{"id":29665,"date":"2026-04-17T02:22:08","date_gmt":"2026-04-17T06:22:08","guid":{"rendered":""},"modified":"2026-04-17T02:22:08","modified_gmt":"2026-04-17T06:22:08","slug":"log-1382","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/havenrpg.net\/newsite\/2026\/04\/17\/log-1382\/","title":{"rendered":"The 63rd Legion&#8217;s raid"},"content":{"rendered":"<style>\n    .edgt-post-text-inner p {\n        margin-bottom: 35px !important;\n    }\n    <\/style>\n<p><strong>Date:<\/strong> 2026-04-16 14:01<\/p>\n<hr>\n<p>At Thu Apr 16 2026, in the streets of Ivory Quarter<\/p>\n<p><span style=\"color:#008080\">Mission: Obtain Rare Illuminated Manuscript and bring it back to the extraction point.<\/span><\/p>\n<p>Windermere Cloistered Courtyard<br \/>It is <span style=\"color:#808000\">afternoon<\/span>, about <span style=\"color:#808000\">77<\/span>F(<span style=\"color:#808000\">25<\/span>C) degrees, and the sky is covered by dark grey stormclouds.  The mist is heaviest <span style=\"color:#a6ceff\">A<span style=\"color:#a3ccf8\">t<span style=\"color:#a1cbf1\"> <span style=\"color:#9fc9ea\">H<span style=\"color:#9dc8e4\">i<span style=\"color:#9ac6dd\">g<span style=\"color:#98c5d6\">h<span style=\"color:#95c4d0\"> <span style=\"color:#93c2c9\">a<span style=\"color:#90c1c2\">n<span style=\"color:#8ebfbc\">d<span style=\"color:#8bbeb5\"> <span style=\"color:#88bdaf\">B<span style=\"color:#86bba8\">l<span style=\"color:#83baa2\">a<span style=\"color:#80b89b\">c<span style=\"color:#7db795\">k<span style=\"color:#7ab58e\">s<span style=\"color:#76b488\">t<span style=\"color:#73b281\">o<span style=\"color:#70b17b\">n<span style=\"color:#6cb074\">e<\/span\/span>\/span<\/p>\n<p>\nSelene&#8217;s eyes suddenly look bloodshot.<\/p>\n<p>Another day, another conflict, and another chance for <span style=\"color:#ffffff\">Selene<\/span> 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&#8217;s battlefield. <\/p>\n<p>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.<\/p>\n<p>Selene charges toward newsstand.<br \/><span style=\"color:#800000\">The brackish fog swallows Selene whole, the courtyard dissolving into the crushing black of the deep sea as Lieutenant Veypar&#8217;s weeping eyes gleam sickly green through the smothering, lightless haze.<\/span><\/p>\n<p>Selene charges toward newsstand.<br \/>Selene gets into cover behind the newsstand.<\/p>\n<p>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.<\/p>\n<p>The courtyard is mostly devoid of life, excluding the Legion&#8217;s troops and the lone Kingpin. <span style=\"color:#ffffff\">Selene<\/span> 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. <\/p>\n<p><span style=\"color:#800000\">The brackish fog swallows newsstand whole, the courtyard dissolving into the crushing black of the deep sea as Lieutenant Veypar&#8217;s weeping eyes gleam sickly green through the smothering, lightless haze.<\/span><\/p>\n<p>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.<\/p>\n<p><span style=\"color:#800000\">The brackish fog swallows newsstand whole, the courtyard dissolving into the crushing black of the deep sea as Lieutenant Veypar&#8217;s weeping eyes gleam sickly green through the smothering, lightless haze.<\/span><\/p>\n<p>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.<\/p>\n<p>Someone continues gathering power.<\/p>\n<p>The battlefield isn&#8217;t developing, and this seems to concern <span style=\"color:#ffffff\">Selene<\/span>. 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. <\/p>\n<p><span style=\"color:#800000\">The brackish fog swallows Selene whole, the courtyard dissolving into the crushing black of the deep sea as Lieutenant Veypar&#8217;s weeping eyes gleam sickly green through the smothering, lightless haze.<\/span><\/p>\n<p>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.<\/p>\n<p><span style=\"color:#800000\">The brackish fog swallows Selene whole, the courtyard dissolving into the crushing black of the deep sea as Lieutenant Veypar&#8217;s weeping eyes gleam sickly green through the smothering, lightless haze.<\/span><\/p>\n<p>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.<\/p>\n<p><span style=\"color:#800000\">The brackish fog swallows Selene whole, the courtyard dissolving into the crushing black of the deep sea as Lieutenant Veypar&#8217;s weeping eyes gleam sickly green through the smothering, lightless haze.<\/span><\/p>\n<p>Well. That&#8217;s just fun. For most of the fight, it would seem the Haemomancer&#8217;s got quite the spell brewing. Constantly, <span style=\"color:#ffffff\">Selene<\/span> has to rub her eyes, troubled by supernatural fog and discomfort constantly to the point she&#8217;s clearly not seeing much of the world around her. <\/p>\n<p>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.<\/p>\n<p><span style=\"color:#800000\">The brackish fog swallows an Olympian Enforcer whole, the courtyard dissolving into the crushing black of the deep sea as Lieutenant Veypar&#8217;s weeping eyes gleam sickly green through the smothering, lightless haze.<\/span><\/p>\n<p>Selene charges toward bus.<br \/>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.<\/p>\n<p>It looks like most of the arcane power is spent, and now that <span style=\"color:#ffffff\">Selene<\/span> is finally able to properly survey the battlefield, it isn&#8217;t long or her expressions light up. Hope becomes evident. &#8220;Charge!!&#8221; 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. <\/p>\n<p><span style=\"color:#800000\">The brackish fog swallows Sons of Olympia Grenadier whole, the courtyard dissolving into the crushing black of the deep sea as Lieutenant Veypar&#8217;s weeping eyes gleam sickly green through the smothering, lightless haze.<\/span><\/p>\n<p>Selene charges toward bus.<br \/><i>42Drawing in a deep breath,<i>46 Selene<i>42 readies into a Chapman stance and lines her handgun&#8217;s iron sights up with<i>52 corner<i>42.<span style=\"color:#c0c0c0\"><\/p>\n<p>Selene charges toward bus.<br \/><i>42Finger hovering over the trigger,<i>46 Selene<i>42 keeps her aim on<i>52 corner<i>42, steadying her breathing and stance in preparation.<span style=\"color:#c0c0c0\"><\/p>\n<p>Selene charges toward bus.<\/p>\n<p><span style=\"color:#800000\">corner is forced to retreat.\/i>\/i<\/span\/span<br \/>Lieutenant Veypar raises his barnacled hand and the thin film of foul seawater beneath Sons of Olympia Grenadier&#8217;s feet begins to tremble and surge, the courtyard groaning like the hull of a doomed ship as he draws the tide upward.<\/p>\n<p>Selene charges toward bus.<br \/>Selene gets into cover behind the bus.<\/p>\n<p><i>46Selene<i>42 lines up a shot, pistol aimed at<i>52 a soldier of the 63rd<i>42, unleashing a three-shot burst a second later that<span style=\"color:#c0c0c0\"> misses him.<\/p>\n<p><span style=\"color:#800000\">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&#8217;s rotting ocean pouring into his lungs, armor, and wounds ,  its glacial, cursed cold already gnawing deeper with every heartbeat.\/i>\/i<\/span\/span\n\n<i>46Selene<i>42 flicks her gun towards<i>52 a soldier of the 63rd<i>42, quickly firing off a suppressing shot that<span style=\"color:#c0c0c0\"> misses him.<\/p>\n<p>Hell&#8217;s been unleashed, the battlefield ablaze with the roars of battlecries, the hissing and roaring of seas of flames caused by the Sons&#8217; molotovs and Angelic fire, and the ear-deafening ruckus of many a rounds fired by all calibers of weaponry. &#8220;That Lieutenant&#8217;s wavering!!&#8221; <span style=\"color:#ffffff\">Selene\/i>\/i<\/span\/span cries out over the chaos, inspiring an almost Spartan 'AHOOOO!' from all her Sons. Scare tactics at its finest. \n\n<i>42Putting<i>52 a soldier of the 63rd<i>42 in her sights,<i>46 Selene<i>42 sends a round their way with smoke and noise bursting from her handgun&#8217;s vents. It<span style=\"color:#c0c0c0\"> misses him.<\/p>\n<p>Lieutenant Veypar grabs a hold of The 63rd Legion Haemomancer and drains the life from him.<\/p>\n<p><i>46Selene<i>42 flicks her gun towards<i>52 a soldier of the 63rd<i>42, quickly firing off a suppressing shot that<span style=\"color:#c0c0c0\"> misses him.<\/p>\n<p><i>42Stepping in,<i>46 Selene<i>42 deftly flicks out a butterfly knife and tries surprising<i>52 a soldier of the 63rd<i>42 with it, slashing high. This attack<span style=\"color:#c0c0c0\"> severely wounds his left arm.<\/p>\n<p><span style=\"color:#800000\">a soldier of the 63rd is forced to retreat.\/i>\/i<\/span\/span<br \/><i>42With a twist of the hip and roll of shoulder,<i>46 Selene<i>42 rams the nine-inch-blade of her stiletto forwards, intent on shanking<i>52 a soldier of the 63rd<i>42. It<span style=\"color:#c0c0c0\"> is parried by him.<\/p>\n<p><span style=\"color:#800000\">a soldier of the 63rd is forced to retreat.\/i>\/i<\/span\/span<br \/><i>46Selene<i>42 flicks her gun towards<i>52 a soldier of the 63rd<i>42, quickly firing off a suppressing shot that<span style=\"color:#c0c0c0\"> sparks off the ground near his feet.<\/p>\n<p><span style=\"color:#800000\">a soldier of the 63rd is forced to retreat.\/i>\/i<\/span\/span<br \/>That&#8217;s all the goons dealt with, leaving the now isolated Lieutenant standing there, armour already ridden with bullets. And he&#8217;s facing down a horde of enthusiastic thugs, their weapons bloodied by the skulls they&#8217;ve already caved in. He&#8217;s met with one last volley of gunfire, with rifles and shotguns unloading in his general direction, before the stumbling attacker is met by <span style=\"color:#ffffff\">Selene<\/span> and her men for a beat-down. <\/p>\n<p><span style=\"color:#800000\">Sons of Olympia Grenadier is forced to retreat.<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"color:#800000\">Lieutenant Veypar is forced to retreat.<\/span><br \/>The second the brawl ensues and the Lieutenant is crowded by Sons, <span style=\"color:#ffffff\">Selene<\/span> rushes out of the frey, and makes for the objective thus-far forgotten. No instructions are relayed. This is all according to plan, surely. <\/p>\n<p>Selene runs towards the objective.<br \/>Pulls the objective.<\/p>\n<p>Selene runs towards the objective.<br \/>Pulls the objective.<\/p>\n<p><span style=\"color:#800000\">a soldier of the 63rd is forced to retreat.<\/span><br \/>Pulls the objective.<\/p>\n<p>Selene starts to move a bit slower.<\/p>\n<p>The 63rd Legion Haemomancer launches an attack at Selene which is parried by her knife stiletto nine-inch.<\/p>\n<p><span style=\"color:#800000\">The 63rd Legion Haemomancer is forced to retreat.<\/span><br \/>Pulls the objective.<\/p>\n<p>Selene has successfully got away with Rare Illuminated Manuscript.<\/span><\/span><\/span><\/span><\/span><\/span><\/span><\/span><\/span><\/span><\/span><\/span><\/span><\/span><\/span><\/span><\/span><\/span><\/span><\/span><\/span><\/span><\/span><\/span><\/span><\/span><\/span><\/span><\/span><\/span><\/span><\/span><\/span><\/span><\/span><\/span><\/span><\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>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 CourtyardIt is afternoon, about 77F(25C) degrees, and the sky is covered by dark grey stormclouds. 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