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[ogreninja]

Issac turns and head north cautiously checking for motion sensors or signs of guards

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1d100 rolled for a total of: 38 (38)

[Warmonger]

you head north, and all the while scan for guards and devices which might reveal your presence. However, the winds of the place, and the general environment confuse the device, and you fail to notice a small PDF squad moving up from the south behind you. Although you are well hidden, by the time you realise, you know that they will find you...

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now that you have taken an alignment, pay attention to the actions and dialogues that you make. 'Good' decisions might earn you the displeasure of the gods, while the opposite might earn you their favour. Be wary however, as you are still in thrall with the inquisitor for this time, and he may not take favourably to any dark moves you make

[ogreninja]

Issac moves to where he can blend into the sparse shadows while watching the approching pdf readying himself for the possible fight to come he bends and picks up a small stone throwing it with all his might in the opposite direction to himself to give him enough time to blend into the background

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1d100 rolled for a total of: 29 (29) to try to avoid detection 1d100 rolled for a total of: 66 (66) to get the stone in the right place

[Warmonger]

they spot you as you arc the stone, however you manage to throw it far enough to make a beautiful clack as it smacks into the ground and they charge at you...

[ogreninja]

+my apologise for this inquisitor+
Issac pulls two frag grenades from his belt and throws them before pulling out his bolt pistol and starts shooting

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1d100 rolled for a total of: 89 (89) for grenade 1 1d100 rolled for a total of: 42 (42) for grenade 2 1d100 rolled for a total of: 55 (55) for the pistol shots

[Warmonger]

There is utter carnage as the men are torn limb from limb by the grenades - the discarded bowels and organs coating the survivors in a grotesque mask of horror and death. The bolt pistol makes short work of said survivors, their brains staining the already blood stained soil. All in all, you attack took less than twenty seconds and claimed the life of eighteen men.

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Khorne's lust added: the lust of blood runs through your veins, and shedding the enemies blood increases combat effectiveness. However, shedding you own will cause khorne to abscorn thee

[ogreninja]

Issac smiles grimly and looks through the carnage he caused for anything to help further his mission

Spoiler

1d100 rolled for a total of: 66 (66)

[Warmonger]

The glint of a yellow security key can be seen amongst the ruins of the men, and as you take it you also find a weeks worth of rations, mercifully untouched by the slaughter that you unleashed.

+By the emperor, I know that your temple is famed for the use of terror as a weapon, but slaughter? These men were all innocent in the eyes of the inquisition. They do not know the powers that they serve, and are therefore unknowingly assissting the target.+

[ogreninja]

+how was i supposed to approach it sir they were firing at me innocent or not it was my life or thiers and heretics whether knowing or not deserve to die by the hand of the righteous ignorance is not an excuse for heresy+ Issac says picking up the rations and security card before continuing on his way.

[Warmonger]

+We will speak no more of this for the moment.+ the short communication he makes shows you plainly that he is really annoyed with you.

You draw near to a small outbuilding on the edge of the facility. It is an access hatch for the lower level maintenance pipes. It would allow access to anywhere within the lower levels of the facility, however you can clearly see that it needs a red access card.

[ogreninja]

Issac looks for signs of guards or another way into the facility

Spoiler

1d100 rolled for a total of: 34 (34)

[Warmonger]

you sigh, as you realise that there is no way that you could scale any of the walls. There are few guards near your position, and none of them have the security card that you seek. The door, you notice, is only a few feet thick, and the hinges could easily be blown. Whether that would be the best decision is down to you...

[ogreninja]

Issac pulls out a krak grenade and sets a 5 second timer before moving away from the blast radius

[Warmonger]

i need a roll for that please

[ogreninja]

1d100 rolled for a total of: 26 (26)

[Warmonger]

the explosion is loud, and tears the door off it's hinges. Unfortunately for you, a klaxon begins wailing, and as you quickly step inside, there is a hiss, and a force shield prevents you from turning back...

[ogreninja]

Issac shrugs his shoulders and moves quickly forward away from the opening

[Warmonger]

soon enough the alarm dies down, and you feel confident that you have avoided detection. You surmise that the dark powers earlier working against you must now be working in your favour. You smile grimly with this knowledge and continue down the corridor, it's length bathed in a dim orange glow from the lighting, until you reach a junction. a choice: right or left

[ogreninja]

Issac walk right moving in the dim shadows

[Warmonger]

The corridor stretches into the main facility, which you can now see is a vast assembly line for all manner or arms and ammunition. Cowled adepts walk between rows of machines, swinging censers and chanting to the machine god. Here and there sparks can be seen as something large is welded. Then towards the back of the vast room, you can see an overseers hatch, and dimly withing the ranks upon ranks of tech adepts overseeing final stages and cogitator machines. This is where the target will most likely be, however, getting there from here will not be easy.