Chalchuitlicu: 5+3 = 8
Deacon: 2+2 = 4
Irlven: 8+3 = 11
Kalta: 5+3 = 8
Prom: 7+3 = 10
Thugs: 6+3 = 9
Heavy: 8+3 = 11
*Irlven
*Heavy 1
*Heavy 2
*Prom
*Thug 1
*Thug 2
*Thug 3
*Thug 4
*Chalchuitlicu
*Kalta
*Deacon
Turn 1
The dark of night is treacherous. All Ballistic Skill tests are done on a -5 penalty.
The acolytes had been travelling in a compact formation. They stand flanked by two dense tree-lines (5 meters apart, with a pathway in the middle), and to their backs is the landing zone. Ahead is the caravan-village - and the rampaging thugs.
There are three sturdy trees that have grown on the otherwise clear path, all within the reach of the entire warband. 10 meters ahead is a boulder, large enough to cover one person.
Four thugs in tatters and animal-skins howl rabidly as they sprint full-speed. Two goliaths, wielding vicious chainaxes, exhort their brutish brethren forward.
The caravan is 100 meters ahead. At the rate the barbarians are charging, they could make it to their destination in 6 turns, if left unimpeded.
Irlven:(I assume this counts as a situation for 3-round burst of Suppressing Fire?)
Irlven establishes his killzone, all the barbarians within his arc of death. He lets loose a burst of bullets that soars silently towards the charging marauders.
Thugs: 54/(24-10) = 5 DoF
Heavies: 74/(29-10) = 7 DoF
Irlven's BS: 91/(35-20) = 9 DoF
The barbarians grind to a halt as a storm of lead sails past them. Irlven's fire is as wild and tempestuous as the wind that carries his bullets and hits nothing. However, it does stop the thugs and the heavies from their charge towards the caravan.
Heavy 1 + 2:The first heavy leaps to cover behind the boulder, 10 meters ahead from the acolytes, with utter disregard for those around him. The second heavy makes a dash for the treeline, hacking away at the underbrush and making a clearing for himself to hide in. He too is 10 meters ahead from the acolytes.
The heavies roar their challenges, eager to fight. Still, they fear these otherworldly bows and the death they deal.
Prom:Tech-Use: 41/(45+10) = 2 DoS
Prom makes a dash to cover, hiding behind one of the three trees near the acolytes. (The movement was short enough to half-move to.) He draws his stub revolver.
Saying the hymns of activation, he uses the auspex to scan the barbarians. It relays that they suffer from numerous diseases and minor mutations, and would be considered clinically-insane on civilized worlds. The auspex detects the thugs are armed with stub revolvers.
Thugs 1, 2, 3 +4:The thugs find no such luck; vainly, they try to follow the example of one of the second heavy, clearing away the underbrush to take refuge among the trees. The forest denies them entry, and they stand helpless and vulnerable. They are all 15 meters away from the acolytes.
The thugs wail for help. Their pleads are lost in the unnatural silence of Hush.
Chalcuitlicu:The Blank Knight moves 3 meters ahead of the group, sword unsheathed. The metal sings a sweet tune on the scabbard. A song of death.
Kalta:Kalta as well moves 3 meters ahead, keeping pace with Chalcuitlicu. She unslings her long-las, ready to deal death to any foe at any range.
Deacon:The psyker moves behind one of the trees. His mind begins channeling the writhing streams of immaterial energy.
Focus Power: 72/(45+10+10) = 2 DoF
A rush of energy surges throughout his body and then - nothing. He hears cruel laughter, whispered across the gulfs of space.
It is Irlven's turn next.
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