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Good thing the only way in is by the front door. Not like skylights or windows or other doors or breaching charges or melta-cutter. Nope. Good thing. :}
I'll be adding windows and stuff to the masterful map that I have created. Plenty of windows to ACTION DYNAMIC ENTRY through.
Quick post to get the plot moving into the next room.
Here's a small map of the place we're going through, I spent 10000000000 hours in paint to make this.
Here's a small map of the place we're going through, I spent 10000000000 hours in paint to make this.
Zhevon reached the end of the hallway and opened the door, throwing caution to the wind he walked in without checking if anyone was inside. Fortunately, nobody was inside. He planted the tip of his sword into the floor and leaned on it, panting. He blinked several times and looked at his hands. No snakes. Which was good. He looked back through the open door and saw the others following, in order it was Ben, Stukov, and Adrianne as the rearguard. He took a second to gather himself, looking around. This corner room was similar to the lobby, suits of ancient armor standing by the walls, more shields and trophies on the walls. More glass cases, there were some tables. Perhaps this is where people would mingle and lounge.
He looked back to the hallway and opened his vox to his team.
"You can pick up the pace a little bit, they seem less aggressive than the others." He said to them, he leaned to the left to check on Adrianne. She had glowing purple eyes behind her mask. Zhevon muttered a curse, what these statues lacked in aggressive behaviour, at least one of them made up for cunning. A statue, or maybe multiple statues were pumping power into her staff, and thus power into her. If she released a bit of that power it would agitate the pack and bring them all upon them. He then checked on the Veteran and the Armsman, they were doing very well. He had seen an entire squad of Stormtroopers driven mad by the same creatures, causing the statues to screech with anger and then lunge into attack. He spoke again, "Come on, just a bit more. You're doing good."
He looked back to the hallway and opened his vox to his team.
"You can pick up the pace a little bit, they seem less aggressive than the others." He said to them, he leaned to the left to check on Adrianne. She had glowing purple eyes behind her mask. Zhevon muttered a curse, what these statues lacked in aggressive behaviour, at least one of them made up for cunning. A statue, or maybe multiple statues were pumping power into her staff, and thus power into her. If she released a bit of that power it would agitate the pack and bring them all upon them. He then checked on the Veteran and the Armsman, they were doing very well. He had seen an entire squad of Stormtroopers driven mad by the same creatures, causing the statues to screech with anger and then lunge into attack. He spoke again, "Come on, just a bit more. You're doing good."
@Skyrte Daemonologists can teleport? wots dis? I know that heretical psykers can do jumps but its super dangerous for em. All said though i'm not annoyed by the telly-porting. Its hardly lore hammer of the year.
Only telly-porting i really know of is by using a Telly beacon which is terminator and grey knight level tech.
Yep, says right there in the Lexicanum. From what I take from this entry is that Daemonology is two parts, one part study and another part psychic application.
wh40k.lexicanum.com/wiki/Daemonology
mfw getting of mwo
I'm pretty forgiving when it comes to Psyker powers, having never really delved into researching Psyker things myself. As long as it's not tearing-new-rifts-into-the-warp-to-one-shot-a-daemon-prince OP or summoning-an-eldrich-storm, I'm alright with it. I let teleportation go since Daemonologists can teleport.
I'm pretty forgiving when it comes to Psyker powers, having never really delved into researching Psyker things myself. As long as it's not tearing-new-rifts-into-the-warp-to-one-shot-a-daemon-prince OP or summoning-an-eldrich-storm, I'm alright with it. I let teleportation go since Daemonologists can teleport.
I'm not finding it in myself to get posts done in here. I'm dropping out, see you around.
Alright, thanks for the heads up. I'll move you to the Inactive Roster, maybe you can come back and get writing again.
I hath posted.
I'm taking some liberties with Daemons, since I feel that there is a lack of variety with Daemons. Only with the lesser creatures though, the stronger Daemons will be the same Bloodthirsters/Plaguebringers/etc that we know and love.
I'm taking some liberties with Daemons, since I feel that there is a lack of variety with Daemons. Only with the lesser creatures though, the stronger Daemons will be the same Bloodthirsters/Plaguebringers/etc that we know and love.
"Already done, Inquisitor. I've put M4R1-A on maximum video resolution, so she should have 24 hours of video and image memory storage. Just make sure she doesn't get shot." Adrianne replied.
"Good work."
She paused after Zhevon asked what she saw, "Corruption." She looked at Zhevon, "It is heavy in this building. The barrier between the physical realm and the warp is very weak here. I believe this is the source of daemonic presence that I sensed the moment we touched down on the planet at the spaceport. We should be on guard. The chance that there might be daemonic entities lurking in this building is high. Possibly some cultists as well, as there has to be someone who owns this place, lest the imperial authority would have moved in long ago." She paused again, putting a finger on her mask, "But... there is something else here, an object of power. It is an anomaly, unlike the corruptive influence of the warp that haunts the rest of this building, perhaps a powerful relic of some kind."
Zhevon scratched the side of his head and nodded slowly, "Very well. Keep an eye out for some sort of relic, we'll grab it and investigate it after we clear this Gallery."
"I would bet money that whatever the hell is in here knows we are here now, if it didn't know we were coming before. Cultists or Daemons. I'm not sure about this anomaly within a nest of corruption, to be frank, but burn that bridge once we get there..." Stukov remarked, keeping his eyes peeled."And I am positive that they know we are here. Whether or not they consider us a threat is what you should bet on." Zhevon replied, he had studied Daemonology in his time of training. He didn't need to, but he wanted to. Although he didn't have the capacity to perform the psychic abilities of Daemonology, he valued the knowledge it brought when it came the Immaterium.
"No guards. This is the kinda place that doesn't report to the police. Handle's their issues in house." Ben commented.
Zhevon nodded, looking at the two doors. He had received a sign telling him to go through the right door, but he thought about what lie beyond the left. He thought about the comment Ben made, about the owners handling their issues 'in house', he thought it was best. He knew a few Arbites that were too zealous, and overzealous Arbites often lead to blown covers and interference in the mission.
Right is always right. He thought.
"Let's move on, through the right door." He said to his team, trusting his Vindicare to be in position to provide them cover. He opened the door the same way he did with the entrance, with the tip of his sword, his inferno pistol at the ready. Once the door was half open, he saw that it was a hallway, filled with statues on each side. The windows providing some illumination, while the lights above were turned off. There were at least forty statues, twenty on each side. They were statues of women, of war heroes clad in armor, some of them nobles.
He immediately recognized the handiwork. "Emperor protect us." He whispered. He kept the door half open and turned to the other three. "Listen carefully. We are about to walk right by some statues. Walk slowly, no sudden movement. Do not speak to them, you may speak to each other, only in whispers, but do not speak to them. Do not act against them, you may look, but that's it. No matter how they tease, taunt, or insult." His voice grim, he kept the vox open so that his Vindicare would hear. "I will take point, once I step off, the next person will follow at the same pace as I, ten seconds after I leave. Then the next person goes after ten seconds. Psyker Valenthin will be the rearguard." Zhevon said, bowing his head to Adrianne. "Remember, don't startle them, do not fire unless we are attacked. Good luck, and don't stop."
He opened the door fully with his sword and strolled down the dim hallway, keeping his eyes forward. He kept his breathing steady, he casually held his sword at his side, and his inferno pistol in the same fashion, in a non-threatening way. He used the tip of his sword as sort of a walking stick. The only thing he heard was the tip quietly thudding against the rug, on the marble floor. Then he heard whispers. At the side of his vision, he saw the statues jaggedly moving, in a few seconds their movements were as fluid as liquid, never leaving their pedestals, they were dancing the most beautiful dance. He kept his eyes forward. Their eyes glowed an alluring pink, their once lifeless faces twisted into grins, smiles and laughter. Their whispers reached Zhevon's ears.
You could have her. She could be your slave, with a snap of your fingers. Why don't you? Why do you stay a servant, Zhevon Amoxa? You can have all the power in the galaxy and more. You lack ambition, we can give it to you.
Ten seconds had passed. All their eyes were on Zhevon, shining with that pink. He glanced behind him, he had only walked by the first four rows of statues, out of the twenty. It had felt like hours.
"Good work."
She paused after Zhevon asked what she saw, "Corruption." She looked at Zhevon, "It is heavy in this building. The barrier between the physical realm and the warp is very weak here. I believe this is the source of daemonic presence that I sensed the moment we touched down on the planet at the spaceport. We should be on guard. The chance that there might be daemonic entities lurking in this building is high. Possibly some cultists as well, as there has to be someone who owns this place, lest the imperial authority would have moved in long ago." She paused again, putting a finger on her mask, "But... there is something else here, an object of power. It is an anomaly, unlike the corruptive influence of the warp that haunts the rest of this building, perhaps a powerful relic of some kind."
Zhevon scratched the side of his head and nodded slowly, "Very well. Keep an eye out for some sort of relic, we'll grab it and investigate it after we clear this Gallery."
"I would bet money that whatever the hell is in here knows we are here now, if it didn't know we were coming before. Cultists or Daemons. I'm not sure about this anomaly within a nest of corruption, to be frank, but burn that bridge once we get there..." Stukov remarked, keeping his eyes peeled."And I am positive that they know we are here. Whether or not they consider us a threat is what you should bet on." Zhevon replied, he had studied Daemonology in his time of training. He didn't need to, but he wanted to. Although he didn't have the capacity to perform the psychic abilities of Daemonology, he valued the knowledge it brought when it came the Immaterium.
"No guards. This is the kinda place that doesn't report to the police. Handle's their issues in house." Ben commented.
Zhevon nodded, looking at the two doors. He had received a sign telling him to go through the right door, but he thought about what lie beyond the left. He thought about the comment Ben made, about the owners handling their issues 'in house', he thought it was best. He knew a few Arbites that were too zealous, and overzealous Arbites often lead to blown covers and interference in the mission.
Right is always right. He thought.
"Let's move on, through the right door." He said to his team, trusting his Vindicare to be in position to provide them cover. He opened the door the same way he did with the entrance, with the tip of his sword, his inferno pistol at the ready. Once the door was half open, he saw that it was a hallway, filled with statues on each side. The windows providing some illumination, while the lights above were turned off. There were at least forty statues, twenty on each side. They were statues of women, of war heroes clad in armor, some of them nobles.
He immediately recognized the handiwork. "Emperor protect us." He whispered. He kept the door half open and turned to the other three. "Listen carefully. We are about to walk right by some statues. Walk slowly, no sudden movement. Do not speak to them, you may speak to each other, only in whispers, but do not speak to them. Do not act against them, you may look, but that's it. No matter how they tease, taunt, or insult." His voice grim, he kept the vox open so that his Vindicare would hear. "I will take point, once I step off, the next person will follow at the same pace as I, ten seconds after I leave. Then the next person goes after ten seconds. Psyker Valenthin will be the rearguard." Zhevon said, bowing his head to Adrianne. "Remember, don't startle them, do not fire unless we are attacked. Good luck, and don't stop."
He opened the door fully with his sword and strolled down the dim hallway, keeping his eyes forward. He kept his breathing steady, he casually held his sword at his side, and his inferno pistol in the same fashion, in a non-threatening way. He used the tip of his sword as sort of a walking stick. The only thing he heard was the tip quietly thudding against the rug, on the marble floor. Then he heard whispers. At the side of his vision, he saw the statues jaggedly moving, in a few seconds their movements were as fluid as liquid, never leaving their pedestals, they were dancing the most beautiful dance. He kept his eyes forward. Their eyes glowed an alluring pink, their once lifeless faces twisted into grins, smiles and laughter. Their whispers reached Zhevon's ears.
You could have her. She could be your slave, with a snap of your fingers. Why don't you? Why do you stay a servant, Zhevon Amoxa? You can have all the power in the galaxy and more. You lack ambition, we can give it to you.
Ten seconds had passed. All their eyes were on Zhevon, shining with that pink. He glanced behind him, he had only walked by the first four rows of statues, out of the twenty. It had felt like hours.
Sorry, no post tonight. Will get one up tomorrow night.
Have this in the meantime.
youtube.com/watch?v=kkaOz48cq2g
Have this in the meantime.
youtube.com/watch?v=kkaOz48cq2g
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