Quest Completed!
The Bird
tEM IS GUD...RITER!
- Location
- In that den of villains and scum, OKLAHOMA
You carefully aim your gun, and fire. Your target is the various nobs. Each shot, you feel a little....drain. You ignore it and keep firing. 'One shot. One kill. One shot. One kill.' You mentally chant as you fire off powershots. With each, you pick off a Nob.
Eventually, though, you feel whatever energy you were using to power your shots go....empty. As such, you begin using regular shots, which do far less damage.
Of course, all around you, your allies are fighting. The Sisters rush the Orks, attempting to burn them down with their flamers. Indeed, they manage to kill several Nobz before they begin to fall under the barrage of Ork fire.
The guardsmen attempt to help as well, firing off laser after laser in a attempt to cull the horde. As with the Sisters charge, this manages to slowly wear down the Ork Nobs, though it's a bit of a slugging match, with both sides taking causualties. Indeed, once or twice you feel something impact you while you fire, reducing your HP.
HP REDUCED BY 50. 50 HP REMAINING
Ophelia's duel with the Ork leader goes....poorly. Despite being a extremely skilled and well equipped fighter, she's no match for the inhuman brute strength of the Ork, who slowly begins to wear her down. You can see her begin to tire out while that monstrous greenskin seems no worse for the wear...
Until, out of the blue, he's engulfed in flame. Intense, burning flame, the heat of which you can feel from a distance. The Ork roars in pain and rage and attempts to continue his assault, but the engulfing fire weakens him, allowing Ophelia to slice him to bits with her blade. "And that," you hear from the Psyker beside you, "is check mate." For a moment, you feel a intense chill as frost covers your gear, which passes, thankfully, the frost melting from the overbearing heat.
With their leaders death, many of the remaining Orks panic, and attempt to flee. Those who remain are cut down with ease, disorganized by the death of their leader.
The battle is won.
Quest Completed!
You have slain Lockdown, avenging the humans he captured and used for bloodsport!
+1000 EXP! You have leveled up! You are now level 23! You have earned a title! You have earned a Perk Point!
Title Earned:
Novice Ork Slayer: +5% Damage against Ork kind, Ork WP is reduced by 5% when fighting you
Well. That was...useful?
Anyways, after the last of the Orks are mopped up, Ophelia walks over to the Ork leader and quickly looks through what's left of it. "Well. Psyker, it seems your little trick reduced the detonator to slag." She said as she stood up. "We don't have to worry about the ship getting destroyed, at the very least."
It was then that you heard a very distant explosion.
"That....would probably be the rest of the guard attempting to break through." She stated. "Well. Let's go greet them, shall we?"
A while later, your sitting around. Ophelia had been right. It had been the Imperial Guard breaking through. At present, they were doing a sweep through the ship, to free captives and slay the remaining Orks. You and several others had opted to take a break, since what was left was essentially busywork.
As you sat, you were approached by none other than Captain Knock, hands in pocket, lit Lho-Stick in mouth. "Hey kid. My men tell me you did good, kept your head under pressure." You blink.
"Uh, thanks?" You say, apprehensive.
Knock shrugs. "Look, won't sugarcoat it. The Caleondian Rough Riders took heavy casualties. Sure, we'll be getting replacements, but until then, we have a couple of slots open. Wanted to know if you wanted a spot."
You think it over. Being a member of the Imperial Guard...On the one hand, incredibly dangerous. On the other, few jobs were as prestigious. You open your mouth, only to get cut off.
"Don't gimme yer answer now. I want you to sit on it a bit. If yer interested, come talk to me later." With that, he turned and walked off.
Even more later, you were approached by none other than Maximillian Boggs. Behind him was a hulking, massive figure in armor. Your eyes widened a bit when you realized who, or rather what, that figure was.
An Astartes. One of the Emperors Angels of death. You jump out of your seat and attempt to give a brief bow as a way of showing respect. "Cease your prostration mortal." The Astartes says in a booming voice. You quickly rise, doing your best to not appear nervous.
"So, my friend, I wanted to inform you that we found the Astartes you mentioned." Boggs said, nonchalantly. "Lockdown apparently had him squirreled away in some random chamber." The disdain is apparent on his face. "The brute had him bound in chains."
His expression shifted somewhat. "In other news, I assume that Knock has approached you to offer a job?" He continued, not bothering to listen to a reply. "In any case, I would advise you hold off." He removes a piece of paper from his robe, and flicks it toward you. "At least until you read that."
With that, he walked off, the Astartes following him. You look down at the paper, and quickly read it through.
"So, Erik, was it?
Listen, I was somewhat impressed with your performance out there. And so were a few...associates of mine. They wish to hire you. 'They' being several important members of a certain Imperial organization you may or may not have heard about. The Inquisition.
If you accepted, you would receive a sizable allowance, would have all your gear provided as nessesary, and would be tasked with aiding the Inquisition in it's many investigations.
If you happen to be interested, please, do visit me later.
Also, I'm somewhat disappointed in the excuse you came up with for those explosives earlier. You're lucky no one else there cottoned on to the fact.
It took you a bit, but after mulling it over, you figured out where to go. You rose up, and began your trek to find...
[ ] Boggs(Inquisition)
[ ] Knock(Imperial Guard)
[ ] How do you spend your points?
Eventually, though, you feel whatever energy you were using to power your shots go....empty. As such, you begin using regular shots, which do far less damage.
Of course, all around you, your allies are fighting. The Sisters rush the Orks, attempting to burn them down with their flamers. Indeed, they manage to kill several Nobz before they begin to fall under the barrage of Ork fire.
The guardsmen attempt to help as well, firing off laser after laser in a attempt to cull the horde. As with the Sisters charge, this manages to slowly wear down the Ork Nobs, though it's a bit of a slugging match, with both sides taking causualties. Indeed, once or twice you feel something impact you while you fire, reducing your HP.
HP REDUCED BY 50. 50 HP REMAINING
Ophelia's duel with the Ork leader goes....poorly. Despite being a extremely skilled and well equipped fighter, she's no match for the inhuman brute strength of the Ork, who slowly begins to wear her down. You can see her begin to tire out while that monstrous greenskin seems no worse for the wear...
Until, out of the blue, he's engulfed in flame. Intense, burning flame, the heat of which you can feel from a distance. The Ork roars in pain and rage and attempts to continue his assault, but the engulfing fire weakens him, allowing Ophelia to slice him to bits with her blade. "And that," you hear from the Psyker beside you, "is check mate." For a moment, you feel a intense chill as frost covers your gear, which passes, thankfully, the frost melting from the overbearing heat.
With their leaders death, many of the remaining Orks panic, and attempt to flee. Those who remain are cut down with ease, disorganized by the death of their leader.
The battle is won.
Quest Completed!
You have slain Lockdown, avenging the humans he captured and used for bloodsport!
+1000 EXP! You have leveled up! You are now level 23! You have earned a title! You have earned a Perk Point!
Title Earned:
Novice Ork Slayer: +5% Damage against Ork kind, Ork WP is reduced by 5% when fighting you
Well. That was...useful?
Anyways, after the last of the Orks are mopped up, Ophelia walks over to the Ork leader and quickly looks through what's left of it. "Well. Psyker, it seems your little trick reduced the detonator to slag." She said as she stood up. "We don't have to worry about the ship getting destroyed, at the very least."
It was then that you heard a very distant explosion.
"That....would probably be the rest of the guard attempting to break through." She stated. "Well. Let's go greet them, shall we?"
A while later, your sitting around. Ophelia had been right. It had been the Imperial Guard breaking through. At present, they were doing a sweep through the ship, to free captives and slay the remaining Orks. You and several others had opted to take a break, since what was left was essentially busywork.
As you sat, you were approached by none other than Captain Knock, hands in pocket, lit Lho-Stick in mouth. "Hey kid. My men tell me you did good, kept your head under pressure." You blink.
"Uh, thanks?" You say, apprehensive.
Knock shrugs. "Look, won't sugarcoat it. The Caleondian Rough Riders took heavy casualties. Sure, we'll be getting replacements, but until then, we have a couple of slots open. Wanted to know if you wanted a spot."
You think it over. Being a member of the Imperial Guard...On the one hand, incredibly dangerous. On the other, few jobs were as prestigious. You open your mouth, only to get cut off.
"Don't gimme yer answer now. I want you to sit on it a bit. If yer interested, come talk to me later." With that, he turned and walked off.
Even more later, you were approached by none other than Maximillian Boggs. Behind him was a hulking, massive figure in armor. Your eyes widened a bit when you realized who, or rather what, that figure was.
An Astartes. One of the Emperors Angels of death. You jump out of your seat and attempt to give a brief bow as a way of showing respect. "Cease your prostration mortal." The Astartes says in a booming voice. You quickly rise, doing your best to not appear nervous.
"So, my friend, I wanted to inform you that we found the Astartes you mentioned." Boggs said, nonchalantly. "Lockdown apparently had him squirreled away in some random chamber." The disdain is apparent on his face. "The brute had him bound in chains."
His expression shifted somewhat. "In other news, I assume that Knock has approached you to offer a job?" He continued, not bothering to listen to a reply. "In any case, I would advise you hold off." He removes a piece of paper from his robe, and flicks it toward you. "At least until you read that."
With that, he walked off, the Astartes following him. You look down at the paper, and quickly read it through.
"So, Erik, was it?
Listen, I was somewhat impressed with your performance out there. And so were a few...associates of mine. They wish to hire you. 'They' being several important members of a certain Imperial organization you may or may not have heard about. The Inquisition.
If you accepted, you would receive a sizable allowance, would have all your gear provided as nessesary, and would be tasked with aiding the Inquisition in it's many investigations.
If you happen to be interested, please, do visit me later.
Also, I'm somewhat disappointed in the excuse you came up with for those explosives earlier. You're lucky no one else there cottoned on to the fact.
It took you a bit, but after mulling it over, you figured out where to go. You rose up, and began your trek to find...
[ ] Boggs(Inquisition)
[ ] Knock(Imperial Guard)
[ ] How do you spend your points?
Validation! So, care to shed any light on the stat training system, or will we just find out later?
