((One more night devoted to fantasy. Eleven hours later, we were as exhausted as our characters. The fantastic events cannot properly be described. But Kyrie, as well as myself, had to write them down in some sort of chronicle. So this time, it is not only her thoughts, but also almost exactly what happened. We had so many close brushes with death I am still astonished we made it. I now believe that I out of game know that Corax is associated with the Raven Guard, and that he might have taken the name to honor their Primarch. Oh, and just for information - Eli was lucky, very lucky, with the dices.

Story overview: The group went out in the desert, northwards. Ten days later they arrived at some sort of roof, the top of a spire. They went down, and got busy. Kyrie acquired a power-armour from a fallen Adepta Sororita, but pretty soon the feeling of power abated.))

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I am surprised to see this 'slab has survived. It has been fourteen years. I did not believe the timespan until I saw gramps now has to be carried if he is to go anywhere, and how Stell has changed.

When I read through my previous entries, it did of course feel like yesterday. The last one is written not far from where I am now - on way to gramps' place. Feh, yesterday. But also ages and lives away.

Everyone tried to train and use the time Stell was away to get better at whatever we thought would be needed. Eli had the old skeleton of the motorbike restored and gave it to Corax to repay a debt - I think it might possibly have something to do with his newfound psychic powers. Then newfound, I guess I have to add. Corax was delighted, of course, and however much Stell might grumble over his mere existance, it was of great help to us. To get out into the desert - for that was where we were going - we bought us all ABC-suits and parachutes. And took the easy, smelly way - the garbage dumping. My proficiency at parachuting must be in my genes, I made do far better than for example Eli. Surprising. In a village not far away, we bought the last supplies needed. Ah, if only we'd known. Well, we made the ten-day trek - and Emperors beard, I disliked it almost as much as the trips up and down the spire. I pray I must never again brave that desert. The storm wasn't too bad, since we dug ourselves down. But the sand was not sand, and the rain was not rain. I much prefer my home-planet with its scrap.

What waited at the end of those long days makes me uncomfortable thinking back on it. It had once been a spire, that much was clear. But it was covered by the desert! How deep a depth of sand must it not be, down to the ground itself? We entered, at the very top, through where someone had gone before - a clear indication we were on the right track. The star, or ship if you prefer, that seemed to split in two over our heads, as it would later show, contained pretty little Adeptus Sororitas. I had heard of them before, heard their name and perhaps some legend. I did not expect to find myself in a fight with them.

Or survive, for that matter. With one of Markus' servitor skulls - they continue to creep me out, to this very day, considering I could've been one of them - as a sentry at the top entrance, we proceeded downward the spire. It was hot, and soon the Sisters were at our heels. Though we hid, their far superior equipment almost made things ugly for us. I don't really know how to describe all this. It seems I have to recount it as it was, to let my weary head rest and sort things out.

The Sisters were after the corrupted Inquisitor like we were, but also after us. Anyway, most of them, coming in several battle-cars, went down some sort of center-spire a couple of hours walk down. We had to go the same way. But the cars remained on guard, one of them blown to the side by a mine. Eli crawled out to it, perhaps to know what they said on the com-link. I was, meanwhile, quite close to being discovered by two patrolling Sororitas. That was when Eli blew up one of the other cars. And things went ugly. Temporarily saved, I hid in the same house as Stell, Corax and Imbra. Markus and Eli got noticed and the girls were not after a date.

Ah, the confusion of battle.

We decided to draw the Sisters' attention to us, and Stell would somehow make them unable to fight for a while Imbra and Corax took care of them. We had by then shed our ABC-suits, but I left my hell-pistol upstairs and could not do much but drag attention to us and run.

I threw a grenade and two cars noticed. Some of the Sisters that came out from them were taken out by Corax, some by Imbra. Had not Stell done, well, whatever it is he did, they would've got us all in no time. As it was, they seemed to become confused and unable to think clear. I only managed to make one of them not kill Imbra and get a jab in the ribs that left me coughing blood for a long time.

Meanwhile three cars, I think, opened fire on Eli and Markus's building. They sent out a skull to try and divert them, but instead had to try and survive the visit of some Sisters. Markus got unlucky - but the Emperor was truly with him, only his lower leg was severed. Eli, on the other hand...

It is hard to believe. He did make two go down with some super-gun he found, but the third he got with his knife! An Adepta Sororita. In armour. With a knife. "The Sheet", as we called him by air - he still haven't got all of his old colour back in his skin. With a knife. I know it to be true, but I don't expect anyone else to. It took its due time, though.

Myself, I attribute much of our success to despair. We did not have any choice but to win. Though it is sore to the eyes to kill another servant of the Emperor.

Somehow we finally got inside the spire and down, I have no real idea of what people did to divert the remaining Sororitas. I know only I was carried by Corax and that I was very content, apart from the bleeding.

We hid in a room deeper down. It took the better part of three hours to get me, Eli and Markus on our five feet and one steel pole, pardon the joke. We just regained our breath, and Imbra sneaked back up to see if there was something useful left. The Sororitas had not yet started to gather their fallen - Eli said he'd heard from a helmet he stole that the majority, that is all those further downstairs, had trouble of their own and would not send help upwards. Anyway, after some more sneaking around parts to a power-armour fit for me had been assembled. God Emperor knows I felt I needed it. I tore off the cloth attached to it and tried to scratch something of the Sisters-ity off it. Then we went down.

That armour really grew on me, though I had a difficult time doing such things as running, it made up for it in that I seemed to be able to see and hear everything! I hope grandpa has taken good care of it, he said fourteen years ago he would.

There was a pyramid at the bottom. And something started nagging on me, that the reason why the spire was completely, entirely, absolutely void of life might not just be the sand. There weren't even rats or fungus. Anyway - we went in.

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