The 63rd Legion’s raid
Date: 2026-04-16 14:01
At Thu Apr 16 2026, in the streets of Ivory Quarter
Mission: Obtain Rare Illuminated Manuscript and bring it back to the extraction point.
Windermere Cloistered Courtyard
It is afternoon, about 77F(25C) degrees, and the sky is covered by dark grey stormclouds. The mist is heaviest At High and Blackstone/span
Selene’s eyes suddenly look bloodshot.
Another day, another conflict, and another chance for Selene to get her hands dirty in the action. Today, however, the lass looks noticeably under-the-weather, her already pale complexion all the colder and paler, and even the gusto and vitality with which she arrives is more lethargic than usual. A hand moves to the side of her head, letting her talk into an earpiece as her eyes are on a swivel, to survey today’s battlefield.
Lieutenant Veypar parts his waterlogged lips and exhales, a slow tide of supernatural brine rolling outward from him across the slick cobblestones toward Selene and all who stand in the courtyard.
Selene charges toward newsstand.
The brackish fog swallows Selene whole, the courtyard dissolving into the crushing black of the deep sea as Lieutenant Veypar’s weeping eyes gleam sickly green through the smothering, lightless haze.
Selene charges toward newsstand.
Selene gets into cover behind the newsstand.
Lieutenant Veypar parts his waterlogged lips and exhales, a slow tide of supernatural brine rolling outward from him across the slick cobblestones toward newsstand and all who stand in the courtyard.
The courtyard is mostly devoid of life, excluding the Legion’s troops and the lone Kingpin. Selene has made it to a few vending machines and newsstands, which provide her some useful cover to hunker down behind and keep good vantage over the entire area.
The brackish fog swallows newsstand whole, the courtyard dissolving into the crushing black of the deep sea as Lieutenant Veypar’s weeping eyes gleam sickly green through the smothering, lightless haze.
Lieutenant Veypar parts his waterlogged lips and exhales, a slow tide of supernatural brine rolling outward from him across the slick cobblestones toward newsstand and all who stand in the courtyard.
The brackish fog swallows newsstand whole, the courtyard dissolving into the crushing black of the deep sea as Lieutenant Veypar’s weeping eyes gleam sickly green through the smothering, lightless haze.
Lieutenant Veypar parts his waterlogged lips and exhales, a slow tide of supernatural brine rolling outward from him across the slick cobblestones toward newsstand and all who stand in the courtyard.
Someone continues gathering power.
The battlefield isn’t developing, and this seems to concern Selene. After a lot of chewing on her lip, fidgeting about and looking around, she murmurs something to herself. And then, out of cover she pops to begin dashing across the open.
The brackish fog swallows Selene whole, the courtyard dissolving into the crushing black of the deep sea as Lieutenant Veypar’s weeping eyes gleam sickly green through the smothering, lightless haze.
Lieutenant Veypar parts his waterlogged lips and exhales, a slow tide of supernatural brine rolling outward from him across the slick cobblestones toward Selene and all who stand in the courtyard.
The brackish fog swallows Selene whole, the courtyard dissolving into the crushing black of the deep sea as Lieutenant Veypar’s weeping eyes gleam sickly green through the smothering, lightless haze.
Lieutenant Veypar parts his waterlogged lips and exhales, a slow tide of supernatural brine rolling outward from him across the slick cobblestones toward Selene and all who stand in the courtyard.
The brackish fog swallows Selene whole, the courtyard dissolving into the crushing black of the deep sea as Lieutenant Veypar’s weeping eyes gleam sickly green through the smothering, lightless haze.
Well. That’s just fun. For most of the fight, it would seem the Haemomancer’s got quite the spell brewing. Constantly, Selene has to rub her eyes, troubled by supernatural fog and discomfort constantly to the point she’s clearly not seeing much of the world around her.
Lieutenant Veypar parts his waterlogged lips and exhales, a slow tide of supernatural brine rolling outward from him across the slick cobblestones toward an Olympian Enforcer and all who stand in the courtyard.
The brackish fog swallows an Olympian Enforcer whole, the courtyard dissolving into the crushing black of the deep sea as Lieutenant Veypar’s weeping eyes gleam sickly green through the smothering, lightless haze.
Selene charges toward bus.
Lieutenant Veypar parts his waterlogged lips and exhales, a slow tide of supernatural brine rolling outward from him across the slick cobblestones toward Sons of Olympia Grenadier and all who stand in the courtyard.
It looks like most of the arcane power is spent, and now that Selene is finally able to properly survey the battlefield, it isn’t long or her expressions light up. Hope becomes evident. “Charge!!” she hollers loudly, drawn eastwards where the thunderous rumbling of motorbikes heralds the arrival of the Sons. And they show up in force, again, with guns already blaring and all manner of brutal, heavy tools brandished as would-be skull-crushers in the eventual melee between the two sides.
The brackish fog swallows Sons of Olympia Grenadier whole, the courtyard dissolving into the crushing black of the deep sea as Lieutenant Veypar’s weeping eyes gleam sickly green through the smothering, lightless haze.
Selene charges toward bus.
42Drawing in a deep breath,46 Selene42 readies into a Chapman stance and lines her handgun’s iron sights up with52 corner42.
Selene charges toward bus.
42Finger hovering over the trigger,46 Selene42 keeps her aim on52 corner42, steadying her breathing and stance in preparation.
Selene charges toward bus.
corner is forced to retreat./i>/iLieutenant Veypar raises his barnacled hand and the thin film of foul seawater beneath Sons of Olympia Grenadier’s feet begins to tremble and surge, the courtyard groaning like the hull of a doomed ship as he draws the tide upward.
Selene charges toward bus.
Selene gets into cover behind the bus.
46Selene42 lines up a shot, pistol aimed at52 a soldier of the 63rd42, unleashing a three-shot burst a second later that misses him.
A crashing wave of black, necrotic brine erupts from the cobblestones and slams into Sons of Olympia Grenadier with the full weight of the abyss, Lieutenant Veypar’s rotting ocean pouring into his lungs, armor, and wounds , its glacial, cursed cold already gnawing deeper with every heartbeat./i>/i46Selene42 flicks her gun towards52 a soldier of the 63rd42, quickly firing off a suppressing shot that misses him.
Hell’s been unleashed, the battlefield ablaze with the roars of battlecries, the hissing and roaring of seas of flames caused by the Sons’ molotovs and Angelic fire, and the ear-deafening ruckus of many a rounds fired by all calibers of weaponry. “That Lieutenant’s wavering!!” Selene/i>/i42Putting52 a soldier of the 63rd42 in her sights,46 Selene42 sends a round their way with smoke and noise bursting from her handgun’s vents. It misses him.
Lieutenant Veypar grabs a hold of The 63rd Legion Haemomancer and drains the life from him.
46Selene42 flicks her gun towards52 a soldier of the 63rd42, quickly firing off a suppressing shot that misses him.
42Stepping in,46 Selene42 deftly flicks out a butterfly knife and tries surprising52 a soldier of the 63rd42 with it, slashing high. This attack severely wounds his left arm.
a soldier of the 63rd is forced to retreat./i>/i42With a twist of the hip and roll of shoulder,46 Selene42 rams the nine-inch-blade of her stiletto forwards, intent on shanking52 a soldier of the 63rd42. It is parried by him.
a soldier of the 63rd is forced to retreat./i>/i46Selene42 flicks her gun towards52 a soldier of the 63rd42, quickly firing off a suppressing shot that sparks off the ground near his feet.
a soldier of the 63rd is forced to retreat./i>/iThat’s all the goons dealt with, leaving the now isolated Lieutenant standing there, armour already ridden with bullets. And he’s facing down a horde of enthusiastic thugs, their weapons bloodied by the skulls they’ve already caved in. He’s met with one last volley of gunfire, with rifles and shotguns unloading in his general direction, before the stumbling attacker is met by Selene and her men for a beat-down.
Sons of Olympia Grenadier is forced to retreat.
Lieutenant Veypar is forced to retreat.
The second the brawl ensues and the Lieutenant is crowded by Sons, Selene rushes out of the frey, and makes for the objective thus-far forgotten. No instructions are relayed. This is all according to plan, surely.
Selene runs towards the objective.
Pulls the objective.
Selene runs towards the objective.
Pulls the objective.
a soldier of the 63rd is forced to retreat.
Pulls the objective.
Selene starts to move a bit slower.
The 63rd Legion Haemomancer launches an attack at Selene which is parried by her knife stiletto nine-inch.
The 63rd Legion Haemomancer is forced to retreat.
Pulls the objective.
Selene has successfully got away with Rare Illuminated Manuscript.