"Well well well... Seems like Talon is not the only thing which wants to aid us..." said Esran to which Max responded: "I agree...and it seems we cant accomplish this mission without help.I just hope this wont cost us too much..." said Max as he came infront of a statue of plate-clad angel, its pinion wings folded behind its back. its head looking downward as if in some solemn procession.The statue was humility incarnate, energy peacefully radiating from its stone form. At the base of the statue there was a simple inscription: Sorrowful Angel. OOC: Umm... @BadDo9 you mentioned previously that we can give bounty/sacrifices to our chosen idols.Is that what all these scrap is for...or do we use 'Zorkmids' for it? #9 SM Primarchs - [SM] -Scout Shotgun -Monoknife -Flak Armor Trait - Neophyte body I Your body is slightly larger, stronger and faster than others Not to the extent of Orkish or Eldarine Traits
"Incredible," Torot mumbled in awe as he walked into the room staring at the statues. Walking past the statues of the legendary Shadowsun and Farsight, various Human and Eldar figures, and a skeleton bearing visual similarities to Tomb Spyder they just fought, he stopped. Looming before him was a statue a towering greenskin, pausing before it he placed his hand on the pedestal in front of it. OOC:1 Ghazghkull - [Orks] -Choppa -Blasta -Scrappy Flak Armor Trait - Orky Strength I Your body is stronger and slightly more durable than another of your size
Seeing the statues that stood before the group, and also sensing them seeming to wish to aid the team... Mira was torn between the Living Saint or the statue of Solar Mecharius to turn to, given that both might offer advantages that the other members of the team might over-look... After all, faith and normal military prowess might prove to have advantages other than the stuff provided by the metal-things, Orks and the Angels of Death. While the choice between the Saint and Solar was a difficult one.... Harthlock finally decided to accept the Saint's help, placing her hands on that statue's pedestal. After all, it was one thing to be happy in the Guard, but another thing to follow in the path of far more holy goals. OOC: Selecting #8 Living Saint - [Sororitas] , would like to keep Mira's Crossbow.
As Alan watched as everyone seem to go to touch a statue or go to examine one he felt himself at odds on which one to go to he knew very little of any of them. It caused him to pass back and forth looking at them, weird guy in black armor, no, weird unkown xenos no, one of thr emporers holy sons?,no max had that., living saint no Mira got to there first, when Alan gotten to the last one he finally recognized a figure a cap on his head and a chain sword in his hand Ciapias Cain. Alan went over to the statue and put his hand over the inscription trying to dust it off to read it only to fail and found it worn away. "Hey guys isn't this ciaphas Cain that hero commisiar of the guard?" Alan asked looking impressed at the statue OOC Solar Mecharius commissar 7 Carapace armor Lasgun Las pistol Request keep eviserator
LEVEL 1 THEME: RUINED SPACE STATION Spoiler: Map As the team would lay their hands on the pedestals of the various altars, they would feel a strange light and warmth infuse them all, and suddenly they would find themselves clad in new armor, with new weapons and in some cases, their bodies felt different... < @Uriel1339 > Esran would notice that, in addition to his skin seeming more metallic (as well as silvery), his arm seemed to be healing at a much faster rate. As well, when he looked down at Talon he would see the same metallic sheen over what was not covered in chitin, and his blades seemed even sharper. < @Maleth @Vulpas > Mira, in addition to suddenly glowing slightly, would realize that where she had her crossbow bolts were also changing. Five of her AP bolts had suddenly began to glow with some sort of holy energy. Alan's eviscerator had also began to change a bot, the rust was gone and if he pulled the trigger, he could hear the motor inside churning and attempting to work, although t still didn't seem very reliable [ OOC: Psst... time to react to the changes ] After a good few minutes the changes all seemed to be finalized, giving the team ample time to acclimate and come to terms with whatever the hell it was happened, the northern door and a Kroot, equipped with what seemed to be Carapace armor and a Kroot Rifle, came in from the north door with faithful... hounds (!?) at his side. Behind him came rushing eleven cultists with the normal black robes and an assortment of auto/stub weapons and knives. "Oy! Nice to see some more actual sane things around theses parts!" the Kroot calls out to the team, spinning to one knee and blasting a hole in one of the cultist's chest, killing it instantly. "Help me out with these guys and I'm sure I can pay ya back!" [Up to 2 attacks, can split between targets] Spoiler: Combat Stats [Esran = Slightly Wounded]{Talon = Healthy} [Maximillien = Healthy][Torot = Healthy] [Alan= Healthy][Prak = Healthy] [Mira = Healthy] {Conditions} [}-Debilitating Statuses-{] [}-Esran's right arm is burned and unusable (Will be Healed in 1 post)-{] [Cultist 1 = Healthy] [Cultist 2 =Healthy][Cultist 3 =Healthy] [Cultist 4 = Healthy] [Cultist 5 = Healthy][Cultist 6 =Healthy] [Cultist 7 = Healthy] [Cultist 8 = Healthy][Cultist 9 =Healthy] [Cultist 10 = Healthy]
"I am not sure how to take this. But Talon just turned silver. Kind-of-ish." Esran noted out loud, obviously incapable of noticing his own appearance change (if there was any, as he wondered), due to lack of mirrors or other reflective surfaces. He noticed however much changes of the others, having gained rather good-looking armor while he stood there in his falling apart wannabe-carapace armor. At least he got Talon. With a slight shrug, which made him notice his hand was much better even if not completely healed just yet, he grabbed the broken gun and regrouped. ~~ Now ~~ A weird bird-man came rushing into the room. Perhaps someone else like the Tau they just freed who got dragged into this madness like they had been? "You have some explaining to do, after we are done with 'em." Esran told him, pointing at the beaked creature with his glorified metal staff. @BadDo9 "Alright Talon. Jump at that one and tear him apart like a good killing machine." He pointed at one of the men before them. (Cultist #8) Himself, Esran charged towards a nearby cultist to keep an eye on his pet, while contributing himself. With his 'weapon' he charged in and trying to smash the skull fast and effectively. (double-whack-a-cultist vs. Cultist #9)
"Ohhh man the think touching this commisiar statue may have caused a bit of ciapias luck to rub done on me my eviscerators workingworking a bit." Alan said holding up the eviserator and giving it a good pull to see it activate for a moment then quit. As the weird bird creature came in and spotting several cultists around him Alan knew what to did test out his nice new gear. Throwing one of his grenades at cultist four Alan charged the group and attacked cultist one activcactivcating his eviserator before it hit.
Looking down at the new weapons that had appeared in his hands and the armor on his body Torot said,"These weapons appear to be quite crude and the armor ungainly, but they certainly do fell quite... powerful." The Battle Looking up as a large Kroot came rushing into the room accompanied by a strange looking hound he wondered what it was doing in this place and why it was in such a rush. But this quickly became obvious as a large group of cultists came rushing into the room close behind it. Pulling up his new Blasta in his right hand he fired at the cultist he mentally dubbed #7 before charging at them wildly swinging his Choppa.
Max observed as the light (in different colors) infused each of the party member.For a moment it stuck a cord of worry in him, but their faces were at peace, which gave away a more benevolent change then anything else. Until change came upon him.He could feel his bones stretch and grow and his torso widening, stretching the flak armor he wore.With a blinding flash of light, he had his armor repaired, along with a very sharp blade that seemed to be a monoknife and a fully loaded shotgun that seemed way heavier and bigger then other autoguns he had experience with, but somehow it fitted his had perfectly. Only then he realized that his body is bigger too.Not by much...but enough to be obvious.This change could be critical for the success of their mission!It gave him hope.Hope that they might succeed "Ohhh man the think touching this commisiar statue may have caused a bit of ciapias luck to rub done on me my eviscerators workingworking a bit." Alan said holding up the eviserator and giving it a good pull to see it activate for a moment then quit. "Your eviscerator works now?" added Max surprise, knowing full well the potency of such a weapon. "Alan if you get the chance, take all the luck you can get if he has any to spare." said Max wittily as he pumped up his shotgun and holstered it on his back. @Vulpas "I am not sure how to take this. But Talon just turned silver. Kind-of-ish." spoke Esran as he stood beneath a statue of a being that looked a lot similar to the mechanic spider they previously killed. "He is not the only one." retorted Max as he looked at Esran, as the luminosity of the lumen-globes in the chamber reflected its light from his skin. @Uriel1339 - Prepare to fight! - But there was no time to discuss anything further as a Kroot and a beast following him came through the doors of the chamber, followed by a group intent on violence. "Oy! Nice to see some more actual sane things around theses parts!" the Kroot calls out to the team, spinning to one knee and blasting a hole in one of the cultist's chest, killing it instantly. "Help me out with these guys and I'm sure I can pay ya back!" Nothing else remained to be said. As his party committed to the battle, Max unsheated his sword and shield and rushed after Esran.Seeing his exposed right side he charged, his shield infront of him and his sword held high. OOC: Double-attack on Cultist #10.
Prak felt his body changing muscle bulking up his body and his bones feeling heavier as he got tougher he grunted his approval at the turn of events and looked down at his mew equipment. A choppa just like his last one but a helluva a lot nicer and a blasta better tham his never used stub pistol. He left his laspitol and rusting knife at the altar as a means of thanking the towering Green skin depicted in the altar Suddenly a bird man had rushed into the room with a gang of hostile cultists and his team had atacked. Prak saw Alan rush forward his eviscerator screeching to life and the grenade flying through the air . The green-ish skin rushed forward holding his choppa aloft as he covered Alan's flank sending a wide swing at the two cultists flanking them. OOC: im sacrificing my laspistol and knife at the alatar for whatever favor it may earn me and then attacking both Cultists 2 and 3 with my Choppa
