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Shall we just assume everyone else is fumbling around or wait?
Well played, well played. 
<Snipped quote by KabenSaal>
Seems legit... go for it.
Don't trust that smiling sun.
Honour unto death!
"My oath is my bond. With which I shall endure unbowed and unbent.
My faith, my shield. With which I shall stand undaunted.
My duty, my strength. With which I shall remain steadfast
My zeal, my arms. With which I shall wage war."
These words were hushed across the vox, as the Chaplain knelt on the bloody floor professing his faith, words which granted him strength when the darkness was strongest and the light bleakest, the will to fight the words whispered in his ear, the vision flashing before him of blood and death, and the tendrils which threatened to pull him into the abyss. The Chaplains resolve was stronger than that.
The Chaplain rose, seeing his brothers being pulled down by the groping tendrils as they fought it's most unholy pull.
"Brothers, you must fight! Not with steel but with your will and faith. I fear weapons will be useless here. Remain strong and devout, I will see you free of this taint and the hellspawn which is to blame!" The Chaplains voice bellowed before being muted by the Daemons own. The voice of the damned, asking of him to slay his brethren, to betray everything he was and stood for, in return for his life. There would be no life worth living if he betrayed his kin, to die fighting was honor incarnate. For the first time, the Chaplain let free a howl of laughter.
"You degenerate! I shall not bargain with Daemons, fiends and impure all! My arms are at the Emperor's command. I answer to no other, living or dead. You have tested me, and now you shall be tested, before all of Terra and Mankind! This day, you face Aleros, Chaplain of the Black Templars!" The Templars voice boomed over the vox for all to hear, followed by a storm of bolter rounds released from the Chaplain's own Storm bolter towards the throne at the length of the room. Aleros began his charge, this would be his crusade to wage against the dark, and quite possibly his last.
Actions this turn;
Action 1: Chaplain Aleros fires his Storm bolter at the Throne
Action 2: Aleros begins his charge towards the throne (Assuming it will take more than one turn to get there)
My faith, my shield. With which I shall stand undaunted.
My duty, my strength. With which I shall remain steadfast
My zeal, my arms. With which I shall wage war."
These words were hushed across the vox, as the Chaplain knelt on the bloody floor professing his faith, words which granted him strength when the darkness was strongest and the light bleakest, the will to fight the words whispered in his ear, the vision flashing before him of blood and death, and the tendrils which threatened to pull him into the abyss. The Chaplains resolve was stronger than that.
The Chaplain rose, seeing his brothers being pulled down by the groping tendrils as they fought it's most unholy pull.
"Brothers, you must fight! Not with steel but with your will and faith. I fear weapons will be useless here. Remain strong and devout, I will see you free of this taint and the hellspawn which is to blame!" The Chaplains voice bellowed before being muted by the Daemons own. The voice of the damned, asking of him to slay his brethren, to betray everything he was and stood for, in return for his life. There would be no life worth living if he betrayed his kin, to die fighting was honor incarnate. For the first time, the Chaplain let free a howl of laughter.
"You degenerate! I shall not bargain with Daemons, fiends and impure all! My arms are at the Emperor's command. I answer to no other, living or dead. You have tested me, and now you shall be tested, before all of Terra and Mankind! This day, you face Aleros, Chaplain of the Black Templars!" The Templars voice boomed over the vox for all to hear, followed by a storm of bolter rounds released from the Chaplain's own Storm bolter towards the throne at the length of the room. Aleros began his charge, this would be his crusade to wage against the dark, and quite possibly his last.
Actions this turn;
Action 1: Chaplain Aleros fires his Storm bolter at the Throne
Action 2: Aleros begins his charge towards the throne (Assuming it will take more than one turn to get there)
Oh shit. Time for the Chaplain to get to work. That 5d6 Leadership was not misplaced.
A fun but good update, right?
Nope, which might be a contributing factor to my silence.
The knights gaze fell from wolf to wolf as they prowled around him, the slightest of movement it appeared would cause them to attack, to the boys father being savaged by wolves, it would be too late for the man. But the child in his arms could - would be saved of a similar fate. Whomever these wolves belonged to, this "lord" would pay the blood price. The light produced by the priestess had bought him some time to pull the child up onto the horse, and resulted in the death of a wolf under the horses hooves, but not enough time to escape.
"Look away child" Angriff spoke somberly to the child, his left arm wrapped around the boy keeping him firmly on the front of the saddle, in the cold embrace of metal. His right held firmly the hilt of a longsword. The longer he stayed in this standstill, the more the man screamed and the longer the wolves had to form around him. However, every second of time he bought would allow his party to escape or come to his aid.
Turning in his saddle, he took in the situation. Five of the wolves were circling him, three more prowled around the circle to prevent aid without a fight. These were hunters and intelligent ones at that. Two more were feasting upon the dying father, likely the alpha pair. He made eye contact with Azalea, he willed her to escape. However the child in his embrace removed that thought, if he fell today, so too would the child, and that would not be acceptable.
A sword swept in from the corner of his helmeted vision, striking at one of the wolves of the inner circle. Using this vital moment, Angriff kicked the horses flanks sending it charging towards Jorn and the wolf, seeing Jorn veer to the left after swiping at the beast, Angriff brought his own blade down, swinging at a second wolf near the first that Jorn had attacked of the inner circle, hoping to break free from the circle in his charge.
"Azalea, ride quickly!" He could hear and feel the wolves close in behind him as he charged in a similar direction of Jorn towards the villages walls.
"Jorn, you crazy bastard! I owe you a drink if we make it out of this!" He shouted over the din.
"Look away child" Angriff spoke somberly to the child, his left arm wrapped around the boy keeping him firmly on the front of the saddle, in the cold embrace of metal. His right held firmly the hilt of a longsword. The longer he stayed in this standstill, the more the man screamed and the longer the wolves had to form around him. However, every second of time he bought would allow his party to escape or come to his aid.
Turning in his saddle, he took in the situation. Five of the wolves were circling him, three more prowled around the circle to prevent aid without a fight. These were hunters and intelligent ones at that. Two more were feasting upon the dying father, likely the alpha pair. He made eye contact with Azalea, he willed her to escape. However the child in his embrace removed that thought, if he fell today, so too would the child, and that would not be acceptable.
A sword swept in from the corner of his helmeted vision, striking at one of the wolves of the inner circle. Using this vital moment, Angriff kicked the horses flanks sending it charging towards Jorn and the wolf, seeing Jorn veer to the left after swiping at the beast, Angriff brought his own blade down, swinging at a second wolf near the first that Jorn had attacked of the inner circle, hoping to break free from the circle in his charge.
"Azalea, ride quickly!" He could hear and feel the wolves close in behind him as he charged in a similar direction of Jorn towards the villages walls.
"Jorn, you crazy bastard! I owe you a drink if we make it out of this!" He shouted over the din.
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