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Iphis The venue itself was quite difficult to pin down. The choices were varied in almost every way possible, from price to location and visibility, the innkeeper had given her almost too many options to sift through. In the end, she settled on something classic, luxurious, ostentatious, and most importantly, fun. She just needed to have a word with the nice innkeep, then it was a nice chat here, an introduction there, and soon she found herself standing in front of a local lord while Robowaiter excitedly served samplers. Lady Kheyri lounged back on her divan, staring down at painstakingly crafted dishes as Iphis introduced each one. Lady Kheyri was known for being extremely wealthy, powerful (although the locals refused to elaborate on exactly why), and throws the best parties in the city. Getting on her good side would be an immense help, and not just for party hosting. While Iphis was outwardly the image of professionalism, to be honest she was quite nervous. Getting used to the new ingredients and cooking resources was quite a challenge, and Lady Kheyri had notoriously high standards. -many hours earlier- Iphis stands in the middle of a smoking kitchen, cursing loudly while attending to what appears to be way too many dishes at the same time. Some appear to be burning. Robowaiter deftly dodges the mechadendrites and puffs of smoke with plates full of ingredients, only stopping to speedily chop ingredients with an oddly cold gleam in it's adorable robot eyes. The hum of psychic powers hangs in the air as Iphis tries to make use of her newfound powers to give her that extra edge she needs, if only she could understand what the hell these visions are trying to say. -back to the present- Iphis practically holds her breath as Lady Kheyri nibbles on each dish, only relaxing when she finally declares "Why, that was quite exquisite. And you were saying you wanted to host a party featuring these?". And it was all smooth sailing from there. Quite literally, as Lady Kheyri had agreed not only to loan them her largest party sand-yacht but also collaborate on hosting the party in exchange for what was shaping up to be the hottest party of the season. After a successful round of negotiation, Iphis heads back to meet up with Dedjazil and Jamie. "Alright, everything's sorted. We just need to decide on a guest list now before I need to disappear back into the kitchen pre:glimpse 49 vs 40 + 10 (Psy Focus) = 1 DoS chefinarian 80 vs 56 + 10 (Robowaiter) + 10 (Glimpse) + 5 (Mechatendril) + 5 (Utility Mechadendrite) = 1 DoS rip charm 27 vs 45 + 10 (Robowater) + 10 (Chefinarian) + 20 (Difficulty) = 5 DoS got an extra fancy party boat with harpoons, extra space for more guests, and befriend Lady Kheyri on top
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Atar: Later in the evening an inconspicuous passerby bumps into Jamie and stumbles. "So sorry, please excuse me and just continue your conversation." He apologises briefly as he gathers himself back up before skulking off into the crowd, forgetting an insignificant small scrap of cloth on the ground. While Jamie pockets the cloth as soon as he notices the crudely but recognisably drawn picture of a wealthy woman on it, Dedjazil probes the crowd on the streets outside briefly before finding the correct mental imprint in the crowd, and opens her mind a crack. quote:Lady, you should've warned us your mark swaps faces like a rich guy changes robes. I trailed her for a while, but she spent an hour at a drat vegetable seller. Didn't even seem to be doing business, just fiddled with packed up stock while one of the workers pretended to tell her about pumpkins. Disappeared into an alley afterwards and came out the other end with a different head under her hood. Lucky you paid to bring the gang, wouldn't have recognised her without someone watching both ends. Ain't no artist, but your friend should have the face. Iphis finishes dealing with Kheyri and her immaculately oiled attendants and makes her way back to the caravanserai pleased with the days work. Openly associating with Kheyri might make the local priesthood somewhat less well disposed towards you, but the assistance she had offered was considerable and her reputation would only help yours in the eyes of the people you had actual plans to deal with. Iphis would still need to brief Kheyri's servants on handling off-world foods and the tone you wanted to set for the event, but with staffing satisfactorily outsourced you have some time to spare for other matters. Considering the effect the party would likely have on your image with different groups and your mission objectives, you arrive at the question of the guest list. Given the size of the sand-yacht, Iphis recognises you can probably fit in a couple more groups in addition to the merchants who had reached out to you of their own initiative and those you were obligated to invite. You can invite two more groups of people to gain social bonuses with. Pick from local merchants, foreign merchants, offworlder-adjacent merchants, noble libertines, senior administrators, courtiers, priest caste youths, military nobility, or think of a group of people on your own. If the party is successful, you will receive significant bonuses to social tests with the specific individuals during the event, but also smaller lasting bonuses with their demographic. Middle of nowhere: Osseus and Walter make the best of their shared misfortune, turning a graceless fall into a sensible firing position at a responsible distance from the target and the associated danger. Meanwhile Savosk, the superhuman strength of a space marine leaving him unperturbed by mere earth shifting around him, simply levels a bolter at one of the unquenched before it can close in. Three rounds explode inside the creature and what remains of it rains onto the sand in a cloud of dry shredded flesh. As a translucent shape begins to form around the remaining scrap, successive gusts of wind pick up and shear the shade apart before it can rise again. Beheshti glances Savosk. "Impressive! Make us more openings like that and this will be over soon enough." Behind her, the wounded ritualist speaks a short incantation that seems to give extra weight to the captain's words even while the biomancer works to seal the wound on his arm. As the words register in Aristotle's terrified mind, the ogryn realises perhaps it is the monsters rather than himself who will die a quick and horrible death. Before the remaining unquenched can react to their ambush being faced with greater resistance than they could have expected, Dromedar plummets into the ground with considerably more speed than terminal velocity. The unfortunate unquenched under him tries to jump out of the way, only to find the massive projectile adjusting its course as the raptor lands on top of it, driving it into the sand. It scrambles back onto its feet, flailing at the space marine. While power armour is more than enough to stop the grasping fingers, the idea of them digs unbothered into Dromedars flesh, stinging even through the armor. The evident leader of the unquenched flings a handful of sand into the air in an overly grandiose gesture. Sand floats in the air around the creature as it lunges at the captain, the curtain of sand parting only briefly to allow the creature's blade through. Beheshti bats the blows aside, but curses as her riposte connects only with the dust swirling around your foe. The remaining unquenched charge not-quite-mindlessly at the greatest perceived threats, one joining its unsuccessful comrade in trying to claw its way into Dromedar's soul while the other ignores Osseus and Walter to charge at Savosk, though in their wild abandon neither undead's blows are considered enough to find purchase. The sated unquenched remains uninjured and in melee with the captain. You continue to benefit from Guidance as before, as well as Inspire for a +10 to willpower tests to resist fear or to snap out of it. Unquenched 1 is dead in both corporeal and incorporeal forms. Unquenched 2 and 3 are engaged in melee with Dromedar, who has suffered one hit for a grand total of one point of damage after armour and TB. Roll your own evasions as you please. Unquenched 4 is in melee with Savosk. Osseus and Walter count as being in cover from ranged (but not melee) attacks due to being prone in uneven terrain. Waci fucked around with this message at 01:20 on Jan 26, 2022 |
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Flavus Ursis/Jamie Ingor Flavus looks at the piece of cloth with the crudely drawn image on it, and then passes it to Dedjazil, "I see some resemblance to you, but this crude drawing hardly does you justice," Flavus says playfully, before his tone immediately shifts. "It seems we may have already drawn some attention. I can maybe handle myself in a small scrape, but now I almost wish those astartes were here." Back at the merchant's, Flavus considers Iphis's inquiry. "I would advise we invite members of the priest caste youth, and some senior administrators. If we are ultimately looking to sway this world to the Great Powers, infiltrating government and religious institutions is the way to go." Jamie was surprised at how quickly Flavus had made that recommendation, but it really was true. How many corrupt Eclisiarchy Priests and deluded Noble houses had Jamie infiltrated working for the Inquisition? Too many, and not enough, as many worlds still fell to corrupt priesthoods and planetary governor houses.
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Dedjazilquote:Interesting. If they're what I think they are then it's a good idea for you to be cautious for the next few days, but as long as they only saw each of you once, they'll have no reason to assume a tail. There's a good chance one of the water-children might end up dead, with this person wearing their face. I'm not certain they can fake an aura, but they probably can. There's a bonus in the offering if you notice an extra rich person's body that's been rendered conveniently hard to identify -- that will give me a clue. Dedjazil memorizes the sketch on the scrap of paper before shredding it and answering Flavus. "We might have an Assassin on the waves. My new friends followed an blunt who could change faces, and they had already gained entry right into one of the temples owned by the 'water-children.' Something my tails couldn't do." She rubs her temples and continues. "There's something we're missing culturally here. We don't know enough about the water-children except for them being some kind of priestly caste of noble birth, with segregated entry. Clearly they matter enough for someone with infiltration skills and heavy wards to take an interest. I'd like to work the religious angle, and administration is a good follow-up."
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Iphis Iphis nods along with the other two members of the group, adding "If you want I can try to get some more information about the water-children from Lady Kheyri, no promises if I'll have any luck though.". While she didn't exactly approve of inviting priests and paper pushers for the sake of a good party, it's not like she's an expert in politicking and intrigue (much to her Imperial family's chagrin). Meanwhile, Robowaiter beeps authoritatively at a group of confused servants. The little robot has been tasked with the very important job of getting these people up to snuff on the finer details of hospitality and service as demanded by Forge Staurant. Despite the fact that Robowaiter does not have arms and cannot actually speak in any way, this is a task that Iphis has entrusted to Robowaiter many times. If the students can't learn, well, Iphis has no time for "idiot sandwiches" as Chef-Magos Ramsay puts it. Xun fucked around with this message at 03:11 on Feb 28, 2022 |
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Fighty folks: Osseus’ web narrowly misses Dromedar as it falls on the two unquenched, the infallibility of his calculations demonstrating the superiority of machine over flesh. One of the creatures manages to dive out of the way of the spreading web, but the second has no such luck as the razor wire falls on it and tangles on itself, failing to cut through dried flesh but wrapping ever tighter around the captive form as the unquenched struggles against the bindings. Savosk swings his power sword down at the enemy, and while the unquenched tries to dodge it underestimates the reach of an astartes and the blade digs deep into its side. When his foe flails at him in a desperate attempt at striking back at the space marine, he simply swats aside the attacks while resetting his stance for the next strike. Walter too recognises the superiority of stabbing his problems away and draws his chainsword as he closes in on his stabbee-elect. The unquenched's attention falters for a moment as it adjusts its stance to account for Walter's presence, and Beheshti seizes the opportunity. The captain's sword slips through the sheets of sand and stone floating around the creature with fluidity unsuited for something thrust through rock, and the unquenched snarls as the blade digs into its arm. The counterattack comes as a flurry of quick strikes, but with the unquenched's attention divided between two targets Walter and Beheshti both deflect the blows with ease. Seeing the enemy leader wounded and outnumbered, the two ritualists take the chance to prepare themselves. Airborne sand outlines the wind around them as it settles into stable orbits. Meanwhile the biomancer rushes to Aristoteles, pressing both hands on the ogryn's back. As the incantation penetrates the fear shrouding his mind something snaps and the hereteks attention returns to the battle around him. With one of his foes helpless before him, Dromedary absolutely mulches the unquenched trapped in a chaotic jumble of razor wire. Even inert the Frost Blade tears through desiccated flesh with terrifying ease, and in moments the creature begins to erode and crumble, leaving a surprised wraith scrambling against the pull of Osseus’ soul harvester. Enraged, the other unquenched throws itself at the space marine in a reckless flurry of grasping hands. Dromedary swats aside most of the blows but one slips through his guard, a hand scraping against armour but gouging the soul within. Around and among the battle the sand shifts as hands and heads start to breach the sand, and you see more unquenched drag themselves to the surface. Their forms are frayed and worn far beyond the first ones you faced and their movements less coordinated, but their numbers are great and even in the moment it takes you to register their presence more appear, sand dripping from their decayed bodies as they rise around you. Unquenched 3 is dead in corporeal form and currently hanging out as a ghost about to get vacuumed. Unquenched 2 is unharmed and in melee with Dromedar. Dromedar has taken another hit for 4 damage. Unquenched 4 is at 15/30 wounds and in melee with Savosk. The unquenched leader is in melee with Walter and the captain, and at 53/60 wounds. A horde of frayed unquenched is spread around you but not yet in melee with any of you. Current magnitude 10.
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Walter Irons There was nothing in his world now but the lethal dance of hand-to-hand combat. Walter's conscious mind had retreated to a tiny pinprick of light in a seething red darkness, watching with vague curiosity from a safe distance as his body did all the work. Now he was nothing but a machine driven by killer instinct and darker forces. All the guard had ever taught him was "fix bayonets," and yet he fought like a master, any shortcomings overcome by the locals' Guidance. Pressure the foe, endless pressure. Never let it breathe, even if it doesn't breathe to begin with. The thrusting attacks of the captain's sword were a perfect complement to the ruthless hacking of chainswords. Walter weaves back and forth, trading places with the captain again and again, constantly circling and looking for openings. After a few more seconds of this, Walter cuts behind the captain, blocking the unquenched's view of him for half a moment and forcing it to assume he's circling right for another exchange. It turns to block him-- and he digs his heels into the sand behind the captain and reverses his momentum with all his strength, spinning around him to his left instead and swiping both chainswords across the unquenched's midsection as it looks the other way. Feint Opposed (WS 50): 8, 6 DoS (5 +1 from Adroit), if the Unquenched Leader can't beat that with its own WS test it can't evade my next attack. BC Mono Chainsword Attack vs 90 (50 Base +10 Standard +10 Ganging Up +10 Double Team +10 Guidance +10 BC -10 Two Weapon Fighting): 76 BC Mono Chainsword Damage, Pen 4: 14 BC Chainsword IP Reroll vs 90: 7 BC Chainsword Damage, Pen 2: 15 Dachshundofdoom fucked around with this message at 08:12 on Apr 10, 2022 |
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