The 63rd Legion’s raid

September 24, 2025

RaidLog

Date: 2025-09-24 02:01

At Wed Sep 24 2025, in the streets of Highgate

Mission: Obtain Ambrosia Fruit Crate and bring it back to the extraction point.

Pantheon Market Plaza
It is night, about 66F(18C) degrees, and the sky is partly covered by grey clouds. The mist is heaviest At Elm and Blackstone/span
There is a waxing crescent moon.

Ambrose considers the gap. “Not great pickings. Bus?”

Celestine says “Yes. “
Tamar makes a supernatural leap to bus.
Ambrose makes a supernatural leap to bus.
Tamar charges toward bus.
Lieutenant Kira Pontaine’s eyes blaze amber as he draws in a deep breath, his ethereal hair beginning to writhe with supernatural energy while preparing to unleash his banshee’s wail upon Tamar.

Ambrose charges toward bus.
Ambrose gets into cover behind the bus.

Clenching his fist, Ambrose draws blood on the palm, which drips to the ground.

Tamar draws and quickly fires an arrow at a soldier of the 63rd, it completely misses him.

Tamar charges toward bus.
Tamar gets into cover behind the bus.

Someone continues gathering power.

Lieutenant Kira Pontaine releases a bone-chilling shriek that pierces through bus’s mind like shattered glass, the pontianak’s ancient rage overwhelming their senses and leaving them stumbling blindly through the psychic assault.

Ambrose whips some blood onto the ground and lifts his pistol. “Call if you need someone moved,” he offers to someone.

Celestine charges toward bus.
Celestine gets into cover behind the bus.

%n reaches up, pressing a finger to his ear and murmuring into it.

Tamar manages to slide in behind the bus just as they get hit and she shakes her head, trying to come to her senses again.

Lieutenant Kira Pontaine’s eyes blaze amber as he draws in a deep breath, his ethereal hair beginning to writhe with supernatural energy while preparing to unleash his banshee’s wail upon bus.

Ambrose exhales as he’s hit. “Fuck. No eyes.” Enhanced senses don’t seem to help things, either, standing with his head cocked.

%n reaches up, pressing a finger to his ear and murmuring into it.

Ambrose wards an object.

Lieutenant Kira Pontaine releases a bone-chilling shriek that pierces through a preserved taxidermied rodent’s mind like shattered glass, the pontianak’s ancient rage overwhelming his senses and leaving him stumbling blindly through the psychic assault.

Robert barks out, “Pull back your rodent into cover if you can.”

Celestine fires off a shot at a soldier of the 63rd which completely misses him.

Ambrose slowly and steadily lifts his pistol, lining up a shot on a soldier of the 63rd.

Ambrose says “Trying. “
Celestine wards bus.

Robert charges toward dumpster.
Lieutenant Kira Pontaine’s eyes blaze amber as he draws in a deep breath, his ethereal hair beginning to writhe with supernatural energy while preparing to unleash his banshee’s wail upon bus.

Celestine kneels, muttering quietly to a bone charm wound around her neck… silver eyes seeming to glow beneath their half-lidded daze.

Ambrose unflinchingly hones his pistol’s sights on The 63rd Legion Haemomancer, taking aim.

Robert fights with his weapon, firing off a half-strength shot at dumpster to clean out the barrel, damages it.

Tamar nods at Robert. “They are all behind the car over there.”

Robert calls out, “Keep it up on them!”(Encourage)

Robert charges toward bus.
Again, Ambrose recoils from the scream, pistol lowering again to brace his hand instead against the bus. “Fuck’s sake.”

Ambrose wards an object.

“That really hurts,” Tamar whines about the banshee shriek.

Sliding into position behind the bus, Celestine takes a moment to lay flat beneath the cover of a tire as she sets up her tripod. “…I cannot do anything if I cannot see.” She curses in a foreign tongue, rolling her eyes.

Celestine wards bus.

Robert adds, “Not any worse than a shotgun blast indoors!” He calls out. “I really need to get new earplugs.”

Robert charges toward bus.
Robert gets into cover behind the bus.

Robert loads a buckshot round into their shotgun before blindly firing at Lieutenant Kira Pontaine, completely misses him.

Robert fights with his weapon, firing off a half-strength shot at Lieutenant Kira Pontaine to clean out the barrel, completely misses him.

Tamar draws and quickly fires an arrow at Lieutenant Kira Pontaine, it completely misses him.

Cocking her rifle back, Celestine loads a particularly deadly-looking round into the chamber. 14′08PO02P96!’, the bullet whizzes through the air… impacting Lieutenant Kira Pontaine with a BANG. completely misses him.

Robert mutters something uncharitable about the distance.

Tamar says “Incoming. /i/span/i>Ambrose slowly and steadily lifts his pistol, lining up a shot on car.

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Robert loads a buckshot round into their shotgun before blindly firing at car, damages it.

Ambrose says “They’re on approach.“
Tamar draws and quickly fires an arrow at Lieutenant Kira Pontaine, it misses him.

Lieutenant Kira Pontaine starts to slouch.

Ambrose slowly and steadily lifts his pistol, lining up a shot on Lieutenant Kira Pontaine.

Robert loads a buckshot round into their shotgun before blindly firing at car, damages it.

Celestine wards bus.

Tamar draws and quickly fires an arrow at Lieutenant Kira Pontaine, it sparks off the ground near his feet.

Lieutenant Kira Pontaine starts to slouch.

Cocking her rifle back, Celestine loads a particularly deadly-looking round into the chamber. 14′08PO02P96!’, the bullet whizzes through the air… impacting Lieutenant Kira Pontaine with a BANG. misses him.

Ambrose/i/span/i>Lieutenant Kira Pontaine, taking aim.

Robert loads a buckshot round into their shotgun before blindly firing at car, completely misses them.

Tamar draws and quickly fires an arrow at Lieutenant Kira Pontaine, it misses him.

Ambrose lifts a hand toward Lieutenant Kira Pontaine and yoinks.

Lieutenant Kira Pontaine is pulled towards Ambrose by an invisible force.

Lieutenant Kira Pontaine starts to slouch.

Robert loads a buckshot round into their shotgun before blindly firing at car, damages it.

Ambrose unflinchingly hones his pistol’s sights on Lieutenant Kira Pontaine, taking aim.

Tamar draws and quickly fires an arrow at Lieutenant Kira Pontaine, it sparks off the ground near his feet.

Obadiah charges toward bus.
Tamar focuses all her fire on Lieutenant Kira Pontaine, weighing him down when he gets dragged backwards and making his escape to cover all the more difficult.

Celestine fires off a shot at Lieutenant Kira Pontaine which misses him.

Likewise, Ambrose focuses all his fire on that Lieutenant, the other hand lifting occasionally to visibly reel him closer with crooked fingers.

Robert focuses on just firing buckshot into the car, stray pellets plinking off everyone behind it here or there. The damage isn’t significant, but it’s something.

Obadiah hoofs it to the bus, “What’s the quote? Look to my coming on the fifth day?” He chuckles, “Hopefully I am not that late.” He racks a shell into the chamber, getting ready.

50Obadiah drops a sea16-g52l16ass bead50 onto the ground./i>/spanAmbrose assures Obadiah placidly, intent on Lieutenant Kira Pontaine.

Lieutenant Kira Pontaine’s form begins to shimmer and distort as he calls upon his pontianak heritage, his hair whipping violently while spectral claws emerge from his fingertips to terrorize bus.

Robert loads a buckshot round into their shotgun before blindly firing at car, completely misses them.

Seizing an opportunity, Ambrose magdumps his pistol at Lieutenant Kira Pontaine. The bullets sparks off the ground near his feet.

Tamar draws and quickly fires an arrow at Lieutenant Kira Pontaine, it sparks off the ground near his feet.

Cocking her rifle back, Celestine loads a particularly deadly-looking round into the chamber. 14′08PO02P96!’, the bullet whizzes through the air… impacting Lieutenant Kira Pontaine with a BANG. completely misses him.

Obadiah takes aim at Lieutenant Kira Pontaine and pulls the trigger delivering a lead slug down range which sparks off the ground near his feet.

Obadiah charges toward bus.
Obadiah gets into cover behind the bus.

Celestine wards bus.

Tamar says “Well then…/i/span/i>Celestine says “We did it guys!“
Obadiah looks down and picks up the fruit crate, “Huh. I think we need this.”

… and then Ambrose lowers his pistol and knife alike, exhaling an unnecessary breath. “Wait for reinforcements,” he supposes. “Anywhere closer to extraction while we’re clear?”

With the demons making a run for it, at least for this wave, Tamar lowers her crossbow and scans. Finding it all clear for now, she moves over to take up her place at Robert’s side.

“I could really go for one of those macaroni sandwiches,” Obadiah comments to Robert and Tamar before scanning horizon, “When it is time I just sprint off there towards the east right?”

Robert flashes a lopsided grin at Tamar as he slides open the receiver, starting the process of reloading his shells while they have a moment of peace. “That went decently. Now all we have to do is brace for the next wave…” He laughs, softly. “I’ll make sure to bring a lunchbox next time, Obie. And, yes.”

“There is an extraction point fairly close to the east.” Celestine reasons evenly, taking the welcome reprieve to reload her rifle. “I figure we should hold here and charge the extraction point when help arrives.”

Celestine kneels, muttering quietly to a bone charm wound around her neck… silver eyes seeming to glow beneath their half-lidded daze.

Obadiah says “We got time before its time anyway. Sit tight here until the time comes in like… twenty minutes?“
“More or less,” Ambrose placidly agrees, patently unmoving from his stance watching the western front.

Tamar is content in letting the others do the planning and commanding. Instead she returns Robert’s nod and studies Obadiah curiously with his crate of ambrosia.

Robert says “In theory we could move to an extraction point and a piece of cover to the north, but I doubt it’s any closer.“
Ambrose says “Ah. One.“
Tamar says “Incoming. “
Obadiah says “Oh hi!“
“Worth a shot.” Celestine murmurs, watching as the owl-shaped idol serving as the clutch of her cane momentarily shudders… pulsing with ethereal, ghastly light… before stilling into silence. She sighs, setting it aside to fix the tripod of her rifle. “Better I hold where i am, given mine– incoming.”

Celestine fires off a shot at a soldier of the 63rd which sparks off the ground near his feet.

Tamar draws and quickly fires an arrow at a soldier of the 63rd, it sparks off the ground near his feet.

Ambrose lifts a hand toward a preserved taxidermied rodent. “Nobody said move.”

Obadiah takes aim at a soldier of the 63rd and pulls the trigger delivering a lead slug down range which completely misses him.

Ambrose slowly and steadily lifts his pistol, lining up a shot on a soldier of the 63rd.

Celestine wards bus.

Robert fights with his weapon, firing off a half-strength shot at a soldier of the 63rd to clean out the barrel, completely misses him.

Pulling a small ritual dagger from her belt, Celestine makes a thin slit along the width of her wrist… letting the blood trickle down to talonlike fingers which begin to write arcane runes along the tire of their bus. “…I am supposing we are the real anti-63rd protest.”

Ambrose keeps his pistol sighted up on a soldier of the 63rd, supposing between to a preserved taxidermied rodent, “Suppose it doesn’t hurt if you soak up some fire. Just make you a new body later.” A mild, bare grin aside to Celestine.

Robert brings his gun up to shoot at the soldier as they appear, making a hum noise of thought.

Cocking her rifle back, Celestine loads a particularly deadly-looking round into the chamber. 14′08PO02P96!’, the bullet whizzes through the air… impacting a soldier of the 63rd with a BANG. misses him.

Tamar draws and quickly fires an arrow at a soldier of the 63rd, it misses him.

50Obadiah drops a sea16-g52l16ass bead50 onto the ground./i/span/i>Ambrose magdumps his pistol at a soldier of the 63rd. The bullets misses him.

Robert quickly fires a slug off at a soldier of the 63rd, impacts against his armor.

Celestine wards bus.

Robert blinks.

Celestine fires off a shot at a soldier of the 63rd which completely misses him.

Tamar draws and quickly fires an arrow at a soldier of the 63rd, it strikes his armor with bruising force.

Obadiah takes aim at a soldier of the 63rd and pulls the trigger delivering a lead slug down range which severely wounds his right arm.

a soldier of the 63rd is forced to retreat.
Obadiah looks over to Robert and Tamar, “They with you?”

“And reinforcements. Woe to that one recruit,” Ambrose laments.

Tamar nods at Obadiah. “They are.”

Robert says “Yes. I didn’t quite expect so many.“
Obadiah says “Order showed up last time.“
Ambrose lifts a hand to The 63rd Legion Haemomancer and yoinks.

The 63rd Legion Haemomancer is pulled towards Ambrose by an invisible force.

Tamar draws and quickly fires an arrow at The 63rd Legion Haemomancer, it misses him.

Ambrose slowly and steadily lifts his pistol, lining up a shot on The 63rd Legion Haemomancer.

Cocking her rifle back, Celestine loads a particularly deadly-looking round into the chamber. 14′08PO02P96!’, the bullet whizzes through the air… impacting The 63rd Legion Haemomancer with a BANG. sparks off the ground near his feet.

Robert fights with his weapon, firing off a half-strength shot at The 63rd Legion Haemomancer to clean out the barrel, sparks off the ground near his feet.

Obadiah takes aim at The 63rd Legion Haemomancer and pulls the trigger delivering a lead slug down range which completely misses him.

Tamar draws and quickly fires an arrow at The 63rd Legion Haemomancer, it sparks off the ground near his feet.

The 63rd Legion Haemomancer’s wounds seem to be bleeding a bit more freely all of a sudden.

The 63rd Legion Haemomancer is pulled towards Ambrose by an invisible force.

Celestine fires off a shot at The 63rd Legion Haemomancer which sparks off the ground near his feet.

Seizing an opportunity, Ambrose/i/span/i>The 63rd Legion Haemomancer. The bullets sparks off the ground near his feet.

Obadiah takes aim at The 63rd Legion Haemomancer and pulls the trigger delivering a lead slug down range which misses him.

Robert quickly fires a slug off at The 63rd Legion Haemomancer, impacts against his armor.

Tamar draws and quickly fires an arrow at The 63rd Legion Haemomancer, it strikes his armor with bruising force.

Cocking her rifle back, Celestine loads a particularly deadly-looking round into the chamber. 14′08PO02P96!’, the bullet whizzes through the air… impacting The 63rd Legion Haemomancer with a BANG. completely misses him.

Helpfully, Ambrose/i/span/i>his bandolier, Ambrose briskly flings it at The 63rd Legion Haemomancer. It whirls end over end and severely wounds his right arm.

The 63rd Legion Haemomancer is forced to retreat.
Obadiah shrugs as he reloads, “I mean… That’s not a bad thing per se.”

Ambrose finishes the job with a whip of a knife, then pulls another as The 63rd Legion Grenadier draws closer. “Sort of anticlimactic, but better than nothing,” he placidly supposes. “Was looking forward to the banshee croaking.”

Extending a clawed towards someone, Celestine clasps at a heart which could not be seen, her sneer widening across her lips as she subdues the flow of magic within their system. Celestine’s head cocks in a somewhat birdlike manner… lining up the shades of her spectacles with a scope, her shoulder jerking back as she fires. “…I was disappointed. I thought they might be undead. I have been looking forward to puppeteering a corpse to its own eternal rest.”

Extending a clawed towards the Haemomancer, Celestine clasps at a heart which could not be seen, her sneer widening across her lips as she subdues the flow of magic within their system. Celestine’s head cocks in a somewhat birdlike manner… lining up the shades of her spectacles with a scope, her shoulder jerking back as she fires. “…I was disappointed. I thought they might be undead. I have been looking forward to puppeteering a corpse to its own eternal rest.”

Robert fights with his weapon, firing off a half-strength shot at The 63rd Legion Grenadier to clean out the barrel, misses him.

Obadiah takes aim at The 63rd Legion Grenadier and pulls the trigger delivering a lead slug down range which sparks off the ground near his feet.

The 63rd Legion Grenadier throws a grenade at Obadiah.

The 63rd Legion Grenadier swings his weapon at Obadiah, it is parried by his eight inch ceremonial steel dirk carved with Celtic runes.

Tamar’s weapons start to glimmer with flame.

Tamar swings her weapon at The 63rd Legion Grenadier, it strikes his armor with bruising force.

With a sheen of 03raw energy along his navaja knife, Ambrose lunges a raking slash at The 63rd Legion Grenadier. The blade severely wounds his left leg.

The 63rd Legion Grenadier is forced to retreat.
Celestine says “Ow. “
Obadiah says “Ahh! “
Ambrose takes the blast impassively, if unpleasantly. No flinch, no pain receptors. Just… “Rude.”

Tamar gets knocked back by the blast but she is on her feet again, brushing herself off.

Obadiah looks to an octopus comprised of light and shadow, “You disappoint me. No heroic falling on the grenade? What do I pay you for?”

“I promise you, the sign-on bonus is not worth it,” Ambrose laments far too quiet for the benefit of the lone, distant a soldier of the 63rd.

Obadiah takes aim at a soldier of the 63rd and pulls the trigger delivering a lead slug down range which completely misses him.

Tamar draws and quickly fires an arrow at a soldier of the 63rd, it sparks off the ground near his feet.

“You could say he… went out with a bang?” Celestine muses, a wide and wicked grin splitting the length of her lips. She jumps, as more soldiers charge… settling down to take aim again. “…What do these fancy guys do?”

Ambrose unflinchingly hones his pistol’s sights on a soldier of the 63rd, taking aim.

Cocking her rifle back, Celestine loads a particularly deadly-looking round into the chamber. 14′08PO02P96!’, the bullet whizzes through the air… impacting a soldier of the 63rd with a BANG. misses him.

Robert fights with his weapon, firing off a half-strength shot at a soldier of the 63rd to clean out the barrel, misses him.

Celestine wards bus.

Ambrose gives a momentary glance-check over his shoulder toward Celestine before it’s back down afield, tracking a soldier of the 63rd patiently with his pistol. “Which fancy guys.”

Obadiah reaches into his coat pocket and fiddles with his phone queuing up the tunes as watches the one lone soldier approach.

Obadiah/i/span/i>24a soldier of the 63rd

Seizing an opportunity, Ambrose magdumps his pistol at a soldier of the 63rd. The bullets misses him.

Robert quickly fires a slug off at a soldier of the 63rd, impacts against his armor.

Celestine fires off a shot at a soldier of the 63rd which completely misses him.

Tamar draws and quickly fires an arrow at a soldier of the 63rd, it impacts against his armor.

“Still he trucks on,” Ambrose laments.

Obadiah racks a shell into the chamber and takes aim at 24a soldier of the 63rd

Robert quickly fires a slug off at a soldier of the 63rd, strikes his armor with bruising force.

Fishing a knife out of his bandolier, Ambrose briskly flings it at a soldier of the 63rd. It whirls end over end and strikes his armor with bruising force.

Tamar throws a small knife end over end at a soldier of the 63rd, it severely wounds his right leg.

a soldier of the 63rd is forced to retreat.
Tamar says “Now he trucks no more.“
“No trucks to give,” Ambrose agrees, looking back westward.

Obadiah says “Lame… “
Robert suggests to Obie, “You might be able to escape with it early.”

“Wanted to finish the menu and brochure tonight,” Ambrose laments placidly, but he does look aside to Robert and Obadiah, shoulder bouncing. “Never know.”

Ambrose wards Obadiah.

“The ones with wispy– Oh. Those are ghosts.” Celestine murmurs, blinking rapidly as if to clear her eyes. She glances over her shoulder, eyeing Obadiah and his music, before settling her eyes back on the sights. Only a real hero needs his own theme song to shoot demons to.

Obadiah places his hand on his chest, “I could because I am amazing, but what about the rest of you?” He chuckles then nods to Ambrose and prepares to run.

Celestine wards bus.

Ambrose doesn’t move, himself; he just tracks someone taking off and then returns his attention wholesale westward, expecting any resistance to come from that-a-way.

Ambrose doesn’t move, himself; he just tracks Obadiah taking off and then returns his attention wholesale westward, expecting any resistance to come from that-a-way.

Obadiah says “I wish I was as cool as like… Lykaia. I could come pop out a bipod and lay prone and pop pop pop from over here.“
Celestine says “Does this mean I am not cool for doing the same?“
Tamar glances back over her shoulder when Lykaia is mentioned but then she turns her attention, like Ambrose, back to the west.

Celestine wards bus.

Obadiah says “Ok. I am here!“
Tamar side-eyes Ambrose, then Celestine, then back to Ambrose again, her finger tightening on the trigger of her crossbow but then slowly releasing again. Maybe she is just restless.

Ambrose just straight up doesn’t move. Not even to breathe. Not until another one comes, and he lifts a hand, and yoink.

A soldier of the 63rd is pulled towards Ambrose by an invisible force.

Ambrose slowly and steadily lifts his pistol, lining up a shot on a soldier of the 63rd.

Tamar draws and quickly fires an arrow at a soldier of the 63rd, it sparks off the ground near his feet.

Robert quickly fires a slug off at a soldier of the 63rd, misses him.

Celestine’s eyes meet Tamar’s, and she winks coquettishly. On Celestine, though… the expression is rather unsettling. The intensity of those owlish eyes never quite failing to sear into the soul. “I like your horse by the way.” Celestine chirps, without much care for the fight before them. “I saw of it outside when I came home to the nurse’s place last night.”

Cocking her rifle back, Celestine loads a particularly deadly-looking round into the chamber. 14′08PO02P96!’, the bullet whizzes through the air… impacting a soldier of the 63rd with a BANG. misses him.

The Ambrose yoink, the Tamar yeetith away. Obadiah/i/span/i>I fed it a pup cup.“
Tamar gives Celestine a confused look. “The nurse’s place?” she asks, lining up another shot.

“Oui.” Celestine reasons, not elaborating further. She turns back to the ongoing fight, one eye scrunching to a close.

Systematic, routine, and mechanical, Ambrose goes through the motions quite literally with a soldier of the 63rd. Pull and report like skeet shooting.

Celestine wards bus.

Seizing an opportunity, Ambrose magdumps his pistol at a soldier of the 63rd. The bullets sparks off the ground near his feet.

Tamar draws and quickly fires an arrow at a soldier of the 63rd, it impacts against his armor.

Robert fights with his weapon, firing off a half-strength shot at a soldier of the 63rd to clean out the barrel, completely misses him.

Celestine fires off a shot at a soldier of the 63rd which completely misses him.

Obadiah, Ambrose, Robert, Celestine and Tamar have successfully got away with Ambrosia Fruit Crate.