<strong>-- Explorator Thraxius --</strong>(http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=103946.msg4515299#msg4515299)<br/><hr/><br/>Though the fortuitous blessings of the Omnissiah upon his undeserving hands had done much to swell Thraxius' spirits, the<em>daemons</em>that seemed to plague him were a nigh constant and infuriating presence.  At first only Cortez had seen fit to plague him, but now it seemed that the whole damnable crew was intent on pestering him at every turn!  On more than one occasion he had come frighteningly close to grabbing the Rogue Trader, Baromir, and even<em>Sarah</em>by the necks and throttling them into a fine pulp as he had the deceased Sergeant, and his nerves were so shot that he'd actually sprung a leak--thankfully in the comfort and privacy of his own quarters.<br/><br/><em>"Confounded <strong>simpletons</strong>!"</em>he growled as his servo-skull took a welding torch to his busted arm.<em>"What have I done to deserve such attacks against my sanity?  Have I not proven myself devoted?  Loyal?  Lovably belligerent?!  To think, the only one that <strong>hasn't</strong> aroused my ire these past weeks has been that thrice-accursed Kroo-wait a minute."</em><br/><br/>[Logic Test] 10/49 (http://elliquiy.com/forums/dicebot.php?r=26341)<br/><br/>Something inside Thraxius' head made an audible<em>ding!</em>His eye widened.  A tremor traveled through every last inch of his body, sparks hissing and seething from every crevice, black smoke billowing from his censer, gears and cogitators<em>grinding</em>with a ferocity bordering on dangerous.  He rose, knocking the mustachioed skull to the floor, and...<br/><br/>His vox immediately caught fire, shrieked a final death rattle, and self-detonated.<br/><br/><hr/><br/>After thoroughly slapping Adept Larius around for attempting to install a pair of novelty glasses and a toy squeaker in his throat, Thraxius made his demands perfectly clear.  By the Omnissiah, he would have retribution.  His immediate outrage had slowed to an indignant boil simmering just beneath the surface, but the damage was already done.  Poison, black as pitch and bitter as blood pumped through his veins now, and his tormentor would know the vile taste of his vengeance even if he had to shove it down his xeno throat.<br/><br/><strong>[Cybernetics: Automatically Available for Explorator]</strong><br/><strong>[In Order of Importance]</strong><br/>[Haggle for Good-Quality Cybernetic Senses] 43/59 (http://elliquiy.com/forums/dicebot.php?r=26340)<br/>[Haggle for Best Quality Synthetic Muscle Grafts] 4/59 (http://elliquiy.com/forums/dicebot.php?r=26374)<br/>[Haggle for Subskin Armor] 18/59 (http://elliquiy.com/forums/dicebot.php?r=26373) Failed, rerolled.<br/>