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I find myself, a stalwart marine player slowly moving towards the lures of chaos. So I thought why the hell not and made this thread.

In this, you are a Chaos Lord/Sorceror/Daemon Prince/aspiring champion etc.

You have your own ships, your own troops and, of course, your own goals and motives.

The area where this RP will be taking place is on a Hive/Forge world, similar in produce and importance to Armageddon, perhaps even more so due to its proximity to Cadia and the Eye of Terror. Warmaster Abaddon has tasked us (anyone who joins the RP) to attack this planet. The name of the planet is Korrephalia, and it just so happens to be heavily defended. An entire battle company of Imperial Fists, plus supporting elements are garrisoned there, along with Thirty thousand PDF and Imperial Guard forces, and new weapons and wargear are rolling of the manufactoriums every hour.

The problem is, everyone of the Generals sent to capture this heavily defended world is a rival with the others, be it through worshipped patronage, personal matter or some other reason, so infighting could cause a problem for chaos.


Well, reading it back, seems like one of my duller intros to a thread in this board... then again, I've only done one other .

Ah well, I'll come up with a name for my chaos lord later. In the meantime, I await rivals.

[also, you can play Daemon characters if you so wish, with entirely Daemonic forces]

hehehe this will be fun always had fun playing my chaos army anyway...

chaos lord tobais

wargear
mark of khorne
plasma pistol
daemon weapon
jump pack
mark v power armor

background
tobais kent was born on the jungle world of jucha . he grew there to be one of his tribes greatest hunters near his 15th birthday he was selected to become a black templar space marine. he spent the next 125 years serving the will of the emperor. it was in an action against the eldar filth that his whole crusade was destroyed by some sort of psychic attack. somehow he was spared the effects and in the screams of his brothers he heard khorne's voice whispering to him to get his vengance . he picked up his sargeants power sword and rose on wings of fire (jump pack) slaming into the seer councils jetbikes with a ferocity never before seen by the frail psykers he tore threw them and beheaded the autarch that was leading the eldar army . the eldar counter attack came quickly after he fought threw wave after wave of warriors avengers scorpions .sheer numbers would've saw him dead soon after where it not for the rift in the warp the psychic attack caused suddenly there where bloodletters everywhere blood thirsters tore threw the eldar tanks. through it all only one thing could be heard coming from his mouth "blood for the blood god" as the power axe he was swinging shifted its form a face appearing on its blade

description
height 10'4"
weight 435 lbs
he has black hair he keeps cut short almost bald . he has eyes so black they seem like they would suck your soul from your body if you stared too long he has the mark of khorne branded in his forehead

7'4"? Most space marines are 10 foot average, so unless you're a migit...

fixed i thought the 10ft tall was with the armour on

Sure, I'll bite.

Name: Ikros (though call's himself Alpharius to anyone outside his cell)
Rank: Chaos lord
Legion/warband: Alpha legion
Wargear: Power armour, Power weapon, close combat weapon, personal energy feild generator (Iron halo, basically).
Age: Unknown, over 10'000 in "real space".
Appearance: Clean shaven, copper skin-tone, bald, heavy browed, arctic blue eye's, 11", 495lbs.
Background: Ikros has been with the legion since the begining, fighting alongside his Primarch on a score of worlds. He took the side of Alpharius without hesitation in the Horus heresy-for the most part out of loyalty, but some whisper it was also due to his long standing rivalry with Ultramarine's captain Lucius Mysander. After the defeat of the traitors and the subsequent "death" of Alpharius, Ikros took command of a small warband of Alpha legionarres and fled into the warp, from where he has only surfaced to lead devastating raids on Imperial held worlds.

Nice. <woo biters>.

I was sceptical about making this thread, but all seems well as you've both made good sign-ups. Wasn't required, but perhaps it's the fact you're both on the cult RP. Meep. Not sure yet whether or not to be a GM type person in this one, if we get an over abundance of players then that'll be my take, I think. Then again, I could fluff build for a future Chaos Lord. :/

Well, thanks for joining guys! Tbh, start whenever you feel like it - chaos aren't always formally organised 'n' whatnot, so makes sense some of you will go glory grabbin'.

Kharnflakes wrote:fixed i thought the 10ft tall was with the armour on

Armour adds maybe 6 inches or something I'd guess - mostly what it adds IMO is bulk, it makes their form a lot bigger, I.E shoulder pads to name the most prominant example (along with the power pack, as a close second). The only hight addage is measured from the helmet and the boots. Boots isn't the right word, but y'know what I mean. Terminators will be anything from that to 15 foot, Dreads being 20 foot.

A light flashed on the panel next to the imposing throne, bathing the command deck of the ship in a cruel red glow. The marine sat in the chair did not react immediately, lost deep in thought, before tapping a switch and letting out a single rasping word. “Password?”
For a moment, there was silence, before a response crackled down the vox. “In the land of the pigs the butcher is king.” Ikros nodded and motioned for an aide to open the heavy blast doors, never turning around. Another Astartes walked through the door, bowing low to the back of the chair. Ikros spoke again. “Brother Amand, are we prepared for entry to the planet’s atmosphere?” The marine nodded, smiling under his helmet. “Yes Lord, our ship is ready for landing and we have so far remained undetected by Imperial forces. We can get in right under their noses. There is some insignificant Khornate fleet nearby on a similar course to us, but...” The marine tilted his head quizzically. “They will provide an ample distraction from our goals. They cannot stop us.” Ikros sighed, resting a hand on his chin. “Very well brother. Bring us in. You are dismissed.”

My turn!

Name: Gra'ksirra (The Story Teller)

Rank: Lord of Change ( a very old one at that )

Legion/ Warband: The Twisting

Wargear: Old, heavily worn tabard, and thick grime stained bandages enveloping most of his body, including his face. He carries A long wooden stick
Age: It was said, that Gra'ksirra was the first of the Tzeentchian greater daemons ever to have come into existence, but it is also said that all daemons appeared at the same time. Such is the way of Chaos. Needless to say, he is immeasurably ancient, and wise, and even warlords of khorne have paid tribute, and listen to his legends.

Appearance: He is a large Daemon; easily three times the height of a dreadnaught, however, his age has hunched him over, so he seems smaller than he actually is. His feathers, which on other Lords of change would be bright multi coloured, and painful for the eyes, are dull, and faded. His body has bandages wrapped round it, to, as legend says, to hold him together...

Background: The immeasurably old daemon, was given a great role by the master of change, Tzeentch himself. It is said, that Tzeentch asked Gra’ksirra to record all of history, and to retell any from it to any who would pay tribute to the Changer of ways. He took on this role, and created his own realm within the warp, a tiny moon, that drifts aimlessly through the warp. Here, upon the pockmarked surface, is a small house, and within it, a small study. It is from here, that he records everything that once was, and everything that will be. Recently, Gra’ksirra has been spotted frequently on doomed worlds, planets about to be destroyed by warp storm, or meteor. In the brief window of opportunity before the planets end, He will release his Warband, the twisted, upon the world, for his own amusement.

Additional info: Some say, Gra’ksirra is so old, that he now knows, every shape that a horror of Tzeentch will flow into. Which, considering horrors constantly change into different shapes..... He’s pretty damn old.

IC: A trio of sorcerers entered the ritual circle, each one garbed in fine silks, in every possible colour. And a good deal of impossible ones too. Around them, in a circle, were candles that gave off thick blue incense forming a cloud that hung above them, like an omniscient cloud. The three looked around them briefly, checking everything was in place, before beginning the ritual. They spoke in garbled tongues, language that assaulted the ears as it was spoken, actually causing pain to any within ear shot. Blood began to dribble from the sorcerers ears, and the pace of their chant began to quicken. It pulsed like a beating heart, and above them, the smoke began to swirl in an anticlockwise direction. Nearby slaves, and mutants, chained to the floor of the summoning chamber screamed and convulsed, as amongst the flickering smoke, they saw leering faces, faces that stared right into their souls. As the chanting began to reach its climax, The cloud above them had formed into a vortex, with a centre of calm in the middle, in which the three sorcerers stood. The eye of the storm, an area of pure warp energy. The prisoners by this time were dead; their souls sucked clean out of their bodies by the ritual. Suddenly, the chanting stopped, and abruptly, without any sort of warning, the chaos magi exploded in a fountain of gore, gristle and bone. In the centre of the carnage stood a huge figure. Its feathers were dull and greasy. Its lanky body was bandaged heavily with thick linen, and a slick of black fluid oozed from between them. Its staff was of simple design, no more than a simple stave, with the odd knot along its surface. However, it seemed to radiate obvious power. Its crooked frame was stooped, and its head bobbed on the end of its long thin neck like a bashed in egg. Resting upon the tip of its curved beak, was a pair of reading glasses, and in its left hand, was a long feathered quill, with ink still dripping from its tip. Gra’ksirra looked around his new surroundings with a deep sigh. People always summon him when he’s just in the middle of doing something important…

Now to my turn;

Solaris
Warband; Corrosive Wraiths

Wargear; Power Armor with intricate details complete helm included. A blade from long before the time of the Hersey, The armor is deep green, when looked at it seems as though the armor moves by itself. The Blade is of equally incredible detail. In the other hand he wields a shield in the shape of a a solid V, at the end of the point of the V is bladed and at the wide end the shield is about 4 1/2 feet wide. In essence a Bladed Storm shield that has be crafted into the shape.)

Back round, The Corrosive Wraiths are a branch of the Alpha Legion, they deal in stealth and attacks they deal lethal damage where exactly needed without any excess force. The Warband is about 600 strong with van extreme amount of worshipers. This Legion has been seen around the fringes of the galaxy where worlds were seemingly lost to orks or where under attack from the Evil Eldar raiding parties. The Corrosive Wraiths have strong connection to one an other, they kept the ideals of brotherhood as a valuable asset in combat, but their trust is something that is almost never given.


IC: ++Report Istel++

We are on route to the location given to us by the lord Warmaster Sir

We will see if this planet has any valuable assets we may use.

Yes Lord Solaris.

A scream rang out from the torture room then suddenly fell silent moments before the door opened and lord tobias stepped out. " report " he stated in his usual cold tone. the marine at the helm looked back and stuttered his response glancing at the torture room.he didn't want to end up like his predecessor " there is a undivided fleet entering the planets orbit and a tzentchian fleet just arrived from the warp". the man nodded as he put on his helm the eyes flaring to life between the mark of khorne emblazened on it. " excellent.. more skulls to add the skull throne ...but first perhaps they could be of use." he grabs his axe 'slaughterer' and heads towards the hangar. " hail the rest of the fleet have them move out from behind the moon and begin the assault". he pressed the intership com " THE TIME HAS COME TO MAKE THESE CORPSE WORSHIPERS CORPSES. BEGIN THE ASSAULT" he strides out of the room and into the waiting assault ship the rush of power he feels before every assault begining to rise in his chest as he straps on his jump packs . the raptor aspiring champion salutes as the ship begins to launch " all is prepared lord "

Lord Solaris, bridge reporting in, we have exited the warp and are now in close proximity with the planets gravitational pull.

Good, time to deploy in the shock and awe strategy, send in the wave of stealth gun ships, go in on the back of another legions frontal assualt force to ensure safety, no need to lose any brothers in the first drop.

Remember brothers, even though the Warmaster has tasked us with others to take this planet the relic armor of a great warrior supposedly rests in main stronghold on the planets surface, so we move with the shadows and strike with a vengeance the likes of which this planet has never known, you have your objectives now move out.

The planets' ground to space weapons opened fire, dealing heavy blows to the approaching vessels. The Khornate ship, closest and most eager, took the worst of the attack. The others didn't fair to well, and just then, a fleet of Imperial ships came to engage the chaos ones. Let the space battles commence!

Lord Solaris, incoming imperial fleet!

This was expected, notify the purgatory, inform them that they mission is now at hand. Realise all Talons, remove these copse loving maggots from the face of this galaxy and show them what the warp has in store for them.

Bringing the Purgatory around in into attack formation:

Let loose all guns! Solaris roared over all vox casters.

Lord Solaris? Istel said not quite sure if his lord was pleased or extremely aggraviated.

WHAT IS IT ISTEL! Solaris fumed only made angry by this set back of the ground assualt.

Sir the landing party has only made it half intack with the planets surface, we currently have only half the strength we had expected to get onto the planet. I report we have 35 Brother Marines on planet side as well as the stationed 165 in the strike cruisers. Istel reported.

Did we lose any brothers? No sir their crafts avoided total destruction but were forced to course correct in order to evade destruction. That matters little, the slave transports were meant for infiltration into the hive cities anyway and provide intel which can be obtained in other ways Solaris said as he pondered how this battle was going to go about.

Situation report, Istel remarked as a connecting symbol rose on the monitor in front of him, the Purgatory reporting in sir!

Inform the forces of that Horrendous Nurgle Loving captain of his fleet of the "plan" and have him create a wall with his bile infested ships, they will give off the right amount of radiation to mask this plan Solaris said as he devised how he could make use of all aspects of this battle.

Aye Sir! Istel said.

Good now get our strike cruiser within range of that damned main defense ship of theirs! Get me a download of all personnel of that craft, weak points and structural flaws and i want it NOW!

Sir that ship is the Imperial Navy's Oberon class battle ship, main structural points are as standard, just below the main cannon is the support structure where the cannon is housed.

Alright now we now our objective, any word from that Nurgle loving fool? (Leaving it open in case of some one wants to use it or just some general that is a minor character)

Yes sir, he willingly obliged to follow what he thought to be a brilliant plan that he created, which gave us the radiation shield that we required. Both the Purgatory and the Nurgle fleet are now moving within the main path of destruction for the battle sir!

Good Solaris thought to himself: The Purgatory seems like a basic strike cruiser but when looked at with more fine detail was in fact some poor rogue traders ship which was reconstructed to pose as an astartes strike cruiser. However it was neither of these, Solaris had been involved in space battles before and he had noticed that Astartes strike cruisers where generally bombarded with damage so as to diminish the amount of astartes on the cruiser as apposed to attempting to strike at the engine area the main target on strike cruisers was that of the bridge, however with this knowledge he had created this little experiment to see just how effective that thinking was... for the purgatory had as little crew as was needed all born in a void ship and all well capable hands, but slaves none the less, the purgatory had been outfitted with enough warheads in the cargo bay and 1 warpstorm missile, something that he and his brothers had come up with and had the capable hands of the Mars provide designs for, the war head was essentially a standard war head with a completely different purpose, the idea to the warhead was that it would open a hole to the warp as if one where attempting to travel through the warp but this missile only opened a hole for a set amount of time, within that time the hole to the warp created would act like every other warp storm before it, would consume most anything within the radius of the explosion. The draw back to it however is that it naturally gives off an extremely odd radiation signature that could be picked up with any basic scanning device.

That war head once activated within the very core of the Purgatory truly would be come purgatory for any within the kill radius, if all went according to plan the warhead could easily take out 2-3 battle ships, it seems as thought this massive fleet which was already numbered to be about 27 would be a formidable opponent for the forces of chaos.


Lord Solaris that Oberon class ship sir, is under the command of a daemon hunter inquistor!

Now that is interesting how long until within range of the assault pods?

25 seconds sir, however the stealth generators will be detecting in 5 sir,

20 seconds of possible detection, that number didn't sit right with Solaris.

Brother Istel, bring us around to the aft side of that ship, going head to head with an oberon class ship is something we may live but not enjoy, best to make entry right above the engine decks!

Aye sir, course corrected, within range in 1 minute 12 seconds and counting sir!

Good get the strike team ready I will be leading it with the standard assualt force, Istel you are to be in charge in my absence.

Understood sir, good luck hunting sir.

Death to the false emperor!

As the cruiser approached the warning lights went off signaling that the stealth engines had finally been detected and the barrage of the aft cannons began, however with only 15 seconds of time to respond there was only slight damage to the ship, and within that window of time the Astartes cruise the Night Stalker released half a company of Corrosive Wraiths into space towards the Oberon class ship.

the fleet behind the planets moon manuvers around just as the imperials arrive coming out of the shadow directly behind them and begins opening fire as the nurgle fleet moves into position. "damn that was close" tobais stated as the lascannon shot just over the right wing. he turned and looked at his troops and nodded his ascent. "prepare to jump, our target is the roof of the administarium." looking at the pilot he says " aim the lander for those planetary defense guns" the pilot was to busy to look away from flying to notice the wicked grin on his lords face " my lord we only have a pair of heavy bolters." watching as the raptors make their jump he steps forward towards the open hatch " khorne accept your offering " he said as he stepped out the hatch . the pilot looks up at his words "my lor..." tobais lands with the rest of the raptors just as the first drop pods smash into ground. the doors blow open and berserker squad and defilers charge out and begin attacking.

Katavus, please use speech marks! You have speech and thought mixed together a lot, and not a lot of description of what is going on around, and that huge paragraph had no full stops. I realise, there's you and Kharnflakes on one hand, Faunt and Ghosty on the other, but could you guys work on it just a little please? Thanks.

Anyways, same to you Kharn - the description thing. I had no idea you were in a lander until I got to the jumping out and landing on the administratum bit.

Grumbles asides...

So, Kharn, just exactly how many troops do you have? Same to Faunt, Ghosty and Katavus. What troops, what ships etc.

My bad, should've been a bit more specific when I said "have any troops you want."

Gonna have to make this a bit harder for you two (kat 'n' kharn)

The Khornate troops, unaware of their location charged and attacked anything they saw, but were repulsed by the Imperial troops who knew the area much better. Soon, they were reduced to several dozen troops, holding out in an administratum building.

Several Havocs, lord Tobais, three Chaos Space Marine squads and 40 Berzerkers were holding out, but the encroaching and overbaring Imperial forces just kept coming. Then they stopped. They were waiting for the chaos marines to exit, to gun them down. Atleast, that was their plan. But they are unaware of the seeing powers of Gra'ksirra, who may yet find reason to save the Khornate troops... (save 'em)

Me?? save one of them chaos scum?! *grumbles* Ill see what i can do later.

Lolz. BTW, you are a bird brain right? Pretty sure you're Daemon's Tzeentch, but I often confuse that dude with Slaanesh. A few days back, I meant to write Tzeentch, but wrote the name of those followers of the way of the Red Light district.

Anywayz, I feel really pushy :/ So sorry to you two, Kat 'n' Kharn.

But if you want this planet guys, you're gonna have to work together. THEN you can betray each other.

Better go save some khornate buttocks. and yes, i am a bird brain

Gra'ksirra looked over his assembled Warband. Three blocks of 30 marines of chaos, armour of rich blue and gold stood before him, unmoving and unflinching. The thousand son’s automatons. Behind them was an ever shifting tide of horrors and flamers of Tzeentch. Though it was impossible to tell and sense of coherence within the group, the greater daemon knew that there were three independent packs there, each led by a herald of Tzeentch. Above them, flying in a huge shoal, was Gra’ksirra’s pride and joy. Thousands of screamers of Tzeentch flapped and skimmed through the air above, buoyed up on the chaotic winds that shook the cavernous landing bay his force was assembled in.
Additionally his Warband included several thousand mutants; cannon fodder that he had no care whether they lived past the initial landing. Maybe, if ones tale of survival impressed him greatly, he would take it under his wing, and record its story.

His three lieutenants stood behind him, each one commanding the three sections of his force. The first was a chaos sorcerer of the name Anuberai. He was too lead the thousand sons and the mutants in first. He was tall, even for a marine of chaos, and his completely enclosing power armour was bedecked with scintillating silks and fabrics. Next, was a Daemon prince who had no set name, rather, it constantly changed, befitting of a daemon of Tzeentch. The prince however, whose body also shifted from form to form without a moment’s hesitation, was currently in the form of a Small man, hooded and cloaked. The third of his generals was basically a huge screamer of Tzeentch. It dwarfed every other daemon apart from Gra'ksirra himself in the landing bay, and was the size of an aquilla Lander.

The lord of change turned and addressed his generals in a quick and timely fashion.

“Anuberai, you shall lead your men and the gibbering swarm from the front, use the rubric to appear on top of their gun line; I want those battle cannons silenced.”

“At once story teller”

He then turned to the prince. “You, you shall wait for my signal. When it is given, cut of the humans escape route. I want them to flee from the skies. If this goes correctly, ehhh, if you do not fail me, The corpse worshippers will be massacred, and left to the horrors.”
He then turned on the spot and, leaning heavily on his staff, hobbled over to his small desk.

“Maybe I can finish this paragraph before I am needed on the ground” he sighed, and placing his ornate reading glasses on his beak, he continued his latest story.


***

Colonel Rumen of the 22nd vanguard infantry smiled to himself as he sipped on his coffee. It was going rather well he thought. The chaos forces had made a suicidal and unsupported attack on his sector, and had met stiff resistance. He had never seen so many chaos marines go down at once. Avenues were choked with corpses. And now, now he had them cornered in an administration building, barricaded in. he drank down another mouthful, and shuddered at the bitter taste. He looked down his gun line from the back of his army and smiled broadly, it made him proud seeing his men like this. In perfect formation, iron discipline maintaining the line. He turned and looked back at the building across the street. The chaos marines had barricaded the entrance, but Rumen new better. These were the followers of the thrice damned khorne; they won’t be able to stand hiding for much longer. They’ll come sprinting out, into his gun line, into the cannons of his demolishers.
However, as these thoughts formulated in his mind, the air just twenty paces from him began to shimmer, and he swore he could hear screaming close by. He turned and looked back over his soldiers, they too were looking worried.

“Soldiers, prepare to fire!”

The guardsmen formed into a hedge of bayonets, and aimed their lasguns into the shimmering light. The battle tanks began to find their range, so their opening shots would land true. Perfect discipline. Then the shimmering stopped. Silence. Rumen frowned and stroked his moustache. Someone coughed faintly behind him. He ignored it. But then he remembered something that seemed to niggle at the back of his mind. If he was at the back of the army, who is behind him coughing? He turned round, unsure of what to expect. What he saw, well it defied all possible logic. Standing only metres from his oblivious gun line were 90 chaos space marines. All standing perfectly still, guns raised and ready to fire. They looked like statues. He spotted the one who had coughed. Their leader, who was looking left and right, checking his men were in place. Reason told Rumen that these warriors couldn’t be standing before him, but reason also meant that they couldn’t have appeared behind him. Then, with one fluid signal from the sorcerer leading them, the thousand sons opened fire. The tightly packed soldiers of the imperial guard were easy targets, unable to avoid the fire, and most were already killed by the time the mutant swarm descended on them from a nearby alleyway. The battle tanks shot at anything they could aim their cannons at, but the appearance of three large groups of cackling horrors sealed their fate. The first demolisher was flipped on its back by a volley of daemon fire, the second by the prince’s charge, which now was in the form of a gigantic bull with an octopus for a head. Soldiers began to desert their posts and fled for the exits; however, as soon as they had stepped from the safety of numbers, a screamer would swoop down from over head, and slice them in twain. The massacre lasted for several more minutes, until as the smoke cleared, it was clear nothing still lived of the 22nd vanguard infantry.

Gra’ksirra landed amongst the carnage, and poked the odd corpse with his staff. Seemingly satisfied, he turned and looked over to the administration building. He waited for the khornate marines to surface.

OOC: that may of seemed a bit OP, but I wanted to emphasize how much of a master tactician Gra’ksirra is, he’s a rival of creed he is *nods*

ooc @dark well i was figuring i had a cruiser , 3 frigates each with 2 squadrons of talons hidden behind the moon. the ships that where visable where a 2 frigates and a destroyer as for ground troops 3 full squads of berzerkers and 5 squads of chaos marines vehicles are 3 raiders 2 predator anhilators 2 predator destructors 3 defilers 2 vindicators and 5 rhinos .

checking his chrono tobais nodded and glanced out towards the manufactorium the second wave. the true assault should be landing right..about ..now. "perfect timing ill have to give captain kade a rewa...what the hell who's firing" he looked around his forces where still here." ok boys lets go see who decided to crash our party..BLOOD FOR THE BLOOD GOD" he crashes through the second story window landing with his raptors in front of the fleeing guardsmen cutting them down easily as they fled from the demon prince and his haunted armor troops. 'bloody witches ' he mumbles to himself . looking behind him as a land raider rolls up behind and a skull champion steps out " my lord the imperial ships didnt know what hit them with the nurgle fleet in front and us to the rear they had no place to run. we have gained two more frigates to add to our fleet. and a strike cruiser may be salvageable" the marine said from one knee. " very good captain over see the taking of the manufactorium i need to speak with our guest" he then turned and walked towards the demon ' khorne protect me from the witches trickery'

As the intense space battle commenced between both forces of chaos and the corpse worshiping fools Solaris's assault craft slammed with enough force to shake even the most hard battle worn of brothers.

BROTHERS into the warp we walk! Solaris shouted, the crew of all the assualt craft responded in almost perfect harmony, FOR THERE IS ONLY DEATH TO PROVIDE!

As the craft smashed against the aft side of the Oberon class battle cruiser Solaris withdrew his signifying weapons and as he took his sword in his hands the very blade itself seemed to seethe with power. When the hole had been craved by the craft Solaris was out and moving almost like a mist among the human crew as well as the servitors that served on the ship.

Solaris shouted in the vox, ALL TEAMS MOVE OUT! with 35 marines he had divided them up into 4 teams, 3 of 10 and himself with his personnel retinue which consisted of his most trusted brothers, all incredible god like warriors in their own right. His team was to take the bridge in conjunction with squad delta which had landed 2 levels above his own pod.

As the blood mist filled hall calmed down Solaris turned to his men, feast my brothers for tonight this corpse loving so called "Inquisitor" shall fell nothing but fear! The retinue took off bolters flaring axes slicing through bodies as they went.

Oris reporting at first objective, Oris was one of the champions leading a squad of brothers to the armory where they would rig charges to explode within 30 seconds, however Solaris knew that even 30 seconds was far too long than Oris's team needed to avoid any harm form that blast.

The hall to the bridge had been fortified as if this inquisitor had expected an Astartes assault. As the end of the hall Solars analyzed the forces that stood between him and his kill. There were fortifications supported by a total of approximately 70 gaurdsmen. He cursed at the thought of having such a long hall way but then simply accepted what the god of fate had given him and decided it was time to change these odds. As he gave the order bolter and fire and power filled the air.

Solaris charged from his crouched position seeing the trajectory even before the gun following it fired he had already moved out of its sight. The assault on the bridge had started and Solaris could almost taste the hatred coming from the bridge itself, o how he wanted to slice that power misguided fool in half Solaris thought. But he would have to wait his turn as he turned back to cut down yet another 3 gaurdsmen with one swing.

OOC: Looking good guys! And Ghosty, not too overpowered. I very much enjoyed reading it, and tbh, as long as you guys can write something within reason like that, then you can do almost anything. But auto-planet-win isn't the idea. Anyways, look forward to reading more! We might even have an Imperial Player soon... *coughNIkevcough*

Name: Arahgaz
Rank: Imperial renegade (so chaos in their eyes)
Legion/warband: ex - Ultra marines
Wargear: Power armour, Relic blade, stealth
Age: 130
Appearance: beard, weathered look, depressed, olive skin and brown hair (for now..)
Background: Arahgaz was a Scout squad leader for the Ultramarines 4th company, one day he heard whispers and each day they grew stronger, a visit to the Chaplin deemed him unsafe and to be terminated into a servitor. Arahgaz disliked this. Through his years of experience with the chapter he was able to escape the chaplins wrath and remainded hidden in "X" (i dont know what the hive world is called). with this act of unloyalty to the Emperor he was deemed renegade and an enemy to the imperium. Few weeks later, Arahgaz experienced a twisting torment which changed his mind, he discovered a deeper knowledge and he was experiencing signs of pysker abilities, he also grew stronger, his bones became lighter as he could run swiftly, quietly as his past roles enabled him to become a silent killer. Each day the whispers got worse and finally a chaos landfall arrived at "X". He was at a stage of mutation as his pyskic powers grew stronger. Arahgaz finnaly succumbed to the whispers as he collasped in a back alley of "X" when Chaos fighting became stronger, more deeper into the city for an unknown tactical advantage.

tell me what ya think

Scout squad leader... with power armour and a relic blade? And 'stealth' is more of an attribute or skill. IMO you should change his loadout to be more representative of your character (who's fluff I like very much, spellings aside). I would definitely not give him anything more than what a standard SM sergeant has access to in the codex, and when writing do remember there's a difference between chaos lord and rogue sergeant. Lol, don't take offense, I just hate it when I see people (not that I often do) make a good character, but play him as 10x stronger than they should be. Anyway, with him being able to go faster, I think maybe he should worship slaanesh, as he makes his worshippers reactions' faster.

All in all, you look pretty set to go!

Also, Korrephalia is the name of the planet, see OP. It is a Hive world and a manufactorum planet, similar to Armageddon. IMO, wait for one of the other players to find your collapsed charry. It'll give you an easier entry into the RP IMO. Lawl, I say IMO so much on here :p

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I did say it twas meant to be a tad OP

Wont happen again plus, that was about one platoons worth of soldiers. Nought compared to 30000 men.... with spesh marines.

Nah, I enjoyed it. The sheer lolwinz of however many rubric marines just appearing infront of the guard, not moving at all. Then bang-a-bang-bang-dakka.

I kinda definitely really want to join my own RP, but that would be unfair if I was also the GM. Well, I suppose not, since I am the one going around enforcing fairness and a high quality of literature. Also, if THAT won't happen again, then this war is as good as lost for you.

Oh well, atleast I get to play the Imperials!

Captain Tarvan looked out across the now shattered buildings, at the tainted, the traitors, the Daemons. They would all pay dearly for their fallshoods soon. He turned, and looked down at the tiny man that was the planetary Governor.
"Governor Kellan, we must move to destroy these traitors now, before they can gain a foothold on this planet!" He demanded.
"Ah, my dear Space Marine, you are so hasty. You lack tactical expertise, it would seem. We must make plans! We must wait! Until the moment is right, we do not strike!" Kellan replied, looking up at the looming Imperial Fists captain.
"You... doubt my tactical expertise? Governor, I have lived for four hundred years, marched to war on thousands of planets, slain beasts you cannot even imagine in your darkest nightmares. You are a fool, Kellan, to underestimate the Astartes. And you are a fool to disrespect me. I do not like you, Governor, that I have made plainly clear in the three years my company has sat and garrisoned your pathetic domain. We could be fighting on the front, we could have pushed the Chaos forces so far back with the strength of my company that they wouldn't even be here now. But you requested an Astartes presence here on your planet, just so you could sleep easier at night." snarled Captain Tarvan.
"You are a thug, Captain Tarvan. I do not know how you were ever appointed to the position you are, you're more useless when it comes to tactics than a med-servitor. To be honest, I--gaaaargh!"
The eleven foot space marine grabbed the Governor by the throat, ever so tenderly as so to not break his fragile neck, and lifted him up above even his own head. "You would be wise to shut your blasphemous mouth, Governor. I only have so much patience, you pompous, useless waste of the Emperors' gift of life. You miserable pig! You disgust me."
Tarvan dropped the Governor as two Imperial delegates entered the room. He stormed past them, knocking them over. By the Emperor, if the Governor wanted the Space Marines to fight this war on their own, then they would.

The thousand sons set up a perimeter around the newely captured territory, and set about barricading it, with the precision of a automaton. Gra'ksirra had left the corpses to his daemons, and they set about them with a furious abandon, devouring flesh, burning the bodies and mutating the equipment left behind. The mutants had set up a massive camp site in the shadow of a huge sky scraper, prefferring the cool darkness than the burning sunlight. Gra'ksirra himself was busily conversing with a khornate marine, who apparently, was angered by the followers of tzeentch saving them.

"Tobais, i understand pefectly, that in your gods eyes, the fact you had to be saved from certain death by...us is a failure, and you must atone for your slights by shedding blood for your god, but you misunderstand our true reason for being here. This was our landing location. You just so happened to reach the same area, at the same time. Your stories will be forever recorded in the annals of time, so i suggest you calm down."

The chaos lord ground his teeth and flexed his inhuman muscles. He didnt have to listen to this, and yet... and yet this daemon deserved his respect. It was incredibly ancient, and equally elagant with its words. He growled with frustration.

"Daemon, i thank you for clearing a landing site. May i ask you your reasons for coming to this planet?"

Gra'ksirra smiled. Then snapped his beak together with seeming anticipation. "a great warriors story will unfold upon this planet, and i am here to make sure it is recorded."

With that, the daemon turned on the spot and hobbled back over to his waiting lieutenants.

As the battle for the bridge continued it appeared obvious that the outside space battle of the first assault had been a technical win by the imperials, it was the chaos forces that where pulling back however, the imperials had lost almost 50% of the their support fleet in the attack.

Solaris roared in excitement as another 2 guardsmen fell to his blade, he ducked a plasma shell from the bridge direction to see a line of ten servitors all with 2 plasma guns linked to their bodies instead of arms, He realized then that this inquisitor must not have wanted to fight in hand to hand with Solars, at this though Solaris buckled down his shield in front of his body and made an almost inhuman dash toward the line.

While the line had began firing they had shredded 3 of the squad that had come to support the assault on the bridge, and managed to liquidate the lower half of one of the retinue that followed Solaris. When Solaris reached the gun line not 5 meters from the bridge itself he barreled straight into the end 4 of the servitors basically snapping them like old dead tree branches. The other six where taken down from a combined fire of bolter and power weapons.

As Solaris approached the bridge he noted that there was 3 squads of guardsmen in a cresent moon shape facing the doorway, without fear or even a slight hesitation Solaris walked in with his retinue a now 3 man team from its once 5.

So you are the bridge master of this ship? Solaris questioned as he took a look at a man who was the size of an Astartes in power armor, wearing his own power armor, in both hands laid two impressive looking power maces.

Yes i am Lord Falerion of the Ordo Malaeos (sorry about the spelling was not sure how to spell that one) And by the Emperor's will and command you are to die here and now heretic!

Solaris looked around at the guardsmen and simply smiled and said, my poor, poor inquisitor i am afraid that it is you who will be dying today, As Solaris charged the inquisitor and the gaurdsmen brought their guns to bear the floor at the very front of the bridge erupted sending gaurdsmen in several directions some of which was one gaurdsmen going 3-4 directions at once. Solaris smiled as he thought death from within!

The inquisitor fought toe to toe with Solaris for 4 blows until it was painfully obvious that the chaos lord was toying with him. As the Inquisitor brought an overhead smash with one mace down upon the shield the other left side swipe met the sword with a parry that knocked the inquisitor back a step.

From where the front of the bridge had been there was now an entirely new squad from the Corrosive Wraiths, their armor all dark green with an almost wispy silver look to it. These where slaughtering the remaining gaurdsmen along with the retinue and the remaining marines from the assault.

After 1 minute of combat and all the remaining guardsmen were dead, the inquisitor was weary and had multiple slices that split the power armor open to the skin and blood was coming from multiple wounds. The inquisitor took two steps back and looked at Solaris before simply saying Death From Within my lord.

Good work Keaton, how did it feel to be an Imperial for a while? Solaris asked.

Everything is as you had predicted my lord these imperials where waiting for the arrival of the inquisitor 3 months ago after we killed him in transit and i took his position i did as was instructed my lord.

"A landing zone has been secured by the forces of Tzeentch and Khorne. The Imperial Forces aren't currently assaulting that position. Landing there should be no problem" Keaton reported.

"Good work" said Solaris, "it will be good to have you back in my Retinue, old friend. Now we can commandeer this ship and add it to our own forces! Get Istel to send over a taskforce to kill the remaining lapdogs, and a crew to man this ship. We will be commencing the ground assault soon - and a glorious victory awaits us!"

As they repositioned the Oberon class battle cruiser behind the moon with the rest of the chaos fleet, the Corrosive Wraiths began to deploy their forces; 150 Chaos Marines towards their intended landing zone. In addition, six Predators, a Vindicator and two Land Raiders were also prepped for deployment.

As Solaris finished reviewing the conflict that had already taken place, he turned back to look at the holo map of the city that he was planning to take for himself; with those Manufactorums he could create thousands of tanks for his force... yes, he thought, this will be our greatest victory! Over the Imperial scum, and the other Chaos Lords. Their Warbands will join mine should I beat their leaders. But it shall take a lot of preparation, and for now, they may prove useful in taking this planet.

OOC: just letting you know void the 35 marines was a decoy and was actually not attacking the main hive city i was thinking about having my 200ish marines go take another city but killing the same city works for me. Yes sorry about the horrible grammar, can't teach an old dog new tricks I suppose. Ahh don't worry i will work at that, ok so then the 35 marines sent in the original assault are on the ground with the other forces, cool. Thanks for the clearing up of that Dark.

Kat, I recommend two things:
1) Write your RP posts in Word first, so that you can check your spellings,
2) Please use speech marks! Sixty-six and Ninety-nine! Whatever you wanna call 'em; " and ".
(Just FYI, you use 'where' a lot when it should be were)

Also, please remember that there are 30,000 Imperial guard and PDF's on the planet, along with an armoured Imperial Fists battle company. So if you attracted all that... 35 marines and two tanks ain't gonna last long. So perhaps you should edit your post to say something like this instead of what you wrote (otherwise you will need rescueing like Kharnflakes did):


"A landing zone has been secured by the forces of Tzeentch and Khorne. The Imperial Forces aren't currently assaulting that position. Landing there should be no problem" Keaton reported.

"Good work" said Solaris, "it will be good to have you back in my Retinue, old friend. Now we can commandeer this ship and add it to our own forces! Get Istel to send over a taskforce to kill the remaining lapdogs, and a crew to man this ship. We will be commencing the ground assault soon - and a glorious victory awaits us!"

As they repositioned the Oberon class battle cruiser behind the moon with the rest of the chaos fleet, the Corrosive Wraiths began to deploy their forces; 150 Chaos Marines towards their intended landing zone. In addition, six Predators, a Vindicator and two Land Raiders were also prepped for deployment.

As Solaris finished reviewing the conflict that had already taken place, he turned back to look at the holo map of the city that he was planning to take for himself; with those Manufactorums he could create thousands of tanks for his force... yes, he thought, this will be our greatest victory! Over the Imperial scum, and the other Chaos Lords. Their Warbands will join mine should I beat their leaders. But it shall take a lot of preparation, and for now, they may prove useful in taking this planet.

ok, if its alright i would like to redo my bloke? into a small group of IG?