{"id":29790,"date":"2026-05-16T01:22:09","date_gmt":"2026-05-16T05:22:09","guid":{"rendered":""},"modified":"2026-05-16T01:22:09","modified_gmt":"2026-05-16T05:22:09","slug":"log-1414","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/havenrpg.net\/newsite\/2026\/05\/16\/log-1414\/","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> 2026-05-15 13:01<\/p>\n<hr>\n<p>At Fri May 15 2026, in a vault in All Saints<\/p>\n<p><span style=\"color:#008080\">Mission: Obtain Parish Reliquary Casket and bring it back to the extraction point.<\/span><\/p>\n<p>The Undercroft of Saint Brendan&#8217;s<br \/>It is <span style=\"color:#ffff00\">noon<\/span>, about <span style=\"color:#008080\">58<\/span>F(<span style=\"color:#008080\">14<\/span>C) degrees, and the sky is covered by dark grey stormclouds.  The mist is heaviest <span style=\"color:#a6ceff\">A<span style=\"color:#a3ccf6\">t<span style=\"color:#a0caee\"> <span style=\"color:#9dc8e6\">H<span style=\"color:#9ac7dd\">i<span style=\"color:#97c5d5\">g<span style=\"color:#94c3cd\">h<span style=\"color:#91c1c5\"> <span style=\"color:#8ec0bd\">a<span style=\"color:#8bbeb5\">n<span style=\"color:#87bcac\">d<span style=\"color:#84baa4\"> <span style=\"color:#80b89c\">S<span style=\"color:#7db794\">i<span style=\"color:#79b58c\">d<span style=\"color:#75b384\">n<span style=\"color:#71b17c\">e<span style=\"color:#6cb074\">y\/span<\/span\/span><\/p>\n<p>\nA soldier of the 63rd fires off a shot at Maeve which misses her.<\/p>\n<p>Lieutenant Asbel fires off a shot at Maeve which misses her.<\/p>\n<p>A soldier of the 63rd fires off a quick blast at Maeve which misses her.<\/p>\n<p>Maeve charges toward column.<br \/>Maeve gets into cover behind the column.<\/p>\n<p>Axle charges toward column.<br \/>Axle gets into cover behind the column.<\/p>\n<p>Lieutenant Asbel raises his hands in a slow, deliberate gesture, and a soundless pulse rolls outward from him ,  column and every soul nearby feel the vault shift beneath their feet, distances warping, angles dissolving, the battlefield rewriting itself in his favour.<\/p>\n<p>Axle fires off a quick blast at a soldier of the 63rd which sparks off the ground near his feet.<\/p>\n<p>Maeve takes a handful of daggers to hand, systematically throwing one at everything and everyone around a soldier of the 63rd, and they misses him.<\/p>\n<p><span style=\"color:#800000\">column staggers as their sense of space collapses entirely, the world tilting at angles that no longer make sense ,  Lieutenant Asbel watches without expression as friend and foe blur together and every calculated strike goes catastrophically astray.<\/span><\/p>\n<p>Axle swings his weapon at Maeve, it is parried by her bat winged dagger.<\/p>\n<p>Axle says &#8220;<span style=\"color:#00afff\">Fuck! <\/span>&#8220;<br \/>Maeve pivots and tries to, with all her strengtth, plant her blade into  Axle, in a move that is parried by his long, broad bladed axe.<\/p>\n<p>Maeve takes a handful of daggers to hand, systematically throwing one at everything and everyone around a soldier of the 63rd, and they sparks off the ground near his feet.<\/p>\n<p>Axle fires off a quick blast at a soldier of the 63rd which sparks off the ground near his feet.<\/p>\n<p>Axle says &#8220;<span style=\"color:#00afff\">You okay Angel?<\/span>&#8220;<br \/>The brands along Lieutenant Asbel&#8217;s neck and jaw ignite in deep, rust-coloured light as he raises both hands, and column feels the undercroft air thicken and press inward ,  something vast and contractual coiling around their limbs like a sentence already passed.<\/p>\n<p>Maeve takes a handful of daggers to hand, systematically throwing one at everything and everyone around a soldier of the 63rd, and they misses him.<\/p>\n<p>Axle fires off a quick blast at a soldier of the 63rd which misses him.<\/p>\n<p>Maeve says &#8220;<span style=\"color:#00afff\">Been worse.<\/span>&#8220;<br \/>A soldier of the 63rd launches an attack at Maeve which is parried by her bat winged dagger.<\/p>\n<p><span style=\"color:#800000\">Axle is wrenched to a halt as invisible chains of Legion authority cinch tight around him, legs turning to dead stone, armour sagging like a burden he can no longer bear ,  Lieutenant Asbel walks calmly through the ruin of his resistance, already surveying what comes next.<\/span><\/p>\n<p>A soldier of the 63rd launches a stab at Maeve, it is parried by her bat winged dagger.<\/p>\n<p>Maeve launches a stab at a soldier of the 63rd, it is parried by him.<\/p>\n<p>Axle swings his weapon at a soldier of the 63rd, it is parried by him.<\/p>\n<p>A soldier of the 63rd launches an attack at Maeve which is parried by her bat winged dagger.<\/p>\n<p>Lieutenant Asbel launches a stab at Axle, it is parried by his long, broad bladed axe.<\/p>\n<p>A soldier of the 63rd launches a stab at Maeve, it is parried by her bat winged dagger.<\/p>\n<p>Maeve pivots and tries to, with all her strengtth, plant her blade into  a soldier of the 63rd, in a move that strikes his armor with bruising force.<\/p>\n<p>Axle swings his weapon at a soldier of the 63rd, it severely wounds his right arm.<\/p>\n<p><span style=\"color:#800000\">a soldier of the 63rd is forced to retreat.<\/span><br \/><span style=\"color:#008080\">Axle<span style=\"color:#008080\"> has Parish Reliquary Casket.<\/span\/span><\/p>\n<p>Lieutenant Asbel&#8217;s wounds seem to be bleeding a bit more freely all of a sudden.<\/p>\n<p>Maeve murmurs a quiet, fuck that guy in particular&#8230;&#8221; <\/p>\n<p>Sweeping his axe around, <span style=\"color:#ffffff\">Axle<\/span> cuts deep into the soldier, snatching up the casket as it falls from the retreating enemy&#8217;s hands. His veins bulge as he turns on the next soldier, teeth grinding. &#8220;Get the hell over here you son of a bitch!&#8221; He says, drawing his axe back for another swing. <\/p>\n<p>Maeve says &#8220;<span style=\"color:#00afff\">Punk ass little bitch.<\/span>&#8220;<br \/>Maeve smiles at the lieutenant. <\/p>\n<p>A soldier of the 63rd launches an attack at Axle which is parried by his long, broad bladed axe.<\/p>\n<p>The brands along Lieutenant Asbel&#8217;s neck and jaw ignite in deep, rust-coloured light as he raises both hands, and Axle feels the undercroft air thicken and press inward ,  something vast and contractual coiling around his limbs like a sentence already passed.<\/p>\n<p>Maeve pivots and tries to, with all her strengtth, plant her blade into  Lieutenant Asbel, in a move that is parried by him.<\/p>\n<p>Axle swings his weapon at a soldier of the 63rd, it is parried by him.<\/p>\n<p>A soldier of the 63rd launches an attack at Axle which is parried by his long, broad bladed axe.<\/p>\n<p>Someone continues gathering power.<\/p>\n<p>Lieutenant Asbel launches a stab at Axle, it ineffectually wounds his right arm.<\/p>\n<p>A soldier of the 63rd&#8217;s wounds seem to be bleeding a bit more freely all of a sudden.<\/p>\n<p>Maeve pivots and tries to, with all her strengtth, plant her blade into  a soldier of the 63rd, in a move that impacts against his armor.<\/p>\n<p>Axle swings his weapon at a soldier of the 63rd, it strikes his armor with bruising force.<\/p>\n<p>A soldier of the 63rd launches an attack at Axle which ineffectually wounds his right shoulder.<\/p>\n<p><span style=\"color:#800000\">Axle is wrenched to a halt as invisible chains of Legion authority cinch tight around him, legs turning to dead stone, armour sagging like a burden he can no longer bear ,  Lieutenant Asbel walks calmly through the ruin of his resistance, already surveying what comes next.<\/span><\/p>\n<p>Maeve quickly bandages some of Axle&#8217;s injuries.<\/p>\n<p>Axle fires off a quick blast at a soldier of the 63rd which completely misses him.<\/p>\n<p>A soldier of the 63rd launches an attack at Axle which is parried by his long, broad bladed axe.<\/p>\n<p>Lieutenant Asbel launches a stab at Axle, it ineffectually wounds his stomach.<\/p>\n<p>Maeve jabs out at  a soldier of the 63rd with her blade, and it completely misses him.<\/p>\n<p>Axle fires off a quick blast at a soldier of the 63rd which sparks off the ground near his feet.<\/p>\n<p>Maeve says &#8220;<span style=\"color:#00afff\">Safe? <\/span>&#8220;<br \/>A soldier of the 63rd swings his weapon at Axle, it ineffectually wounds his stomach.<\/p>\n<p>Axle runs towards the objective.<br \/>A soldier of the 63rd launches an attack at Maeve which is parried by her bat winged dagger.<\/p>\n<p>The brands along Lieutenant Asbel&#8217;s neck and jaw ignite in deep, rust-coloured light as he raises both hands, and Maeve feels the undercroft air thicken and press inward ,  something vast and contractual coiling around her limbs like a sentence already passed.<\/p>\n<p>Maeve pivots and tries to, with all her strengtth, plant her blade into  a soldier of the 63rd, in a move that severely wounds his right shoulder.<\/p>\n<p><span style=\"color:#800000\">a soldier of the 63rd is forced to retreat.<\/span><br \/>A soldier of the 63rd swings his weapon at Maeve, it is parried by her bat winged dagger.<\/p>\n<p>Maeve moves protectively towards Axle.<br \/>Axle runs towards the objective.<br \/><span style=\"color:#800000\">Maeve is wrenched to a halt as invisible chains of Legion authority cinch tight around her, legs turning to dead stone, armour sagging like a burden she can no longer bear ,  Lieutenant Asbel walks calmly through the ruin of her resistance, already surveying what comes next.<\/span><\/p>\n<p>Maeve pivots and tries to, with all her strengtth, plant her blade into  Lieutenant Asbel, in a move that is parried by him.<\/p>\n<p>A soldier of the 63rd swings his weapon at Maeve, it is parried by her bat winged dagger.<\/p>\n<p>Lieutenant Asbel launches a stab at Maeve, it is parried by her bat winged dagger.<\/p>\n<p>Lieutenant Asbel&#8217;s wounds seem to be bleeding a bit more freely all of a sudden.<\/p>\n<p>Axle fires off a quick blast at Lieutenant Asbel which sparks off the ground near his feet.<\/p>\n<p>Axle continues toward the safe, wounds closing slowly as he goes. <\/p>\n<p>Maeve huffs. <\/p>\n<p>Maeve pivots and tries to, with all her strengtth, plant her blade into  a soldier of the 63rd, in a move that is parried by him.<\/p>\n<p>A soldier of the 63rd swings his weapon at Maeve, it ineffectually wounds her left leg.<\/p>\n<p>The brands along Lieutenant Asbel&#8217;s neck and jaw ignite in deep, rust-coloured light as he raises both hands, and Maeve feels the undercroft air thicken and press inward ,  something vast and contractual coiling around her limbs like a sentence already passed.<\/p>\n<p>Lieutenant Asbel&#8217;s eyes suddenly look bloodshot.<\/p>\n<p>Axle shoots Lieutenant Asbel with a taser.<\/p>\n<p>Maeve jabs out at  a soldier of the 63rd with her blade, and it is parried by him.<\/p>\n<p>A soldier of the 63rd swings his weapon at Maeve, it ineffectually wounds her right arm.<\/p>\n<p>Maeve runs towards the objective.<br \/>Axle runs towards the objective.<br \/><span style=\"color:#800000\">Axle is wrenched to a halt as invisible chains of Legion authority cinch tight around him, legs turning to dead stone, armour sagging like a burden he can no longer bear ,  Lieutenant Asbel walks calmly through the ruin of his resistance, already surveying what comes next.<\/span><\/p>\n<p>A soldier of the 63rd swings his weapon at Axle, it ineffectually wounds his left arm.<\/p>\n<p>Axle shoots Lieutenant Asbel with a tranq dart.<\/p>\n<p>The brands along Lieutenant Asbel&#8217;s neck and jaw ignite in deep, rust-coloured light as he raises both hands, and Axle feels the undercroft air thicken and press inward ,  something vast and contractual coiling around his limbs like a sentence already passed.<\/p>\n<p>Maeve pivots and tries to, with all her strengtth, plant her blade into  a soldier of the 63rd, in a move that is parried by him.<\/p>\n<p>Maeve quickly bandages some of Maeve&#8217;s injuries.<\/p>\n<p>A soldier of the 63rd swings his weapon at Axle, it ineffectually wounds his left leg.<\/p>\n<p><span style=\"color:#800000\">Axle is wrenched to a halt as invisible chains of Legion authority cinch tight around him, legs turning to dead stone, armour sagging like a burden he can no longer bear ,  Lieutenant Asbel walks calmly through the ruin of his resistance, already surveying what comes next.<\/span><\/p>\n<p>Axle quickly bandages some of Axle&#8217;s injuries.<\/p>\n<p>Maeve says &#8220;<span style=\"color:#00afff\">There we fucking go.<\/span>&#8220;<br \/>A soldier of the 63rd swings his weapon at Axle, it ineffectually wounds his right shoulder.<\/p>\n<p>Lieutenant Asbel launches a stab at Axle, it mildly wounds his left shoulder.<\/p>\n<p><span style=\"color:#800000\">Axle is forced to retreat.<\/span><br \/><span style=\"color:#008080\">Lieutenant Asbel<span style=\"color:#008080\"> has Parish Reliquary Casket.<\/span\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"color:#800000\">a soldier of the 63rd is forced to retreat.<\/span><br \/>Lieutenant Asbel&#8217;s wounds seem to be bleeding a bit more freely all of a sudden.<\/p>\n<p>Maeve pivots and tries to, with all her strengtth, plant her blade into  Lieutenant Asbel, in a move that impacts against his armor.<\/p>\n<p>Lieutenant Asbel grabs a hold of a soldier of the 63rd and drains the life from him.<\/p>\n<p>The brands along Lieutenant Asbel&#8217;s neck and jaw ignite in deep, rust-coloured light as he raises both hands, and Maeve feels the undercroft air thicken and press inward ,  something vast and contractual coiling around her limbs like a sentence already passed.<\/p>\n<p>Maeve says &#8220;<span style=\"color:#00afff\">Or not<\/span>&#8220;<br \/>A Hollow Conclave Thornbearer quickly bandages some of Maeve&#8217;s injuries.<\/p>\n<p><span style=\"color:#800000\">a soldier of the 63rd is forced to retreat.<\/span><br \/>Maeve pivots and tries to, with all her strengtth, plant her blade into  Lieutenant Asbel, in a move that is parried by him.<\/p>\n<p>Maeve runs towards the objective.<br \/><span style=\"color:#800000\">a Hollow Conclave Thornbearer is wrenched to a halt as invisible chains of Legion authority cinch tight around him, legs turning to dead stone, armour sagging like a burden he can no longer bear ,  Lieutenant Asbel walks calmly through the ruin of his resistance, already surveying what comes next.<\/span><\/p>\n<p>Lieutenant Asbel&#8217;s wounds seem to be bleeding a bit more freely all of a sudden.<\/p>\n<p>Maeve flings a blade straight at  Lieutenant Asbel and it strikes his armor with bruising force.<\/p>\n<p>Maeve runs towards the objective.<br \/>A soldier 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