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Nice entrance, I like it.
As long as they don't start burning random psykers on stakes, Adrianne will be fine with it ^^
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As long as they don't start burning random psykers on stakes, Adrianne will be fine with it ^^
I would note that very few 40k characters ever seem to have anything left to see in the universe. So inured to random happenstance disasters that nothing surprises them anymore. Seems to utterly bypass much of the point of 40k if your so cool that daemons are just a fact of life to you. And if every character that claimed to have been on a ship during a warp incursion or crippling was telling the truth there would be no human ships left.
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Rolls for the roll throne!
All glory and worship to the gods of dice!
Speaking of inventory, Adrianne will probably try to stop at the Imperial Walmart on her way to the safehouse. Her psychic powers can give her insane munchies!
"Your mind is your strongest weapon."
That's my fav saying ^_^
That's my fav saying ^_^
Adrianne Valenthin
"Scylla" [Custom-Built Handgun], .50 caliber, 7 round clip size x 3 carried.
Current magazine status: 6/7, 7/7, 7/7.
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Adrianne's smile faded away as Zhevon began to lecture her on his soldier's philosophy. Though she did by no means disagree with the Inquisitor's words, she felt the very act belittling. As if the Inquisitor viewed her as having to previous experience whatsoever!
Such a thing couldn't be further from the truth!
She had watched as the very maw of chaos open up and almost swallow the very planet she had stood on! The petty voices that had driven others insane had been like a deafening chorus of madness to her! Yet she had not broken, she had not balked! While others had seen but the destruction at the periphery of the storm, she had seen its very eye; a blinding mass of eldritch horror, the true end of all things!
"I wish the only thing I saw was merely the death and destruction of the physical battlefield, the carnage revealed to the naked eye." Adrianne finally spoke as she gazed at Zhevon, her eyes narrowing.
"Because for those who have seen past it all, and into the beyond, one realizes; that seen in the light of all things, death is a mercy."
At the end, Adrianne nodded. She did not doubt the things that Zhevon had seen, but she doubted that the Inquisitor could ever hope to see the world the way she did. Indeed, it may perhaps be a blessing that he never had her psychic sight. Many veterans may have believed they had seen the worst the galaxy had to offer them, but what they had merely seen were the limbs of the beast amidst the shade. To psykers, there were no secrets, no shrouding mist. They saw it all, the universe in all its glory and grandeur, as well as its maddening horror!
"Now then, we'll find this relic that you spoke of before. Perhaps we'll borrow a page from the Blood Ravens..."
Adrianne would soon snap out of her contemplation at Zhevon's proposition, and nodded. Indeed, it would be better to continue their search than linger about!
Stepping into the showroom, helmet hanging at her side, Adrianne would plant her staff in the floor and looked about.
Though it was empty, she could still feel the corrupting presence of the building seething in the air of the room. There was really no escape from the piercing corruption... except for the roof, which felt light for some reason.
"The anomaly... it's close." She would speak with a distant look on her eyes, as if she wasn't looking at anything in particular but merely staring at the air. She'd turn towards some stairs at the side of the room, and walk up through them.
The stairs were made out of old planks beneath a dusty carpet. Every time she placed the sole of her metal boot down, it was as if the entire staircase came to life and began creaking. It must have been a nerve-pulling and excruciating experience for most people, as for all they knew, they might very well alert every other enemy on the floor to their approach. But Adrianne knew that there was nothing to fear. Even before she reached the top of the stairs, she had seen the room in her vision.
As they reached the next floor, they found themselves in a dusty, old art storeroom. Ancient and venerable furniture had been stacked into the corners. The red drapery was full of cobwebs, and numerous boxes of old paintings and lesser sculptures dotted the carpet.
Yet like a dog who had caught a sublime scent, Adrianne walked right past the junk, straight towards a large pile of books, scrolls and boxes in the corner! Reaching out a hand, she would brush some scrolls aside, causing a small landslide of dust to pour onto the floor.
Behind the scrolls and junk was what looked like a shield of some sorts.
Grabbing the edge, she'd pull the heavy object halfway out of the pile to reveal an ancient combat shield with the shape of a cruciform. Yet despite its age, its red and white paint seemed pristine. Any dust that fell on it quickly rolled off it, and its metal felt warm to the touch. Added to the shield were various sigils and purity seals,
"I have seen a shield like this before, in the possession of an Astartes!" Adrianne would speak as the psyker studied the shield.
"But this feels different. It is blessed with a powerful aura of purity, capable of chasing away the corruptive influence of this building. This is no petty relic, but an object of power!"
To stand in the presence of the shield was a peaceful experience. The whispers that had haunted her mind in the rest of the house were completely gone. The otherwise tense muscles in her body began to relax, inducing an almost drowsy sensation as her fight and flight instinct began to fade. She had not felt this kind of serenity in a long time!
"I believe we have found the object we were looking for!"
Adrianne would turn to smile to Zhevon, as the psyker seemed genuinely excited at the prospect!
"Mind you, it's a little heavy."
"Scylla" [Custom-Built Handgun], .50 caliber, 7 round clip size x 3 carried.
Current magazine status: 6/7, 7/7, 7/7.
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Adrianne's smile faded away as Zhevon began to lecture her on his soldier's philosophy. Though she did by no means disagree with the Inquisitor's words, she felt the very act belittling. As if the Inquisitor viewed her as having to previous experience whatsoever!
Such a thing couldn't be further from the truth!
She had watched as the very maw of chaos open up and almost swallow the very planet she had stood on! The petty voices that had driven others insane had been like a deafening chorus of madness to her! Yet she had not broken, she had not balked! While others had seen but the destruction at the periphery of the storm, she had seen its very eye; a blinding mass of eldritch horror, the true end of all things!
"I wish the only thing I saw was merely the death and destruction of the physical battlefield, the carnage revealed to the naked eye." Adrianne finally spoke as she gazed at Zhevon, her eyes narrowing.
"Because for those who have seen past it all, and into the beyond, one realizes; that seen in the light of all things, death is a mercy."
At the end, Adrianne nodded. She did not doubt the things that Zhevon had seen, but she doubted that the Inquisitor could ever hope to see the world the way she did. Indeed, it may perhaps be a blessing that he never had her psychic sight. Many veterans may have believed they had seen the worst the galaxy had to offer them, but what they had merely seen were the limbs of the beast amidst the shade. To psykers, there were no secrets, no shrouding mist. They saw it all, the universe in all its glory and grandeur, as well as its maddening horror!
"Now then, we'll find this relic that you spoke of before. Perhaps we'll borrow a page from the Blood Ravens..."
Adrianne would soon snap out of her contemplation at Zhevon's proposition, and nodded. Indeed, it would be better to continue their search than linger about!
Stepping into the showroom, helmet hanging at her side, Adrianne would plant her staff in the floor and looked about.
Though it was empty, she could still feel the corrupting presence of the building seething in the air of the room. There was really no escape from the piercing corruption... except for the roof, which felt light for some reason.
"The anomaly... it's close." She would speak with a distant look on her eyes, as if she wasn't looking at anything in particular but merely staring at the air. She'd turn towards some stairs at the side of the room, and walk up through them.
The stairs were made out of old planks beneath a dusty carpet. Every time she placed the sole of her metal boot down, it was as if the entire staircase came to life and began creaking. It must have been a nerve-pulling and excruciating experience for most people, as for all they knew, they might very well alert every other enemy on the floor to their approach. But Adrianne knew that there was nothing to fear. Even before she reached the top of the stairs, she had seen the room in her vision.
As they reached the next floor, they found themselves in a dusty, old art storeroom. Ancient and venerable furniture had been stacked into the corners. The red drapery was full of cobwebs, and numerous boxes of old paintings and lesser sculptures dotted the carpet.
Yet like a dog who had caught a sublime scent, Adrianne walked right past the junk, straight towards a large pile of books, scrolls and boxes in the corner! Reaching out a hand, she would brush some scrolls aside, causing a small landslide of dust to pour onto the floor.
Behind the scrolls and junk was what looked like a shield of some sorts.
Grabbing the edge, she'd pull the heavy object halfway out of the pile to reveal an ancient combat shield with the shape of a cruciform. Yet despite its age, its red and white paint seemed pristine. Any dust that fell on it quickly rolled off it, and its metal felt warm to the touch. Added to the shield were various sigils and purity seals,
"I have seen a shield like this before, in the possession of an Astartes!" Adrianne would speak as the psyker studied the shield.
"But this feels different. It is blessed with a powerful aura of purity, capable of chasing away the corruptive influence of this building. This is no petty relic, but an object of power!"
To stand in the presence of the shield was a peaceful experience. The whispers that had haunted her mind in the rest of the house were completely gone. The otherwise tense muscles in her body began to relax, inducing an almost drowsy sensation as her fight and flight instinct began to fade. She had not felt this kind of serenity in a long time!
"I believe we have found the object we were looking for!"
Adrianne would turn to smile to Zhevon, as the psyker seemed genuinely excited at the prospect!
"Mind you, it's a little heavy."
I am going to be to busy to keep up with this. I have to many projects. Good thing I never really got involved
Awww, I'm so sad to hear that :( (and totally NOT because I had planned to have Adrianne antagonize Lykinia to no end or sumthin' ^_^)
"Now take that Sabre outside, and if you intend to return without it please respect our customs. Thank you.”
Serphia glared down at Thea from where she sat upon her black nightsaber, almost like a predator eyeing a potential prey! She did not much care about the ramblings of the fat priestess Clarissa. Rather, Thea's seemingly unphased gaze was almost a direct affront to her. Did the little human not know that she was standing in front of a venerated officer of the Sentinel Army, protectors of the world and chosen of Elune?!
"I do not think I have any intention of returning here." Serphia spoke as she grabbed ahold of Silafeen's reins. The saber growled as it moved its head to look across the nave with a teethed grin, particularly at the more chubby priestess Clarissa as if the nightsaber wouldn't mind staying for a while more!
"Just make sure that Ra,-" Serphia was about to speak, before suddenly pausing as she looked away from Thea and towards Liam, as the young priest was tilting back and forth as he struggled to carry the Blood Elf in a straight line! It almost looked as though Priest Gray was about to collapse under her any moment!
"Puny humies, can't even carry a midget elf!?"
" ... make sure the Sin'dorei scum does not expire." Serphia would finally continue, as Ripfang began to step down the steps from the altar to stand besides Thea. Serphia looked down at the human, who looked almost like a dwarf next to the large Night Elf mounted on her equally large and fiercesome saber!
"If she were to die, that would soil my honor as a warrior! And any who would dare blemish my pride... "
Serphia didn't say anything more, instead resuming to glare across the nave with an utmost threatening gaze that could only promise eternal woes and perils to any who did not obey her will!
*
While in the conversation with Liaena, Rithrynn's ears would suddenly twitch as her gaze shot past Liaena and up towards the stairs leading up to the nave.
"Did you hear that?"
"Let go off me!"
"Mffghh, bitch!"
"Ahh, I'll kick your butt!"
Rithrynn seemed to be ignoring the scuffle that was taking place behind her in the corridor, instead focusing on listening to the faint voices that she had heard coming from upstairs! Moments passed as she simply listened intently, before her eyes passed back down to Liaena.
"I think that was the voice of mistress!"
Serphia glared down at Thea from where she sat upon her black nightsaber, almost like a predator eyeing a potential prey! She did not much care about the ramblings of the fat priestess Clarissa. Rather, Thea's seemingly unphased gaze was almost a direct affront to her. Did the little human not know that she was standing in front of a venerated officer of the Sentinel Army, protectors of the world and chosen of Elune?!
"I do not think I have any intention of returning here." Serphia spoke as she grabbed ahold of Silafeen's reins. The saber growled as it moved its head to look across the nave with a teethed grin, particularly at the more chubby priestess Clarissa as if the nightsaber wouldn't mind staying for a while more!
"Just make sure that Ra,-" Serphia was about to speak, before suddenly pausing as she looked away from Thea and towards Liam, as the young priest was tilting back and forth as he struggled to carry the Blood Elf in a straight line! It almost looked as though Priest Gray was about to collapse under her any moment!
"Puny humies, can't even carry a midget elf!?"
" ... make sure the Sin'dorei scum does not expire." Serphia would finally continue, as Ripfang began to step down the steps from the altar to stand besides Thea. Serphia looked down at the human, who looked almost like a dwarf next to the large Night Elf mounted on her equally large and fiercesome saber!
"If she were to die, that would soil my honor as a warrior! And any who would dare blemish my pride... "
Serphia didn't say anything more, instead resuming to glare across the nave with an utmost threatening gaze that could only promise eternal woes and perils to any who did not obey her will!
*
While in the conversation with Liaena, Rithrynn's ears would suddenly twitch as her gaze shot past Liaena and up towards the stairs leading up to the nave.
"Did you hear that?"
"Let go off me!"
"Mffghh, bitch!"
"Ahh, I'll kick your butt!"
Rithrynn seemed to be ignoring the scuffle that was taking place behind her in the corridor, instead focusing on listening to the faint voices that she had heard coming from upstairs! Moments passed as she simply listened intently, before her eyes passed back down to Liaena.
"I think that was the voice of mistress!"
At no fault of her own i'm sure
don't worry, Adrianne has learnt one of the hidden arts of Terra, known in its ancient language as "The adorably cuddly-woffly kitten eyes!" ^_^
It's helped her in the past!
Adrianne: "Oh boy, here we go again!"
suffice it to say, she has experience with the 'blame the psyker' game xD
suffice it to say, she has experience with the 'blame the psyker' game xD
"Everyone except Psyker Valenthin will go with him to a safe house."
"That's usually not a good sign!"
Adrianne, although ever so slightly alarmed, remained quiet as the rest of the group departed from the gallery. Being singled out for whatever reasons, whether it be quarantine or general grilling, was something she was quite used to. After all, she was the psyker; which made her special, but not always for the better.
As the excitement from the battle ebbed away, she could feel the exhaustion hit her like an anvil out of nowhere! It felt as if she had been stomped flat by a particularly angry warboss, as her muscles ached in every part of her body!
When the Inquisitor finally returned to her, alone as they now were in the hallway, the inquisitor would look at the large, gaping hole in the building before making a comment.
"I said a small one."
"There is no such thing as a 'small' vortex. When you tear the very fabric of reality apart, you never know what you are going to get." Adrianne commented as she gazed back at Zhevon from behind her skeletal mask.
Moving her hands up to her helmet, she'd depressurize it and remove it, instead holding it under her right arm and letting her snow-white hair flow down her neck as she looked back at Zhevon with her deep, purple eyes. Whatever warp glow that may have haunted them previously had by now burnt out and was long gone. Although her helmet and armor may have been covered in dust and grime, the psyker's face remained pristine and clean, shielded as it had been beneath her gear.
She would stare at Zhevon for a moment with an unmoving gaze, before Adrianne would conjure up a small smile on her lips as she looked at the Inquisitor.
"Speak your mind, Inquisitor. I will listen to you."
Her gaze was only interrupted by a small series of beeps suddenly emanating from further back at the end of the hallway, as her servo-skull, M4R1-A appeared around the corner to hover into the ruined corridor where they stood! M4R1-A would pass them by, spinning around to scan them, before continuing out into the lobby area.
As the servo skull passed out of sight yet again, Adrianne would shrug, before returning her gaze towards Zhevon.
"That's usually not a good sign!"
Adrianne, although ever so slightly alarmed, remained quiet as the rest of the group departed from the gallery. Being singled out for whatever reasons, whether it be quarantine or general grilling, was something she was quite used to. After all, she was the psyker; which made her special, but not always for the better.
As the excitement from the battle ebbed away, she could feel the exhaustion hit her like an anvil out of nowhere! It felt as if she had been stomped flat by a particularly angry warboss, as her muscles ached in every part of her body!
When the Inquisitor finally returned to her, alone as they now were in the hallway, the inquisitor would look at the large, gaping hole in the building before making a comment.
"I said a small one."
"There is no such thing as a 'small' vortex. When you tear the very fabric of reality apart, you never know what you are going to get." Adrianne commented as she gazed back at Zhevon from behind her skeletal mask.
Moving her hands up to her helmet, she'd depressurize it and remove it, instead holding it under her right arm and letting her snow-white hair flow down her neck as she looked back at Zhevon with her deep, purple eyes. Whatever warp glow that may have haunted them previously had by now burnt out and was long gone. Although her helmet and armor may have been covered in dust and grime, the psyker's face remained pristine and clean, shielded as it had been beneath her gear.
She would stare at Zhevon for a moment with an unmoving gaze, before Adrianne would conjure up a small smile on her lips as she looked at the Inquisitor.
"Speak your mind, Inquisitor. I will listen to you."
Her gaze was only interrupted by a small series of beeps suddenly emanating from further back at the end of the hallway, as her servo-skull, M4R1-A appeared around the corner to hover into the ruined corridor where they stood! M4R1-A would pass them by, spinning around to scan them, before continuing out into the lobby area.
As the servo skull passed out of sight yet again, Adrianne would shrug, before returning her gaze towards Zhevon.
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