You make it outside barely in the last possible moment before the wreck slams against the bare rock, spitting fire and molten steel with a loud, painful roar. Scraps of metal and clusters of rock fly around, cutting the air filled with vivid, choking smoke, giving away a loud, whirling sound. The Omnissiah's hollow bird of steel dies a death of a true martyr, taking His acolyte along...
Luckily, in the second of impact you found yourselves far enough to avoid the storm of pellets, slashing heavily everything in their way. But still, the overwhelming heat could be felt easily.
Underneath, there were trees.
Somebody is truly smiling upon you for now. Just hope that the smile was not a sign of irony...
The Ork stopped on a thick branch of an enormous plant. The wood protested with a loud crack, but, suprisingly, withstood the fall.
Unfortunately, the Arbitrator and the Eldar followed a split-second later. The tree has suddenly lost his temper and you kept on travelling down its trunk, hopefully losing some of an impact's energy.
Thud. Thud, thud.
How about a falling test ? We might assume that it's 5 metres due to the plant you wrecked on your way down there. Good luck on rollin'.
And strange moons circle through the skies
But stranger still is...
...Lost Carcosa."After you regain your senses, it appears that it's getting dark already and the sun is slowly sinking behind the horizon.
You, scratched, beaten and still reeling from the shock, but still alive, find yourselves on a mountain plain, from three sides shielded with stone crags. There's a tiny forest here, and silent whispering of rushing water can be heard from a nearby river - and a waterfall.
The wreckage is hammered deeply between rocks, still sparking from time to time. Few chunks still burn, lying on a plain, along with scraps and pieces of machinery which were thrown out during the impact. A pillar of white smoke raises high into the sky.
You would feel at ease if not these traumatic moments you came through a while before... And a little item nearby on the ground.
With a feeling of relief you realize that a skull in the grass does not belong to any of you nor a pilot either. It's a malfunctioned translator servo-skull, few wires plucked outside and bone badly shattered - the cogitator unit is clearly visible from between the shards.
You have no idea of where you should go now and how much time may it eventually take. And it seems like radio unit is burnt to chunks and smashed to bits if not better...
The sky slowly turns black, dark clouds rush from the north bringing rain. Slightly cold wind is blowing, bringing the smell of fire and molten metal.
Anybody not burning a fate point to survive the fall gets 100xp for getting relatively in one piece from this there sternous situation, and additional 50 xp for fine role-playing.
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