keep up with an eldar fast, but i digress]]

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Postby Warsmith Wolf » Tue Dec 05, 2017 10:52 pm

Aetheric energies crackled in Raelanash's open hand, the warlock performing a series of rapid and complex gestures to form what appeared to be a hexagonal formation of runes in the air, gently rotating. Setting the runes into a full spin with a twirl of his finger, he -

[[Protect on Arremae. #4U1 = -3, +2 Quick = -1.]]

- wasn't fast enough.
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Postby Zink » Wed Dec 06, 2017 9:44 pm

Techpriest Dave wrote:Auth caught the blur, and as he guessed another eldar witch. His internal omnispex calculated its tragectory and angle to mathematical perfection, the blade it wealded would impact his abdomen, and as luck would have it an area with little vital workings. It would still hurt however. But it would be a fair trade.

((4u1 +3 (forceful) = 6 to stick the chord claw into the farseer.))

The moment he felt the blade enter his abdomen, he shot his clawed hand out at the farseer, the claws buzzing angrily.
The hum of the blades the sicarian wields reaches a crescendo of headache proportions, each resonating a tune that grated the ears and turned the stomach.

((4u1 +2 (quick) = -1 to maneuver around the chordclaw, failed))
The Singing Spear pierced through the Rust-stalker's metal shell like a hot-knife through flesh - the armor curling and vaporizing under the pure psychic energies that coursed within - easily cleaving into the finer workings of the Skitarius' chassis. Beneath her ghosthelm, the Farseer's brow cursed, and within the mere second these events took place, the clarity of the situation dawned on her. The lack of defense from the Rust-stalker was apparent, the slow, lethargic motions of the Mon'keigh telegraphing his attack - a bladed gauntlet posed to strike at her chest. But she had committed far too much into the strike - the distance between her and the machine too close - her momentum carrying her towards the blades, which began to laboriously leave their sheathe, propelled by some inner mechanism. The sound was deafening, for a moment, grating against Arremae's mind as she pushed the sensation down.

Little could be done to dodge the strike, a forgone conclusion when she entered the battle - just one of the possibilities that danced across her vision - but her armor remained. The runes upon the armor, always giving away a subtle glow, writhed as the Chordclaw came within inches of her waist - dancing and shifting as the psychic energy, which pooled within the very wraithbone lattice, came to life. While the reaction was quick, the action itself certainly was not, a prediction that came into play the moment she divined her course of action - the runes were already cast, and with an alarming sense of care in their intricacies - reacting by instinct, rather than command.

A Psychic shield, invisible to the eye, stretched over the Chordclaw's area of impact, ready to deflect it at a moments notice-
((Rolled 4U1 for a 0, +3 (Careful, described above), meaning it's a very, very minor alleviation to the 6 - still penetrates, but for less than intended, I suppose.))
-But the killing implement was fast and razor sharp, and its harmonic melody granted penetration beyond that of what the force shield - in such a brief time of activation - could muster. It pierced through the psychic protection, with minor damage to the blades, and slipped into the wraithbone - which gave way, too, under the resonance of the knives. Momentum was lost, but enough of the blades pierced the Aeldari's form - sending rolling waves of pain as flesh was rent and torn by the claws, becoming firmly lodged in her chest. The Farseer surpressed the urge to scream in agony, nerves shutting themselves off with little more than a conscious command, leaving only the dull imprint of the sensation behind - suppressed for as long as able.

Pain is temporary.

The Mon'Keigh, in undergoing their feint, had left themselves open to her strike - a strike which left the singing spear still within his augmented form. As the mere second these events happened dragged to a close, the Farseer moved to retrieve her spear from the Skitarius' chassis - Violently. As her momentum carried herself forward, past the rust-stalker, she lashed the Singing Spear out of the augmented's chest, seeking to do as much damage as possible on exit.

((Rolled 4U1 for a 1, +1 from forceful, which leaves a total of 2 on this strike. Not the best, but the Spear's at least out.))

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Postby LaxKnight » Thu Dec 07, 2017 1:49 am

By the time the Farseer and her companion ran out of the woods the Ranger had her Long Rifle in her hands. She shouldered her rifle, remaining crouched in the woods as her cameleoline coak began to blend with her surroundings, but she did not fire. As much as she wanted to help her kin she would do more harm than good by shooting into the melee. Her sharp eyes did catch the Human to her left. He seemed to have some sort of paper as he scanned it, his attention occupied. This peeked her interest. She had yet to get her hands on a map. He could be useful. She made a light step toward him when a sickening slice made her turn her head. The Farseer moved like a dancer as she pulled out her Singing Spear from the chest of the metal man. Things seemed to be going well for them. He really didn't have a chance against three masters of the Warp.

She was confident that her kin could handle him by themselves so she felt encouraged to pursue her goal: securing the 'noble'. They didn't need her and she felt that after they dealt with the metal man they would be after him next. While she trusted the Shadowseer, she did not trust the intentions of the other two and feared that 'dealing with him' meant something akin to his death. She did not want that to happen. He seemed useful in learning about the galaxy she and the kin of her Craftworld were pulled into after so long in the Warp. If nothing else, he could at least give her the map. While slinging her rifle back on her back, she swiftly but silently approached him. She did not wish to kill him, merely urge them to relocate and make sure he didn't shoot her by grabbing his gun arm. She drew her Shuriken Pistol anyway, just in case.

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Postby Drocol Ritter von Krieg » Thu Dec 07, 2017 2:11 am

Ignoring the battle behind him, focusing on the map. Something grabbed his right arm, he yelped in surprise, “GAH!” and swung his left fist into the perpetrators teeth. But instead, he instantly regretted his retaliation as it met an oddly warm armour plating. He curses in pain, “ARGH, sonova— and upon recognising the person who grabbed him — apologises in advance. “Aheheh... Uh, Sor— Wait a sec, you’re not here to kill me.. Are you?“ He begins to wiggle his arm to free it from her grasp. His map was spread across his lap, all with notable locations, all with shrewd drawings signifying all sorts of things. Most notably a drawing of a shrewd barracks and a courtyard were a title that says: Home Base.

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Postby Techpriest Dave » Sat Dec 09, 2017 11:45 pm

((Rolled 4U1 for a 1, +1 from forceful, which leaves a total of 2 on this strike. Not the best, but the Spear's at least out.))


((4u1+2(quick)= 4 to avoid the attack.))

Auth felt the spear wrench from his gut, and on instinct he lept away from the next blow. His long and slender legs propelled him away from the grouping of eldar.
The sicarian turned and ran into the forest, leg hydrolics hissing like vipers as he ran towards the edge of the clearing.
((4u1+2(quick)= 1 to run away!))

Auth left behind him a trail of oily black fluid that stunk of machine parts and blood. The spear had thankfully missed his more vital areas, but the wound will still be the death of him if he did not retreat quick enough.

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Postby blinddeadmcjones » Fri Dec 22, 2017 2:46 am

"oh come now, you can't leave the stage just yet" ezri cooed at the retreating princeps "where about to reach the best part", using the tree trunk she was sailing towards as a springboard, the harlequin kicked herself away from the tree and pirouetted towards auth, firing off another neurodisruptor shot before suddenly disappearing and reappearing from a different vector

"here comes the crescendo~" she sang as her psychically charged mistave was brought sweeping into the path of auths face, the leering face of the laughing god itself looming into full view of her opponent
[[Alric2232 rolls 4u1+3 = 4]]

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Postby Fates End » Wed Apr 18, 2018 11:52 pm

((After discussing it amongst the still active rpers, it has been decided that the thread will at the very least have a few more posts to conclude, if not continue. For the purposes of the next posts, it is assumed that the Eldar Farseer, Warlock and Shadowseer were able to disable the Mechanicus Servant and make a clean escape into the forest to pursue their own goals, undiscovered by the Imperium forces. ))

A good half an hour or so had passed since Phelan had last seen any sign of the frenetic grouping from earlier. And he was making his way slowly and surely back to his bike with little in the way of impediment. As he picked his way along, he contemplated exactly "why" he had been sent out here.

One one hand, it seemed obvious. He had been intended to know that there were Aeldari on the planet. The Ranger and the Shadowseer were not terribly surprising, though the Shadowseer without more of her masque nearby seemed a tad puzzling. But the true wonder, and terror, was what he had heard and caught glimpses of. A Farseer. Why was a Farseer on the planet? And more importantly, did she bring with her a Warhost? Had a Craftworld somehow taken note of what his Masque had seen growing on this planet and come to crush it without thought?

He resolved, at the very least, to send a message to his contact and find out. If a Warhost had come to the planet, things were dire indeed. If a Farseer was here without a Warhost---he was confused. Was a Craftworld so callous with its Farseers that it allowed them to go without support on a hostile world?

Phelan paused for a moment in the shadow of a large tree, kneeling and letting his senses spread out. Too lost in thought for the last few minutes, it was possible he had let his guard drop. And highly likely the Farseer or her fellows would pursue him. He could very well be about to die. But at least---it was quiet. And peaceful. And as far as he could tell, utterly devoid of pursuers in the nearby area.
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Postby LaxKnight » Sat Apr 21, 2018 1:38 am

The hunt continues. The Eldar Ranger managed to take care of the 'Noble' and now she had to see to the other mon'keigh who fled the incident, the one who called himself Phelan if she remembered correctly. In their encounter, he claimed he was an agent of the Harlequins, even speaking crude LamEldannar, but that brought more questions than answers. Why would a Masque induct a human? What was he doing here? The 'Noble' she could at least trust to some extent but this man, this enigma, she needed to make sure this human was trustworthy enough not to spread word of her. Perhaps he could also be useful in her quest for knowledge.

Belysia was trained in tracking and found some fresh tracks. She followed them quickly until she began to hear movement, undoubtedly the human. She slowed down to make her movements less noticeable, flanking to his right as she began to catch up. When he stopped she stopped too as she contemplated her next move. She didn't want to threaten him but she was worried about what his reaction would be. He was just running away from people who wanted to kill him after all. She remembered the 'Noble's reaction when she caught up to him and the dizziness afterward. Perhaps it would be best to announce her presence first but she will undoubtedly keep her Shuriken Pistol in her hand, just in case. Still bent low, she purposely stepped on a branch to announce her presence. Her pistol was pointed up and she quickly raised her hand with her palm out, a gesture she knew meant 'not to shoot' for humans, then said in her quiet voice that carried like a breeze, "Don't shoot."
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Postby Fates End » Mon Apr 23, 2018 1:54 am

Phelan cocked his head to the side, half-smiling as the ranger made herself known. How long had she been shadowing him? And perhaps more importantly, why did she care?

"As I explained before. I don't have a gun." He replied with just a touch of amusement tinging his voice. He stood and took a breath, watching the ranger with a carefully blank expression. "Are you injured?" He asked a moment later, genuine concern showing in his eyes for a split-second.
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Postby LaxKnight » Mon Apr 23, 2018 9:47 am

The man who calls himself Phelan seemed mildly amused, causing Belysia to give a hidden frown. What was he so amused about? They were almost shot and chopped to bits. He seemed to remember that for he asked if she was injured. She managed to catch what seemed to be a flicker of genuine concern for a moment but he remained blank faced. He seemed to be a slippery sort but she felt confident that he wasn't, at the moment, a threat to her. "No," she replied as she lowered her arms and stood a little taller but still alert. He could feel her eyes studying him even if her eyes were hidden by the lenses of her helmet.

"You Phelan, yes?" Though a smooth whisper, she had a minor struggle saying his name, "Why here?"
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Postby blinddeadmcjones » Mon Apr 23, 2018 12:03 pm

"yyyyeeessssssssssss~~~" came the velvety tone of the shadowseer from earlier, who was now casually lounging in a nearby tree branch "with that little two step out of the way we can get to the heart of the story, and establish the character of these dramatis personnae" she gave a playful wave of her hand "don't mind me, i'm just here to narrate for posterity's sake, to ensure that when this little tale is recited eons from now, the details are given their due"

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Postby Fates End » Mon Apr 23, 2018 8:11 pm

His eyes glanced upwards at the sudden appearance of the Shadowseer, and the human ducked his head respectfully to her. "I am here on Masque business." he stated to the both of them, choosing honesty as the best policy on general principles that either of them could kill him with ease. And in fact were likely to do so, given the level of animosity shown between the species.

"The Masque of Ash Winter has an interest in this world, and I am to pursue it. Of course, if any of the Aeldari need aid that I can provide, I will do so."
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Postby LaxKnight » Thu Apr 26, 2018 12:59 am

Belysia had to fight down the urge to swing her Shuriken Pistol at the Shadowseer, only seen by the quick twitch of her hand. She looked between the two of them with some suspicion then asked in LamEldannar to the Shadowseer, "Do you know him? Does he work for you?"
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