Duty Unto Death
Ultramarine Librarian played by Derek
WS +10 = 40
BS +10 = 40
S + 15 = 45
T + 10 + 5 = 45
Ag +10 = 40
Int +10 = 40
Per +5 = 35
WP +20 + 5 = 55
Fel +10 = 40
Starting XP (1000)
400 – Rite of Sanctioning ( Veil of Darkness)
600 – Trade (Archaeologist)
Astartes Power Armour, Astartes Bolt Pistol, 3 Astartes frag grenades, 3 Astartes krak grenades, Astartes combat knife, repair cement, Chapter Trapping
Astartes bolter w/fire selector, force weapon (Sword)
Tyrannic War Veteran
Power Armour History:
“Terror be thy friend” – Gain Fear(1) vs any enemy engaged in melee
Battle Psyker (PR 3, Avenger, Reading, Smite)
Unnatural Strength (x2)
Unnatural Toughness (x2)
SM Implants (various)
Ambidextrous, Astartes Weapon Training, Bulging Biceps, Heightened Senses (Hearing, Sight), Killing Strike, Nerves of Steel, Quick Draw, Resistance (Psychic powers), True Grit, Unarmed Master, Deathwatch Training
Psyniscience, Awareness, Ciphers (Ultramarine), Climb, Dodge, Common Lore (Adeptus Astartes, Imperium, War), Concealment, Drive (Ground), Intimidate, Literacy, Navigation (Surface), Scholastic Lore (Codex AStartes), Silent Move, Speak Language (High Gothic, Low Gothic), Tactics (Defensive Doctrine), Tracking, Common Lore (Deathwatch), Forbidden Lore (Xenos), Trade (Archaeologist)
Sounds of bolter fire echoed through the caverns, and brief spurts of static and terse orders relayed over the communications channels. Lighting in the caverns was minimal, although it did not hamper the blue-armored warriors. A tall warrior, his blue armor battered and torn strode down the twisting passage. His markings indicated a Sergeant of the Ultramarines. After several strides, he entered a large cavern where strange ruins lay gleaming and glistening, making the normally stoic sergeant a bit uneasy. A few ultramarine brother stood guard here, but the sergeant paid them no mind and headed towards a figure in the center of the cavern that was at a table, poring over some objects. As he approached, he could hear the gnashing and snarling of teeth, as if some vicious otherworldly monster stood in front of him, rather than the unprepossessing marine in front of him. The surface of the armor seemed to almost writhe and snap like it was alive and had actual teeth to match its sounds, although he was sure it didn’t actually move. The sergeant shifted uneasily again. The figure in front of him disturbed him almost as much as the ruins they are in.
“The Tyranids have nearly broken through, Lexicanium,” the sergeant stated. “We need to leave now.”
The Lexicanium was absorbed in contemplation, and seemed to ignore the sergeant, who frowned and looked towards the entrance to the caverns.
“Sir, my orders were to …” the sergeant began, when a high pitched chittering suddenly arose along with rumbling. One wall of the chamber collapsed and dozens of insect-like creatures burst forth. They leapt forth, with keen-edge scythe-like limbs flashing in the dim light.
“Oh, bother!” Lexicanium Cassiel said, finally roused. He turned towards the oncoming xenos, stretching forth a hand, and then clenched his fist. A great burst of light exploded amongst the horde, scattering limbs and pieces of the Tyranid hormagaunts in all directions. Their assault blunted, the Ultramarine guards easily finished off the remaining xenos.
“Just another minute or two, sergeant,” Lexicanium Cassiel said, as he returned to look at the alien artifact that was before him, seemingly unperturbed by the carnage. “This piece is really fascinating…”