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7/6/2016 10:31:18 PM
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He backed away from the shades as they were killed by whatever it was she was doing, for fear of it arcing into him.
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The sound of armor clanking and men running filled the hall as forty men came barreling into the room. They observed the carnage before them and are off put, the nervously look to their tribune and to the giant woman.
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The tribune thought, then pulled his sword out and pointed to the woman. "This woman, is the daughter of the emperor, and rightful heir to the empire. What do you say? Will you pledge your sword to her?" The answer was a chorus of forty men shouting an raising their swords. "There is your answer."
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She smiled. "Alright... not too bad." She stood in front of them. "Alright fellas, simple little task for you. As you can see, I am without armour. I suspect worshippers of chaos took it, and brought it to their lair. I would go retrieve it alone, but I'm afraid I am in need of your help. Now, I am somewhat unfamiliar with your particular tactics, so I will leave the course of the battle up to you. Their settlement is organized as such: Huts and shacks are placed in a circular disposition around a central sacrificial pit. No outer defenses."
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The lasbolts hit shields, glancing off or being absorbed into the shield. The legionnaires advanced and soon closed the distance. They engaged in close quarters combat, slashing and stabbing. They made short work of the remaining cultists.
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It was filled with blood and corpses. Many dark sacrifices had happened here. This place wasn't a place for the sane of mind. "Ooooh! Oh oh oh! There it is!" She runs into a cabin, out of sight. A distant [i]"My precious!"[/i] can be heard.
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When the Tribune went to investigate, he saw that Ariel had already changed. She wore armour that was reminiscent of Aquila power armour, but fashioned in a much sleeker manner, as if build specifically for her. The parts were all advanced, never before seen, most likely constructed on Mars. It was extremely rare, almost legendary. It was constructed in an extremely advanced fashion. Her armour was ornated in an almost entirely golden set, reminiscent of what the emperor wore. Needless to say, it looked very, very regal. It fit her like a glove, matching her form perfectly. "Yessss! My good ol' gear!" She was as happy as a videogame character who had been taken away from his gear for a long time. I'm sure you know the feeling. She bended over into the big crate, which was covered with various stickers and emblems that the Tribune didn't recognize. This was a strange woman indeed. She seemed to be digging for something, shaking her rump rythmically to some tune as she searched.
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Ariel pulls out her equipment. A legendary heavy bolter of unique craftsmanship was the first item she took. It was coloured and marked with the symbols of the Blood Angels. It was covered in seals of purity, it must have been an old weapon. Yet it didn't look a day old. Another piece of equally stunning gear was a strange plasma/grav gun combi, crafted in white and gold colours. Then was the last bit of gear she had. And this one was particular above all else. It was a strange combination of a straight spear and a saw, the latter resting atop the spear, like some sort of staff handle. It was golden and light green, adorned by symbols of the Salamanders. On it's handle was a small scripture, written by Vulkan himself. Ariel made the whirligig saw roar as it spun faster than any chainsword, flames bursting all over the blade.
