Austronaut

Blood, Steel, and Gunpowder (Austronaut & POOHEAD189)

The knights looked uncomfortably around, clearly reluctant to discuss the topic. The gravity of the situation evidently won out as the knight continued speaking.

“It is said that in the last days that Sigmar shall return. A great man shall arise to herald his coming. The herald shall have a heart of fire and the blood of a dragon will flow through his vein. He will stand as beacon to Holy Sigmar and death will touch him not,” the Knight concluded.

“That is why you have the dragon eggs,” Isoulde breathed, clearly appalled.

“Dragon Eggs?!” Hilde started her yes tracking down to the chest. Such a thing would be beyond worth. Wizards and princes would mortgage their estates for a dragon egg.

The scribe’s eyes were bludging with the outrage of a fanatic. He drew the sword from his scabbard but seemed unwilling to advance on the trio. The impasse lasted for an uncomfortable few seconds and then the scribe angrily rammed the sword back into the sheathe.

“We will take these precious relics to the mother house in Altdorf.”

“Uhh.. there is a siege you know,” Hilde responded, belatedly realisng she was still pointing her pistol. She wanted to be away from here badly and was wondering if she could get a horse out the gate in the confusion.

Before she could decide on a course of action a great shriek of triumph came from the Chaos spawn outside. A young Knight staggered through the doorway, blood fountaining from his mouth, his hastily donned chest plate half caved in from some vast blow. Maybe the siege was over…

Balgar sliced into the neck of another soldier, just deep enough to sever the man’s artery before recovering his blade to deflect a spear point coming for his chest. There was a cold mathematical precision to his swordsmanship which made him particularly terrible to face. The chaos warriors, heavily armoured and powerful were caving in the flank of the knights hastily organised formation. Beastmen swarmed into the break, dragging down the wounded and fouling the weapons of the exhausted d defenders.

By know Crovendiff and his force would have scaled the rear wall of the castle, cutting off any escape that the defenders might dream of. The failure at the convoy would be cleansed and mighty Tzeench would look upon him with favour. Perhaps he would celebrate by having Crovendiff nailed to his standard. Smiling, Balgar strode into the carnage with renewed enthusiasm

Warhammer 40K: Beyond the Law - A Mercenary Adventure

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Warhammer 40K: Beyond the Law - A Mercenary Adventure

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Blood, Steel, and Gunpowder (Austronaut & POOHEAD189)

Even expecting the worst the site that greeted Hilde as she emerged from the tower was shocking. She stood about fifty feet from the shoulder of the breech and could see the beastmen crawling over their dead to get at the defenders behind the ruined stone wall. Even as she watched the strong butchered the weak to be first to the kill. Isolde ran to the shoulder of the breach. The other woman spat a few words and twin lances of golden light shot from her palms down into the massed enemy. Where the golden light touched, the beastment burst into flames. Hilde hit Isolde in a flying tackle, knocking the mage from her feet. The golden beams died instantly.

“What are you..” Isolde began to snarl and then a dozen arrows were buzzing spitefully through the space she had occupied a moment before.

“Don’t do that,” Hilde instructed, “particularly not if I am standing near you.”

The clash of arms, curses of soldiers and screams of dying beastmen was overwhelming in the night air. Hilde risked sticking her head up over the wall. Her blood ran cold as she spoted the glinting armor of chaos warriors advancing across the dew damp field.

“We have to go,” she declared, voice a little shrill with panic. Isolde opened her mouth to say something but Hilde was already scrambling back into the tower and down the stairs.

The great hall was a stark contrast to the heaving battle around the breach. To Hilde’s surprise there was a small group of knights in the room led by the acestic looking scribe. The seemed to be packing something into small wooden chests.

“What?” she stammered, wondering why these men were not outside fighting for their lives. The scribe looked up at her with hatred.

“You!” he snarled. Isolde came through the door and the expression of rage on the scribes face twisted with hatred. His eyes flicked down to the wizards wrist, cataloguing the missing bracelet.

“You will not disrupt Sigmar’s Holy Work!” he screamed, spittle flying from his lips.

“Kill them!”

Ologies: A Study of Arcane Specialists {Paranormal Investigations and more}

So I don't need to serve black pudding? ;)

Ologies: A Study of Arcane Specialists {Paranormal Investigations and more}

Im going to post out of order to begin with so I can give everyone some personal attention rather than in one huge block post. Once the meet and greet is done we can go back to normal

Ologies: A Study of Arcane Specialists {Paranormal Investigations and more}

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Lenya began the taskt of greeting her guests Dealing with people was a real source of pleasure for her, particularly in a friendly environment, free of the endless academic back biting she had dealt with back at the University of Vienna.

“Cassandra, what a beautiful dress,” she said with honest enthusiasm. It must be freezing for the other woman, although perhaps not, her austere attitude towards the use of magic was not universal.

“And of course you company is more than gift enough.” The pair of witches hadn’t had much to do with each other before now and Lenya was looking forward to talking with the other woman. Traditions varied widely and Lenya was always interested in discovering others.

She turned to Max giving him a smile at the fox hat the tall scholar was still sporting. Rather than making him look ridiculous it leant him an appealing air of quirkiness. In the background the diesel engine of the boat cut out, its low chug suddenly absent from the night, replaced by the gentle sound of the waves and the bump of the hull against the small dock. She kissed each of his cheeks in European fashion.

“I’m sure we can find work for you Max,” she said with a smile, though in truth the dinner was largely ready to go. Lenya was not a cook either but years of following obscure alchemical formulae was surprisingly good training. That and Jakalo had been a huge help. Her mouth wetted slightly at the remembered scent of roasting goose. It would be almost as delicious as the gosser.

“Thank you Atlas,” she said with a sunny smile.

“One of the advantages of coming by boat is that no one has to drive home.” She was a little surprised the vampire had accepted her invitation, he had always been rather standoffish in the past. Plus the sun was still setting, although the short winter days meant it would be pitch black shortly.

“I hope you are recovering well,” she continued. Lenya was a private person and had not inquired as to how the vampire had been injured. Perhaps the story would be told later this evening. Martinmass was a great holiday for telling stories, particularly in these snowy latitudes.

"You are most welcome to my home."

Ologies: A Study of Arcane Specialists {Paranormal Investigations and more}

@AdobeFlash can atlas drink bagged blood? Like the red cross uses.

Blood, Steel, and Gunpowder (Austronaut & POOHEAD189)

Isolde opened her mouth to object but Cedric was already out the door, bellowing into the chaos. Hilde pushed Gilbrecht’s stiffening corpse of the bed so it landed with a thump and was concealed behind the low straw mattress.

“We have to get out of here,” Hilde declared urgently, digging through a trunk for a clean shirt even as she stripped off her blood stained garment. Isolde watched her for a moment longer, what had passed between the pistoleer and Gilbrecht. She felt more and more certain that attempted rape was not it, but she had bigger problems to worry about just now.

Hilde pushed roughly past the mage and started trotting down the hallway. Isolde scurried to keep up, not wanting to be left alone. The two women circled downwards on the stone stairs. Hilde drew a pistol from her belt, although more from habit than current need. Isolde grabbed her arm, forcing the other woman to pay attention to her.

“No one wants out of this place more than me, but we don’t even know who is out there,” Isolde declared.

“Yes we do,” Hilde responded with a bone deep certainty.

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The wave of screaming beastmen hit the wall, the breach wasn’t complete yet, or even nearly complete, but fallen rubble had made a ramp of sort and they were determined to be first to feast upon the defenders. The nightmarish tide of fur, horns and flesh surged against the battlement.

The defenders hacked and slashed but they were disorganised and scattered. Runners were dispatched for orders from Sir Gilbrecht, but he hadn’t been found. Some knights refused to even leave the central citadel, determined to guard whatever precious artefact was concealed there.

The Hell Cannon roared again, its flaming projectile pulping a score of beastmen climbing towards the breach. The night was filled with the smell of burning meat and scorched hair.

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