40K/Inquisitor RPG. The Line of Damnation.
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The surface layer of armour flash vaporized from the impact of the close range shot. The ceramite plates cracked from the heat stress. The temperature inside the suit would literaly kill an ordinary human. The Terminator momentarily lost his balance and concentration from the heat shock.
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The chainsword could penetrate terminator armor... given time. To try to take that time now would be lethal, and he knew it. Rather than go for the kill shot, Prius chose to attack the other area of weakness, lashing out with his chainsword at the wrist joint of the hand that held the chain axe. Take the weapon, then take the foe.
Blessed are we to have the God-Emperor, without whom our souls would be lost in a cold and uncaring universe. Blessed are we to be guided away from the lies of heresy and the treachery of xenos, to be shielded from the abomination of mutation.
Blessed are we to have the God-Emperor, without whom our souls would be lost in a cold and uncaring universe. Blessed are we to be guided away from the lies of heresy and the treachery of xenos, to be shielded from the abomination of mutation.
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The six fingered gauntlet fell to the floor accompanied by a brief spray of blood. The Terminator righted himself and charged, trying to crush Prius with his bulk.
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Prius attempted to whirl out of the terminator's path, switching to a one-handed grip that would bring his chainsword around and into the back of his opponent's knee.
Cursed are the weak and fearful who fall from the Emperor's grace. The Emperor tests man no more than he can bear, and it is the failing of the man that drags his soul to accursed oblivion.
Cursed are the weak and fearful who fall from the Emperor's grace. The Emperor tests man no more than he can bear, and it is the failing of the man that drags his soul to accursed oblivion.
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The Terminator tripped foreward. Prius's chainblade ripped up the armour on the back of the leg, but the Terminator had taken both melta blasts to the front. He back armour could take it.
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Prius turned, instinctively closing in for the kill. Such an attitude nearly cost him his life, as the veteran terminator swept out with a gauntled backfist that he barely managed to avoid, taking it instead on his flesh arm, which shattered painfully. Spinning, down to one arm, he rotated and lashed out at the turning terminator with his chainsword. Head, shoulders, it wasn't a precisely aimed shot, just a wild attack to buy him some time and distance.
One arm down, just a matter of time now. The mouse dueling with the cat could win a few battles, perhaps, but would inevitably lose the war.
And with this, I commend my soul to thee, oh Emperor, that I die in battle with my face toward my foe, my blade at his throat.
One arm down, just a matter of time now. The mouse dueling with the cat could win a few battles, perhaps, but would inevitably lose the war.
And with this, I commend my soul to thee, oh Emperor, that I die in battle with my face toward my foe, my blade at his throat.
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Dazed she started to stir, her mouth was dry like cotton, and speach just couldn't come out right, it was as if the muscles in her head just wouldn't respond right, clearing her throught she spat a large gob of chrimson mucus. *not a good sign* trying to rise, she noticed her body wasn't exactly responding correctly to the commands her brain was sending it, and there seemed to be some blurelyness and two corridores....
Still LEGION's helm was remarkably intact for a mere ceremite replica of a corinthian style helm, there were cracks in the ceranute if her powered armour where it had struck the corridore wall.
sparks flew from the power supply pack, as she moved on, a tight close up showed that the blow had ruptured most of the vessels in one eye, turning it pale blue, in a sea of red. The mask of murder in place she stalked out to find the enemy.
Still LEGION's helm was remarkably intact for a mere ceremite replica of a corinthian style helm, there were cracks in the ceranute if her powered armour where it had struck the corridore wall.
sparks flew from the power supply pack, as she moved on, a tight close up showed that the blow had ruptured most of the vessels in one eye, turning it pale blue, in a sea of red. The mask of murder in place she stalked out to find the enemy.
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Varian took the time to aim precisely. He would need a clear shot to drop a Terminator, even with the heavy bolt pistol, and a mistake would be devestating. Seeming the oppurtunity he fired, the bolt speeding towards the terminator.
With out even waiting for a result he whirled up the force rod and sent a blast at the chaos monster.
With out even waiting for a result he whirled up the force rod and sent a blast at the chaos monster.
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her face washed in red, lillith approched, something was wrong she tried to repeat the sisterhood litany but all that came out of her mouth was garbled.
something was wrong with her vision too.
something was wrong with her vision too.
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The bolt round did little more than attract the Terminator's attention. The psychic blats has more impact, even on the battle hardened and conditioned mind of a traitor marine. He staggered back, wide open to an attack.
Varian's attack had attracted the attention of Sharandar the Head Taker. The fight had changed from an amusing distraction to a serious matter. He raised his storm bolter and began firing.
Varian's attack had attracted the attention of Sharandar the Head Taker. The fight had changed from an amusing distraction to a serious matter. He raised his storm bolter and began firing.
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Lillith considered the melta gun, but with the double sometimes triple vision, she didn't trust her aim at that particular moment, approching the fray, she didn't know what to do, If she fired she would reveal herself, and the odds were against her hitting anything at this range. A sudden wave washed over her and caused her to stumble.
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As one of the terminators finally snapped to attention Varian flattened himself to the deck. He readed his sword and gave a mental command to the guardsmen he had inducted.
"Fire"
They stood and opened up with their hellguns at the damaged and wounded terminator. The men simply hosed down the area with hot las-fire, pouring a deadly rain in to protect their master.
Varian stayed under cover, a massive tractor like machine, and waited for the terminators to close range.
"Fire"
They stood and opened up with their hellguns at the damaged and wounded terminator. The men simply hosed down the area with hot las-fire, pouring a deadly rain in to protect their master.
Varian stayed under cover, a massive tractor like machine, and waited for the terminators to close range.
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Lillith continuded to move low, her body bent over, approching the first of the companions, she walked up and dropped her hellgun.
"mrugh1"
"thorgah, ur koult ook"
Reaching down she tried to grab the pistol.
"mrugh1"
"thorgah, ur koult ook"
Reaching down she tried to grab the pistol.
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The Terminator stood for moment, seemingly unconcerned by the hail of fire. For a moment. Then badly damaged Terminator armour failed under the barrage of hellgun fire. The perforated mass of metal failed. The Terminator toppled.
The other two Terminators were firing before their battle brothers fell. A Reaper Autocannon and a storm bolter slew without mercy. Troopers fell or dodged for cover. The Terminator with the storm bolter and the skull rack advanced, his battle brother covering him. Systematic, inevitable extermination was the order of the day.
The other two Terminators were firing before their battle brothers fell. A Reaper Autocannon and a storm bolter slew without mercy. Troopers fell or dodged for cover. The Terminator with the storm bolter and the skull rack advanced, his battle brother covering him. Systematic, inevitable extermination was the order of the day.
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Prius sat behind the worktable, pulling his last few krak grenades out. Three. His chainsword sat beside him as he primed the grenades one-handed and prepared to toss them. As all three went hot he rose to his knees and hurled them at the nearest terminator in a buckshot toss. Hopefully at least one would hit. He didn't hang around to see, though, ducking back down behind the table and grabbing his chainsword.
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she knew that the autocannon had to be taken out, but she couldn't get her body to obey her. However the emporer's will would provide her with a way.
She moved, lurching trying to move around back of the Reaper wielding Terminator. If she could take out that weapon....
she knew that the autocannon had to be taken out, but she couldn't get her body to obey her. However the emporer's will would provide her with a way.
She moved, lurching trying to move around back of the Reaper wielding Terminator. If she could take out that weapon....
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Two krak grenades blew holes in the deck. The third put a crater in the Head Taker's armour. Two burst of bolter fire slammed into Prius's position. The Head Taker ejected the spent clips and reloaded in one smooth, swift motion.
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Air whistled out of a puncture in his suit, mixed with rapidly freezing blood. Prius wrestled a patch off the emergency kit on his belt. Of course the shrapnel would land on his bad-arm side, by the immutable laws of combat and the daemon Murphy. Jamming the patch into place, he let the adhesive set for a minute as he fought off a fresh wave of lightheadeness.
Not dead yet. Bleeding, battered, but not dead yet. His breath came in short, raspy gasps, and... he coughed, a salty taste in his mouth. Lung nicked, hopefully his system could handle it before he drowned in his own blood.
Fumbling around, he grabbed his chainsword.
For the Emperor.
Not dead yet. Bleeding, battered, but not dead yet. His breath came in short, raspy gasps, and... he coughed, a salty taste in his mouth. Lung nicked, hopefully his system could handle it before he drowned in his own blood.
Fumbling around, he grabbed his chainsword.
For the Emperor.
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A hail of autocannon shells came Lillith's way from the Reaper Autocannon. This did cause the weapon to no longer be covering Sharandar, who was advancing with chain axe and stormbolter to finish off Prius and the other surivivors.
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Prius felt death coming with dark inevitability. How much did he have left? He had been going all out since he'd faced the daemon up-levels.
It didn't matter. What mattered was whether the Emperor chose now to take him home.
Gathering his will, he prepared for his last stand. Chainblade activated, he awaited the optimal moment to strike, both mentally and physically.
It didn't matter. What mattered was whether the Emperor chose now to take him home.
Gathering his will, he prepared for his last stand. Chainblade activated, he awaited the optimal moment to strike, both mentally and physically.
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The vagarities of fate gave Prius his moment. As the Head Taker gunned downed a trooper, another rose from the side and put three las rounds into the Terminator's shoulder. Sharandar turned and fired a burst into the guardsman's head, showering the area with blood, bone, and brain.
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