Psyker Landshark

Bible of Ichor: Septet for the Dead

Dragan Meszaros

Ah. It seemed he'd missed a spot leading up to the bridge. Dragan raised his rapier with a frown, instinctively leaping out of the way of the skeletal beast's head slam. Dragan could chalk that up to his post-torpor weakness, but that would be making excuses. No, he simply hadn't been paying enough attention, it seemed. Something to work on for later.

In the meantime, there was still the immediate matter to deal with. Dragan took up a fencing stance, calling back across the bridge as he did so.

"There is little need to concern yourselves overmuch!" He yelled in his companions' direction before lunging forward, juking one way and then the other before leaping up and plunging his rapier straight into one of the beast's eye sockets. He would have to determine if this thing was truly alive or not before committing more to the fight.

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look for deez nuts lmao

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I do be doing it

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Alric Lann

Even for a veteran warrior, it had been a difficult battle. Alric reflected on the siege of Telos IV, likely not to be the only one, as he took a late lunch on the roof of the tenement that served as his temporary barracks. A box of takeout food rested next to his seated position on the roof, along with a cup of caf and his helmet.

The Mandalorian warrior sighed in relief as he finished his crucial maintenence on the last of his armament. There hadn't been enough time during the siege to attend to his weapons properly, and it was a testament to the inherent durability of his preferred blaster models that they hadn't jammed or worse in the battle. Hell, he'd even run out of specialty ammunition for his rifle, having gone dry on sniper quarrels and grenades sooner than he would have liked. That wasn't a problem anymore with this respite, but judging by scuttlebutt, supply lines were only shrinking.

And speaking of scuttlebutt, both the MMSes he'd received weren't promising. Alric frowned at the thought as he took a sip of his caf before digging into his lunch of rice, lentils, and mystery meat. The second message had definitely been over private channels, which meant that someone in command had headhunted him. Anyone with his dossier would know that he wasn't a slicer, so that meant whatever this was likely involved heavy combat. Good, if so. Of course, with their manpower situation, it was equally likely that they were selecting warm bodies in desperation to fill out a mission roster.

Whichever way it went meant little in the end, so long as he was still able to fight. Alric continued to eat his meal, looking over the city from his vantage point on the barracks roof.

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Look, there's enough of you here from last time that you already know what my sheet is.

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Me here

Star Wars -- Winter of the Confederacy

Gonna try to get a post up after I get home from night classes, sorry for the delay.

Star Wars -- Winter of the Confederacy

Will also try to post within a day or two. Whoever sets the scene will probably make it a lot easier for everyone else to congregate, but also I suck ass at setting the scene.

Prophetiae Adventum: Envoys of the Pantheon

Vyandar Urthac

Unexpected. The Nuniel soldier's spirit had been far more helpful than anticipated. Vyandar had half been expecting it to spit at him and refuse to answer. Though his lack of any insignia related to Coris or Latis likely helped. He released the spirit from having to answer two more questions, dispelling his Speak With Dead spell as he began to think to himself.

This was obviously some sort of spy or scout unit, but it was the first part of his questioning that had Vyandar intrigued. Six-legged giant bugs? Were those native to Coris, or was something else going on here? The dragonborn knelt down as he considered this, ripping the insignia off the dead man's body and tucking it into a belt pouch. If nothing else, Aurelian might have some knowledge of this, being the only obvious man of Nuniel in their party.

Vyandar stood back up, holy symbol still in hand as he started to channel another divine spell. He cast a Sending spell, directed at Kyra. Twenty-five words sent instantaneously to her mind, with her being able to answer in kind.

Encountered a Nuniel scout camp. Corpses. They were killed by six-legged giant insects, apparently. Regroup on you or return to Coris?

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@Richard Horthy

Damn, that's rough. No worries, it's understandable.

Also, is the second message a general order or just given out to our characters?