Alexandria
[4-1] You make them... not actually surrender, but quite disturbed by fact someone reached their precious minds. You feel yourself a bit weakened, more like mentally, but a bit physically as well. Magic-casting requires energy, large-scaled casting requires goddamn lot of energy.
[since your team was split in three, they will have an initiative roll each]
Team center - three gals, led by Alexis
[initiative roll - 6 vs 4] Central group used their sudden appearance as advantage.
1 x [1]
1 x [2]
1 x [4] You disable one of machineguns by a lucky shot
3 x [6] Fountains of blood! A flying circus of torn limbs! A feast of massacre! All those were three soldiers once, but no longer
Team Right Flank - two gals, one injured
[initiative roll - 6 vs 6] Simultaneous actions:
[3-1]
[5-1] That could shatter a machinegun, if only the gal shooting had her eye in place. The shot tears it's shield off, however, throwing a man behind it away.
[1]
[4] That one finishes the unfortunate
[1-2]
[3-2]
[4-2]
No effect from machinegun's fire.
Team Left Flank - two gals
[initiative roll - 3 vs 4] Having their machinegun shattered, these guys grab their rifles. [7 soldiers]
[2-2]
[3-2]
[5-2]
4 x [6-2] Girls are suppressed by fire: two get minor wounds of bullets that occasionally went between the scales.
Shooting back [-1 for suppressed condition]:
[3-1]
[5-1] One shot has made a wound in an enemy soldier. It must be really painful, judging by his scream.
[2-1]
[4-1]
WhitusOpus
Actually, you can see the theatre's Grand Hall through the glass windows. You see your target entering it, then dappering there for about half an hour before actual action begns.
That rain makes you sick. There s no dry patch of cloth on you by now, as well as on your comrade.
You wait for almost two hours. Damn, you hate this work sometimes.
Finally, the play is ended. You spot your target in the Grand Hall and track it to the exit. When he sits down to his car, you take careful aim with the help of your comrade, take a deep breath, then squeeze the trigger gently:
[4+1+1] Headshot. Nicely done. His driver stops and runs out of the car, screaming for police.
Caerwyn
You spread along and have a look around. You search along the wall for some kind of lever, maybe, or inscription, or anything. You find a significant hole in the wall right next to the doors. It goes a bit more than a feet inside the wall, and on the bottom of it there is something like a rotating lever. the hole is just fine to put a hand inside it up to elbow.
UltraValican
Librarian brings him a few grim-looking chain-locked tomes.
- According to my data, nothin' to be warned with around here. You see, my grandfather claims that I should join the Men in the Second Great War. He is, kinda, a battle-leech, not sure how it is ranked. He reached that level of mastercy in dark arts when you can freely transform your own entity between bodies with a special ritual. A soul of my ancestor in a eternal metal body. (he shrugs) So, yeah, it is a bit personal buisness. It is early morning now, so, leave in midday, somehow like that. Oh, and you may visit treasury, get some gold or something. But be modest.
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