Eisenhorn

A Tale of Three Moons

Weiland was quietly relieved that the construct, as he was more able to identify now after that stunt with the wrist and hand, was unharmed. It seemed like the construct in question had a built in repair function that would allow it to recover from minor injuries, which was good considering a fall like that had done notable damage to its wrist. It proceeded to ask the three of them where it had arrived at, which was curious considering that implied it had arrived without any sort of knowledge towards where this was. He knew the name of the place, and roughly where on a larger scale, but the young child had jumped in first and answered the question. Of course, Weiland was in no position to be answering the question when, surprisingly enough, a rather familiar face got right up into his and started mouthing off. Weiland's expression twisted into an amused smirk, not quite patronizing, but still amused all the same. "Well if it ain't the Boy Wonder! Ain't my fault you forgot flight wasn't one of your finer points, my friend."

The man was about to point out the fact that this was NOT the place to be picking fights when the young girl who had answered the construct's question promptly jumped in and started working to defuse Kyros from throwing down right here and now. He laughed lightly at her efforts, though not in an insulting manner, more amused by her courage in stepping in the fellow's warpath. "Your a saint, little lady, though I'm not nearly as innocent as you make me out to be. Me and the boy wonder have some history, though I'm wounded he never mentioned me!" Clearly joking, he mockingly clutched at his heart, as if he had been run through emotionally as well as physically. Of course, by now another young man had come up, calling out poor Kyros for his fiery temperament, no pun intended this time, and going on about how others might get hurt.

"Thanks kiddo, but I think he's gotten the point by now, second one to jump on boy wonder's hide about this." The young man looked, well, pale and not overly suited for any life outside that of a village or city really, though looks were often deceiving so he would try not to judge too much there. Doubly so, considering he had the kind of attire one would attribute to a traveler or wanderer of the wilds. At this point, though, Kyros seemed to be defused now and on the defensive footing over getting jumped, figuratively, by numerous people. Throughout all of this, his stance had not shifted very much, though while it looked like Kyros was going to jump him for a fight, he had shifted his weight backwards, to facilitate a quick departure. By now he had returned to a more comfortable distribution of weight for just casually standing around. Though the snapping sound of metal caught his attention again, turning his gaze back towards the construct he had collided with initially.

It seemed his, Weiland deciding to use male descriptors until told otherwise, body was capable of mending more rapidly than Weiland had originally estimated. Fascinating, which meant the power source was more potent than necessary for a model of that size. Yet, there was no glaringly obvious bulges or the like that indicated a oversized power supply fitting poorly. Advanced construction then, well beyond anything he'd seen out in the frontiers he had wandered. Though, he noted, the construct of a young (looking) man had to hold his wrist in place to facilitate a smoother transition for the repair. Most curious indeed, definitely not a combat model of any sort, yet that sort of repair system would be found as rather pointless on a mere companion or servant model. Body guard of some sort, then? If that was the case though, Weiland mused, where was his charge? For the briefest moments, Weiland's expression was curiously cloudy, making it difficult to read, but circumstances would quickly change it back to a pleasant enough, if neutral, one.

By now, the middle aged sellsword was snapped out of his thoughts by Kyros' loud and booming voice inviting the gathered folks to dinner. The construct spoke up again, agreeing to accompany the group and referencing the whole idea of caskets as well. Weiland snorted briefly, a fairly undignified gesture, but one of amusement all the same. "Aye, I'll come along as well boy wonder. Though I'm not paying for anyone's food except my own, no trying to dump the debt on me again. Though, I must admit..." Weiland turned his gaze onto the construct once more, noting a cloaked figure as well who had asked after the construct's well being. The cloak was rather curious, noting the way it settled and moved was far heavier than anything appropriate for the climate, and short of the farthest northern stretches, would remain so. He would keep an eye on the young man should he also choose to follow along, but for now he addressed the construct. "A youthful construct, foreign in accent and unaware of the very village he arrived in recovering near as well as soldier constructs I encountered years ago is a surprising thing to encounter this far from any centers of Magitech. It makes for quite the curious picture, no?"

WARHAMMER 40K: THE TARSON INCURSION

Yeah, afraid I really don't have anything worth posting at this moment, or I would have broken this chain of silence by now.

A Tale of Three Moons

"Right, get that to the mages now mates, those critters on our way out of that place slowed us down more than we thought! Don't forget to track down that Adventurer who is holding our pay, we don't work for free after all!" A group of mercenaries that had been hired on by the Adventurer's guild were making their way in from one of the side ways into the town, among them being a man who looked a tad old for simple mercenary work. Of course, he was very much beyond a humble mercenary, but he wasn't one to brag. Instead, he was currently tracking down the Guild liaison he had to report the artifact's arrival to, since they had been delayed by unforeseen circumstances. Of course, it did not take terribly long to track down such a man, as he had been trying to track down the mercenary as well. The two did not speak for long, little of consequence outside coin changing hands for services rendered. Sometimes such Guilds needed to contract outside their typical manpower, for a variety of reasons, and men like Weiland Voss often found themselves filling in for such roles. Tipping his imaginary hat to the man as he rushed off to facilitate the relic being added to the displays discreetly, Voss reckoned he might as well stay for awhile and see the sights. He hadn't been this far out of the way of his usual stomping grounds, as it were, in quite some time and it was clearly a festival day after all.

Slipping his hands into the snow white pockets of his coat, Weiland strolled into the main streets of the town where the stands and displays were set up proper, idly wandering along humming to himself, pausing at random to inspect the odd relic or food stand. They all seemed to be serving similar versions of the same dish, not that it looked bad, it looked a damn sight better than the rations he had been eating during the trek out and back for the item they were contracted to find. He would have to snag himself a bowl at some point, but he wasn't quite hungry enough for that gamble yet. Besides, he needed to maintain the light schedule of eating he typically worked on when, well, working. He had to adjust how his heavy looking blade and pistol rested, mostly to avoid jostling people or otherwise hooking onto things he most certainly did not want to, while the pistol was shifted to prevent it from being easily grabbed. Old tricks, paranoia even, but having his weapon snatched at enough times taught him that lesson all too well.

Considering he wasn't actively paying attention to where he was walking, busy with adjusting how his kit was being carried, Voss completely failed to avoid running into a young....man? Woman? Weiland was snapped out of his distracted state, realizing he had run into someone a couple inches shorter than him, far more fancifully dressed, and had seemed rather focused on the food around them, to an almost obsessive degree to a casual observer like Weiland. Still, he hadn't meant to jostle the young...person, as he still couldn't pin a gender down pat, and apologized frankly enough. "Agh, sorry 'bout that friend. Guess I got distracted by all the goings on 'round these parts right now, eh?" He chuckled easily, taking the blame for the collision without any hesitation, it had been his fault after all, and the last thing he needed was to be getting into trouble so soon after his return. Though he had to admit, he was rather curious at how solid the impact had been for someone as slight looking as this...person had been.

@Lumiere

Fire Emblem: A Blinding Light

Voss

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"I'd much rather you quietly surrender and stop making a needless amount of noise, but you seem hell bent on suicide by combat..." The Shaman was muttering under his breath now as the man, instead of charging him like any decent man might, instead grabbed the thief and carried him along like a living missile. Add in the fact the man had decided to lob a disabled man at him to try and force an edge in the fight, and Voss had to conclude that the man's intelligence was certainly not among his strong suits. Though he was alarmingly accurate, Voss had few options in regards to direction. Backwards, which wouldn't actually get him out of the way, either side would invite a gold toss as to whether or he guessed the man's dominant sword hand right. That left a rather obvious choice, albeit one that would likely hurt. Running forward, he quickly swapped to his Nosferatu tome in anticipation for injuries, throwing himself forward to avoid the thief and aimed to tumble past the sword arm side of Morag, hoping to get past him with minimal injury by robbing him of that diagonal stroke's intended location.

Voss knew full well he had likely been clipped by the blade, which would have damaged his robes as well as himself, he narrowed his eyes briefly as he raised his palm towards Morag. Unlike the Flux he had entered the room with, he still clung onto his Nosferatu tome, channeling a singular strike with the spell. He always prided himself on landing his hits, even if he couldn't overwhelm his foes in a barrage of attacks, and it would hopefully give him an edge in keeping himself alive longer.

Fire Emblem: A Blinding Light

I shall endeavor to have a post out no later than Friday, assuming everything goes smoothly it will be before that.

WARHAMMER 40K: THE TARSON INCURSION

"That will suffice ma'am, once we are close enough, stealth will likely no longer be an option regardless of our ability to scout ahead. Chaos forces have a tendency to detect intrusion into sufficiently corrupt areas despite better efforts." Considering 'that will suffice' was as close as the Krieger was going to get to saying thank you, he turned his attention to the tech heretic as she spoke up about explosives. The Grenadier cocked an eyebrow under his mask, the gesture unreadable due to the rebreather, but one could almost sense the reaction that a veteran Guardsman might have with a mercenary just jumping in and effectively doing his job for him. But, he didn't say a word in regards to her remark, instead he was about to sling the bag of explosives he was carrying up to this point over for the mercenary to sift through when the Psyker once again garnered his attention.

Her remark on the melta bombs was accurate enough, considering the plan he suspected that the mercenary was putting together simply boiled down to strap as many explosives as she could into one massive bomb, plant it on a load bearing support, and detonate. It would probably work from sheer brute force, if nothing else, but he would have much rather simply plant them in several locations and detonate at once. But the psyker's question warranted a response, even if her glare could be detected well enough given her intense downward stare, which the Kriegsman had yet to even look up to meet the much taller gaze. "I have frags, which will not help, krak grenades, which could provide secondary effect, and a few demolition charges. She can utilize all explosives I have except for two demolition charges, the other two I will retain for secondary demolition needs. The Psyker should save her melta bombs for vehicles or Traitor Astartes, as needed."

With that, he set the bag of explosives Ansgar had been hauling around down in front of the tech heretic for her to sift through. True to his word, there were a number of frags, kraks, and four demolition charges. Considering she had free access to all but two demo charges, it should likely be enough explosives to more than suit her needs. Leave it to a Grenadier to have enough explosives to clear an entire building out, or even outright collapse it. It was at this point the Krieger chose to meet the strange, staring gaze that the psyker had been giving him up to this point, simply making an open remark towards her gaze with two words, muffled yet neutral despite the accusatory nature one might feel from such a gaze. "Yes, ma'am?"

WARHAMMER 40K: THE TARSON INCURSION

Well, if you insist @Andromedai.

WARHAMMER 40K: THE TARSON INCURSION

Ansgar was silent in regards to the Psyker's explanation on the name she had yelled. The grenadier had missed this during the explosion, the concussive force having robbed him of being able to hear the name over the sound and sensation of being thrown clear of a vehicle as it erupted in a roaring inferno. While others might have started noticing the tenuously thin fabric of reality, Ansgar was oblivious to its usual signs, prior exposure plus the debriefing he'd received at the hands of the Ordo Malleus had left him numb to the warp. Still able to be affected by it, but resilient to its taint and whispers all the same. If the others were blunts, he might as well have been as blunt as a brick wall. That didn't make him unawares, that same experience demanded his full awareness of how easily reality could fail this close to a breach leading to the Immaterium, he merely couldn't rely on certain conventional signs. Whether he believed the psyker or not really depended on whether or not the Celestian did, and he would follow orders as necessary beyond that.

The psyker backing up his statement was, while welcome, unnecessary. He spoke from experience, and he would let his superior take that information as she saw fit. She did seem to misconstrue things a tad, considering it was unlikely they had any sort of waiting Ace, as she had put it. They had what was on them, and the Emperor's blessings, and that would have to suffice. "As I said already ma'am, the odds of friendly reinforcements are slim at best. It falls to us to bring this gate down, before it reaches its peak functionality. However, we may not have to proceed along this main access tunnel. When we encountered the first wave of mutated cultists, who were surging out to oppose us, they were using secondary tunnels. Which likely means there are multiple access tunnels into this main opening beneath the Cathedral. If they are expecting a continued frontal assault, they will concentrate their forces in this primary access shaft, which could give us an edge in flanking them and striking at the gate directly while they attempt to organize their response. Chaos is many things, but disciplined and organized are rarely chief among them."

The grenadier paused, checking his explosives bag he was carrying for how much he had left. Several frags, kraks, and a few demolition charges he had acquired from the forge armory, the latter would likely be enough to render the gate inoperable at worst, or destroyed at best. He was not comfortable with how much he had spoken at this point, considering it out of place normally, but here he was probably speaking more in this situation than he had the entire rest of the time surface side so far. Even so, he had been addressing the psyker's remark towards an ace in the sleeve, as she had put it, with a plan that would, with the Emperor's blessing and a bit of luck, mitigate the odds of them encountering further traitor marines. "Ma'am, as we move forward, is it possible for you to discern active physical threats from immaterial ones that are yet to manifest? That would expedite our approach immensely."

WARHAMMER 40K: THE TARSON INCURSION

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This is Ansgar and Adrianne's chance to kick off on a long, pointless 30 post long conversation about something random/a party member to the chagrin of the slower posters!!! >:D

@Rithy

Well, when you put it like that, I would be remiss to not post something at least.

WARHAMMER 40K: THE TARSON INCURSION

I don't have much else to post rather than the Krieger just sitting around and continuing to wait.