Secret of the Broken spire

She hasn't noticed him, still walking towards the manor, the burnt ground crunching under her armoured boots.

Silas: Sororita.

The Sister pulls out her bolt pistol with blurring speed, the barrel pointing in his direction.

"Who are you?" She says with caution, aiming down the sight.

Silas: I'm Silas Gowthe, veteran guardsman.
*He does the aquila sign*

OOC: i have returned, female dogs!

She lowers the pistol.

"You do not lie, I hear it in your voice"

back for a bit

*He comes closer*
Silas: And you are?

"I... don't know, my name is lost to me" she says, gesturing to the large gash on her helmet.

"I woke up like this, everyone I knew is dead, even my own identity is dead" she says, shrugging.

how long would you say you've been travelling towards the manor since you entered the city?

Ooc:Well, woke up at dawn, and its dusk now, so a day and a half or so

OOC good. that gives me a good judgement as to where you are
IC *the two hear a screech from above. an incredibly loud one*

OOC: hello!!! I'm ready to lose my soul to some random woman I just met again

The Sister looks up, trying to see where it's coming from"

Gorath wrote:

"yes." she kneels and flips the dead ork so she faces its back "when the orks came, these tanks should have kept them at bay. but with the push of a button, their spirits fell. either they were vanquished, or they turned on their masters"

this was for you bush

the sister feels a rush of air

*He looks up and grabs his autorifle*

"We have to get to the manor, whatever this thing is, we can take cover from it inside!" She says, breaking into a run.

she hears a flapping from the direction of the manor

OOC: oh right

*he looks at the surrounding tanks*
"Their morale dropped and they got charged by something"
*he softly runs his hand down a fairly large gash in a neary Russ*

"The emperor protects" 

She keeps sprinting, looking to the manor to try and see something.

"No. the machine's spirits were what I referred to"

she sees a shape in the air

Silas: No, get back!

She dives, keeping close to the ground, pistol in her hand.

Brb

up ahead she sees a pair if IG, looking terrified, sprinting towards them away from the shape
a shape that at this point is clearly a heldrake

"Oh, in that case I do not know"
*he looks back to her*

"it was this ork. some device of his felled the machine spirits"

OOC: so not numerical superiority or the application of a power klaw

"Would you like for me to infiltrate the ork camp and attempt to find out?"

OOC back, and I still await an answer

she reaches down and opens the large mechanical pack on the ork's back. inside is a strange device, a pulsating crystal at the center of it

two figures, in arbite pattern carapace armour, shotguns in hand, but with blank expressionless masks covering their faces and all imperial symbols removed, round the corner infront of the ork

"Or not"

she removes the device from the backpack, leaving the backpack sparking

She gets up, quietly making her way around, waving at The guard.

"finally an actual fight!"
he barrages down the corridor

The member 'Faelwen' has done the following action : Challange Fate

'd100' : 63, 34, 72, 78, 87, 18, 18, 16, 62, 6, 65, 87, 18, 22, 25, 20, 93, 1

Anyone noticed the new topic I made

she is too late. the heldrake dives, and the guardsmen are both consumed in a torrent of fire, screaming

most of the shots miss, a couple glancing off their armour as they both fire

The member 'Gorath' has done the following action : Challange Fate

'd100' : 91, 55

"....."

one shot takes the ork right in the shoulder

"Where will you go now?"

She sprints in The confusion, heading for The manor

OOC: I hope you don't mind me advertising the thread I will be typing up the premesis of soon gorath

https://warhammerrejects.forumotion.com/t129-space-marine

OOC ya'll mofos should read dis
http://www.belloflostsouls.net/2014/09/40k-end-times.html

the manor is still a few miles away. the heldrake circles around and perches atop a large clocktower between the sister and the manor

"Raah! quit shooting me!"

...

The member 'Faelwen' has done the following action : Challange Fate

'd100' : 89, 77, 39, 80, 94, 70, 57, 25, 40, 62, 90, 62, 1, 43, 21, 87, 1, 46, 43, 33, 15, 38, 73, 58, 46, 71, 1, 60, 44, 43

OOC btw his shoota has a mag of 60 bullets, 30 per barrel

a few make their mark, taking one down

OOC also you do realize I almost have the reigns on what weapon I can make if I maintain position long enough, right? just tear my surroundings apart and upgrade my kit

"hah! not so tough now huh humie?"
he blast the last of his magazine at the arbite