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right. first of all the game has not started but the post by troll will be considered canon. (but please refrain from RPing until the game has started)


and I am working on those descriptions darko, they will be up soon

in addition to 40k there will be some lotr the armies are: gondor, isengard, mordor, moria. those are the ones I played and that game was the one that introduced me to 40k (first army was isengard cuz uruk-hai are cool)

also: there can be a small amount of ambush vally ('Nam) minis as I play that if you want

aside from that I dont want to clutter up the factions too much.

We could have a recruitment thread, a thread for each faction (whole codices, not individual forces, e.g. Imperial Guard as a whole rather than Darkvoid's Forces) and a thread for battles. Battles could revolve around using creativity-you could say that you blow up a cupboard to get the guys inside, but risk annoying the humans. Alternatively, they could shoot flamers through it but on a 5+ they set fire to the carpet. Alliances could be created between two forces, however one force may have different enemies to another and infighting could start. And dogs could be involved when there's lots of loud noises.
Not with real models obviously, just internet discussion and dice rolling. Just an idea.

ineptus astartes wrote:and I am working on those descriptions darko, they will be up soon

Good to here.

While your username lacks capital letters, mine does not. Please remember this.

Yours truely, Dakka's resident Grammar Nazi.

TrollPie wrote:We could have a recruitment thread, a thread for each faction (whole codices, not individual forces, e.g. Imperial Guard as a whole rather than Darkvoid's Forces) and a thread for battles. Battles could revolve around using creativity-you could say that you blow up a cupboard to get the guys inside, but risk annoying the humans. Alternatively, they could shoot flamers through it but on a 5+ they set fire to the carpet. Alliances could be created between two forces, however one force may have different enemies to another and infighting could start. And dogs could be involved when there's lots of loud noises.
Not with real models obviously, just internet discussion and dice rolling. Just an idea.

Way too many threads if we follow that idea. Two is pushing it, three is excessive.

[ninga'd}



I will base the OT off of Darko's off topic/recruitment thread for space hulk (also when the char sheets are posted they will probably be up within a few minuits because for me thats easy to do.)

this here will be the actual battles/talking between the charachters, as well as the full roster.


(a thread for each faction would have the MODS after my blood.)

alright folks! the OT thread is up and I will be posting the room details there in a few.

Player: Yeroc500 or is this the faction then Chaos marines
Character: Marduk of the Word Bearers
height: 3cm
Weapons/gear: Daemon weapon, bolt pistol, evil crozius arcanum, power armor, helmet of the warmonger (allows use of the warp)
age: 2 years
Summary: After reading the dark series, the nerd created a Marduk model. He has lived all his life gaining dust with the other Word Bearers, because the nerd never plays Chaos. They are currently located in the garage in a KR multi case. Marduk recently came into being and is now planning his revenge on the nerd. Once he gets out of the box that is.

Oops. Sorry didnt know you didnt want character sheets yet. My bad

oh no charachter sheets ARE wanted (just on the recrurment thread)

and another thing...chaos is my main army.

Oh..... Well sorry bout that. But anyways.

dont worry I only play night lords and black legion

My reasoning for editing the summary saying you play your cursed Night Lords, who i despise anyways.

Marduk pounded on the inside of the KR multi case. "Kol-Badar burn threw the wall with your melta", Marduk said to the terminator. "That might work." The terminator growled and shot his combi-melta at the wall. It crumbled from the super-heated beam. Suddenly all the meltas in the army had opened up on the boxes walls. They crumbled. Marduk laughed. "Call up the transports the fall is a big one. The Rhino`s and landraiders drove across the huge KR multicase. The marines filed in and the vehicles drove off the ledge onto another box followed by another until it hit the ground. The stormravens flew from the box with their dreadnought cargo. They made several runs carrying those who didnt have a ride and the dreadnoughts. The daemons all materialized on the ground next to Marduk`s Icon bearer Burias. All 304. Two squads of CSM were thrown back by the sudden entrance of the daemons. Marduk laughed some more. He put his hand on Kol-Badar`s shoulder, "See I told you we`d make it. you`re getting senile old man. Hopefully I wont have to replace you." Kol-Badar threw the hand off his shoulder and walked off to join the annoited.

Mark Norman woke up and rubbed his bleary eyes. Tumbling out of bed he staggered to the hall and into the bathroom. Looking into the mirror a tired face looked back, after combing his mop of jet-black hair into a presentable form, putting on his bathrobe and heading into the kitchen mark put on his glasses and waited for his tea to heat up. Outside it was a grey, overcast day. Just like Mark liked.


What mark did not like was the sounds of the TV coming from the rec room. Walking downstairs on the thick wall to wall red carpet that covered both the stairs and the rec room he looked over the edge of the wooden stair-bars
He stared. On his couch stood his commissar yarrick mini, screaming orders at a leman russ tank dragging a remote.
several chimeras were carrying books and a trio of shoeboxes and a deathstrike missil launcher was carting around a large amount of plastic
bases.


The boxes were laid opened but down and several troops began to cut into them with meltas. The boxes were arranged in a U shape with the tops being dragged away by a trio of sentinels and placed on top of small stacks of books, making several ‘outposts’ around the table. A pair of basilisk artillery moved into each of the three tops and deployed. The sentinels began to do other tasks.

On each roof of the cardboard boxes was set a heavy weapon, one heavy bolter, one missile launcher and one mortar.

At this point Mark’s brain caught up with him. “umm…umm…gah” were the words that left his mouth.

Unfortunately the commissar heard it too.
“Well crap.” Mumbled Mark as the commissar stared at him.

Marduk`s scout jumped down the garage stairs. "Dark apostle, Mark has awaken and noticed a group of imperial guard being led by Commisar Yarrick", the scout told Marduk. Marduk nodded. "Lets move", he said to Kol-Badar. Kol-Badar issued the order and the army slowly climbed the stairs. They walked into the rec-room. Mark was standing wide-eyed at the sight. The imperial guard had set up a base already with outposts around it. "Dammit, Kol-Badar we must set up a base. Back men! Back", Marduk yelled. His army turned around and went back into the garage. Mark had turned and looked at the little sounds of the CSM army moving. Marduk didnt notice and followed his army back into the garage. "Kol-Badar I give you 6 hours to bbuild a better base. Now move my warlord, times ticking, the gods dont like being stalled", Marduk said to Kol-Badar and walked off to go and look at the schematics of the house.

Major Kern was busy riding atop his command tank: A gigantic machine of the Omnissiah's wrath, a Stormblade named "Judge and Jury" slowly scanning the jungle before him with his binoculars. Behind him came the third battalion of the 145th Krieg Heavy Siege Regiment. The forces under his command stretched out hundreds of yards and included many makes and types of vehicles. Dust was churned by his tank's giant treads as the men behind him trudged along, also kicking up dirt with their boots, wheels, and other treads. All of his men had been on alert since they had entered the jungle as they made their way to their designated deployment post on the other side.

"Major, sir." Someone called from below him. The major looked down into his turret where a man with his trademark gas mask looked up at him. The man proffered the major with a vox phone which he took.

"Kern here." He stated from behind his own leering skull gas mask.

"Sir, Kyerzak here." Stated the familiar voice of the Major's Commissar from his own Chimera. "My vox officer reports massive auspex contacts dead ahead." He said in a calm voice. Kern looked to his own vox officer who was looking down at his own auspex and nodded to Kern before he responded.

"Roger that, Commissar, I have confirmed signals on my own, standby." Kern said coming back out of the tank's parapet and looking at the horizon with his binoculars. Frustratingly, there was little to see except for the undergrowth, Kern cursed under his breath. He switched his vox to a channel where all of his officer would here him.

"Sound off all units, any visual contact with anything? Hostiles? fauna of any type?"

The responses that came back to him frustrated him even more, nothing for visuals but the auspex clearly indicated something, a lot of somethings were there, if they went much further the contacts would be all around them.

"You orders sir?" Kyerzak asked over the vox, there was a pause as Kern thought over his options.

"Stop the convoy, all units full stop." He said over the vox, in a few moments, the convoy stopped at a complete halt.

"Change formation. Vehicles guarding the front and flanks then the grenadiers guarding the rear, all other troops protect the artillery. I repeat, at this time be prepared to face an attack from all sides."

There was a large amount of clanking and thumping of boots as the dour troops of the Krieg battalion realigned themselves behind their commander's tank. When they were done, Kern got the call on his vox.

"Battalion ready to move at your orders, sir."

Satisfied, Kern ordered the group to move out and prayed that they would be able to make it to the other side of this Emperor forsaken jungle without suffering too many casualties...

"Kern to all units, I want a constant three sixty degree vigilance on our perimeter, anything not wearing a mask better not get within twenty meters of the convoy, understood?"

The responses, as Kern had expected, came back promptly and in the affirmative, satisfied, Kern went back to watching the front of the advance...

Yarrik gazed up at the man in front of him.
"Well don't just stand their, tell me who was that behind you?"
Mark told him about the Chaos Marine army.
"Chaos scum? You paid for Chaos forces??? Men, open fire! Purge the heretic! I suppose next you bought overpriced Orks from some tyrant!"
"I kind of did...they're in the garden..." muttered Mark as the weapons turned to face him. A las-bolt hit him in the eye and he ran away screaming.
"Alright men. First company, let's head for the garden. The rest of you keep watch here, and if needed head to the attic. Oh, not now you imbeciles! Grey's Anatomy is starting!

Vio looked at the reports. outside in the great green jungle there were reports of orks and masked humans.he thought of the possibility of helping them but he knew it was a lost cause. the another way led down a giant stairs and climbing was not the taus strong suit. good thing they had the tanks,although it would be tedious to get everyone down. the only other option led past the living room,and there was no way he was going to sneak an army by all those humans.plus the giant color giver (get it?painter ) had run out of there screaming holding his eye. so if it wasent safe for a giant,then who was it safe for. "i wonder how easily the color giver would come over to the grater good. "
"shas'o'vio,we found the food you wanted." turning to the XV12 suit,vio asked
"really? were?"
"in the giant white box. its cold in there but filled with all kinds of giant human food. although its very hard to get around in there."
"very good.start passing out supplies.oh,and how did you even get in?" he couldnt tell,but he thought the young tau was smiling.
"we had one of the hammerheads blow a hole in the front door thing."
"very good. move along to distributing that food now."as the XV12 left,vio returned to putting attention back to planning,he couldn't help but think of how he awoke. he was on the counter (island?) in a case. as he shot his way out along with his men he came to find out he was on the bottom case next to the white box shooting its side. it took an hour to get out,and another 2 to get organized and help a few others out. "well,i think we should stay hear for now. set up defenses and send out more scouts. i want to know more about every place we can go.and i want them back in an hour o an hour 30 or they will be thought dead."

“ow ow ow ow ow!”

Mark rubbed his eye for the tenth time in as many seconds. What the HELL was going on here? The sound of automatic weapons fire coming from his guest room was not a welcome sound. Picking up and loading his BB gun he stormed in.

US marines in drab desert camo were taking cover from arrows behind Bradley fighting vehicles and HMMWV transports, while moria goblins streamed down from the massive moria board and attacked them.


The bellowing and harsh war-crys of uruk-hai was punctuated by the ‘pop!’ of bolters. Where the troops of isengard and the sisters of battle were slaughtering each other in a middle eastern town.

Scowling. Mark raised his airsoft gun and fired into the mass of goblins, tearing five of them apart.

The room went very quiet.

One of the delta force commandoes spoke first “Holy s**t! First goblins and now giants? Where are we?”

The orcs and goblins started running as fast as they could while the uruk-hai began bowing and scraping. Mark realized that he was wearing his “isengard” bathrobe.
Outside it began to pour.

The sisters of battle gasped when they saw him and started arguing whether he was a saint, a deamon or a xeno.

“Hey man, what the f***k is going on?” asked a USMC infantryman.

"K'THUMP!" "K"THUMP!"

From within the dusty old box the dusty old Zoat King fought to get out.

He telepathically cursed the box to his fellow models. "May it burn on a Daemon world!" He telepathically
screamed to his subordinates. One Flamer-wielding comrade obliged.

"What's that smell?" Mark wondered aloud. "Wait... It's smoke!"

“CRAPCRAPCRAPCRAPCRAPCRAPCRAP!” screamed mark as he charged through the kitchen into the basement, accidentally trampling a pair of sentry drones.

Running downstairs and throwing the pantry door open, the exhausted teen found several of his uncles old zoat army rampaging about setting fire to a box. “WHAT THE F**K?” he screamed and began flinging them about to get them out of his food storage area, when a fleshborer fired a glittering stream of borer beetles at his hand. “Aarrgg!” He howled and flattened the zoat responsible for the bug bites. The rest of them fled into the musty recesses of the rat tunnels below the boiler. As an afterthought, Mark sprayed RAID down the hole and placed a brick on top but knew that they would get out somehow.


“Heretic!” came the cry from the coffee table. Yarrick was screaming at a character on the TV. Mark had no idea what the show was, but he snuck up behind the couch with his back to the garage door and reaching over. He plucked Yarrick from his seat on a leman russ, yanked off the commisars power claw, and violently shook him about, bellowing “MY HOUSE! MY RULES!”

vio stared at the color giver as he ran down the great stairs and then came back up. as he went back to the map they had drawn on a yellow peel which was turning brown annoyingly fast,he heard the color giver yell something bout house and rules. "odd.well,everything here is odd. also go find us better map martial"as the pathfinders ran off,vio got an idea. "you see this room?" looking at the map,vios commanders replyed
"yes,its smaller than the rest.what is it?"
"i dont know,but it seems more defendeble. me and 1 kroot team,1 hound team, both human teams, and the vespid team are going to go capture it."
"yes shas'o'vio...but you sure you dont want to take more?"
"ill call if i need more.the scouts say there is a giant round chair in there,bet the humans are spending alot of time in there." as vio gathered his things and his crew,they were dropped off by the hammerheads on the ground. walking out of the kitchen and to the bottom of the stairs,vio gulped. "this is gonna be one heck of a climb." as they climbed a few stairs,vio thought he heard something,but when nothing showed up,they continued. as they were almost at the top,vio heard a bark. looking down at the bottom of the stairs,there was a huge dog there looking at him."...climb faster men! fast,fast fast!" as they got to the top and rushed for the small room,he heard the beast catching up. "weres the color giver when you need him to stomp something?!"

(we really need a map.please make one on paint or something.)

sure. I dont know how to post maps to dakka though

(the bathrooms are in the basement and the second floor you need to climb stairs to get their. the only TV is in the basment as well)

ineptus astartes wrote:sure. I dont know how to post maps to dakka though

(the bathrooms are in the basement and the second floor you need to climb stairs to get their. the only TV is in the basment as well)

just post it on a picture hosting site like photobucket then put it on like you would any other picture.ima go edit my post.ima gonna just climb to 2nd instead of go down to basement.

here is a collection of pictures (not showing people but they do show my dog shorty)

this first pic is part of the living room. taken from the dining room wich is connected by an arch to the living room. to rthe near right is the front door. to the far right is the closet. directly ehead of you is the sunroom (it is night at the time) and to your left is the living room and beond that are the stairs.


the next photo is the same but you can see part of the mantelpiece and a chair


the next group of pic was taken when I was thirteen during halloween (I make a point of never showing my face on the 'net but for ref i am the frogmanreaper 'the grim peeper'

the shot gets the living room from the sunroom and to the far right (out of sight, is the stairs, wich run parralel to the room


in the next is a shot of my dad. but dont pay any attetion to him. the dining room is in the backround.

[Mod Edit - Non-wargaming attachments are not allowed on Dakka Dakka. Pleasae host such pictures at a dedicated hosting site.]

so does this answer your questions?

Map would have been somewhat more useful.
Can you post the location of the rooms? Like were the heck is laundry room?

the laundry room is in basment next to the rec room


cant make a map ATM dont have any drawing software.

Marduk watches as a stormraven slowly nudges a button on a remote. A huge door opens up on the far side of the garage. "Hahahahaahaha, You were wrong Kol-Badar, it did open the big door. Now I`m taking a landraider and a squad of annoited with me, we`re going to go scout the area. Also I want two scout squads to set up outside the garage", Marduk said to the warlord. Kol-Badar grunted and started giving out orders. "Actually just a squad of havocs and a stormraven. I want an airiel view", Marduk said. The stormrave that had opened the door now came andlanded in front of Marduk. It had the Chapter House extension to make it look more realistic. The Dark Apostle boarded the stormraven, along the 217th Havoc squad under Namrie-san. "Pilot we`re in take off", the warrior brother gave a thumbs up and the stormraven took off. "Now take us around the yard. I want to scope it out", Marduk ordered. the stormraven took off and circle the yard. Suddenly las-fire peppered the outside. Underneath was a Death corps regiment. "Feth, get us out of here. Namrie fire a few las-cannons down at them", Marduk yelled. "Alright Dark Apostle. Sacarth fire on one of their vehicles", Namrie orders. The marine opens a hatch and fires. A vehicles tread is ripped off. "Nice shot now pilot get us out of here", Marduk yells to be heard over the wind.