It was quiet now, she could rest her tried body here at least.
Farseer Eluna was forced to lean heavily on her spear as she had escaped from the battle in the main chamber, accessing her reserves had drained her significantly, and she had been unprepared for the sudden counter-attack of green-skin seers. She had almost had him, by Khaine!
She punched a nearby hull plate in frustration, then immediately regretted it, not only because signs of frustration being undignified for a seer, but mostly because it made her hand hurt.
Eluna gave a soft chuckle, another bad habit picked up from the Imperials.
She found a cleft in the rock that allowed her access to a small cavern and almost collapsed in relief at finding a safe heaven on this acursed hulk.
But she couldn't rest now, she must mae certain she was secure, as so she sent her mind out, through the walls of her refuge-
wait. what was that?
Focusing her will she drew closer and closer to a single light, laughably dim, but still useful, a low level seer, within the human camp.
There was another nearby, far brighter and formidable, but Eluna recognized the steel mind of a space marine, turned inwards and difficult to penetrate, no she'd take the weaker mind.
she dipped into his surface thoughts, gathering information she could use to contact him, then deposited a message of greetings within his consciousness and fled.
Back in her hiding spot she opened her eyes, The inquisitor now knew she was on the hulk, and willing to assist him, but he did not know if she had others with her or where she was exactly. it would do.
Then she lent back against the cold rock and worked on gathering her mental energies again. She would need them before long, of that she had no doubt.
The deck shook as Warklaw plodded across it, everywhere he tread now, his boyz knew to get out of his way, otherwise they'd be little green pancakes on the deck that the others would scrape off with squigs. Warklaw was moving with a purpose, it was hard not to anymore, towards a small encampment where Borgutz had told him two groups of orks h had wanted to see were here. As he plodded up, the boyz from the two groups stood at attention as much as their huge muscled physiology would allow. One was a group of Bad Moonz orks, distinctive by their flashy gear and black and yellow paint scheme. Many dreadnoughts brimming with killpower stood amongst them, all awed by Warklaw's new form. The other group was a large lot of ork freebooterz, orky pirates who worked for Warklaw in exchange for weapons and teef. Warklaw addressed the Bad Moonz nob first.
"Dis ere's my new killy kan, I'm gonna need sum udder boyz with kanz like me ta whip dem umiez. Git me yur best dreadz, deys gonna be takin orderz from me now..."
The Bad Moon nob, on a decked out battlewagon and surrounded by flash gitz with heavy weapons growled slightly but did as he was told. Soon, a big mob of ork dreads surrounded Warklaw and began to follow him, they were to be his new personal guard.
Warklaw turned to the freebooterz and smiled inside his kan.
"You lot bring wut I told ya?"
The freebooterz captain, a strangely dressed ork pirate nob with a pet squig that reminded Warklaw of Izzy smiled and marched over to some rather large and thickly armored iron boxes. All were bolted shut with huge rivets and were surrounded by orks with big gunz and what Warklaw saw to be itchy trigger fingers. The Freebooter captain kicked one of the huge boxes eliciting an alien hiss from inside.
"Dem tings da humiez call 'jeansteelerz' ower speshulty." The nob announced with a grin. Warklaw wore one of his own.
"guud, you know wot ta do wit em, see if you lot can sneak dis ere cage as close as ya can ta wun of dem humiez boss huts and let deeze bugs do da rest. Dey tink dey can take ol Warklaw out and ruin iz fun? Letz zee ow dey like it."
"What's in it fer us?" The captain asked with a scowl.
"You do dis fer me, I'll make shure you get anyfing ya wantz, Sawchop..."
The freebooterz smile returned, his tusks sticking out of his maw.
"Sounds guud bozz."
The buisiness done, Warklaw proceeded to a cleared deck, away from hiz boyz, the only others there were his new dread retinue and Gutkrunch.
"Tell dat boy Gorskar dat I's at da place ee wants ta meet." Warklaw commanded his mek. A few seconds passed and Warklaw turned to his dreads.
"You lot listen up, I dun do dis ting very often but I'z about ta try and negosheeate wit annuver boy calls imself Gorskar, all you boyz need ta know iz dat hez comin ere an ta keep on yur tows, dun one of you do nuttin till I say, but if eez tryin ta pull some sneaky stuff den ouz light em up real good."
Character name:(Shas'o)Commander Darkblade
Character age:45
Character race:T'au
Character profession:Commander
Character personality:Firm believer of 'the Greater Good', willing to work with nonbelievers to make his way home, exhausted from 6 months of terror and fighting, strangely calm given the situation
Character appearance:
Character height: 5'8
Character equipment: XV22 Stealth Suit,Blacksun filter, Burst Cannon
Character bio/background story: Six months ago the space hulk was in T'au space, the Tau, curious by nature sent a force to explore the hulk. However in a fluke of bad luck as soon as the Tau got off their boarding craft the Hulk reentered the warp destroying many of the craft as they were pulling back to a safe distance. At first the Tau were able to control a decent amount of the hulk(about 10% of it), however between seemingly endless waves of Orks, Daemons and Genestealers, the Tau were crushed to a small group of no more than 4 Stealth suits, and some scattered firewarriors. Now after 6 months of hell salvation is at hand, but first they must find a way onto the imperial boarding craft before the Hulk reenters the warp.
Okay, joining this mainly because Dark has been nagging me for ages to join, but also because I have been partly interested from the start…
… thank god, another Tau player…
Player: The Kaiser
Character Name: Shas’ui T’au Kais
Character age: 28
Character Race: Tau
Character Profession: Shas’ui of a small squad of Fire Warriors
Character Personality: Fairly serious, always keeping his mind on the task at hand. Tries not to be distracted.
Character Appearance: Like any other normal Tau warrior in armour, of the T’au sept.
Character Height: 5’9
Character Equipment: Fire Warrior armour, bonding knife, pulse pistol, rail rifle.
Character bio/ background story: Kais’ parents were killed in the Damocles Gulf Crusade, and therefore he has always had a hatred towards the Space Marines. Due to much training, Kais became proficient with the rail rifle, and long range combat. He was sent in with the boarding craft to explore the Space Hulk, but when it re-entered the warp, him and his squad were separated, and now he fights for survival, hoping that somehow he will be able to find Commander Darkblade in the gigantic craft.
Shas'ui T'au Kais wrote:I have about 4 other fire warriors in my squad...
... and one or two of them may die...
Well I guess thats one thing about the orks is they are expected to die en masse
so are gaurd...
Darkvoid. I am supposed to be a -radical- inquisitor but am deemed too valuable to be deemed excommunicate traitoris (he is based on a character in dark heresy)
Gorskar.da.Lost wrote:Fairly numerous. It's a medium-sized Waaagh!, so roughly between 1 and 3 million orks.
I can decrease this as necessary.
AND YOU SAY I AMOP!?!
Yeah, I do, hippie. Problem? Each character seems to have an army, so it's not too unreasonable. Can't even land them all on the hulk, because it isn't big enough.
....Come my roughly two squads, tonight we fight evil. These foes came to our land with pillage and war as their intent. Instead we shall visit death upon them. Sharpen your blades, SHARPEN YOUR GUNS, AND DON YOUR PLOT ARMOR, FOR IT IS TIME TO KILL MILLIONS OF ORKS!!!!!!!
I am thinking of terminating this current char sheet in favor of my fav race: Tyranids (so darkvoid? can I hand this guy over to you or another player [or have him killed by something] in favor of the nids? (please say yes!)
Wardragoon wrote:....Come my roughly two squads, tonight we fight evil. These foes came to our land with pillage and war as their intent. Instead we shall visit death upon them. Sharpen your blades, SHARPEN YOUR GUNS, AND DON YOUR PLOT ARMOR, FOR IT IS TIME TO KILL MILLIONS OF ORKS!!!!!!!
CHARGE!
What, what?
Millions...
... uh...
... I'll see ya around some time... *runs off rather hastily*
Wardragoon wrote:....Come my roughly two squads, tonight we fight evil. These foes came to our land with pillage and war as their intent. Instead we shall visit death upon them. Sharpen your blades, SHARPEN YOUR GUNS, AND DON YOUR PLOT ARMOR, FOR IT IS TIME TO KILL MILLIONS OF ORKS!!!!!!!
CHARGE!
What, what?
Millions...
... uh...
... I'll see ya around some time... *runs off rather hastily*
ineptus, dragoon - neither of you should have posted without me first approving of your characters, therefore both of your IC posts are disregarded. As for creating a Tyranid character.. I'm undecided. It'd arguably be one the hardest type of character to play to a satisfactory standard, so I'm afraid that unless you're as good as Gorskar, Harrab or myself, then I really don't think you should. Regardless, your current character is so ridiculously stupid that I'm not allowing it anyway. There's a difference between being a radical Inquisitor and an impossible person spawned from the recesses of someone's mind. Either tone your character down to an acceptable level or create a new one. :Thumbsup:
dragoon, write a new introductory post that doesn't involve you pointing a gun at one of our players.
Kaiser, ma bro, you are accepted. Say you were part of dragoon's force but got separated. Feel free to have a hidden camp-type-living-place-thingy.
Marcus woke with a jolt. It was 'morning'. He must have fallen asleep in his chair, the shotgun laying across his lap. He opened a well thumbed pocket diary and crossed another day off. Only one more day till the assault on 'The Scrap Heap'. He frowned; he vaguely remembered a dream, or was it a passing thought from the previous 'night'. He tried hard to remember... a name? A face? A...
"Sir?" Robur entered the tent. Marcus would resume his thoughts letter. "I have breakfast."
"Ah, that is wonderful!" Marcus replied. The 'wonderful' breakfast consisted of a protein gruel, a biscuit hard as iron and a cup of caffeine somewhere between hot and cold... mostly cold.
"So what is the plan for today sir?"
"Well..." Marcus wiped a trace of gruel from his mouth, flicking open the diary again. High command wants to see me again, probably to complain with me taking 2500 of their dragoons and crewmen and about 200 vehicles from the pool. The deathwatch team wished to speak with me and there is a rumor going around that you can find a decent cup of caffeine in one of the Ousian companies; not that you can't make a decent cup of caffeine." Marcus added hastily.
"I'm afraid the company you speak of is the first sir, a long way from here."
"Shame, dreadful shame."
There was the sound of the commotion outside, two men arguing. Marcus stepped out of his tent to see what it was about. Outside stood the engineers and several of the grenadiers. In the middle were Sergeant Domini and Captain Cecil, both were arguing and the dispute looked to be spiraling out of control.
"I won't stand to have you insult the honor and upstanding of my men!" Cecil shouted.
"Honor and upstanding! You lot are just a bunch of thieves no more no less!" Domini shouted back.
"Your coming this close" Cecil held his index and thumb less than an inch apart "from me chopping you bleeding head off!"
"Come on, try me, see where it gets you!" Domini replied
Cecil shouted something incoherent as he drew his double edged power sword. Silence feel as the sound of five revolver shotguns being readied answered by the sound of six hellguns charging up brought the world to a stand still.
"What in the warps name is going on here!" Marcus shouted "Have you two lost your [censored from imperial records] minds?! We are but a few miles from the front line and you two want to start killing each other here! I need every last one of you and I won't have anyone killed over so called honor or unfounded accusations!"
Domini turned and faced Marcus "Sir, these men think it funny to steal demolition equipment; you cant mess with that stuff."
"And I tell you there is no way my men have taken any demolitions." Cecil promptly replied.
"Wait a second and start from the beginning." Marcus said calmly.
"Well, at the mornings inventory check we found four high-grade, high-explosive demo charges missing; 6 coils of det wire; eight primers, eight detonates, a set of four repeaters circuits and three wall breaching charges." Domini said strongly "I checked them, then each man here checked them. There is a lot of sensitive equipment missing and we spotted about five men hanging about the demo lockup when we headed off on our rounds of the fortifications along the old front line."
"And when was this?" Marcus said, stopping Cecil from replying instantly.
"About 5:40 standard Terran time..."
"And at that time I was holding a role call, all my soldiers were present." Cecil interrupted.
"He's lying sir!" Domini shouted.
"He's not." The voice of the quite Robur shocked everyone into silence. "I observed the role-call. He is correct to say that all men were there."
"So it Cecil's men don't have the equipment," Marcus began "and you haven't miss counted, then who has the demolition supplies?"
Wardragoon wrote:....Come my roughly two squads, tonight we fight evil. These foes came to our land with pillage and war as their intent. Instead we shall visit death upon them. Sharpen your blades, SHARPEN YOUR GUNS, AND DON YOUR PLOT ARMOR, FOR IT IS TIME TO KILL MILLIONS OF ORKS!!!!!!!
CHARGE!
What, what?
Millions...
... uh...
... I'll see ya around some time... *runs off rather hastily*
You forgot to mention one really pissed off Warboss in a megadread...
And yes we have millions of orks, the rest of the serious/active RPers on this are either SPEHS MAHREENS, guard, or your assorted "order" forces hence why Warklaw is now walking around in a giant dreadnought.
@ Wizard...Hmmmmm.....where could those explosives have gone? *shoves stolen explosives behind wall inconspicuously with foot*
Character name: Demogorgon Character age: ? Character race: humane/chaos space marine/terminator lord Character profession:Night lord warband leader Character personality: Darkly humorous, cold, calculating. Character appearance:like moat marines he is bald and immense. with a powerful but lithe build. he wears the skulls of his most vaunted enimies on a belt on his waist and their prized weapons adorn his quarters upon his (now fused to the hulk) ship heart of darkness Character height: 12 feet tall Character equipment: storm bolter(with bayonet), power/chainfist combo (the kind with the spiky fingers) Character bio/background story: aside from the fact that he and his warband have been stranded on the hulk for 50 years now and among some denizens among it ar a horrifying legend, coming to kill and murder then to drag the survivors off fro who knows what.
much that is known of the terminator lord Demogorgon and his 'midnight host' was lost in the sands of time. what is known however is that he served as a captain under konrad kurz himself during the heresy also being the fact that the marnes under his command all bear then names of great daemons. and that he has forged himself a warband three hundred and fifteen warriors strong, a position of power many aspiring champions only dream of...
major NPC's.
Orcus: Demogorgon's second and commander of the 150 tactiacal marines
Pazuzu: commander of the 50 chaos raptors.
Baphomet:commands the 50 chaos havocs
Yeenoghu :commands the 30 chaos terminators
Dagon: commands the 10 chaos dreadnoughts
Vulcarik: commands the five dark mechanicus
Kardum: commands the five chaos sorcerers
Hell sister Sheila Malacanthet: (consort of Demogorgon) commands 4 corrupted sisters of battle
(The reason I have so many CSMs is because I have no cultists, the night lords not following chaos in the common term)
{I dont think it is too OP but that is you-know-who's opinion}
Darkvoidof40k wrote:ineptus, dragoon - neither of you should have posted without me first approving of your characters, therefore both of your IC posts are disregarded. As for creating a Tyranid character.. I'm undecided. It'd arguably be one the hardest type of character to play to a satisfactory standard, so I'm afraid that unless you're as good as Gorskar, Harrab or myself, then I really don't think you should. Regardless, your current character is so ridiculously stupid that I'm not allowing it anyway. There's a difference between being a radical Inquisitor and an impossible person spawned from the recesses of someone's mind. Either tone your character down to an acceptable level or create a new one. :Thumbsup:
dragoon, write a new introductory post that doesn't involve you pointing a gun at one of our players.
Kaiser, ma bro, you are accepted. Say you were part of dragoon's force but got separated. Feel free to have a hidden camp-type-living-place-thingy.
Cool thing, Darko...
... I'll try and fit in an intro post, but it mostprobably won't be up by tomorrow, as I am also gonna be doing a Blood Moon post...
Darkvoidof40k wrote:ineptus, dragoon - neither of you should have posted without me first approving of your characters, therefore both of your IC posts are disregarded. As for creating a Tyranid character.. I'm undecided. It'd arguably be one the hardest type of character to play to a satisfactory standard, so I'm afraid that unless you're as good as Gorskar, Harrab or myself, then I really don't think you should. Regardless, your current character is so ridiculously stupid that I'm not allowing it anyway. There's a difference between being a radical Inquisitor and an impossible person spawned from the recesses of someone's mind. Either tone your character down to an acceptable level or create a new one. :Thumbsup:
dragoon, write a new introductory post that doesn't involve you pointing a gun at one of our players.
Kaiser, ma bro, you are accepted. Say you were part of dragoon's force but got separated. Feel free to have a hidden camp-type-living-place-thingy.
Heh sorry, I had no intention of shooting if that helps , ill hunt down and kill that message
Treading down the halls with his stealth field on Commander Darkblade replayed a scene he had made a practice of doing daily for almost a month now, albeit 'daily' broke down to sleep cycles more than an actual unit of time on this hellish mass of debris. As Darkblade approached the primitive infirmary he brought his communicator up" Shas'la am I clear to enter?" Darkblade querried. As a minute passed Darkblade wondered if something was wrong and stalked forward, blaster at the ready, coming into the infirmary he saw a sight that he was all but used to; gore was dripping off of the ceiling, Ork slugga casings were littered on the floor, his soldiers were hacked slashed and shot past the point of recognition. Swearing softly Commander Darkblade turned and on his communicator he contacted a pair of Shas'ui that were in range in this tangle of a Space Hulk all Darkblade said was "Tonight we hunt Orks"
Sithus, Archon Of Sanguines' Blood was by nature paranoid and distrustful, it came as naturally as breathing for one born in The Dark City, and even though he had not been back to that hidden pocket of the web-way in a very long time, those instincts had not dulled, and now he felt eyes upon him, cold calculating eyes.
He turned suddenly, noting that his subordinate Drachon quickly return his gaze to the darkness around him, and the Warriors around him look calm and at their ease, a sure sign of guilt. So they were plotting to take over were they, with this hulk as the prize, any who presented such wealth to Vect would gain much prestige in that most desired of courts. He would have to be cautious.
Sithius gestured his incubi bodyguards closer and leaned down to whisper into the Klaivexs' ear, forming a plan of action with this expert warrior in case of a coup, the Incubi nodded, then replied in a voice markedly different from the one he had heard before when the warrior spoke.
"That plan is effective, Archon, but there is one danger you have not foreseen."
Features rippling like smoke, the Incubi morphed into a much smaller female, and drove a glowing blade through his stomach, then turned and hacked down the rest of his bodyguard with casual ease.
The rest of the force reacted with the speed their kind was renowned for, but the Imperial Assassin moved like Helsprix herself, darting aside as blades fell and seeming to move between the splinter and dark-light shots with an agility and grace reserved for only the most skilled of Succubus.
Warriors where falling, hacked down by the glowing blade or falling with blood gushing from their eyes and ears when she turned the wrist mounted weapon on them, then she stabbed a Trueborn in the throat with a dagger pulled from a sheath on her hip, used his still falling body as a vault to launch herself skywards, fell upon the wounded Archon and drove her blade two handed through his face.
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Whispering Death rose from the corpse of her target, the small chamber was littered with dozens of dead xenos, normally that was the method of the Eversor, but she liked to be through and ensure the threat was removed. The delayed death for the Archon however, that had been for personal enjoyment.
Then with a flicker of movement she was gone, deeper into the depths of the hulk, seeking her next target.
Wardragoon wrote:Treading down the halls with his stealth field on Commander Darkblade replayed a scene he had made a practice of doing daily for almost a month now, albeit 'daily' broke down to sleep cycles more than an actual unit of time on this hellish mass of debris. As Darkblade approached the primitive infirmary he brought his communicator up" Shas'la am I clear to enter?" Darkblade querried. As a minute passed Darkblade wondered if something was wrong and stalked forward, blaster at the ready, coming into the infirmary he saw a sight that he was all but used to; gore was dripping off of the ceiling, Ork slugga casings were littered on the floor, his soldiers were hacked slashed and shot past the point of recognition. Swearing softly Commander Darkblade turned and on his communicator he contacted a pair of Shas'ui that were in range in this tangle of a Space Hulk all Darkblade said was "Tonight we hunt Orks"
I do hope thats not me you're calling...
... I don't mind if it is, but remember that we have been seperated for 6 months, and I am the only Shasui, except I have an entire squad...
Wardragoon wrote:Treading down the halls with his stealth field on Commander Darkblade replayed a scene he had made a practice of doing daily for almost a month now, albeit 'daily' broke down to sleep cycles more than an actual unit of time on this hellish mass of debris. As Darkblade approached the primitive infirmary he brought his communicator up" Shas'la am I clear to enter?" Darkblade querried. As a minute passed Darkblade wondered if something was wrong and stalked forward, blaster at the ready, coming into the infirmary he saw a sight that he was all but used to; gore was dripping off of the ceiling, Ork slugga casings were littered on the floor, his soldiers were hacked slashed and shot past the point of recognition. Swearing softly Commander Darkblade turned and on his communicator he contacted a pair of Shas'ui that were in range in this tangle of a Space Hulk all Darkblade said was "Tonight we hunt Orks"
I do hope thats not me you're calling...
... I don't mind if it is, but remember that we have been seperated for 6 months, and I am the only Shasui, except I have an entire squad...
... save one Tau, he got killed...
Lol no, I have a few XV15 suits I am still in command of(they will undoubtedly die like red shirts in star trek)
Shas’ui T’au Kais sat quietly, watching into the blazing fire that him and his squad has made out of a few small explosives, and some out of place wood. He stared into the burning cinders, and thought about how it had come to this.
6 months ago
“This is quiet, too quiet,” whispered Mont’yr, Kais’ oldest friend, and part of his squad.
“Stay quiet,” Kais ordered, moving up with his squad. “Let Commander Darkblade and his stealth suits stay in front of us. We are here if anything goes wrong. If this area is clear, the other forces in the boarding craft can enter the ship.”
“Good, but I still don’t like this.”
“Quiet,” Kais said, raising his arm to stop his squad. “What’s that creaking?”
Suddenly the ship shook violently, and Kais and his Fire Warriors struggled to stay on their feet. Kais got his balance, and ordered everybody to crouch down low.
“What was that?!” Mont’yr shouted.
“I have no idea. The ship just started to shake.”
There was a pause, before Kais could hear the creaking again, this time much louder.
“There it is again. But louder,” he said.
“Oh my,” a Fire Warrior said behind him, and Kais was forces to look at what was going on.
The sight amazed him. The ship started shaking even more violently, many Fire Warriors falling flat on their backs, and Kais could see the back of the ship was turning fast, and moments before the back collided with his boarding craft, the ship suddenly rolled to the right, and everybody apart from Kais, who had managed to grab onto a wall, was flung onto the floor, and slowly sliding down.
Kais watched in horror, as the back of the humongous ship collided with the boarding craft, sending it out of control and smashing into another, creating a spectacular explosion. Kais looked back at where his squad should be, and saw one of his Fire Warriors helplessly falling.
“No,” Kais said, just as he lost his grip, and he too fell.
Present
Kais shook his head, brushing away the memories of that day, and focusing on the present.
“Mont’yr,” he called. “Have you managed to get contact with Commander Darkblade?
“No, I haven’t,” he answered. “But wait, I sense movement not that far from here!”
“Movement?” Kais asked, amazed, as he slowly stood up. “Hostile or friendly?”
“Can’t really tell,” Mont’yr replied looking at his panel from which he conducted his operations. “They keep shifting in and out. Maybe cloaked.”
“Well whatever it is we have got to find out,” Kais said, putting on a stronger voice. “Everybody, pick up your weapons. We need to find out what that is. It could be Commander Darkblade with his stealth suits, or something other. But stay cautious, and keep your weapons ready.”
“I do hope its not hostile, we can barely keep ourselves going now without having anyone injured,” Mont’yr worried.
Kais brushed the statement away, as he ordered, “Move out.”
OOC: sorry have been busy ill start RP again i seen the second part of my events and one problem i think my partner the grey knight sint playing any more.
BIC: Feris cluching his chest because of the wound caused by the hellblade. Feris looked down at the grey knights kneeling by they fallen brothers.
"I am sorry for your loses" Said Feris
"We may have had more if they had have left you templar" Spoke one of the Grey knights.
"Hold your tongue brother! The templar helped us banish the daemon hordes." Said Glaudian in anger.
Feris looks into the eyes of the Grey knights all of them look at him with anger and disgust all of them but Glaudian who was still praying next to his fallen brothers wishing the Apothecary to recover their Gene-Seeds.
"Brother-apothecary recover their gene-seed." Glaudian Spoke.
The Apothecary walked over and kneeled next to the fallen brothers. He started to recover their chapters most treasured item he chanted when he did it.
"The God-emperor guide are fallen brothers to the safty of your side and protect them from the dark forces." The Apothecary spoke.
The Marshal walked down a corridor checking that nothing was there. Glaudian joined him and his brothers followed a mighty roar echoed through the corridors. It was a call of a "WAAAAAAGHHHH".
"Brother-Captain I can sense other marines and other Xenos here." Said one of the Grey Knights.
Good to have you back dude, but just one problem with that post - the Grey Knights would never, ever burn the bodies of their fallen. The would recover them and lay them to rest under Titan, as is every Grey Knight's wish. Not to mention the fact that their equipment is priceless - it would never be discarded so easily.
In the flickering light of the gore spattered Medicae Commander Darkblade awaited the three XV-15 stealth suits. As he waited for the XV-15s Darkblade could not help but reminisce on the ghosts of the past.
"Sha'so Vel'tir, I have called upon you for a most grave task" the Ethereal who had called Commander Darkblade stated " A...what the Gue'Va call a 'space hulk' has entered our planets orbit. Simply we believe that the Space Hulk could have information of Imperial Space that would be invaluable to the Greater Good". "Aun'hal, I shall do as the Greater Good demands" Darkblade said with a curt bow. 12 hours later a force numbering a little over 500 Fire Caste warriors descended upon the space hulk. As the final boarding ships approached the hulk started moving crushing ships as it moved to enter the warp approached the hulk seemingly knowing it had ensnared newcomers entered the warp. Hell began that day.
Tearing loose a foothold from the Orks cost enough lives to make his training master ashamed of his student. However the month that followed was almost peaceful, but then came the genestealers that had been lying in wait in the hulks many ventillation systems and corridors. Slowly the 'stealers wiped out outposts and checkpoints, until all that was left was a little over 200 Tau. The last horror the expedition faced was when a wave of daemons appeared in the middle of the Tau encampment (OOC is there a better term for that) slaughtering most that were at the main encampment.
Commander Darkblade's sensor's alerted him to the presence of the three Stealth Suits as well as oddly a group of firewarriors that kept moving from cover to cover behind the stealth suits
(the last part is known as 'TAG YOU'RE IT' )
Edit: I fixed some parts to make it cannon with Kais'
Well, I was gonna do another RP or two before I encountered your Stealth suits, but hey, I can work with that...
... hmmm, I don't think you included that the ship broke free of our boarding craft, and wounded my squad (and I think would with yours as well, seeing as the ship turned sideways)...
Wardragoon wrote:when a wave of daemons appeared in the middle of the Tau encampment (OOC is there a better term for that) slaughtering most that were at the main encampment.
OOC: Yes, there is. It's called a Daemonic Incursion.
Wardragoon wrote:when a wave of daemons appeared in the middle of the Tau encampment (OOC is there a better term for that) slaughtering most that were at the main encampment.
OOC: Yes, there is. It's called a Daemonic Incursion.
I meant for a base on a ship, I was thinking incursion was a little bit too heavy of a term (I would imagine 50 daemons would could easily tear up 200 surprised/sleeping tau pretty quickly.
Character appearance: She has pale skin, light brown hair and bright blue eyes. She is tall and slender compared to humans. Wearing purple lipstick and nail polish which contrasts greatly with her skin.
Character height: 5'9"
Character equipment: A slim suit of Wraithbone armour, Runes of witnessing, Ghost helm, a wraithbone power sword and a shuriken pistol.
Character bio/background story: La' Haedras is a powerful Eldar Farseer se has lived many centuries beyond her years. Not alot is known about her past and she dislikes talking about it. She has seen many wars and death is common company for her. She has recently found herself stumbling apon the Tomb Sanguinus as her personal transport ship drifted past the counternance of the Hulk. La' Haedras and her retinue of 2 Warlock bodyguards boarded the Space Hulk to investigate.
Demogorgon Strode through the Great Hall of the dead strike cruise, heart of darkness, deep in he Hulk’s core. Three hundred of his brothers-in-arms stood as still as statues, bolters held taut across their massive chests. The deck shook with Demogorgon’s every footfall. Reaching the Dias and turning to face his fellow traitors, the terminator lord raised both hands. In his left, the massive Power/chainfist crackled with arcane energies. While in his right the massive storm bolter’s sharper than a razor adamantium bayonet shined maliciously.
Behind his tusked helmet the Night lord began to speak. “Brothers!” He called. “We need not prey on pitiful orks, or scrawny tyranids!” Exulted Demogorgon. “The weak throne slaves Have graciously, come to us!” “They have offered themselves as fodder, for the powers that be!” “Who would we be?” he asked. “who would we be, not to accept them?” the assembled legionaries began to laugh. “We would be nothing!” “So! Let us extend our arms in hospitality!” “I am sure that the kings of the warp would aid us, would they not?” He lowed his voice to a whisper “let us see.”
With those words several terrified serfs carried a shaking and pleading greenskin into the center of the ‘dread circle.’ At each point of the eight pointed star, in the circles center stood a mage-in-training.
Beyond them, five figures in power armor with storms somehow raging across the ceramite and soundless lighting flashing across their torsos, began chanting. The serfs strapped the ork down to a smaller, elevated star who began screaming and begging for mercy. a thing many orks never even considered. But Demogorgon knew that the ork was not alone in his mind anymore. The ork screamed and convulsed writhing in its straps as its flesh began to bubble. A horrible sound, that of a mind snapping, and insanity taking hold rent the air s the daemon forced its way through the gap in reality and into the greenskin’s mind. Howling, the ork twisted faster, as horns sprouted from its head, and strange mutations took hold.
When the ceremony was over the Terrorseers looked to Demogorgon. “Put it with the others.” He snarled. Turning back to the assembled legionnaires he raised his arms again “The Kings of the warp favor us!” “We shall strike terror into the hearts of the worshippers of the corpse-god once again!” howled the terminator lord. “TOWAR!”
(ok roughly up to date, i had to do a skim read inorder to get it all read today ^^)
*La' Haedras steps off her transports deck onto the ramshackled floors of the Tomb Sanguinus and gazes around*
Warlocks, we must search the ship and kill any daemons that have been dragged back through the warp with this hulk. We shall reclaim this ship for the Pheonix lords.
Sister of Krieg wrote:(ok roughly up to date, i had to do a skim read inorder to get it all read today ^^)
*La' Haedras steps off her transports deck onto the ramshackled floors of the Tomb Sanguinus and gazes around*
Warlocks, we must search the ship and kill any daemons that have been dragged back through the warp with this hulk. We shall reclaim this ship for the Pheonix lords.
Sister of Krieg wrote:*La' Haedras steps off her transports deck onto the ramshackled floors of the Tomb Sanguinus and gazes around*
Warlocks, we must search the ship and kill any daemons that have been dragged back through the warp with this hulk. We shall reclaim this ship for the Pheonix lords.
I know that's how you do it in your roleplay, but that's not how we do it in a text-based RPG. You have to write it out and use grammar.
Sister of Krieg wrote:*La' Haedras steps off her transports deck onto the ramshackled floors of the Tomb Sanguinus and gazes around*
Warlocks, we must search the ship and kill any daemons that have been dragged back through the warp with this hulk. We shall reclaim this ship for the Pheonix lords.
I know that's how you do it in your roleplay, but that's not how we do it in a text-based RPG. You have to write it out and use grammar.
Ye i was told so i'll change the way i do it for this forum and my next post.
The predator stalked the prey. That was the way of life on ancient terra, it was the way of life on a space hulk. The prey was not to know of the predator, the predator was to keep to the shadows. The predator was to keep to the air. The prey would be wary, the prey would be tense, but the predator would overcome. The predator would lead the pack. The predator would kill. Dropping onto the floor without a sound behind the guardsmen the predator’s pack prepared raised their weapons. a sudden howl broke the silence as raptor-commander Pazuzu charged. His chaisword revved with gory anticipation, he raised his bolt pistol and let loose. the guardsmen spun around, only for four of them to hit the floor, dismembered In some way. “AAAGH! Vox the lieutenant! Vox the-HURK!” that last part was because Pazuzu had swept his chainsword across the man’s belly, and rent his intestines into a bloody, grayish, waste-filled mince. The man attempted to put the mutilated innards back into his gaping belly, but a blast from another raptor’s multi-melta fused his hands inside his now shut guts. The man screamed and stumbled around, looking for all the world like some hideous mutant. Seeing his opportunity Pazuzu sent the disfigured man flying toward the way he came, to go to his superiors like that, and in his final moments gasp about the horrors of the ‘heretics’ Howling, Pazuzu fell upon he rest.
“We left their corpses in the shaft my lord! Yesss!Yesss!” Demogorgon watched as Pazuzu bowed his head. “And the prisoners?” he asked irritated. “There WERE prisoners as well?” pazuzu stood upright “my lord! I am insulted! Of course there were prisoners!” “how many?” snarled the terminator lord. “Out of thirty, we captured fourteen.” Demogorgon rested the urge to facepalm. “Pazuzu…my friend…these.are.not.pleasure kills! They are RAIDS!” “If, you cannot get me at least half next time, I will demote you!” Demogorgon preferred demoting his warriors to killing them. It was a waste of gene-seed. He remembered another champion who once accused him of being a coward because of this. Demogorgon tapped said champion’s skull, it hung upon a chain at his side. He had taken that champions pitiful excuse for a warband of ten iron warriors and put them to work as vehicle builders in the hulk, and, if the need was pressing enough, reinforcements.
But the fact at hand, was that Demogorgon needed spawn. warp spawn to serve as shock troops to serve as line troops and to harass the enemy. He had scarcely four hundred spawn at the moment. And those were hard to make and easy to kill. Grunting, he stood up and marched pass the apologizing Pazuzu to his most prized possession. Glaring at it for a while he frowned at the mechanics and lobotomized xeno’s that served as servitors on the thing. Building it, riveting weapons to it and making it look more like a thrice-cursed ork ‘stompa’ than a titan. He wasn’t even planning on using it on all out battle, no. No That was far too blunt. Something the bone headed khorne berserkers or imbecilic orks would do. It was a running joke in the legion that the ork-servitors turned out more intelligent when they left techmarine vulcarik’s table than when they were strapped down it.
Grumbling about the bumbling servitors. Demogorgon’s behelmeted gaze swept over the room. His eyes passed over the in-construction dreadnoughts, and onto the terminators. It had been a while since Demogorgon himself had had any fun, and he could probably get something from those slaanesh worshiping emperor’s children for a few eldar she-dogs. He smiled at the thought of dragging the screaming eldar to their consumptions at the hands of she-who-thirsts.
His hand went to a pouch by the side of his throne. Within was the spiritstone of an eldar farseer from Ulthewe he had taken many years ago, maybe the eldar currently on the hulk could fee the psychic anguish of this. he crushed the stone and the spirit within to dust. Destroying a soul with such ease…that. THAT, was the true meaning of power. Standing, he called to Yeenoghu, the massive teminator turning his hyena painted helmet in his lord’s direction. “Come. We go to kill.”
"Damn it Marcus this is the last thing I need!" The lord general slammed his fist down on the table "The orks are making a counter-push, patrols are disappearing, the sanctioned psykers are starting to lose their minds and now a damned cache of explosives has gone missing!" The general leaned back in his chair "Then there is the issue of you pulling men and vehicles to support your damned assault on that damned pile of damned scrap!"
"General, may I suggest you calm down?"
"No you may not Marcus, you may have more authority than me but by emperor I'll fight you till the last day of time if I need to!" The general slowly slumped down. "I apologize, I've been under a lot of stress, you know there are rumors of traitor arstates now on the hulk. Not good for moral; it won't do, it just won't do. The Lord Commissar wants me to let him shoot anyone who so much as utters a word about it but I haven't had time to think his proposal through."
"I understand, but I do stress that it would be safest to move high command to a more secure location until the explosives are found."
"We can't do that Marcus, too much of our heavy equipment is there; holo-maps, simulation suites, master vox relays. No, impossible. High command is safe enough though, a few HE demo charges won't bring it down."
"But they could still kill the high command team."
"I know but I have faith in my guards. Your dismissed."
black templar wrote:since it looks like Arken Vul'tan01 isnt comin back should i take over his character.
No, as I've said I'll do an event at my earliest convenience detailing the exiting of his character from the game.
Then you can rally your Black Templars, join the Imperial forces and make stuff die.
In fact, I'm sure wizard or Scrazza would appreciate some Astartes support, most probably the former - he's going deeper into the Hulk on some crazy escapade and somehow I doubt Guardsmen will cut it.
black templar wrote:The Black templars will purge this ship and might make some new allys (hopfully with some eldar)
If you wanted to ally with dear Harrab, Mordo or Krieg then you really shouldn't have picked a character aligned with one of the most fanatically overzealous factions devoted to exterminating all Psykers and Xenos. They reserve a particularly rageful section of their fiery hearts just for Xenos Psykers (ie ELDAR).
black templar wrote:well i would get bored of the allience and butcher them
Believe me dude, an alliance between the Templars and the Eldar would never happen and therefore I won't allow it in this game. Hell, the Templars are just as likely to purge anyone else who even contemplates allying with Xenos.
black templar wrote:since it looks like Arken Vul'tan01 isnt comin back should i take over his character.
No, as I've said I'll do an event at my earliest convenience detailing the exiting of his character from the game.
Then you can rally your Black Templars, join the Imperial forces and make stuff die.
In fact, I'm sure wizard or Scrazza would appreciate some Astartes support, most probably the former - he's going deeper into the Hulk on some crazy escapade and somehow I doubt Guardsmen will cut it.
Your post makes my 100 hand picked elite grenadiers sad...
There not just any guardsmen, their M&S guardsmen...
black templar wrote:since it looks like Arken Vul'tan01 isnt comin back should i take over his character.
No, as I've said I'll do an event at my earliest convenience detailing the exiting of his character from the game.
Then you can rally your Black Templars, join the Imperial forces and make stuff die.
In fact, I'm sure wizard or Scrazza would appreciate some Astartes support, most probably the former - he's going deeper into the Hulk on some crazy escapade and somehow I doubt Guardsmen will cut it.
Your post makes my 100 hand picked elite grenadiers sad...
There not just any guardsmen, their M&S guardsmen...
Guardsmen from Marks & Spencers ? Do they sell those?
The warband strode through the hulk with purpose. Five terminators, a chaotic dreadnought, along with twelve serfs bearing three housing crates, two of the crates were snarling and howling these held spawn. Spawnhood was the fate of those captured by the Midnight Host. The third crate held one of the most perverse things in existence. It hummed lightly. The Host’s resident gore-mage, Lucifer, held a swinging pot of incense in one hand, the other clutching a star of chaos, while a massive crab-claw connected to the wizards chest plate held a large vial of blood. The Gore-mage chanted softly to himself. Binding the occult creation in the crate with arcane energies.
At this point Kardum, the most powerful psyker Demogorgon had ever met, raised a hand. “She is near.” By near, Kardum meant ‘within three miles’ but that did not matter, the creation travled at near sonic speeds. Demogorgon grinned brutally under his helmet. “Lucifer!”
The Baleful gore-mage looked up “what does my lord command?” before answering him Demogorgon assessed the wizard. He was yet to receive his black carapace. This would be his final test, and the blood-priest was looking taxed. Making note to give the khornate some rest after this, Demogorgon spoke. “Release the blood wolf.” Lucifer’s chanting rose to a point where the room seemed to vibrate and then…stopped. With a life-fluid-lusting howl the near-unkillable blood wolf tore off after the ulthwe farseer, while the terminators headed towards the imperial camp.
Demogorgon looked to Kardum. “How long for their psykers to go mad?” Kardum clanked a fist against his breastplate. “Not long. Not long at all.”
psykers known as Gore Mages to face the forces of the Emperor. These Chaos Sorcerers can transform ordinary warriors into Daemonhosts, after which they metamorphose into the ferocious Lesser Daemons of the Blood God that are called Blood Wolves (dan abnetts 'blood pact)
Character name: Sigurd Bloodfang "The Storm Crow"
Character age: unknown
Character race: Space Wolf
Character profession: Rune Priest
Character personality: Dry, Sarcastic and Ruthless
Character appearance: The Storm Crow looks ancient, his skin is thin, pale and translucent with whispy strands of lank white/grey hair framing a gaunt face with piercing yellow eyes... He stands stooped even in his Terminator armour and looks too frail to be able to move... Untill he is enraged or focused and then he becomes the eye of a Tornado...
Character height: 9ft
Character equipment: Terminator Armour, Force Halberd (Rune Staff), Chooser of the Slain, Saga of the Hunter
Character bio/background story: The Storm Crow is a mysterious figure in the fang even by Rune Priest standards... no one knows where he came from or how he has risen so high in the ranks of the priesthood. Rumoured to weild power greater than even Njal the lord of tempests himself and to have the ear of the Wolf King he none the less is shunned by most of the residents of the fang...
Only the Great Wolf knows his quest and understands his focus in completing it... a quest he has been on since he was a mere century old...
One of the Holy Relics of The Wolf King went missing with the vessel it was being carried on while being tranported to Holy Tera... and the Storm Crow will do anything to get it back and The Great Wolf will give him any support he needs to do so... The fate of the Chapter is at stake...
Retinue:
Grimbold the Elder - Venerable Dreadnaught amed with Plasma Cannon & DCCW, Wolftooth Necklace and Saga of Majesty.
- The Storm Crow has know Grimbold since his days as a Blood Claw and it could be said that he is his only remaining Friend.
Saric "short tooth" - Rune Priest and Storm Crows acolyte. Young and impetuous. Somehow the Canis Helix did not take hold as well as it should have and therefore Saric's Fangs are half the length they should be... A touchy point and something that has made Saric almost as impetuos as a Blood Claw.
Lucius Belisarius - Navigator of House Belisarius. The Relic in Question is assumed to have a conection to the Navigator house... Why else would he be tagging along?
armed with a Power Saber, digi weapons and a Master-crafted Plasma Pistol. Saric is also accompanied by several House Thralls and servitors to take care of his personal needs...
Lucius' is known as a gourmand as well as one of the greatest dilettante's of the time...
Ulgar "soft paw" - Wolf Scout. A gruff bear of a man who as unlikly as it seems could steal the Thunderwolf out from under a Wolf Lord with out him knowing about it. Armed with dual Storm Bolters as well as more grenades, Melta Bombs and Sharp and pointy things than a Boys Mob. Ulgar is accompanied by 6 wolf scouts with various gruesome implements of death...
Bjorn "Dread Hammer" - Wolf Guard Battle Leader in charge of Strom Crow's Retinue. A hearty, jovial man who cares less for the future than he caes of his next meal/fight/keg of Finresian Ale... TDA, armed with a Thunder hammer & Storm Shield
2 x 5 x Wolf Guard Terminators with varying and miss-matched Weapons and 2 Cyclone Missile Launchers.
3 x Godhammer pattern Land Raiders (one outfitted as his personal "quarters")
3 x Thunder Hawks
1 x House Belisarius Frigate
all with their own crews as well as support personnel
Note: Further troops can be called on at a moments notice in the form of House Guard as well as further Marines From Logan's Great company... several units of which are stationed on the frigate...
i have a question. If they have to be long posts how do character interactions work? becuase you would have to talk to each other and through this forum is the easiest way :S
Trooper Gruss shined his lasrifle’s searchlight into the ports and cryo-chambers of the long-abandoned cobra destroyer. He and twenty other guardsmen had been assigned to assist the silver skulls captain: brother-captain Jaz, and the two ultramarines in scouting deep into the hulk for clues to either the necrons hideaway, or the rumored Excommunicate Traitoris astartes. Personally, Gruss believed the entire possibility of the traitors to be grox-gak…but then, there WAS that instance of one of the patrols being found horribly mutilated in accesses tunnel 48746 of that old eldar ship… Gruss shook his head. There couldn’t be traitors aboard. It was impossible. Besides, the captain would protect him.
Continuing down the passage Gruss’s light shined upon a twisted wall of metal. he sighed, sitting down on a crate he lit a lho-stick and took a deep draw. At this point the captain and his guards arrived. Raising his massive multi-melta, the marine to his right cooked a hole in the side of the ship and into another. One probably a more recent addition, it was a tau vessel, probably only at least six months on the hulk. Pieces of xenotech were littered around, and the lights were off. “Huh...” muttered Gruss to a fellow trooper. “This ship was only here for maybe 5 moths and already its showing energy drains.” His fellow guardsman flashed a prideful smile. “Shows ya how reliable xenotech is aye?”
“Aye.” Replied Gruss, “Quiet” came the voice of captain Jaz. “We are not alone.” That sent shivers up and down Gruss’s spine “h-how so my lord?”
“You do not live as long as I have without learning a few things.” Replied the astartes. The guardsmen muttered amongst themselves and continued the search. Reaching a massive assemblage room, the soldiers fanned out, to check for clues to their enemies camp. Gruss walked alongside an exited new guardsman, who was trembling in terror. “I heard that the xenos are metal skeletons, who wear their enemy’s flesh!” the trooper stammered. Gruss rolled his eyes “yes. Those are necrons.” And I heard that the traitors can look like anything…even loyalists! Is that true?” Gruss was getting irritated now. “Yes. That’s the alpha legion” The newbie suddenly stared ahead and moaned. “What is it now!?!” howled Gruss. “That.” Mumbled the whiteshield. Ahead, nailed to an eight-pointed star was a guardsman’s skeleton. But in front of that was the most terrifying thing Gruss had ever seen. A chaos terminator. “AHHH!!! MONSTER!” screamed the new siolder. The traitor raised its storm bolter, pointed it in Gruss’s Direction, and spoke. “We come for you in midnight clad. We come for your souls.”
Demogorgon squeezed the trigger and the guardsman flew apart in a blast of blood and cloth. Pointing the weapon at the one who had screamed, he sent him to his false emperor.
Starting forward, the terminator lord made a beeline for the three astartes directly in front of him. Out of the corner of his eye he could see Yeenoghu charging at the guardsmen on the left flank. Raising his storm bolter, Demogorgon ended the life of the first ultramarine with a flash of light, and a roar of sound. In his ears was the sound of Yeenoghu sending throne-slaves flying with his thunder-hammer. Demogorgon charged.
The ultramarine in the way was almost instantly cut down by the chainfist, as Demogorgon clamped his storm bolter to his hip and drew his powersword. With a scream of rage his opponent did the same. “Hate is my weapon!” howled the brown haired captain. “faith is my shield!” Demogorgon laughed. "Faith. In faith there is light enough to see, but darkness enough to blind." The silver skulls captain’s face contorted in rage as their swords met. “NO! NEVER!” as their blades unlocked, Demogrogon drove his powerfist towards his opponents head. As the captain parried, the night lord swept his blade in a low arc. The captain flung himself away. Demogorgon decided to incense this marine before killing him so he taunted: “you serve a god of men who kills thousands a day to but exist! What manner of god is that? He is no better than Khorne.” “You lie!” screamed the captain. Demogorgon sighed. “In that case…you have entered Cleave-Land.” Swinging his blade in an arc, the traitor astartes thrust with his chainfist. As the loyalist blade clanged upon the ruinous sword Demogorgon sent the snarling chain-weapon into his opponent’s wrist.
The hand fell, messily severed, and at that selfsame moment Demogorgon’s blade hacked off the captains head at the neck.
Before the brain housing could fall however, a massive powerfist caught it in flight. Dagon the immortal: the warband’s most senior dreadnought had caught it. Blasting the head with the flamer mounted under the power fist, the dreadnought cleaned it of its flesh and eyes, as the brains cooked inside and poured out through the nose-bone. At the end it was nothing but a skull, which Demogorgon placed on the skull-adorned chain at his waist “ I think I will paint it silver.” He announced, and without a further word headed back into the heart of the hulk.
As demogorgon and his retinue arrived back at the heart of darkness demogorgon called aside Pazuzu. “Pazuzu.” He said. “I have and errand for you to run…”
Far above the imperial inquisitor’s camp Pazuzu crouched on a spar of metal that jutted out from a downed battle barge. Smiling profanely to himself he grasped the massive sack in both hands, and leapt off of the spar and into thin air. His jump packs kicked in a moment before he hit the ground, and as he stalked silently through the imperial camp he had to restrain himself from butchering.
Seeing his target: the inquisitors tent, he stole up to it, making no sound. as he heard the raised voices of a heated argument in the front of the tent he maneuvered to the back, where he used his combat knife to slash a massive hole in the tents wall. stealing into the inquisitors tent his hand went to the sack he carried. Opening it he dumped its grisly cargo all over the room. The contents of the sack were these: the horribly mutilated and scarred form of the silver skulls captain, with chaotic brandings burned into his flesh and his power armour stolen. And the corpses of six guardsmen, horrifically burned, melta’ed and slashed, with miniature stars of chaos nailed into their flesh. Leaving the tent, it took all of Pazuzu’s stealth and silence not to disturb the guards until he could head back to the heart of darkness… When he had fled the imperial camp and gained a rough estimate of their numbers he set off through the hundreds of kilometers of metal, back to the heart of darkness
Tempted to disallow a 10ft tall power-armored monster to creep around amongst tens-of-thousands of Imperial Guard and Space Marines.. buuuuuuuuut......
Darkvoidof40k wrote:Tempted to disallow a 10ft tall power-armored monster to creep around amongst tens-of-thousands of Imperial Guard and Space Marines.. buuuuuuuuut......
*thinks*
ooc:Thinking? On the Internet? THE END IS NIGH!!!!!
Darkvoidof40k wrote:Tempted to disallow a 10ft tall power-armored monster to creep around amongst tens-of-thousands of Imperial Guard and Space Marines.. buuuuuuuuut......
*thinks*
ooc:Thinking? On the Internet? THE END IS NIGH!!!!!
Eh, sometimes the gears and cogs up there in my bread basket actually do what they're supposed to do. And then.. then no one can stop me.
ineptus astartes wrote:
Trooper Gruss shined his lasrifle’s searchlight into the ports and cryo-chambers of the long-abandoned cobra destroyer. He and twenty other guardsmen had been assigned to assist the silver skulls captain: brother-captain Jaz, and the two ultramarines in scouting deep into the hulk for clues to either the necrons hideaway, or the rumored Excommunicate Traitoris astartes. Personally, Gruss believed the entire possibility of the traitors to be grox-gak…but then, there WAS that instance of one of the patrols being found horribly mutilated in accesses tunnel 48746 of that old eldar ship… Gruss shook his head. There couldn’t be traitors aboard. It was impossible. Besides, the captain would protect him.
Continuing down the passage Gruss’s light shined upon a twisted wall of metal. he sighed, sitting down on a crate he lit a lho-stick and took a deep draw. At this point the captain and his guards arrived. Raising his massive multi-melta, the marine to his right cooked a hole in the side of the ship and into another. One probably a more recent addition, it was a tau vessel, probably only at least six months on the hulk. Pieces of xenotech were littered around, and the lights were off.
“Huh...” muttered Gruss to a fellow trooper. “This ship was only here for maybe 5 moths and already its showing energy drains.” His fellow guardsman flashed a prideful smile. “Shows ya how reliable xenotech is aye?”
“Aye.” Replied Gruss, “Quiet” came the voice of captain Jaz. “We are not alone.” That sent shivers up and down Gruss’s spine “h-how so my lord?”
“You do not live as long as I have without learning a few things.” Replied the astartes. The guardsmen muttered amongst themselves and continued the search. Reaching a massive assemblage room, the soldiers fanned out, to check for clues to their enemies camp.
Gruss walked alongside an exited new guardsman, who was trembling in terror. “I heard that the xenos are metal skeletons, who wear their enemy’s flesh!” the trooper stammered. Gruss rolled his eyes “yes. Those are necrons.” And I heard that the traitors can look like anything…even loyalists! Is that true?” Gruss was getting irritated now. “Yes. That’s the alpha legion”
The newbie suddenly stared ahead and moaned. “What is it now!?!” howled Gruss. “That.” Mumbled the whiteshield. Ahead, nailed to an eight-pointed star was a guardsman’s skeleton. But in front of that was the most terrifying thing Gruss had ever seen. A chaos terminator. “AHHH!!! MONSTER!” screamed the new siolder. The traitor raised its storm bolter, pointed it in Gruss’s Direction, and spoke. “We come for you in midnight clad. We come for your souls.”
Demogorgon squeezed the trigger and the guardsman flew apart in a blast of blood and cloth. Pointing the weapon at the one who had screamed, he sent him to his false emperor.
Starting forward, the terminator lord made a beeline for the three astartes directly in front of him. Out of the corner of his eye he could see Yeenoghu charging at the guardsmen on the left flank. Raising his storm bolter, Demogorgon ended the life of the first ultramarine with a flash of light, and a roar of sound. In his ears was the sound of Yeenoghu sending throne-slaves flying with his thunder-hammer. Demogorgon charged.
The ultramarine in the way was almost instantly cut down by the chainfist, as Demogorgon clamped his storm bolter to his hip and drew his powersword. With a scream of rage his opponent did the same. “Hate is my weapon!” howled the brown haired captain. “faith is my shield!” Demogorgon laughed. "Faith. In faith there is light enough to see, but darkness enough to blind." The silver skulls captain’s face contorted in rage as their swords met. “NO! NEVER!” as their blades unlocked, Demogrogon drove his powerfist towards his opponents head. As the captain parried, the night lord swept his blade in a low arc. The captain flung himself away. Demogorgon decided to incense this marine before killing him so he taunted: “you serve a god of men who kills thousands a day to but exist! What manner of god is that? He is no better than Khorne.” “You lie!” screamed the captain. Demogorgon sighed. “In that case…you have entered Cleave-Land.” Swinging his blade in an arc, the traitor astartes thrust with his chainfist. As the loyalist blade clanged upon the ruinous sword Demogorgon sent the snarling chain-weapon into his opponent’s wrist.
The hand fell, messily severed, and at that selfsame moment Demogorgon’s blade hacked off the captains head at the neck.
Before the brain housing could fall however, a massive powerfist caught it in flight. Dagon the immortal: the warband’s most senior dreadnought had caught it. Blasting the head with the flamer mounted under the power fist, the dreadnought cleaned it of its flesh and eyes, as the brains cooked inside and poured out through the nose-bone. At the end it was nothing but a skull, which Demogorgon placed on the skull-adorned chain at his waist “ I think I will paint it silver.” He announced, and without a further word headed back into the heart of the hulk.
Wardragoon wrote:Remember, you are chaos, you lose by default
it is pretty much confirmed that chaos will win in the end. with the golden throne failing and unable to stop and THIS
In the most recent assault, Abaddon managed to gain a foothold in the Cadian Gate, although he was unable to consolidate his gains and they have largely been snatched from his grasp by a vicious counterattack from the Imperial Navy. Although his ultimate victory has thus far been prevented, the High Lords of Terra live in fear of the day that Abaddon unites all of the Traitor Legions into an unstoppable horde and returns to play out the last acts of treachery begun by Horus ten thousand years ago.4Should Abaddon's armies triumph, the floodgates will be open and a never ending tide of Chaos will pour out of the Eye of Terror to despoil the Imperium, and perhaps once again strike at the most prized of worlds-Terra.-lexicanum-
but you forget that if the emperor gets of his golden recliner that a massive warp rift like the eye of terror will apear on terra (and 4 against 1? seems a little stacked to me...)
(question: if I have to go out of town into the place were there is no internt [the rest of the counrtry] if I contact you will you not put my character up for fodder?)
{nepal has the 2nd slowest net speeds on the planet +not kidding+}
black templar wrote:You murdered my best friend heritic the Black templars ur wil purge ur filth.
yeah!?! well my primach could beat up your primarch! (he actually did!)
[Konrad Kurze bopped Rogal Dorn]
Thats where ur worng he my primarch suvived the heresy and urs died at the hands of an assassin M'Shen after the heresy and me and SSsilverskullSS are best friends in life.
It wasn't an error. I can better relate myself with Konrad Kurze and the Night Lords then with ano other 'loyalist' primarch. Hell, Kurze destroyed his own homeworld because crime was too high, it was deemed heretical. There were other reasons, too.
The night lords aren't that heretical as you might think, they just hate the emperor for what he (indirectly) did to Konrad Kurze.
The ‘Abyssal Dome’ personal transport system sends out a link to the space hulk titled ‘Tomb Sanguinus’. The Psy-portal link activates and La’ Haedras with her small retinue step through onto the broken dishevelled decking of the Hulk. Her polishes Wraithbone boots click on the ornamental metal panels of the deck upon the ‘Tomb Sanguinus’ as she steps out of the portal. La’ Haedras is followed closely by two Warlocks both carrying a power sword and a shuriken pistol in their armours hands. Following the Warlocks in turn is a squad of five Elite Guardians adorned in the same white Wraithbone armour battle suits and carrying Shuriken catapults.
The white Wraithbone armour and blood red robes show clearly the sigils of Craftworld Alaitoc along with several aspects crystals that are scattered on La’ Haedras’ armour as if droplets of crystallized blood has rained upon her. Her hair is whipped back as the wind rushes into the newly created webway link. With it the wind drags the stench of death; it claws at the Eldar’s nostrils like daemons trying to capture their souls. La’ Haedras Steps forward surveying the surrounding area with gleaming blue eyes, the corridors are dank and dark lit only by the pulsing colours from the webway portal which slowly closes behind them.
(hope you all like the first post and I hope it's long enough ^.^)
ok,im re joining this now that ive red all that crap. (darko and off topic )
Character name: lord commissar klimino alexander
Character age:45
Character race: human (guardsman)
Character profession:lord commissar
Character personality: caring. calm. aggressive. Tactical.
Character appearance:commissar clothing. Scarred face. Bionic arms(covered by jacket and gloves normally). Kinda skinny. Young looking for his age.brown hair and eyes.
Character height:5 ft 5in.
Character equipment: power sword. bionics. melta pistol.carapace armor.
Character bio/background story: As klimino hid behind the chair,he saw his fathers head explode,blood splattering on the wall. his mom ran into the room and turned around as the massive chaos warlord walked in after her. as klimino ran to grab her leg,her chest exploded in a rain of blood and a bolter shot whizzed over kliminos head.as he came to a stop,he got pushed to the ground as the weight of his mothers body fell on him.as he layed still in fright,he saw the monster scan the room and,after not spotting any other living thing,it turned and left with its pack of animals at its heel. as klimino heard the foot steps die away, he pushed his way out from under neath his mother and ran to the window away from where they had gone out and jumped out it.as he face planted on the grass,he got up and started to run towards the woods,only to see that a massive,old ship had landed on them. he turned and ran into the nearby city,hiding in places only a 8 year old kid could fit whenever he heard the sound of their foot steps,or the screams of death.
then,after 2 long weeks of barley surviving,he saw stars fall from the heavens and hit the ground. massive,silver angels came out and killed the animals that had followed the monster that had destroyed his peaceful planet of heavinii.after 3 long weeks,the chaotic beasts retreated from the planet,and the few survivors were taken away by the angels,along with klimino,because their once peaceful,beautiful paradise heavinii was uninhabitable now.as klimino looked out the window of the ship,he saw his planet disappear behind it.
like all the other orphans,he was taken to the schola progenium.their, he was taught to love the emperor and hate the enemy's of man.but deep down he knew all he wanted was to put a shot threw threw every chaos follower he ever saw. at the age of 13,he went in to study as a commissar. after several years of showing above average faith and knowledge,he became a commissar at the age of 25. he was sent to serve with catalices 13th regiment,on the jungle planet of joff. he took with him a power sword and a melta pistol. as he finally crushed the orks their when he was 35,a small hive fleet descended on the planet. as all of the officers were killed ,he lead the men of catalice himself,trying to loose as little lives as possible,as he knew what it was like to see loved ones die,he treasured life,but knew when to spend it if necessary.he managed to hold off the tyranids using guerrilla tactics of all things for 1 and a half years til help arrived and saved them.the hive was gone by the end of the year.now being 37,he was promoted to lord commissar for his actions in holding off the fleet.
he was put in charge of catalices 4 best regiments,the 13th,5th,12th,and 459th.the reason? a banned of chaos mercenaries called the 'yellow backs' was attacking with a huge force in the area. as klimino met this threat for the 1st time on alran,he noticed something...the color of their armor was the same from his childhood.as he crushed them fight after fight,their leader finally emerged...the monster that had shot his parents. as he charged the beast,it shot its twin bolters from its claws and skimmed his face,sending klimino swirling in a circle and hitting the ground hard.as he was lifted up,he felt a crunch and a shock of pain,and saw one of his arms fall at the beasts feet,then the other one.he thought he was about to die,but was then saved by what would soon be one of his best friends,a quria self named 'hamster',who tackled the brute and pushed it away as klimino fell out of its hand and to the ground.
he awoke in a medical bay 3 days later with 2 bionic arms and a scarred face,but they had won the battle due to hamster badly damaging the chaos warlord.he had wrestled the chaos warlord to the ground and stabbed him in the head,but its helmet saved it from being killed and so it knocked off hamster and retreated to its ship. klimino gave hamster a promotion and due to showing some intelligence,hamster became a bone 'ead,much to hamsters delight. even after several wins and losses,klimino and the crow eaters are still at war after 3 years of fighting,and klimino still fights on the front lines with his loyal men at the age of 45.
Catalice is a planet near the outer rim of human control. it is half ice almost barren land,half city "jungle". the people their are tough and almost rarely trust outsiders. for century's the 2 halves were at war until it was put down by the imperium. they still mistrust each other,but not as much as they mistrust the imperium for stepping in. but they obey and follow the emperor,but more like you would follow your president,you follow,but you dont agree with everything he says.
due to their lack of trust to outsiders,all reinforcements to their regiments come from their home planet. once they tried combining the catalice 4th with the catachan 777th,but it ended with them fighting each other instead of the orks. people from ice catalice are natural survivalists in any situation,wearing fur and masks to cover themselves from the environment. people from city catalice are rough,go to shooters,as everyone has a weapon to defend from the violence of city gangs.to gain a cataliceians trust,you must prove yourself to them by showing above average bravery,strength,and more.
one thing about the people of catalice is that they dont like to fight.they think thoroughly before battle about how to avoid a long fight and lose less lives. it evolved in thier culture before the wars that fighting is not the answer unless absolutely necessary to survive. the wars happened due to their lack of trust and the cities need for expansion in order to survive with its massive population.
abhuman cataliceians- due to inbreeding in some parts of the city and pollution during the wars,a race of abhumans like the ogryns emerged.they are the quria. dumb,strong,but gentle as a butterfly,they love life and plants and made gardens to make the city beautiful.but they are also over protective of friends and family,busting in the heads of anyone who even argues with people they care about.
the ninyas are kinda like ratlings, but less rotund and Eskimos. they come from ice catalice,where they shrunk to conserve energy and gained great eye sight to help them see threw the blizzards.
Major NPCs:
hamster
-34
-bone ead
-crazy. Caring. Brutal. tough. Loyal.
-ripper gun with detachable big bayonet.carapace armor.
-he is kliminos best and oldest friend. He is very strange. he even likes to eat bullets.
igo(iigo,not I go)
-28
-human,general.
-calm. Loyal. Out going. Layed back. Cool headed.
-las pistol. power sword. carapace armor.
-leader of the 13th and kliminos 2nd in command, he fights strong and tough. but knows when he is beaten and wont push more afterwords(aka,we cant win,we arnt staying)
With a heavy thud, Gorskar's transport touched down, and the grizzled Warboss got up and out of his seat. Once the ramp lowered, he stalked out, his good eye seeking out the ork that had promised to meet him.
A huge, hulking beast of a Dredd greeted his eyes.
That Warboss, Gorskar thought, has cheated. Orks should be leader by virtue of their size, not how much gubbinz they can strap to themselves.
Still, the bigger the size, the bigger the target.
"You Warklaw? You in the big tin?"
Flexing his own battle klaw, Gorskar waited for a response, his meganob bodyguards clustering around him and observing the rival ork's horde with equal parts disdain and bravado.
Warklaw watched as the ship landed on the far end of the chamber. He watched as a fairly large ork nob walked out, surrounded by his own posse of boyz. He watched as the nob walked right up to him and looked up at his dread with dissaproval. Warklaw listened as the nob spoke, wondering who he was.
Warklaw's dread took a big step forward, just a few yards from Gorskar, and bent down slightly as if he was getting a better look at the Warboss.
"Dat depends..." Warklaw said in his raspy metallic voice. "You dat one called Gorskar eh? Course you iz, oo else'd you be?"
Warklaw paused for a moment, and with a great metallic creaking, his dread lowered itself into a crouching position where the cockpit was now closer to Gorskar.
"Iz called ya here ta offer ya a propasizun; I knowz yur boyz is gonna be comin ere real soon, great, more boyz fer da party. But dem umiez aint muckin about..."
There is a pneumatic hiss as the frontal hatch to Warklaw's dread comes open to reveal the withered body of a once proud Warboss to Gorskar and his boyz. All of Warklaw's boyz became fidgety, their chief had just put himself in a very dangerous position by revealing himself. But Warklaw knew that Gorskar ould have just bombed Warklaw's boyz from space if he wasn't interested, he obviously was. Warklaw's enormous, scarred, blackened and otherwise destroyed anatomy was there for them to see.
Warklaw's one good bionic eye looked down at Gorskar and he spoke with his own voice for the first time since the explosion.
"Dey done did dis ta me, dem and dem spehs mahreen boyz, my boyz mucked em up real good an I plan on keepin em doin dat, but dey can't be fightin you boyz at da same time else dem umiez is gonna blast us all inta space. Not ta mention all da rest ov da udders lurkin in dis ere hulk; da nids, da grey skins, da chaos boyz, dey'll all be comin ere pretty soon and dey'll whip both us good if wez too busy fightin each other. How bout wez take dem squishies togever, your boyz an mine?"
black templar wrote:You murdered my best friend heritic the Black templars ur wil purge ur filth.
yeah!?! well my primach could beat up your primarch! (he actually did!)
[Konrad Kurze bopped Rogal Dorn]
Thats where ur worng he my primarch suvived the heresy and urs died at the hands of an assassin M'Shen after the heresy and me and SSsilverskullSS are best friends in life.
oh...I see now...you do know that if you pursue me...hahaha...there will be another skull in my collection... (1 black templar/almost a thousand chaotics...)
black templar wrote:You murdered my best friend heritic the Black templars ur wil purge ur filth.
yeah!?! well my primach could beat up your primarch! (he actually did!)
[Konrad Kurze bopped Rogal Dorn]
Thats where ur worng he my primarch suvived the heresy and urs died at the hands of an assassin M'Shen after the heresy and me and SSsilverskullSS are best friends in life.
oh...I see now...you do know that if you pursue me...hahaha...there will be another skull in my collection... (1 black templar/almost a thousand chaotics...)
When did this become a Primarch measuring contest?
ineptus astartes wrote:its over...konrad kurze won i think (btw you know that I sent a blood wolf after you a couple RP posts ago? lets see how you deal with that...)
La’Haedras flicks a small switch on her shuriken pistol and a faint glowing beam of pearlescent crimson light breaks the pitch black of this tainted Hulk. The other Eldar flick the switches on their guns too and raise them slowly in the silence of the air. The glowing reveals the corridor around them in a pool of haunting silhouettes as the party moves through the corridors. La’ Haedras raises her power sword and whispers a few words as she touches two fingers to her lips.
Glowing Eldar symbols appear around her lighting the area with a stronger glow that melds with the other light to form a purplish hue across the centre of the party. The Eldar Runes float around her as she opens her eyes again. The iris’ of here already bright eyes glow with the same eerie blue light as she surveys the corridors once more. “There is no traces of hostiles within our vicinity,” She announces to the group as they continue to walk silently through the ram shackled infer structure of the ‘Tomb Sanguinus’.
(here is another part for my story, still La' Haedras is nowhere near any other players.)
Sister of Krieg wrote:La’Haedras flicks a small switch on her shuriken pistol and a faint glowing beam of pearlescent crimson light breaks the pitch black of this tainted Hulk. The other Eldar flick the switches on their guns too and raise them slowly in the silence of the air. The glowing reveals the corridor around them in a pool of haunting silhouettes as the party moves through the corridors. La’ Haedras raises her power sword and whispers a few words as she touches two fingers to her lips.
Glowing Eldar symbols appear around her lighting the area with a stronger glow that melds with the other light to form a purplish hue across the centre of the party. The Eldar Runes float around her as she opens her eyes again. The iris’ of here already bright eyes glow with the same eerie blue light as she surveys the corridors once more. “There is no traces of hostiles within our vicinity,” She announces to the group as they continue to walk silently through the ram shackled infer structure of the ‘Tomb Sanguinus’.
(here is another part for my story, still La' Haedras is nowhere near any other players.)
We should team up, hang on and i'll edit this post with Eluna trying to find you.
(ok I have this one other post that is ready for putting up and then we can work out how are characters will meet up ect.)
They reach a fork in the path and La’ Haedras turns to face the party her eyes still giving off the glowing aura that is reflected in the Eldar rune sigils that orbit her body. “Guardian Squad Wind Striker, you will take the left turn and continue along your way. I shall break of to the right with T’laric and Ariniae and we shall investigate the alternative route.” She orders in her kind tones as she indicates to the paths and the two Warlocks. The Exarch of Squad Wind Striker nods and signals to the other Guardians to move left. La’ Haedras turns towards the right path and calls over her shoulder.
“Remain in contact. Incase you find anything, you will report it back to me.” She gently informs the Guardians as they disappear down the corridor. Her boots begin to click again as she walks on down the right passage followed closely by her Warlock Escorts.
FWI some Blood wolf backround: psykers known as Gore Mages face the forces of the Emperor in the name of Khorne. These Chaos Sorcerers can transform ordinary warriors into Daemonhosts, after which they metamorphose into the ferocious Lesser Daemons of the Blood God that are called Blood Wolves (dan abnetts 'Blood Pact' [Gaunt's Ghosts])
K (If i remomber correctly they travel at near sonic speeds and due to the possession they die within minuets of being released by the gore mage or damogaur)
ineptus astartes wrote:FWI some Blood wolf backround: psykers known as Gore Mages face the forces of the Emperor in the name of Khorne. These Chaos Sorcerers can transform ordinary warriors into Daemonhosts, after which they metamorphose into the ferocious Lesser Daemons of the Blood God that are called Blood Wolves (dan abnetts 'Blood Pact' [Gaunt's Ghosts])
he does. but he allows gore mages (I was a bit suprised when I read about them in blood pact but they use blood to do everything and so khorne bestows his gifts on them)
ineptus astartes wrote:he does. but he allows gore mages (I was a bit suprised when I read about them in blood pact but they use blood to do everything and so khorne bestows his gifts on them)
That can't be right, Khorne is the Bane of Psykers and believes it the tool of cowards, he even bestows gifts on his champions so they can resist their powers, those mages must have been aligned with Undivided or another God, as blood may be the demanded tribute of Khorne, other chaotic rituals also use blood sacrifice .
Please don't think I'm attacking you personally, it just seems weird.
+++TYING UP LOOSE ENDS+++ (warning viewer discretion is advised [suggestive content])
“My lord?” asked a voice. Demogorgon sighed. ‘Not this again’ he thought. What appeared to be a sister of battle albeit with demon wings on her back walked in, and without so much as a glace to yeenoghu and orcus, who were giving thir respective reports, stalked up to Demogorgons throne and flashed a sultry smirk. “Malacanthet, to what do I owe this pleasure?” hissed a suitably irritated Demogorgon.
The Slaaneshi cultist bowed her head for a fraction of a second. “Is it not commonplace for a consort to visit her master?” she asked. “You. Are. Not. My. Consort.” Demogorgon hissed. The sister of chaos looked hurt. “My lord, you wound me.” “If only.” Muttered Demogorgon. But truth be told, the chaotic sister was mainly in his group for the aptitude she had with gathering intelligence. The only problem, being that she constantly pestered Demogorgon to when he was going to claim her for his own. His answer was always the same. Never. Why could she not get the idea through her pleasure-craving skull? Raged the terminator lord in the privacy of his mind. Out loud he said. “Our librarians are experiencing visions of the highborn eldar of Alaitoc and Ulthwe entering the hulk, find what you can.” The sister of chaos put on a sly smile. “And what will I get in return?” Demogorgon stared through the eyepieces in his helmet. She wouldn’t. He thought. “You know what I want” the night lord resisted the urge to draw his storm bolter and splatr the cultist all over the landscape. But her informational skills were of too much use. “Get the intelligence, and I wont kill you.” As she left Demogorgon mentally tacked off the slaves she would request as compensation for her foiled seduction.
Another dark corridor formed from dead metal and rock, Eluna found herself longing for an open sky, or even the wraithbone halls of her Craftworld, even if that meant having to see her mother more often.
Suddenly she stopped, there was something drawing nearer. She closed her eyes and spread her senses further. Something was hunting her, she could feel its directed malevolence and eons-old evil. A daemon then, and not one of She who thirsts.
It was fast moving, of that she was certain, and was closing on her with unerring resolve, navigating the tunnels and caverns that riddled this hulk with ease, it had her sent and it would be upon her in moments. Unless..
The creature burst from the opening behind her with a savage howl just as she focused her will upon severing the daemon from the mind it inhabited, her spear left her hand just as a blast of psychic energy disrupted the deamons grasp on reality.
The spear impaled the Blood wolf mid-leap, and with its daemonic mind distracted at the same moment its host was destroyed caused it to lose its anchor to reality. The meat that landed at Eluna's feet was empty and lifeless.
She knelt beside it and retrieved her spear, "Mon-keigh cultists," she concluded to herself, "and they know I'm here, troubling."
She stood and with her rose her mental defenses, making it harder for other psykers to track her movements, and hurried on, the runes had said another Farseer was present and that it would be prudent for the two of them to combine forces, the presence of Deamons able to track them made it even more important.
La' Haedras glimps a flicker of the rupturing blast the crushes the senses of the Blood wolf. She winced at the agony that followed her as she ripped away her mind from the vision she just had. Returning to the dank jumbled corridors in which she stood, her Warlocks T’laric and Ariniae were guarding her as she perseved the innerds of this Hulk. "Another Farseer is aboard this Astral wreck, along with many others of varying species. I can't focus enough to pin point any of them in particular however our kin is nearby," La' Haedras looked up at T'laric who held out a hand to help her up from were she sat on the fragmented metal ground of this labarynth of iron. She took his hand and lifted herself up using his strenght.
Turning in a full circle she looked down the jumble of corridors surrounding her. Pointing with a gloved hand she signaled in silence the path that they must take. The two Warlocks walked down the designated path closly followed by La' Haedras herself. She paused sensing the presence of another.
Spinning quickly on the spot she threw a bolt of Psykick Lightning at the figure of a winged Daemonette, who had been spying on them from the shadows of a joining corridor. As the Blue bolt struck the Daemonette she vanished in a billowing cloud of black smoke, returning to her master and fleeing the scene. La' Haedras turned back to the pair of Warlocks. "We must be more vigilant we don't know what else might be lurking on this ship and I do not wish to be noticed just yet by every enemy force," she scolded and then continued down the corridor past her two bodyguards and they watched her walk past, her robes fluttering as she took long striding steps. T’laric and Ariniae follewed their mistress down the dark pathway gripping their power swords tighter incase of more assailants.
Squad Wind Striker moved onwards after recieving a brief report from La' Haedras of daemonic interference aboard this ship. They moved stealthily, silently carving a path through the long winding corridors, their feet dashing fluidly over the metal flooring as they sped on with their improved Eldar speed. Turning several more corridors and rushing through a couple of open hallways the Exarch raised a hand. Wind Striker stopped as if one entity, ahead of them at a junction was a fient glow of light. They moved steadily and even more silently as they approached the junction, their Shuriken catapults raised, they flicked of the lights and disappeared into the darkness of the corridors.
Ahead several figures emerged mere silhouettes against the light of the Hulks torch lamps. The figures who ever they were bagan to move down the corridor towards the Eldar Guardian squad, who were invisible in the darkness.
(If someone else wants to roleplay this battle? I don't mind who desides to kill off my Guardian squad as long as the Guardians manage to kill a good ammount of your troops due mostly to the fact that they get a surprise attack)
Darkvoidof40k wrote:Alright everyone, all off-topic, OOC etc should now be done here.
Agreed, and since I am tired of waiting for my fellow Tau RPer to RP I will take the lead back to the light
....SoK Ninja'd me
Commander Darkblade no longer saw the images of the Fire Warriors on his XV-22s HUD. 'I really need to get off this hulk' he thought'it's starting to make me see things'. Within minutes the 3 Shas'ui he contacted were there in the dim light of the infirmary.
"You can see why I called you here" Darkblade calmly remarked
"Aye Shas'o" agreed Shas'ui Von "But what slaughtered our brethren so"
Picking up a primitive bolt shell Darkblade bitterly remarked "The Greenskins, and for these crimes we shall kill until our arms are unable to move to strike the (ooc:whats the tau term for ork?) foul beasts."
"Sir, if we do this we not only risk ourselves, but the complete annihilation of all servants of the Greater Good on this vessel" argued Shas'ui Von
"Know your place Shas'ui" snapped Commander Darkblade "If it were up to you we would all die a slow death rather than have any hope of victory or escape"
"I..." Shas'ui Von started to stammer before being coldly cutoff by Darkblade again.
"Tonight we hunt the Ork"
(By the way barring anything odd I will leave this till the next player event since this would probably be a good way to have me interact with other race's and such)
Shas'ui T'au Kais wrote:Sorry Dragoon, but its the last day of my boarding school year, and for the last few days I have been extremely busy with end of year stuff...
... haven't been able to post, and even you see that I go away for one night and miss two pages...
haha no problem, I had to flip you crap, and besides it could be explained as you guys fell back a little bit
Darkvoidof40k wrote:Dragoon, I give you permission to take control of Kaiser's characters until such a time as he is free to roleplay.
Nah, it makes it more interesting to have two seperate groups with completely different thoughts, besides I would feel really goofy RPing two character interacting with eachother, moreso than interacting with NPCs
Drag, I'm lumping his character with you whether you like it or not. Just include a few lines in each post describing what Kaiser's characters are doing... basically just have them turn up, say two words and have them tag along until Kaiser can play.
Darkvoidof40k wrote:Drag, I'm lumping his character with you whether you like it or not. Just include a few lines in each post describing what Kaiser's characters are doing... basically just have them turn up, say two words and have them tag along until Kaiser can play.
Generally wouldn't mind, but I think if I do another RP(or have to RP another character) wires will start getting crossed, in otherwords you may end up with a Khorne Worshipping rogue trader Tau cleric with a god complex (3 are FRPGs the others are tabletop RPGs)
(So who ever wants to kill off some Guardians can go ahead as I'd rather not roleplay as both groups :S especially when I meet up with Lord harrab and we have lots of Eldar stuff going on ^.^)
Sister of Krieg wrote:(So who ever wants to kill off some Guardians can go ahead as I'd rather not roleplay as both groups :S especially when I meet up with Lord harrab and we have lots of Eldar stuff going on ^.^)
Mainly sitting around, turning the stands of fate into a jumper for us to wear and muttering "just as planned."
Feris left the Grey knights praying. He walked around a corner and saw a hunched figure it was drenched in blood, shaking and wearing a guardsman uniform he was muttering words but Feris couldn’t hear him. The Marshal walked closer.
“What happened here?” Asked Feris
The guardsmen looked up but not at feris but at the wall and then clutched his head and looked back at the floor. Feris moved closer to hear what he was saying.
“Faith is my shield, Hate is my sword, For the Emperor” Muttered the Guardsmen in terror.
Feris looked at him placing his large hand on the guardsman’s back. The guardsman leapt up with his weapon.
“BACK….I...I’LL FIRE LEAVE ME ALONE I WILL KILL YOU TRAITOR!” The guardsmen yelled at Feris in terror.
“Don’t ever call me traitor guardsman or it will be the last thing you will say where did you hear those Astartes chants.”Asked the marshal in anger never has a he been seen as a traitor?
“I..I’m sorry sir I’m…I’m just scared sir. Chaos, Necrons and Orks I just want to go.” Said the guardsman bursting out in tears.
“You did not answer my question guardsman tell me NOW!” Feris said in Anger.
“I was with a Silver skulls commander in ran. I wanted to go home our lander is in a fortified hanger.” The guardsman yelled in Feris’s face.
He suddenly thought about what he done he dropped to his knees and beg for forgiveness.
“He was a good friend we fought at Armageddon together where were you last.” Said Feris
“Down the hall please forgive me mighty warrior.” Pleaded the guardsman in fear of his life.
“Your commanders will decide go now and tell them what you have done.” Said Feris in disgust The guardsman got up and ran.
Feris looked back at the grey knights behind him who had finished their chants .
“We must find Jaz the Inheritor” Said Feris as he ran down the corridor and the grey knights followed. Feris got half-way down the corridor when he head a voice in his helmet.
"This is the Black templar leader High Marshal Helbrecht
and commander of the Battle Barge 'Eternal Crusader' we have picked up your signal Marshal Feris we are here for you brother 1000 strong we have sent help." Said High Marshal Helbrecht.
"I thank you My lord." Replied Feris in relief.
"Thank you for your help Grey knight but i must meet my brothers." said Feris to the grey knights.
Feris turned around and ran to the hanger. He met no trouble on the way he was welcomed in the hanger the the chant 'No Pity! No Remorse! No Fear!'
The chapter had sent:
40 Initiates with close combat weapons and bolter pistols
10 Sword Brethren members with Lightning Claw
Dreadnought Niris the last Castellan with two close combat arms and heavy flamers
The snow and ice pelted his skin as he stared out into the void. The banshee howls in his ears almost deadened the wind,
or was it the wind.
He frowned and glanced around him.
No Banshees but some other of the fey folk slinked away behind a rock outcropping.
After what felt like thousands of years he wished they would leave him alone.
His Hand tightened on the haft of the Rune Staff as he re-focussed his attention out on the storm brewing over the Fang.
Again the Banshees howl pierced his concentration, but this time he felt the web of the Runes start to dance in the snow
flakes, aligning, orbiting spelling their message from The Old ones.
His blood quickened as he read the futures,
as he felt the powers in his blood surge to get free he started tracing the runes from the sky into the stone tablet at his feet.
about 300 night lords (150 tactical marines 50 raptors 50 havoks 30 termies and 10 dreads (along with a in construction warlord titan and about 500 spawn shocktroops hundreds of servitors and hundreds of serfs
according to the short story 'the core' the night lords keep all that can be saved by sutch an operation into dreadnoughts or stasis feilds awaiting dreads
Darko, can you please update the character sheets?
Player: Scrazza
Character name: Kyel Charkos
Character age: 33
Character race: Human (from the planet Ousia)
Character profession: Guardsman, Company Commander, Captain
Character personality: Fierce, tries to take care of his company , medium faith in the Emperor.
Character appearance: (See picture) though, heavily scared, bionic left hand.
Character height: 6ft 4
Character equipment: Lasgun, Laspistol, Frag grenades, Short-sword ( = bayonet), Bionic left hand
Character bio/background story: Hailing from the swamp world Ousia, Charkos is like all Ousian men, raised in the swamps and the bayous, between dangerous animals. He used to hunt for Gator with his father before he grew tired of the monotonous life, and left for a life within the Ousian Guard, a regiment specialized for warfare in bayous areas. He joined at the age of 21, so has a lot of experience. He survived long enough to become Lieutenant. On board of a space hulk, h lost his left hand due to a malfunctioning plasma pistol, and has a bionic left hand as a replacement. For great merit, and leading an effective counterattack against orks, he got promoted to Captian of 1st company of the 21st Ousian Riverine.
Charkos' command squad.
Corporal Robin
Though, big and mean, he saved Charkos' live, and has earned his trust to serve him as a bodyguard. He is armed with a powersword and a laspistol.
Techpriest Martelius.
Large and mechanic. He has various mechanic gizmos and whatnots. Got attached to this Ousian Company as main techincian. Charkos is in charge of his safety.
Vox Trooper Mirdin
Has been in service of Charkos for he past two years, and has proven his skills with the vox. He is armed with a standard vox caster, a lasgun and a machette.
Field Medic Tolin
Joined 1st company after treating Charkos' wounds onboard the space hulk. He is armed with a laspistol, machette, surgical satchel attached on his utility belt. A backpack full of medical items.
Cadet Comissar Holt Heyliger.
Attached to 1st Company during the actions on the space hulk. Due to a shortage of fitting Comissars, Cadet Heyliger gladly took the commission to join 1st company. He has a lot to prove, both to the comissariat and the Ousians.
Platoon comanders
1st Lieutenant Blach
Got promoted from Sergeant to 1st lieutenant on the space hulk to fill in vacated commanding places. He has proven his worth countless times. He is armed with a lasgun, laspistol, machette and frag grenades.He is in command of 1st platoon
Lieutenant Pulver
Just like Blach, he got promoted to 2nd lieutenant on the space hulk. He is a trusted friend of charkos. His armed with a mechanic right arm, a lasgun, laspistol, frag grenades and a machette.In command of 2nd platoon
Sergeant Mohane
He is in command of 3d platoon, the smallest platoon in the company. 3rd platoon only numbers 18 men, so Charkos had seen it fit to get trooper Mohane, who had some great tactic insight, promoted to sergeant and lead this depleted platoon.
Lieutenant Garl
He is momentarily in the field hospital, but with the aid of the hospitalliers and Martellius, Garl should be able to fight in a weeks time. Garl is armed witha lasgun, Machette, and Frag grenades. Garl has a mechanic righ leg, and right arm. His right shoulder is mechanical. Garl is the commander of 4th platoon
Sergeant Jethro.
A young sergeant, he showed great command talent, and he temporarily leads 4th platoon until Garl gets back. Jethro always tries to get the job done the fastest.
Lieutenant Viggo
Promoted to 1st company's 5th platoon commander after he impressed Charkos on the space hulk with his tactic insight. He is armed with lasgun, Krak grenades, Machette and a meltabomb
due lack of other fitting commanding officers, sixth platoon is led by Charkos himself.
Orcus advanced through the murk of the tomb sanguinis, the terrorseer chanting, finding his targets, and leading the Night Lords to them. As the traitor astartes marched trough the murk, the five marines homed in on one target an eldar scouting group. Orcus was a bear of a man. Massive wings aborned the side of his helmet, and the skull of a black templar castellan hung on a chain at his neck, the massive chainsword in his hand, ‘howling death’ was in his right hand, while in his left, he clutched a storm shield. While he crushed debris underfoot the combat squad was advancing in a line through the fog, preparing to kill.
Soon enough, the squad appeared at their destination, and changed their approach. They mag-locked their boots to the walls and ceiling and crawled along them. The eldar beneath never knew what hit them. Orcus was the first into combat. His mag-locks deactivating and executing a flip as he fell, using the Howling Death to shear off an eldar’s head. The next ones died when the night lords on the ceiling opened fire, and splattered three more across the landscape. The last one however flipped up its shiurukin catapult, and sent a hail of darts toward Orcus. The night lord batted them away with his storm shield and slammed the revving chainsword into the eldar’s side.
The xeno dropped to the deck, coughing. Orcus kicked its faceplate and the casing shattered. Underneath was an eldar female. Looking only out of her teens in human years, but probably at least two hundred years old in eldar terms. Grinning savagely, the night lord gathered the spiritstones of those that had fallen, and arranged them in a pile. Drawing his plasma pistol he leveled it at the pile. “No!” screamed the eldar. “don’t!” Orcus smirked. “Why not?” he snarled The eldar sobbed. “Please! You cannot!” I will do anything!” At this, Orcus let a feral grin creep onto his hidden face. “Then here is what you will do…you will come with us, without a fuss.” When another marine had put the stones in a sack, they marched back to the ship
“Are you prepared brothers?” asked demogorgon. The terminator nearest him answered. “We are in midnight clad.”
At this Demogorgon allowed a genuine warm smile onto his face. His soldiers were the living embodiment of terror incarnate. They were feared across the galaxy, and rightly so. the mere mention of the night lords could send people swarming off of a planet. These men were also his brothers. And they would die for one another if it came to that. For all the night lords did in viciousness and cruelty to others, they had their own twisted code of honour amongst the legion.
Demogorgon himself had been one of the captains who had believed in the false emperor, until the ‘heresy’ when his gene father Konrad Kurz had given the legion true freedom, only to be stuck down by the hated one: M’shen.even though Kruze had vindicated himself, Talos Soul Hunter had made himself a hero by bringing the hated one to justice.
Demogorgon replied to the termintor. “Ave Dominus Nox”
As the night lords marched for a small ork encampment, a newly recovered item of massive worth, a nondescript chaos star hung about the terminator lord’s neck…
ineptus astartes wrote: Orcus advanced through the murk of the tomb sanguinis, the terrorseer chanting, finding his targets, and leading the Night Lords to them. As the traitor astartes marched trough the murk, the five marines homed in on one target an eldar scouting group. Orcus was a bear of a man. Massive wings aborned the side of his helmet, and the skull of a black templar castellan hung on a chain at his neck, the massive chainsword in his hand, ‘howling death’ was in his right hand, while in his left, he clutched a storm shield. While he crushed debris underfoot the combat squad was advancing in a line through the fog, preparing to kill. Soon enough, the squad appeared at their destination, and changed their approach. They mag-locked their boots to the walls and ceiling and crawled along them. The eldar beneath never knew what hit them. Orcus was the first into combat. His mag-locks deactivating and executing a flip as he fell, using the Howling Death to shear off an eldar’s head. The next ones died when the night lords on the ceiling opened fire, and splattered three more across the landscape. The last one however flipped up its shiurukin catapult, and sent a hail of darts toward Orcus. The night lord batted them away with his storm shield and slammed the revving chainsword into the eldar’s side. The xeno dropped to the deck, coughing. Orcus kicked its faceplate and the casing shattered. Underneath was an eldar female. Looking only out of her teens in human years, but probably at least two hundred years old in eldar terms. Grinning savagely, the night lord gathered the spiritstones of those that had fallen, and arranged them in a pile. Drawing his plasma pistol he leveled it at the pile. “No!” screamed the eldar. “don’t!” Orcus smirked. “Why not?” he snarled The eldar sobbed. “Please! You cannot!” I will do anything!” At this, Orcus let a feral grin creep onto his hidden face. “Then here is what you will do…you will come with us, without a fuss.” When another marine had put the stones in a sack, they marched back to the ship ^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^ “Are you prepared brothers?” asked demogorgon. The terminator nearest him answered. “We are in midnight clad.” At this Demogorgon allowed a genuine warm smile onto his face. His soldiers were the living embodiment of terror incarnate. They were feared across the galaxy, and rightly so. the mere mention of the night lords could send people swarming off of a planet. These men were also his brothers. And they would die for one another if it came to that. For all the night lords did in viciousness and cruelty to others, they had their own twisted code of honour amongst the legion. Demogorgon himself had been one of the captains who had believed in the false emperor, until the ‘heresy’ when his gene father Konrad Kurz had given the legion true freedom, only to be stuck down by the hated one: M’shen.even though Kruze had vindicated himself, Talos Soul Hunter had made himself a hero by bringing the hated one to justice. Demogorgon replied to the termintor. “Ave Dominus Nox” As the night lords marched for a small ork encampment, a newly recovered item of massive worth, a nondescript chaos star hung about the terminator lord’s neck…
Gorskar thought about it.
With the Dred's pilot exposed like this, it would be a simple matter to kill him.
But he had said something that had interested Gorskar greatly.
"Mar-eenz. Dem big armour humies."
Gorskar's eyes lit up as the thought of fighting his favourite enemy pushed aside all others.
Gently, he reached up and pulled down the blasted shoulder pad. The triple tear symbol was still there. Now he had the chance to add others to his collection. Perhaps even a helmet or two. Who knows, he may even capture some of those special shootas the warriors seemed to love so much, or maybe another of their tanks for his brigades.
The plain fact of the matter was that Gorskar could not - would not - pass up an opportunity to test himself against such foes again. Battles with the so-called space mar-eenz were worth their weight in teeth, and any Warboss worth his position could not pass up such a fight.
"Where d'yer say dey was at, dese humies?"
Around him, his meganobz looked to their leader. It seemed an agreement was being reached, not that it mattered to them.
thenoobbomb wrote:Grey Knight Paladin Samuel Galgotha ran out of the shuttle, his Paladin squad following him. They had to find their target and kill him..
You don't seem to understand this game.
1) You read the entire thing.
2) You fill out a character sheet.
3) You wait for acceptance by myself.
ineptus astartes wrote:I wasn't talking about SACRIFICE...(slaaneshi cultists have a...thing for eldar [insert evil laugh])
Eldar and humans cannot mate.. at least in the NEW fluff.. just know that I have no real intention of touching Slaanesh worshippers with a 40ft pole.. extermination from orbit is doable.
C Company, Charkos company, were pulled off the line for two days to rest, and rearm. Well, off the line meant being placed at the rear, with the landers. These two days were given to the whole regiment, of what was left of it. Reinforces, The 127th Heraklian Dragoons took the 21st Ousian Riverine's place at the line. The regiment was to reafrm, refit, and treat as many wounded as possible to get as many of them back in the field. It didn't look like Lieutenant Garl would be back soon, so that young sergeant would take his place.
OOC: To be honest, I don't know how I need to go further with this RP. The possiblities are endless, I can't pick one. I think I need a player event to help me out...
thenoobbomb wrote:Grey Knight Paladin Samuel Galgotha ran out of the shuttle, his Paladin squad following him. They had to find their target and kill him..
You don't seem to understand this game.
1) You read the entire thing.
2) You fill out a character sheet.
3) You wait for acceptance by myself.
ineptus astartes wrote:I wasn't talking about SACRIFICE...(slaaneshi cultists have a...thing for eldar [insert evil laugh])
Eldar and humans cannot mate.. at least in the NEW fluff.. just know that I have no real intention of touching Slaanesh worshippers with a 40ft pole.. extermination from orbit is doable.
Jesus christ! i wasn't talking about...THAT! I was talking about their obsession with torture!
OOC:Thats sick.......I want to join in...............joke im not that sick i will save her or ill try.
BIC:
"BROTHERS LET US HUNT THIS CHAOS SCUM." Yelled Feris and he was replied by his troops with a roar. They marched down the corridors.
"Im glad we are fighting togther again." Said the dreadnought.
"So am i brother." Replied Feris.
Suddenly a scream echoed through the corridor. The templars walked through a hall it was full of dead eldar their helmets shattered and flesh tore from the bone.
"This must be where the screams came from. It sounded like a woman screaming what should we do Marshal?" Said a Black Templar.
"Even that they are xeno-pyskers it is better then the forces of chaos butchering her slowly." Replied Feris
All the templars all knew that it was strange but they still had feelings and they hate chaos like the eldar. They ran closer to the location of the screams and saw a female eldar with a group of slaanesh cultists laughing and knifes drawn.
"PURGE THE HERITICS BROTHERS SAVE THE ELDAR" Yelled Feris sword drawn.
The templars charged in and weapons drawn in would be an easy battle the cultists were cowaring. The chainswords slashed at the cultists and butchered them. The female eldar got up thinking she was next.
"Go see your Farseer tell her i dont wish to fight you path is clear for you now go." Said Feris.
The female eldar thanked the templars and picked up her weapon and went.
ineptus astartes wrote:...there are a few slaaneshi cultists allied with us...
I hope for the eldar's sake that your not Bernard Cormwell...
But back on topic...
IC: ---------------- Somewhere behind the imperial lines, late at 'night' -------------------
The black, red and gold chimera screeched to a halt and several others painted in a naval boarding camouflage of blues, greys and blacks came to rest behind it. Marcus jumped from the top hatch and ran to an 'abandoned' hut made of sheet metal and wood - a typical ork building. Behind him came Marcus; guard detail - Cecil and his squad of grenadiers accompanied by Robur - who took up places against the wall of the shack. The other squads of grenadiers ran to take up positions by other shacks.
Marcus drew his shotgun from its leather case and racked the slide. He made the hand signal for his squad to stack up on the door. Robur and a sergeant named Daniel took the head of the breaching team, while Cecil covered the middle and two other men covered the rear. Marcus waited with another grenadier on the opposite side of the door the breaching team were facing. Marcus readied a fragmentation grenade while the grenadier readied an uncommon phosphorus grenade, a combination that when combined with incoming fire would make the short life of the occupants of the building a living hell.
Daniel threw the door open but Marcus paused from throwing the grenade, something was wrong. Before he could shout out, the building detonated in a searing blaze of fire and a thunderous explosion of noise...
---- 7 hours earlier ----
It was a bad day. Marcus had been through four meetings discussing various details of tomorrows assault, he had been searching desperately for links or clues to the missing explosives whereabouts, he had had an issue with the quarter master who hadn't supplied the fuel for the chimera transports and worst of all he had an inhuman headache. There were multiple strong psychic presences now on the hulk, some of which practiced dark forbidden arts bound by blood.
Now he had a meeting with the deathwatch team.
And no, he was not looking forward to it.
The superhuman giants sat on small, unadorned stools around a table with various maps and charts on it. Marcus stood at the head of the table but the arstates still dwarfed him.
"Captain Argus, you wished to talk to me?" Marcus began.
"Yes inquisitor. I need to know what our orders are for tomorrow" The man had a deep voice rich with age.
"They're quite simple captain, your to make use of the naval teleportation systems which have been brought on board the hulk to deep strike into this triangular bastion just outside the main fort itself. The bastion needs to fall as while it stands there are no blind spots, we'll be under fire from all sides with it there."
"You expect us five men to take a whole bastion?" The man seemed sightly surprised, but not deterred by the size of the task.
"You will have the dragoons moving to support you. Once the fort it secured, your to cut through into this section of hallway under the hulk and proceed to this point here, inside the fort. Then you will cut up into the fort thus quickly bringing the battle to a close." The captain nodded. "Hallways..." Marcus mumbled to himself just as an idea dawned.
"Inquisitor?"
"Captain, I have need of your skills to day. Would you sweep this area of hallways underneath high command."
"What are we to be looking for?" The captain was genuinely curious
"Anything suspicious, explosives, crates where crate shouldn't be, men where they shouldn't be: you find anything you tell me and if someone fires at you you make sure that at least on of them remains alive."
"Understood."
Marcus twisted quickly and jogged from the tent. "Robur, get me a vox..."
----- a few hours later -----
Teams of grenadiers scoured the hallways. Marcus had joined with Domini's engineers and Cecil's command squad - the two refused to make eye contact. They had been searching for well over two hours. The vox beads clicked as each squad completed a sweep and moved onto another. Marcus knew he was on the right track... and close too! He could feel those who were not with the imperials, but who were they? Orks, cultists, deserters?" Time would tell.
Light from the teams lamp packs flooded the dark hallway. Tension hang in the air like a tangible substance. There was no cover here, firefights in this confined space would be quick and bloody. Light glinted off the dusty, rust covered walls. Once what was supposedly a great battle ship was now a labyrinth of warp twisted metal and crazed shapes that would twist and turn a mans mind into mush.
Ahead light glinted off armour, or some weapon. One of the grenadiers shouted the code word "protect".
The response was a hail of autogun and stubber rounds. Few made contact and those that did bounced off the thick carapace armour that Marcus' team wore. Cecil's grenadiers reacted with lighting speed firing volley after volley of purple hellgun blast screaming down the hallway. Marcus saw a man's clothing ignite as the shot tore through his body and then the man was swallowed by darkness. The engineer's unleashed their revolver shotguns, filling the corridor with lead, and another man twisted back into the shadows as his body was shredded by the high powered shotguns.
A grenadier to Marcus' right yelled out and fell, his knee a mess of blood and bone. The unknown force ahead seemed to outnumber Marcus' team and they were making ground. Cecil shouted out the order to fall back and the grenadiers moved with the precision only years of drill brought. Half the squad moved while the rest covered. Domini's engineers followed suit copying the grenadiers.
Marcus ran out and gripped the disabled grenadier by his sholder and began to drag his backwards. The man screamed as Marcus yanked his backwards and the mans leg jerked up and down. Marcus swung his new shotgun around into one hand and fire, twisted the weapon around to grip the slide with a single hand and racked it. He then twisted the gun again and fired. He kept repeating the process as he slowly dragged the screaming grenadier backwards.
As Marcus reached a bend in the hallway Domini appeared behind him...
Marcus sighed as he realized what Domini had brought along with him and before Marcus could start ranting about what an idiot Domini was and how did he ever make the rank of sergeant in an engineering regiment and so on Marcus unleashed the full fury of a small, man portable RPG.
The rocket sent a burning trail of fire down the corridor. The hallway filled with the smoke and smell of rocket exhaust. The rocket bounced off one of the walls then the floor until hitting a man squarely in the chest. The entire section of corridor down the hall ceased to be. Instead it turned into a burning fireball that rushed up the hall. Marcus' team were bowled over the shock wave of the weapon, their cloths seared by the heat.
Well, that's one way to win a fire fight, bring an RPG to a gunfight. Marcus decided to not rant at Domini, mainly because neither he nor Domini would hear what he was saying. Instead he moved down the hall, dusting himself off. Small fires licked the corpses of the dead, or what was left of them. Blood slicked the walls and at the center of the former group of former men was a scorched but intact crate of high explosives in an armoured case. If that case had been open....
A man groaned, somehow he was still alive. Marcus knelt beside him. Robur moved up and offered a device that many inquisitors used to gain information from captives, but Marcus had his own methods. Placing a hand over the mans blooded forehead, Marcus let his power well up and flow through. It had taken years of training to hone it physic abilities to this skill. The man screamed and shook as the neural cells in his brain slowly burnt out as Marcus searched for what he was looking for, everything else burned.
When Marcus had finished the man's brains seeped from his ears, mouth and nose. It was a horrible process but traitors got what they deserved and Marcus got what he wanted. He wiped his hand on a cloth he carried then rose up from his stooped position.
"Call everyone back, there are remaining explosives to be found..."
ooc:
black templar wrote:
"PURGE THE HERITICS BROTHERS SAVE THE ELDAR" Yelled Feris sword drawn.
black templar: umm.If I recall, the eldar prisoner was taken back to the 'heart of darkness' we seem to have a plot-hole here\
and wizard:you seem to have forgotten to mention that your tent was someway tuned into a charnel house... :(
Demogorgon watched in satisfaction as the orks were slowly herded to vulkaric’s workshop, with Dagon standing over them. If any tried to flee they were instantly gunned down. When they entered vulkaric's workshop they exited as work-servitors, combat-servitors, lobotomized meatshields or one of the techmarines more...eccentric creations. The techmarine’s full name was 'Vulkaric the unbound' as he was free to practice whatever perverse experiments with the apothecary as he wanted. Vulkaric and the apothcary combined their skills to make grotesque monsters, upon which they would brand the symbol of the VIII legion and send into the depths of the hulk. Or keep them to serve as elites among the cannonfodder of the battlefield.
"My lord!" it was Orcus “yes Orcus?” he asked amiably. “I found this.” A live young eldar female was dumped in front of demogorgon. The massive terminator studied her through his eyepieces. “So?” he finally asked. “What is important about one eldar female?” “The bitch was guarding something” replied Orcus. This intrigued Demogorgon “Oh? Pray tell.”
The answer was simple “There is more than one farseer aboard the hulk.” This intrigued the teminator even more “Well!” no reason to be barbaric is there?’
At this Orcus seemed confused “my lord?”
"Let us see if we can reach this farseer.” Announced Demogorgon. “Kardum! What is her name?” all it took for the terrorseer was a fraction of a second. “The farseers name is Eluna, my lord. Why?” Because brothers.” Explained Demogorgon “we need a change of plan. We cannot risk a single warrior in combat. By the way, Orcus?” “Yes lord?” “How many neophytes do we have ready for the carapace?” Orcus pondered for a moment “20, my lord.”
“They may have as much power amour as we can spare. Including the old captains amour.” Said Demogorgon, referring to the silver skulls captain who’s amour had been repainted and the purity seals destroyed, and whose silver painted skull now decorated Demogorgons belt. “But sir!” Orcus protested. “She will try kill you on sight!” “I have the rosarius” replied Demogorgon. “And bring Kerzit” “Yes, lord.” Turning to a pair of tactical marines he spoke. “bring the blank”
As demogorgon and his retinue arrived back at the heart of darkness demogorgon called aside Pazuzu. “Pazuzu.” He said. “I have and errand for you to run…”
Far above the imperial inquisitor’s camp Pazuzu crouched on a spar of metal that jutted out from a downed battle barge. Smiling profanely to himself he grasped the massive sack in both hands, and leapt off of the spar and into thin air. His jump packs kicked in a moment before he hit the ground, and as he stalked silently through the imperial camp he had to restrain himself from butchering.
Seeing his target: the inquisitors tent, he stole up to it, making no sound. as he heard the raised voices of a heated argument in the front of the tent he maneuvered to the back, where he used his combat knife to slash a massive hole in the tents wall. stealing into the inquisitors tent his hand went to the sack he carried. Opening it he dumped its grisly cargo all over the room. The contents of the sack were these: the horribly mutilated and scarred form of the silver skulls captain, with chaotic brandings burned into his flesh and his power armour stolen. And the corpses of six guardsmen, horrifically burned, melta’ed and slashed, with miniature stars of chaos nailed into their flesh. Leaving the tent, it took all of Pazuzu’s stealth and silence not to disturb the guards until he could head back to the heart of darkness… When he had fled the imperial camp and gained a rough estimate of their numbers he set off through the hundreds of kilometers of metal, back to the heart of darkness
ineptus astartes wrote:to. wizard12: here is the thing you missed.
Spoiler:
ineptus astartes wrote:+++ WASTE NOT. WANT NOT+++
As demogorgon and his retinue arrived back at the heart of darkness demogorgon called aside Pazuzu. “Pazuzu.” He said. “I have and errand for you to run…”
Far above the imperial inquisitor’s camp Pazuzu crouched on a spar of metal that jutted out from a downed battle barge. Smiling profanely to himself he grasped the massive sack in both hands, and leapt off of the spar and into thin air. His jump packs kicked in a moment before he hit the ground, and as he stalked silently through the imperial camp he had to restrain himself from butchering.
Seeing his target: the inquisitors tent, he stole up to it, making no sound. as he heard the raised voices of a heated argument in the front of the tent he maneuvered to the back, where he used his combat knife to slash a massive hole in the tents wall. stealing into the inquisitors tent his hand went to the sack he carried. Opening it he dumped its grisly cargo all over the room. The contents of the sack were these: the horribly mutilated and scarred form of the silver skulls captain, with chaotic brandings burned into his flesh and his power armour stolen. And the corpses of six guardsmen, horrifically burned, melta’ed and slashed, with miniature stars of chaos nailed into their flesh. Leaving the tent, it took all of Pazuzu’s stealth and silence not to disturb the guards until he could head back to the heart of darkness… When he had fled the imperial camp and gained a rough estimate of their numbers he set off through the hundreds of kilometers of metal, back to the heart of darkness
see? (just edit your post to go with the canon)
The inquisitor has yet to return to his tent, he's been busy you know... arranging a large scale assault, dealing with the effect of chaos blood magics and generally dealing with a possible terrorist attack on high command. Yeah, he's quite an active guy!
ineptus astartes wrote:I wasn't talking about SACRIFICE...(slaaneshi cultists have a...thing for eldar [insert evil laugh])
Eldar and humans cannot mate.. at least in the NEW fluff.. just know that I have no real intention of touching Slaanesh worshippers with a 40ft pole.. extermination from orbit is doable.
This also includes posting characters/ideas that are not suitable or fitting for the story either. Please don't try and spoil other posters games, if it's not for you, then don't read the thread or post in it. Similarly if you have quit or left the story, then there's no need for you to post in this thread.
Character name: Marduk the Inheritor
Character age: Despite being born over ten thousand years ago, he is only 517 years old (for any who care)
Character race: Chaos Space Marines, Word Bearers
Character profession: Dark Apostle
Character personality: Extremeley intelligent and sadistic. He recruits people for the dark gods.
Character appearance: His armors' helmet has large tusks. Armour is adorned with skulls, trophies and parchments
Character height: 10'2"
Character equipment: Terminator armour, Accursed Crozius, Reaper autocannon
Character bio/background story: Former first acolyte to Kol Badar, he became a Dark Apostle upon his masters death. Blessed with visions of the dark gods, Marduk has proven to be highly favoured. On multiple occasions he has demonstrated the ability to summon daemons directly from the warp on a whim. He is armed with the daemon possessed reaper autocannon Borh'gal, an archaic weapon from the Dark Age of humanity.
Legion of the word:
Champion Gilgamah – Power armour, powerfist, plasmapistol
9 Chosen Terminator champions. 2 with Heavy flamers
Amon ‘The Raven born’ – (Sorceror)
9 Chosen Sorcerors
20 Marines
Bune ‘The cursed’ – (Dreadnought)
Rahab ‘The fallen’ – (Dark techmarine formally Iron Hand techmarine)
The warp gate rippled, massive figures of warriors with such discipline and precision, marched into the darkness. Blood red armour of millennia old design resembled Astrates pattern armour, but these were embellished with runes and sigils of dark, archaic power. Ancient parchment fluttered as they moved.
A huge daemon forged dreadnought, chained down by dozens of servitors, was brought out in between an honour guard of 20 marines. Its huge shape dominated the view. Guttural, vox-altered growls came from the speakers, wrought into its ornate chassis.
Marduk the Inheritor, clad in terminator pattern war plate led them into the darkness. His hulking shoulder guards formed of polished gold and black iron, cast massive shadows in his wake. A burning book, the symbol of the Word Bearers legion, was etched into his armour. Tiny glowing runes and parchment covered in dark whispers draped over every surface of his armour. His helm sporting half metre tusks. He carried with him a heavy, bronze autocannon, thrumming with dark, malevolent power. His Crozius was hanging from his belt.
‘Brother Demogorgon, it truly has been too long’ his voice deep and mechanical. Marduk reached his free hand out, showing it was empty. The darkness in this cavernous room was so deep it took several moments for his vision to tune to the darkness. Marduk removed his tusked helm, revealing a grining daemon like face. An eight pointed star was tattooed to his forehead, and small horns protruded from his crown. His eyes were completely black.
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Thank you red, but until someone breaks the rules, I think we'll get along well enough without intervention from the mods.
Scrazza wrote:Darko, Have you read my last post? I think I need a player event, I'm stuck without an idea...
I'll get on it when I can. As I've said, got a lot of Admin right now.
Ghost Had been a Scout Sergeant of the Ultramarines for many years, preferring the beauty of a stealth kill to that of a blazing fire-fight, although he wasn't afraid to so so if the situation had required it.
Now at the behest of an Inquisitor, he was applying his considerable skills to bypassing the battle in the lower hulk like a breath of stale air, and about as visible, he had sat for a while and observed the Ork camp, reporting back his observations and even getting the ork warboss within his cross-hairs as he met with another of his foul kind, he'd considered taking the shot, but that wasn't his mission, and so he preceded on.
Now he was nearing the co-ordinates he had been ordered to recon, only the barest amount of light filled this section of the hulk, and he was glad for his night vision goggles, with the machine spirt's blessing he could still see well enough to make his way.
Not that he seemed to need it now, as the passage way he was in was blocked, as had all the others he had tried, with a strange fleshy wall, he'd considered using his melta bombs to clear a path, he had dismissed it as too noisy, but now it looked like he'd have no choice.
He threw back his camo-cloak to reach his melta bombs, and felt it snag on something behind him. He froze. The corridor had been smooth rock until this point. There was nothing for his cloak to get stuck upon.
He spun around, pulling his knife from his scabbard just as the Lictor brought down its scything talons and impaled the scout sergeant though the chest, severing both his arms as it did so.
Ghost opened his mouth to spit upon the beast, but it moved far quicker than him and drove it's feeder tendrils through his eyes to his brain, and began to feed, draining his skull of brain-matter as it absorbed the information located with the dead scouts mind while it was still warm There was prey on the Hulk. Lots of it, divided and waring itself, and the hulk was heading to a world rich in biomass, but first, the hiveship must replenish its reserves and awake from hibernation.
Obeying the directive planted within its mind, the Lictor vanished into the shadows, leaving a trail of pheonmmoes in its wake. Shortly after, a tide of chitin and clawed death began to move in its wake.
The Hive Mind had turned its attention to The Tomb Sanguinis
Demogorgon waited in front of the warpgate, a massive construct of daemon-forged metal, imbued with arcane powers and arching over the Dread Walk. The gate shimmered then sprang to life. The sight of the Dread Walk replaced by the swirling vortex of the warp. Several daemons sprang out opportunistically before they were clubbed then carted away. Then the murky shapes of space marines appeared, slowly growing more defined as they drew closer to the Gate.
Twenty Chaos marines walked out followed by a massive dreadnaught-in-chains. But what had Demogorgon’s full attention was the terminator in front.
Marduk the Inheritor.
Stretching out a hand and showing that it was empty, the customary greeting, The Inheritor removed his helm and spoke. “Brother Demogorgon, it truly has been too long.” Demogorgon stomped over and grasped the outstretched hand at the wrist, the symbol for a pacted alliance. “The same here Marduk, we last met some 51 years ago, if I am correct?” the deaemon-faced apostle laughed. “Yes, last I saw you, you were descending upon a group of Holy watchers, screaming like a Lord of Change.” Demogorgon considered this and trawled his mind for a name, it took only a second for it to surface. “Abraxes. The home planet of the Holy watchers chapter, correct?” “As always.” Replied the other. Demogorgon walked over his quarters. “As much as I would like to reminisce about times past, we have some rather pressing matters to deal with.” Announced Demogorgon, brushing past the shawl that coved the door, and into the incense-filled room that was his quarters.
“And what would these be?” asked Marduk, obviously intrigued. Demogorgon glanced at him and headed to a cage in the corner. “This.” He said, and tore off the canvas covering the crate. Inside was a female eldar, lying on a cot. She sceamed when she saw them, and pressed herself against the wall. Marduk looked fascinated. “An eldar. And one of the more warlike craftworlds too.” Demogorgon smirked. “Yes, the fools of Alaitoc, the ones who believe that the eldar can ‘save themselves’ from the fall”
Marduk laughed. “Their time is over. They did not see the powers that be for the salvation they truly were.”
“Yes.” Replied Demogorgon. “But there is a problem that demands our attention…though not for long.” Marduk raised his eyebrows “Oh? Do tell.” Demogorgon lowered his voice and in a hiss, and explained “the old enemys of both the Night Lords AND the World Bearers: A Templar, Feris Night.”
Marduk frowned. “Who?” “One of those righteous Black Templars” answered the Night Lord. The inheritor sighed. “A Marshall?” “Yes.” When Demogorgon said this, Marduk Frowned. “You said he wouldn’t be a problem for long…why?”
Demogorgon smirked. “tell me...have you ever met The Prophet?”
The chatter of autoguns and the fizz-crack of hellguns filled the air. Marcus looked up from the dirt and back to the house he had been standing by. Well at least the mystery of the last demo charge had been solve he laughed humorlessly. The taskforce had been ambushed by not a rabble of deserters and traitors but instead by what seemed to be a highly trained, well equipped infantry force. A armoured vehicle of an unknown class, though it looked like a trojan with the back hatches removed and two heavy stubbers placed on it. Their opponent was armed with a mixture of automatic weapons and bolt action rifles, many sporting bayonets. The grenadiers were fighting back though, many had taken the initiative and took up firing positions in the ork shacks. Marcus' team were taking cover in the ruins of the ex-shack; he crawled over to them. The ground rumbled as one of the task forces chimera transports rolled into the ork encampment and unleashed scathing fire from it's heavy bolter. Within a few seconds of it firing, rifle grenades started to bang of the armoured hull and an RPG shot soared over it's turret. Marcus drew his pistol and carefully aimed, snapping a shot off into the torso of the RPG wielder. As he fell, his finger hit the trigger of the RPG and sent a second rocket flying into the air. It didn't quite reach the roof of the compartment but came close, then it dived down into the attackers positions sending up a great plume of dust and smoke.
Other trojan like vehicles were beginning to appear, bringing with them fresh squads of infantry. Somewhere a grenadier threw a grenade into one of the open tops of the vehicle and it exploded in a spectacular fashion. In another place one of the support stubbers the grenadiers used started to fire as it finally got into position, mowing down many men. But still the enemy came, the task force was outnumbered...
"Cecil, do you have a vox link? Mine's busted!" Marcus shouted over the din of fighting.
"Sure." The gruff captain grunted, throwing Marcus a small yet tough looking handset. It linked up with the master vox equipment on board the command chimera giving Marcus a long and strong signal range. Selecting the frequency he'd issued Adlinea, the vulture's pilot, he sent out a simple message.
"Scavenger 1: enemy forces encountered, close air support required, payload of anti-cover anti-infantry munitions. Scavenger 1 do you copy?"
It took twelve attempts before he got a response, "ETA 3 minutes"
"Oh she's quick isn't she" Captain Cecil shouted in anger as he overheard the conversation. He released his frustration into an unfortunate renegade who happened to step out of cover at the wrong time.
"I'm sure the wait will be worth it." Marcus replied, clipping man in the shoulder, the blast from his hell pistol packing enough force to blow the man's arm off.
The three minutes slid by slowly, the grenadiers, despite their superior training and armour were taking a toll to the massed gunfire of the opposing forces. And additional squad who hadn't made it out of the under ground hallways in time joined the defenders, bringing a small mortar which targeted the strange armoured vehicles.
The vulture appeared like lightning and struck like thunder. Coming from seemingly nowhere to unleash a payload of rockets into the various positions of the enemy infantry. It came in low for another strafing run blasting apart building and body alike with twin autocannons. He twisted and pivoted in the air to hover close to Marcus' position where it laid down heavy fire.
Emboldened by the newly found air support, the grenadiers rushed forwards into hand to hand combat with the enemy forces. Marcus joined the charge, power sword in hand. He hacked through a rifleman then dueled shortly with an officer before decapitating him with an elegantly executed riposte. The enemy was on the run, he could feel it. A grueling fight that lasted mere seconds which seemed like hours, it was over quickly.
The enemy force disappeared as stealthily as it had appeared, but they were still deadly. As the task force searched the abandoned ork village, small traps would go off or a lone marksman would take shots at the grenadier teams. The vulture hovered overhead, the chin mounted heavy bolter surveying the surrounding area, every now and then letting off a burst of fire into some building somewhere.
The rubble by Marcus shifted and he swirled around to see a wild eyed man holding an RPG. Before Marcus could cut him down the man fired it towards the vulture. It glanced off one of the wings and spiraled away to detonate close by the engine. There was a cough and a bust of dark smoke from the engine a shrapnel jammed the it. The rear of the vulture burst into flame. As the vulture screamed to the ground Marcus emptied the mans organs onto the ground, though the man didn't seem to care.
"With me!" Marcus shouted, vaulting a barricade of ruble and scrap metal. Snipers took their chance and rounds bounced into the dirt and shacks around him but Marcus kept running. There was a crash as the vulture hit the ground, remarkably the fuel tank didn't explode.
It had crashed into a flat square of ground. Shots rang out from cover all around the area, some hitting the bullet-proof windows of the vulture's cockpit, other whizzed passed Marcus, a rare few struck the armour plates of the men following him, though they had little effect. The rear of the cockpit seemed to be catching alight and the crew were fighting the fire with miniature fire-extinguishers while keeping their heads down to protect them from incoming fire that managed to penetrate the glass. Marcus and his men slid into cover by the cockpit.
"Covering fire!" Marcus shouted and the squad fired in the general direction of the incoming enemy fire. The fire in the cockpit was spreading and the roof seemed to have jammed. Lifting his pistol Marcus hammered the glass one, twice... three times and it broke. He reached into the cockpit and dragged out the pilot, Adlinea, the started to try and smash the co-pilot window.
And still the fire was spreading. The man was alight now, his fire resistant flight suit smoldering, it's hood drawn close over his head. One of the grenadier started to hammer the glass as well but each blow just bounced off. "What the hell do they make this stuff out of?!" The grenadier cursed as he tried harder. The co-pilot had started to scream as flames engulfed his body. The glass warped and melted in the heat until it was impossible to hammer many more.
Marcus shot into the cabin, putting the poor man out of his misery.
"We've got to get out of here!" Shouted one of the grenadiers, shortly before a round clipped him in the shoulder.
By luck one of the chimera's rolled up into the square on patrol unleashing it's heavy bolter into the enemy fire potions bringing a quick halt to the fire fight. Marcus helped a grenadier carry the unconscious pilot into the transport. Commander Zhakov was not going to be pleased...
The journey back to base camp was quiet. The task force had lost several men today, and no matter how Marcus thought about it, the whole ambush had been arranged for him.
Someone out there wanted him dead more than most people did...
Ooc: there, all lose ends tied up I may do the odd development post if the event takes a long time but nothing that should screw up your plans Darko.
Warklaw managed to make the remainder of his mouth follow the same gesture as Gorskar's in a big tusked smile. The hatch closed again and the dread that was now Warklaw stood up to its full height. The dreads around Warklaw also came to attention (as much as an ork can)
"Deyz around ere dun you worry, listen fer all da racket and youz boyz will find em, deyz lots of em, you tink dey did dis ta me cauze I ain't ard enough?" Warklaw growled. "Da humiez ain't playin around, dis hulk is portant to em so dey pulled out all da stops; big tanks, speh mahreens, dem umie wierdboyz, methinks dey even saw one of dem humie witch unters, lots ov fun fer da boff of us! So wotdya say Gorksar? Youz boys wanna show dem da powah ov Gork an Mork?"
At the mention of the two orky gods there was a metallic "WAAAAGH!" that came from his assemebled dreads.
Gorskar nodded, and gave a toothy grin.
"You wanna team up? You gots it."
He motioned to one of his Meganobz.
"Get Skargrim on da line, tell 'im to send da next wave in. Dere's 'umies t' kill!"
The Meganobz roared too, a full-throated Waaagh! issuing from them. They weren't going to be outdone, not when the Warlord himself had hand-picked them for his personal mob.
Gorskar's gaze returned once more to the old shoulder plate, and visions of battle and conquest once more danced in front of his eyes. Yes, things had definitely become interesting. The only real downside was that Wurrdakka would probably demand to test his latest new-fangled kans, something Gorskar resigned himself to. Who knew? His designs might actually prove to be the miracles he kept claiming.
Character name: Demogorgon (original name...unknown.) Character age: ? (all that can lend aid to his possible age is the fact that he has known his friend and ally: Marduk the Inheritor for thousands of years, they most likely met during the heresy.) Character race: humane/chaos space marine/terminator lord Character profession:Night lord warband leader Character personality: Darkly humorous, cold, calculating. Character appearance:like moat marines he is bald and immense. with a powerful but lithe build. he wears the skulls of his most vaunted enimies on a belt on his waist and their prized weapons adorn his quarters upon his (now fused to the hulk) ship heart of darkness Character height: 12 feet tall Character equipment: Terminator armor, chaotic rosarius,(daemon possessed powersword), or chainsword, storm shield, storm bolter(with bayonet), power/chainfist combo (the kind with the spiky fingers) Character bio/background story: aside from the fact that he and his warband have been stranded on the hulk for 50 years now and among some denizens among it ar a horrifying legend, coming to kill and murder then to drag the survivors off fro who knows what.
(all that is known o his motives is that he wishes to forward his insidious plans of daemon princehood)
much that is known of the terminator lord Demogorgon and his 'midnight host' was lost in the sands of time. what is known however is that he served as a captain under konrad kurz himself during the heresy also being the fact that the marnes under his command all bear then names of great daemons. and that he has forged himself a warband three hundred and fifteen warriors strong, a position of power many aspiring champions only dream of...
major NPC's.
Orcus: Demogorgon's second and commander of the 150 tactiacal marines
Pazuzu: commander of the 50 chaos raptors.
Baphomet:commands the 50 chaos havocs
Yeenoghu :commands the 30 chaos terminators
Dagon: commands the 10 chaos dreadnoughts
Vulcarik: commands the five dark mechanicus
Kardum: (beta-level psyker) commands the five chaos sorcerers
Hell sister Sheila Malacanthet: (consort of Demogorgon) commands 4 corrupted sisters of battle
-vox- 'This is Samuel Galgotah. Requesting immediate assistence. The 5 of us cant get that Night Lord's down singlehandedly. Can you hear me?'
'Affirmative. Sending in reinforcements. Hold your position.'
'Awaiting reinforcements.' - end vox-
Samuel looked around him. No enemies nearby. Only he and the other 4 paladins.
'Sir' one of them asked. 'Who are we looking for exactly?'
'That Night Lord Warband Leader, Demogorgon. He has terrorised this long enough.'
-vox- 'How long till the reinforcements arrive?'
'10 minutes. Hold your lines. Were coming. Expect 10 terminators, a psyker, 15 purifiers, 5 paladins, a dreadnought, dreadknight and 20 Grey Knights.' - end vox-
"My lord the Auspexes detects something." Said one of the Brother-templars.
"But we were just here before?" Replied Feris
"It is the khorne Cultists i will crush them." Said the dreadnought in anger.
Feris looked around the corner and saw it was Cultists the mighty dreadnought stormed at the Cultists. They leaped for their weapons and fire at the holy hull the dreadnought just lifted his flamer and fired. Only 2 Cultists were left so the dreadnought grabbed them with his power claws and crushed them.
"Your a weak warriors Cultists." The dreadnought said then a deep laugh came out.
-vox- 'This is Samuel Galgotah again. How long till reinforcements?'
'5 Minutes. Hows your situation?'
'Calm.'
'Fine. Were coming in.'
-end vox-
-vox-
'Can you hear me?'
' Yes sir.'
'Good. Have your reinforcements arrived?'
'No, they havent.. or, wait! Yes, they are incoming. Lovely group. Thanks for reinforcements. Now, lets find that Night Lords.'
-end vox-
The Large black Thunderhawks landed in the near by hanger. Feris went to go greet the new Castellan. First the Castellan left the thunderhawks and then Reclusiarch Riles and then the rest of the troops.
"Welcome to the fight brothers be ready for anything." Said Feris.
"Im glad we are fighting togther Marshal." Replied Leman
'Whats your situation? Were here to help you out.' Vern laughed. Always nice to meet some other Black Templars.
Vern already had the blessing of the reclusiarch that came with him, so he didnt need antoher.
Suddenly, something else approached with him out of the Tunderhawk. Leman Vern smiled.
'Surprise.' he said to his Marshal. Out of the ship came a squad of sword brethren.
Feris ignored the Castellan because he was still being blessed. After it was finish Feris removed his helmet which was very rare and smiled that was even rarer.
"I thank you brother. The situation is chaos is crawling all over this ship, necrons are here,so are tau and orks and eldar but these eldar are different they care for the imperium. I am not allied with them brother so dont say im a traitor. The imperial guard are here. I am seeking a chaos night lord he killed a great friend and ally." Feris told Leman.
Leman Vern still wondered why there were Night Lords on this ship, and why they were so much interested in this ship. There wasnt something special to do with this ship? It also seemed strange that the Eldar were allied with the Imperium. What did those Xenos want with this ship? And chaos? Nothing was sure. He only knew one thing that could be sure: this ship is special..
((OOC: Sorry bout the short post, have stuff to do.))
"Erebus spoke of him, an oracle of sorts. I take it that he is here then." Erebus felt like a fool speaking to shadows. The darkness irked him. He new the Nostraman born could see as if it were day. Not to mention the sheer number of them, they had the advantage completely. "Your numbers have swollen since last I saw"
'Now, brother,' Leman Vern said, 'where is Chaos. I feel them. We all do.'
Vern looked behind him. There was an army anxious for action there.
'The ship must be purged from all of them. And we aren’t here to just talk, my brother.' Said Brother Leman.
“You will spill the traitors blood brother we all will just wait we will find them.” Replied Feris knowing chaos would find them.
The large force of templars marched down the corridors ready to battle. Feris’s warriors were more experienced in fighting chaos because his weapons were lightning claws, power weapons and chainswords. Leman’s brothers were better fighting xenos because their weapons were ranged heavy bolters, plasma guns and flamers. Feris was thinking to himself about the elder why they were here, where is the farseer and why did he save that female elder.
“Brother are you ok?” Asked Leman
“Yes I am Brother Why do you ask” Replied Feris
“I like to make sure all brothers are to the best of their ability.” Said Leman letting out a smile.
“You don’t have to worry about that.” Replied Feris
As they finished the conversation a large group of khorne berserkers burst from the bulky door Yelling “BLOOD FOR BLOOD GOD AND SKULLS FOR THE SKULL THRONE” Yelled all the berserkers.
“BURN HERETICS. FLAMERS FRONT NOW!” Yelled Feris. The Brothers with flamers ran to the front of the group and fired their holy flames the berserkers of khorne screamed like Bhargesi as they were purged from the universe.
Demogorgon glanced at the world bearer. "yes, they have." "how?" asked the inheritor "my quest has hundreds flocking to my call. and yes, the Soul Hunter will arrive soon." sensing the world bearer's irritation at the pitch blackness Demogorgon ordered his servitors to turn on the Heart of Darkness's lights.
Marduk's eyebrows rose. "Talos is Coming here?"
"yes" replied the Night Lord "as well as the fact that the rest of my warband, which was on loan to The Exalted, they should be coming in on the Covenant of Blood in one days time."
Marduk frowned "wouldn't that endanger them?"
"No the Covenant of Blood is staying far out of the way of the weakling imperium's ships, they are coming through the warpgate"
"I see now." Mutterd Marduk, obveisly more at home with the lights and torches at a standard level. "how goes your quest?"
Demogorgon grimaced slightly at this. "it has ground to a halt. fifty years on this hulk and it has ground to a halt."
"So you have not yet discovered it?" queried the world bearer.
"All I know is that what I seek is somwhere on this hulk...and I think that the ulthwe farseer has somthing to do with it."
Leman Vern shot the Khorne Berzerkers with ease. All around him were the heretics being cleansed. This was his first battle at the hulk.
He cursed the traitors, and ran into melee. All around him Black Templars did the same. The fight was in the favor of the Black Templars, as they had the numbers.
However, the Khorne Berzerkers werent out of oppertunities. They managed to kill some of the Black Templars, before they were all killed.
'A well fought battle, brother Feris' He said, before heightening his power sword and pushing the weapon in the chest of a Berzerker.
Fact was he didn't even understand half what was going anymore... first of all he gets posted to that warp blasted ball of ice in honour of the ancient pact, which was obviously a mistake by one of the House Elders. Could they not realise his true potential? He was certain that at least he would be given a posting on one of the House's Rogue Traders if not a bonded courier!
It was so unfair. The "entertainments" offered at the Fang ranged between barbaric to crude. Even the fething food and drink would not be suitable for consumption by a 3rd rate sanitization servitor!!!
...and now this! just as he had come to terms with this cruel twist of fate (and managed to secure permanent quarters in the House Belisarius Orbital Station) he gets summarily summoned to that Great Savages lair and ordered, yes ORDERED to put himself as well as all house assets available in the Fenris system at the disposal of the most decrepit, louse-ridden, yellow toothed relic he had ever laid eyes on!!
It could almost not bear to imagined, but on top of it all he could not even blink his pineal eye it was swollen, burnt and he had never had to endure such headaches in his life before... The Savage blazed like a sun!!! Even with his normal sight he imagined he could see tendrils of eldritch force weave around him.
He steeled himself and looked up. Trying to the best of his ability to maintain the polite smile on his lips and not to let his hand tremble as he looked across the Boardroom table at just the person he did not want to see...
Sigurd "storm crow"... Lucius suppressed a shudder.
Right now the Rune Priest was dodderingly demolishing the better part of a haunch of what looked like barely cooked Elk... there where streams of blood and gravy dribbling down his chin, soaking his wispy beard... the sight was enough to make an Ogryne retch... and that was without the sound effects.
He carefully attempted a sip of the faintly Narcotic elixir he had procured at great personal cost while watching what was in effect the cost of a minor star system’s net wealth of fine Narc-wine being poured more or less into the Savage's maw...
The sound of something shattering and what a barely human roar filled the ships corridors from the crew mess…
He closed his eyes and tried to not scream in frustration. That was the 3rd brawl since boarding barely 8 hours ago…
It was going to be a long voyage. He smiled. At least in the secure Pilots Chair he would be spared having to watch as these beasts destroyed his fine mono monocular glassware…
I just started rping by encountering the Eldar farseer woops
Either tone your character down to an acceptable level or create a new one. :Thumbsup:
