The 63rd Legion’s raid
Date: 2026-05-22 18:01
At Fri May 22 2026, in a warehouse in Killgrove
Mission: Obtain Killgrove Wardweave Cloak and bring it back to the extraction point.
The Curing Loft
It is afternoon, about 57F(13C) degrees, and there are clear skies. The mist is heaviest At High and Woodcrest/span
Yukino makes a supernatural leap to pallet.
Yukino gets into cover behind the pallet.
Yukino presses two fingers to the communicator at her wrist.
Lieutenant Iblis “Riles” Angar fixes his contemptuous amber gaze upon pallet and the battlefield, his cracked skin flaring with embers as a suffocating wave of ancient, prideful scorn radiates outward from him.
Someone continues gathering power.
Yukino presses two fingers to the communicator at her wrist.
pallet recoils as Lieutenant Iblis “Riles” Angar’s withering aura of arrogance warps their perception , the world tilting and blurring under the weight of his contempt, leaving them unable to trust their own eyes.
Yukino says “Good evening, miss Mari. The lieutenant might be about to be difficult, it seems.“
Maricela charges toward machinery.
Maricela gets into cover behind the machinery.
Lieutenant Iblis “Riles” Angar raises one smoldering hand toward pallet and speaks a guttural binding command that shakes the very beams of the loft, his infernal voice echoing with the authority of a judge pronouncing sentence.
Maricela charges toward machinery.
Maricela says “You a’ight?“
Someone continues gathering power.
Yukino says “One found more legion soldiers to be visible, perhaps.“
Yukino makes a supernatural leap to machinery.
Yukino gets into cover behind the machinery.
A pillar of hellfire erupts beneath machinery at Lieutenant Iblis “Riles” Angar’s decree, engulfing them in supernatural flame that blisters their armor to slag and sinks deep into their bones, leaving them scorched, weakened, and diminished.
Yukino says “One might mention it will take a long time for security operatives to arrive, perhaps.“
Maricela slips back into her jacket, zipping, buckling, and she gives a brisk nod. “They finna be a prollem, that far out, though…” she muses.
First, Yukino moved towards the pallet, and started drawing her own people in. Then she made to follow and reposition to Maricela, making a long leap at one point along the route and finding herself with Maricela by the machinery. “One finds it can be good to wait for reinforcements.”
Lieutenant Iblis “Riles” Angar raises one smoldering hand toward machinery and speaks a guttural binding command that shakes the very beams of the loft, his infernal voice echoing with the authority of a judge pronouncing sentence.
A pillar of hellfire erupts beneath machinery at Lieutenant Iblis “Riles” Angar’s decree, engulfing them in supernatural flame that blisters their armor to slag and sinks deep into their bones, leaving them scorched, weakened, and diminished.
Lieutenant Iblis “Riles” Angar fixes his contemptuous amber gaze upon machinery and the battlefield, his cracked skin flaring with embers as a suffocating wave of ancient, prideful scorn radiates outward from him.
machinery recoils as Lieutenant Iblis “Riles” Angar’s withering aura of arrogance warps their perception , the world tilting and blurring under the weight of his contempt, leaving them unable to trust their own eyes.
“That man mad mad, on an arcane level,” Maricela mutters under her breath. “Almos’ respect it.”
“One recalls most lieutenants to be quite difficult, perhaps.” Yukino mentions to Maricela. “They enjoy eating their soldiers for recovery, it seems. One might recommend prioritizing their soldiers first.”
Maricela dips her chin a little as she glances past the machinery she squats behind. “A’ight, makes sense. You finna go after the thing once we pick off angry bird and his flock?”
“As miss Maricela prefers.” Yukino answers, peering up and out to look at the legion group for a moment. “One might merely be able to provide a little support, perhaps.”
Lieutenant Iblis “Riles” Angar fixes his contemptuous amber gaze upon machinery and the battlefield, his cracked skin flaring with embers as a suffocating wave of ancient, prideful scorn radiates outward from him.
a dark-haired combat doll with pale skin and flat black eyes recoils as Lieutenant Iblis “Riles” Angar’s withering aura of arrogance warps his perception , the world tilting and blurring under the weight of his contempt, leaving him unable to trust his own eyes.
Lieutenant Iblis “Riles” Angar fixes his contemptuous amber gaze upon a dark-haired combat doll with pale skin and flat black eyes and the battlefield, his cracked skin flaring with embers as a suffocating wave of ancient, prideful scorn radiates outward from him.
Yukino helps their allies advance.
a dark-haired combat doll with pale skin and flat black eyes recoils as Lieutenant Iblis “Riles” Angar’s withering aura of arrogance warps his perception , the world tilting and blurring under the weight of his contempt, leaving him unable to trust his own eyes.
Yukino says “One might be about to pull them in, perhaps.“
Yukino helps their allies advance.
Maricela charges toward a soldier of the 63rd.
Maricela says “We’ll see if they finna actually pop out, I ain’t that far out.“
Pulls the objective.
Yukino makes a supernatural leap to machinery.
Yukino gets into cover behind the machinery.
Maricela charges toward a soldier of the 63rd.
A soldier of the 63rd fires off a shot at Maricela which sparks off the ground near her feet.
Maricela snaps off a quick shot at forklift and it damages it.
Lieutenant Iblis “Riles” Angar fixes his contemptuous amber gaze upon Maricela and the battlefield, his cracked skin flaring with embers as a suffocating wave of ancient, prideful scorn radiates outward from him.
The 63rd Legion Grenadier fires off a shot at Maricela which misses her.
A soldier of the 63rd fires off a shot at Maricela which misses her.
Maricela takes an extra moment to line up her shot just right, aiming it at The 63rd Legion Grenadier and it misses him.
Someone continues gathering power.
Maricela recoils as Lieutenant Iblis “Riles” Angar’s withering aura of arrogance warps her perception , the world tilting and blurring under the weight of his contempt, leaving her unable to trust her own eyes.
Maricela charges toward machinery.
The 63rd Legion Grenadier fires off a shot at Yukino which sparks off the ground near her feet.
A soldier of the 63rd fires off a shot at Yukino which sparks off the ground near her feet.
Maricela says “Motherfuckin’ blindin’ ass bitch.“
Maricela charges toward machinery.
Maricela gets into cover behind the machinery.
Lieutenant Iblis “Riles” Angar fixes his contemptuous amber gaze upon Yukino and the battlefield, his cracked skin flaring with embers as a suffocating wave of ancient, prideful scorn radiates outward from him.
Yukino charges toward crate.
The 63rd Legion Grenadier fires off a shot at Yukino which sparks off the ground near her feet.
A soldier of the 63rd fires off a shot at Yukino which misses her.
A soldier of the 63rd fires off a shot at Yukino which sparks off the ground near her feet.
A soldier of the 63rd fires off a quick blast at Yukino which misses her.
A soldier of the 63rd fires off a shot at Yukino which misses her.
Someone continues gathering power.
Lieutenant Iblis “Riles” Angar conjures and launches a half dozen spinning jagged ice shards at Yukino, they misses her.
Yukino charges toward crate.
Yukino gets into cover behind the crate.
Yukino quickly bandages some of Yukino’s injuries.
Someone continues gathering power.
Yukino fires off a shot at forklift which damages it.
crate recoils as Lieutenant Iblis “Riles” Angar’s withering aura of arrogance warps their perception , the world tilting and blurring under the weight of his contempt, leaving them unable to trust their own eyes.
Yukino fires off a shot at forklift which damages it.
Lieutenant Iblis “Riles” Angar raises one smoldering hand toward crate and speaks a guttural binding command that shakes the very beams of the loft, his infernal voice echoing with the authority of a judge pronouncing sentence.
A soldier of the 63rd swings his weapon at Yukino, it is parried by her katana with .
Yukino encourages their allies.
Pulls the objective.
A pillar of hellfire erupts beneath a dark-haired combat doll with pale skin and flat black eyes at Lieutenant Iblis “Riles” Angar’s decree, engulfing him in supernatural flame that blisters his armor to slag and sinks deep into his bones, leaving him scorched, weakened, and diminished./span
Yukino steps inside the guard and drives the blade upward in a sharp, rising cut meant to open at a soldier of the 63rd which severely wounds his right arm.
a soldier of the 63rd is forced to retreat.
Yukino encourages their allies.
Maricela says “I’mma just bat at this shit blind right quick“
Lieutenant Iblis “Riles” Angar raises one smoldering hand toward a dark-haired combat doll with pale skin and flat black eyes and speaks a guttural binding command that shakes the very beams of the loft, his infernal voice echoing with the authority of a judge pronouncing sentence.
a soldier of the 63rd is forced to retreat.
The 63rd Legion Grenadier is forced to retreat.
Yukino turns on her heel and lets the blade trail behind the motion in a light, testing arc toward a soldier of the 63rd that severely wounds his right shoulder.
a soldier of the 63rd is forced to retreat.
Yukino encourages their allies.
Pulls the objective.
A pillar of hellfire erupts beneath a dark-haired combat doll with pale skin and flat black eyes at Lieutenant Iblis “Riles” Angar’s decree, engulfing him in supernatural flame that blisters his armor to slag and sinks deep into his bones, leaving him scorched, weakened, and diminished.
a soldier of the 63rd is forced to retreat.
Yukino finds herself in the middle of fighting. At one point, she lost Maricela out of her gaze and made to jump to the crate. Reinforcements, the combat dolls affiliated with her, arrive, and so do her immediate guardians. And then the fight breaks loose right in full there, and it would seem that the anti legion coalition is winning.
Pulls the objective.
Lieutenant Iblis “Riles” Angar raises one smoldering hand toward a dark-haired combat doll with pale skin and flat black eyes and speaks a guttural binding command that shakes the very beams of the loft, his infernal voice echoing with the authority of a judge pronouncing sentence.
Yukino steps inside the guard and drives the blade upward in a sharp, rising cut meant to open at Lieutenant Iblis “Riles” Angar which strikes his armor with bruising force.
Pulls the objective.
Someone continues gathering power.
a dark-haired combat doll with pale skin and flat black eyes is forced to retreat.
Lieutenant Iblis “Riles” Angar is forced to retreat.
Yukino encourages their allies.
The 63rd Legion Haemomancer is forced to retreat.
a soldier of the 63rd is forced to retreat.
Yukino says “One finds the superior fighters handled the legion it seems. One suggests everyone regroups on miss Mari, perhaps.“
Maricela says “We got six minutes, I’m finna sit on point ’til we got our extract crew.“
Yukino makes a supernatural leap to Maricela.
With some sprinting and another jump, Yukino does manage to get quickly to Maricela. She switches out the mag of her SMG and then peers around.
Maricela flips off the grenadier, reflexively.
Yukino lets out a chuckle, prompting her to hide it with a hand. “Miss Mari finds herself with strong opinions, it seems.”
Yukino and Maricela have successfully got away with Killgrove Wardweave Cloak.