hi there, after reading some other RPG's, I was wondering if any would b interested in a Necromunda roleplay. It all takes place in a medium sized settlement called Bloodshot town, somewhere in the underhive. players take control of 1 named character belonging to any of he necromunda houses. ( Esher, Orlock, Goliath, Delaque, Van Saar and Cawdor) you can also be a ratskin, bounty hunter or underhive scum. participants should post an enrty like this one:

Name: Soric Ghast
age: 22
house: Delaque
rank: ganger
appearance: Bald, pale, slightly muscled, (see my avatar)
starting equipment: Knife, autopistol.
Bio: starting as a youngster rolling with a Delaque gang called the Crooked Vultures, Soric chose the life of ganger rather than work himself to death in one of the smelteries.after running with the vultures for an odd 3 years, he's now seen as a normal ganger, an ordinary street thug. After all these years he's still rolling with the Crooked Vultures.
Speciality: gunslinging

characters shouldn't get weapons like power sword in the beginning of the roleplay, they should get better weapons over time. Also, some blokes need to be gangleaders. I don't wanna be 1. The 1st roleplayers who want to join they're chosen house can be a gang leader.

hope you all wanna join.

Could i be a kroot

oke that's fine, maybe there are other players who want to be kroot, and then you can be the clan leader.

just post your entry here and you could be anyone you like Ghosty. Including Kroot.

Righty Ho's.

Name: A'rk 'one eye'
Age: 13
House: .....Kroot?
Rank: Hunting party leader
Appearance: A tall, and heavily mutated species of kroot, who has dreadlocks, teeth, and large musclulature.
Starting Equipment: 2x Swords, Shotgun ( kapow)
Bio: A'rk got in a fight with an unclassified creature in the bottom of the hive. After consuming his kills flesh, he began to undergo massive changes to his system. Quickly taking command, this relatively young leader has led his hunting party to Bloodshot town, to find work.

looking good Ghosty. Now we need more participants before we begin.

This sounds fun. We need MORE!

I'll join, though I've never played one of these RPGs before, so I may need some help. Can I be a kroot? They're cool and I don't want to be a leader.

Also, is it ok that I can only come on in the evenings?

Thanks,
Grimm

Hehe, i'll help

fill in the roster, you can be in my gang ^_^

Yep. I'll have it done in the next few minutes. I'm currently watching Dr Who on TV so I'll wait until that finshes and then I'll get it written up. Can I be the Heavy? If yes, what weapons? Heavy Stubber or Bolter Maybe?

Name: Varnak
Age: 52
House: Kroot
Rank: Heavy
Appearance: A Big, Burly, Muscular Kroot. Varnak is larger than most of the Kroot in his Kindred. This is because he has a hsitory in fighting orks (Explained Later). Over time, Varnak's skin changed to the grey of the other Necromunda Kroot, though it still has a greenish tint. He also has long quills coming from the back of his head.
Starting Equipment: Heavy Stubber, Antique Crossbow
Bio: Varnak was once a member of a Kroot Kindred from far across the stars. These had a history in figting orks, which made them large and aggresive. Vernak was exiled after he killed a member of the Shaper council. He quickly fled the planet with his companion, Sek, a Kroot bird. He arrived on Necromunda, and eventually found the other Kroot working there. He was always treated as an outcast, so when A'rk tried to take over, Varnak immediatly followed his cause.

Edit
I've changed it a bit because I thought my Bio was a bit lacking. I've also exchanged my Shotgun for a Crossbow, because I think it's quite fluffy.

I'd like to join as well but I too have never played one of these RPG games. If someone could PM me the rules (if there are any) or show me a link I'll be very grateful.

Anyway, onwards.

Name: Erad Tinper
Age: 34
Rank: Ganger
House: a bit of a loner but has always agreed with house Cawdors religious ways.
Appearance: red-faced, unkempt hair, a single eye and a large scar across his face.
Starting Equipment: "Not quite" long shot lasgun and a vest of tattered, burned, bullet-riddled, slightly chewed flak armour
Bio: Erad was conscripted into the imperial guard when he was 18. He spent most of his life fighting until four years ago when he lost an eye, not to an enemy, but in a drunken fight with an officer. He was sentenced to be shot for hitting a superior officer but escaped with his war worn flak armour and a battered lasgun. He has spent the last 3 years running from both the army and the enemies of the emperor killing his fair share of both during that time. Fate has dictated that he ends back up where he began, in a pub with a tab as big as a Baneblade and a gambling debt as high as the stakes he plays. In the guard he was considered a good shot, drink hasn't quite helped the skill but he remains a decent shooter.
Despite his outlawed existance he still wished to help civillians when he sees them in trouble.He oftern explains it nothing but a refelx from when he was in the guard but maybe it is something more...
Skill: Marksman

This is gonna be Kool!

As for colourings, id say maybe a mottled grey with a cream underbelly? And for genetic properties (mines already a whacked out mutant) i'd say living in the underhive eating malnutritioned gangers will have left its mark, so probably we would have less muscle mass? Ofc, its not really a problem, as Kroot are naturally strong, but, we arent able to rip our way through power armour with our bare hands anymore...

As for other mutations in the stock, the quills have changed in certain species into more tentacle like dreadlocks. This is a recessive genetic trait, so normal quills will occur just as much.

I'd also say that cos Kroot are very tribalesque, and with a hint of american indian, we might be good with the ratskin population?

Oh, and im still the youngest. Yay!

Are we meant to use are real ages, because I'm not really 52? I'm 14. I just thought it was a good age for a grizzled Kroot Veteran.

Anyway, I've edited my character a bit because I thought my Bio was a bit small. I hope it's ok.

oh it's oke, you do not have to use your real age. .And i think I'll be a kroot too. Just to make things simple.

Name: Bokar
age: 39
House: kroot
rank: Tracker
appearance: dark green skinned. Blue tribal markings. Yellow armor platings on left shoulder. Dreadlocks.
Starting equipment: kroot rifle and scimitar
Bio: only just joined the kroot gang after he was banished to necromunda by his elders. For what, he would not speak about. He is very traditional, favoring the traditional weapons of the kroot above the weapons of mankind others would carry with them. Bokar is a good shot and a good fighter. He refuses to eat anything what changes his DNA.
skill: stealth, swordsmanship

so this is my new entry, I'm not soric ghast anymore.

oh crap I just realized, Kroot don't speak like humans. They have their own language of clicking and slithering sounds.......

Maybe we've eaten so much human, that out genes have changed to allow human speech. I'm sure I've read somewhere that it's possible.

Also , according to Lexicanum, a Kroot named Gorok managed to talk with Ciaphus Cain, so I think it'll be ok if we can talk with the Necromundians.

On another note, we need more humies. So far we only have one.

oke that makes sense.
we need more people that's true but lets wait for another 3 days or so. More people will show up.

Im not using my real age

Im just glad my character's the youngest. That way he can be naive

Kroot fluff specifies that they have an incredibly advanced understanding of languages, and can learn new ones ver. fast.

that is, until me and grimm, the older and more experienced kroot, plan an uprising, and dethrone the young kroot clan leader A'rk

Ahh you just try that boyo, i got a couple of suprises up my metephorical sleeve. Plus, Grimm is loyal to me

"a few tricks" ey? hmmmmm..... might that be a pet genestealer?
(oh and I am loyal to you too, just joking around.)

hehehe.....

*stares accusingly*

I'm curious how this RPG will end up.

Yeah, I'm loyal. Whether Little Sek is or not is another question. Crazy Little bird.

I'm also wandering how this'll work. What do we actually have to do?

We should keep an eye on Sek. Dangerous little fellow...... murders will happen, believe me.

it just starts when someone post a story or begins a conversation and the rest of us play along.

I'm wandering, since there isn't too much interest in human characters, we should base this mainly about Kroot in the underhives of Necromunda. Just a thought though. It's up to you Scrazza, it's your thread.

I was thinking the same, but we have to keep Wizard12 in mind, he's still human.

Yeah, I remembered that too. Maybe he could be ditched from his gang at some point so he decides to join the Kroot.

When are we going to start, by the way?

when we have around 8-10 members. And if we don't make that quota we start in 3 days

Sounds good to me, so come on guys and sign up. It'll be fun and we need more players.

I second that.

hmmmmmmmmm, still no new entries...... Meh

Name: Dunklhase
age: 22
house: Chaos Cult(Khorne)
rank: Cultist
appearance: Short hair,pale,black hair.
starting equipment: Sword,Lasgun
Bio: Born in the underhive,he was exposed to the cult at an early age,and he has been in it ever since.The cult leaders have cared for him ever since.he has been in the cut since he was 8.
Speciality: Close Combat

Name: Elric
age: 32
house: Escher
rank: Bounty Hunter
appearance: Shoulder length brown hair, dark blue eyes, thick stubble.
starting equipment: Pump action shotgun, auto pistol
Bio: Born in Gunmetal City on Scintilla. Holds a working relationship with the Hierarchy of House Escher.
Has a network of contacts within the Upper Hives.
Speciality: Intelligence and Mechanics.

Is that a boy or a girl?

It's jsut escher is infamous for its girls, but at the same time, theres the thick stubble. Overly manly girl, or man?

Its a dude, just one that works with Escher. He will be on your side though, Malleus worse than Xenos after all.

Noice.

Hmm, i wonder if we have enough players?

Wait I want to invite one if thats ok?

Not my rp :p

But its not as if scrazza will say no, so invite away

Ok I don't think Golden Scout comin'...

whut a slut

Good to see more players. I thought this thread had died. How long till we're ready to start?

I wouldn't know, wheres scrazza when you need him?

The rat nosed Delaque better be ready to have his ass handed to him tho

jk.

I'll chuck him a PM, incase he's forgotten about said thread.

I haven't forgotten about it, we are ready to start just not imediatly, because in Belgium it's now around 11 in the evening. the day aftr tommorow is official begin date.

(sorry for the waiting

Grumbles

itching to begin though.

can't really decide who I will be. Soric Hgast or Bokar the kroot. will decide the day after tomorow

I would say the Kroot guy, because if you go to Eatatau.com Kroot always wins. :

Ahh but if he's the kroot, then there'll be more Kroot players than humans, which seems off. I dunno, i'd be the delaque if i were him

Yay. My internet doesn't hate you any more, scrazza


Name: Leo Wraith
Age: 24
House: N/A
Rank: Freelance (if that's OK)
Appearance: 6 foot 3, well-built, long dark hair.
Equipment: Long knife/blade, Laspistol, Autogun
Bio: Not originally from Necromunda. Managed to get in, as he was on the run from Arbites on another planet. Managed to reach the underhive, and then he found a bar..
Speciality: Smuggling, killing, survival skills. Has had his fair share of fighting, due to his old life of crime on the other planet. Who's to say that's stopped?

TIME FOR SOME DAKKA!

But Kroot are awesome...
for xenos anyway...

I know, but i think if three out of the five(?) players were kroot....it'd be unbalanced.

If scrazza really wants to be Kroot, i'll bow out, and be something else.

Woah slow down. I prefer the young crazy Kroot character.

Hmm.. might just change my character to a rouge chaos marine.. ! Nah.. I'd wtfpwn the entire hive..

But might dabble in that chaos cultist business! -thinks-

Yes, I may well change my character. I really didn't think this through . All that zombie lark..

I just wanted to say that I'm away this weekend, as I'm going to Glastonbury festival, as it's just down the road from me. I still want to play, but maybe I could come in late, or get injured really early on?

I don't think we'll be started by then; people are too busy with RL. I know I am. So IMO, at the earliest, it should be the weekend. It's all cool

Name: Leo Wraith
Age: 24
House: N/A
Rank: Freelance (if that's OK)
Appearance: 6 foot 3, well-built, long dark hair.
Equipment: Long knife/blade, Laspistol, Autogun
Bio: Not originally from Necromunda. Managed to get in, as he was on the run from Arbites on another planet. Managed to reach the underhive, and then he found a bar..
Speciality: Smuggling, killing, survival skills. Has had his fair share of fighting, due to his old life of crime on the other planet. Who's to say that's stopped?


Name: Leo Wraith
Age: 24
House: ex-orlock
Rank: Cultist
Appearance: 6 foot 3, well-built, long dark hair, hooded robe that hides his eyes, and is a very deep dark blue, with a gold trim.
Equipment: equivilant of a current day hunting knife, Autopistol
Bio: Started life bad - family was killed in crossfire during a gang battle, and he lived like a tramp, barely managing to survive. But he had something that noone knew about, not even him: he was a psyker - his mental abilities were as of then undeveloped and unrealized. One day, the date being the 9th day of the 9th month of 999.M41, he was approached by hooded figures in deep blue robes that had gold trimming - and he was taken. In the days that followed, he was given a place to live, food and everything he needed to survive. But soon after, the eight figures introduced him to their real purpose - they were worshippers of the Changer of Ways - Tzeentch, god of chaos. At first he didn't believe him, but then he heard the whispers - he was almost driven insane - until the other cultists tought him to not just hear the voices, but to listen. When he finally learned to control them, he soon became aware of his latent abilities, but almost lost control. The Cult magi taught him how to control these too, and he was accepted into the Cult of Destiny soon after in a ritual ceremony.
Ability/skill: Weak psyker (for now!), inexperienced combatant.

Agh, decision making time! Personally, I'm beginning to like this

A blood crazed mutant coalition... I LIKE!

I'll let you be the kroot Ghosty. I'll be the Delaque just to balance things. Welcome Darvoid

Y'know, we don't all necessarily have to be in gangs (despite the thread name) IMO.

Tbh, I don't actually see a real plot in this RP yet, with the exception of gang fights gang gang A wins gang B comes back and gang B wins.

Maybe someone should be a DM? Or did you already have a general plot idea in mind?

A blood crazed mutant coalition... I LIKE!

Blood crazed mutant coalition?! If ye be referring to my cultist, there's none of that. Unless Tzeentch wills it to be so..

well i guess I have to sacrifice my character to be DM them.

Scrazza wrote:well i guess I have to sacrifice my character to be DM them.

You shall be missed. In other news, ALL FEAR THE DM! FOR HIS WRATH SMITES ALL THAT ARE..erm..LOOKING AT HIM FUNNY!

Only a sorceror could tell if he was looking at him funny. Lowly cultist.

Yay start today maybe!

oke, big question, How to begin?

Well, my internet hates you again.. it's completely messed up this page.. ah well, can still see stuff. Not particularly easy to find the "post boxes" but oh well.


Now, for "how to begin", you should just make a large "in-character" post, but without it being from the point of view of any character, and just generally describe the area, the people, y'know, an intro. Then we can all get started.

ah oke. I'll think about it and then this evening I'll post the intro this evening.(sorry, I haven't got much experience with roleplays.)

oke 1st attempt at an intro.

Gerek The Brave. That was how they called him. A Ratskin from the Heroin Family. Enforcers were tired of the Ratskins troubleshooting. An enforcer patrol followed 1 of the rastkins back to their settlement after he was done harvesting spores. Then the 1st shots rang out. He and several other fled. The rest of his family group decided to stay and fight to protect their grounds. He would live in shame. All because he fled. He didn't know if anyone else of his family made it, he was on the run. He knew he had an enforcer patrol at his heels. Gerek dove behind an iron bench, watching for for enforcers. 10 seconds later 5 enforcers ran from behind the corner. Gerek took his Autogun from his back and fired 2 potshots at h them. All of his shots went wild. He cursed himself for going to the bar this day. He was very drunk. He got back up and ran towards a small alley. He dove inside an open door. It worked. The enforcers ran past him. He was safe, for a while. He was standing in a large open space. He saw tents. Dead rodents hung from ropes attached to the tents.
"Ratskins? They would surly accept him in their family."
He walked closer towards the tent. he saw movement at his right. He saw a tall slender alien leaving his tent. He was carrying a ornate crossbow.
"Kroot! I've walked straight into a kroot settlement!."
He rather would have died of a bolter round through his head than to be eaten alive by these cannibals. He turned quickly, running back towards the door where he came from. But 3 steps in front of the door, another Kroot jumped down from the balcony higher up. He knew he had nowhere to run now. He lay his autogun beside him on the ground and kneeled, looking up at the kroot's slender, dreadlocked head. He accepted his death, he was at the mercy of these aliens....................

Hey never played necromunda, and im new to all this, but with a bit of guidance can I join in?

Need to ask Scrazza.

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Elric stalked quietly after that, a blood curdling scream had ripped through his normal grounds of employment, the back streets of Bloodshot.
A pretty normal occurence in the shady alleyways of the underhive settlement, but what followed it was what made him unholster his shotgun.
The next scream wasn't human, and it certainly wasn't friendly. The Ratskins, the Orlocks and the Van Saar negotiators had each told him of the rumours.
Something had been picking off gangers, well two somethings. One lot of dead gangers had been found badly mutilated and with a limb or two missing.
The other was far worse off. Red marks against the wall, blackened skeletons and shredded flesh.
None of Escher had been taken yet, but soon he would be back hunting again. He smelt death, and death had been a kind mistress to him.

MenOfTanith, sure you could join. just take a look in the pdf files gw provides. (the rules for necromunda). They can be found on the gw site at specialist games. Scroll down until you find the fluff of the 6 houses.

A'rk squatted on his haunches, his long slender tongue licking out from between his teeth, tasting the pheromones in the air. He could smell fear, and panic. It appeared that the man he had jsut brought down was frightened of him.

"Listen good. You betray us to tha Arbites. We had good deal. You got scared. We don' like that. Now you die, see?"
the Kroot said slowly, each word pronounced with deliberation.

The man shuddered with terror, an 8ft xenos was next to him, and it was toying with his emotions.

A'rk slowly drew his swords. They were brutal, and there was no finesse about them. They were designed just to chop, and hack, and tear.

"P-please.." stammered the man, sweat beading on his forhead.

The kroot grinned a savage smile, all teeth, and brought the blades down on the man's arms. They came off in a fountain of blood. He screamed.

"We leave you here, yes? make example. No-one mess with us, yes?"

The armless human screamed on, blood pooling around his shoulders, where the flesh was torn.

A'rk picked up one of the arms, and lazily nibbled on the fingers, much to the humans horror. The other limb was chucked to a nearby Hound, which tore at it ravenously.

"See you round." A'rk crowed, as he wandered into the gloom of the underhive.

I'll be the Enforcers in general. I think that would be good for a DM.

Meanwhile In the enforcer garrison of district 36.

Sergeant Soric Ghast (I Know) coordinated the last raid on Ratskin territory. It had taken him the better of 2 and a half months just to track them down. So far, all the raids went successful. Maximum casualties on the ratskins, and minimum casualties on the enforcers. The only real wounded was Kort Alberique. He tripped over a dead ratskin, falling on and breaking his nose.
"typical for Kort. " Ghast thought.
"he'll kill himself with his own nose trimmer one day."
Alheric, came rushing into the command room. Alheric was Ghast's aide.
"Sir." Alheric greeted with a curt nod. " reports came in." "some ratskins made it out of the target zones."
"Feth!" Now it'll take much more longer than planed. Do you know how long we'll need to track them down!?" Soric raged.
"should I order the men to track them?" Alheric asked.
"No, order them back after the last raid. They proved their worth today. dismissed"
"thank you sir" Alheric greeted the sergeant with a curt nod before heading for his cot.
"oh, and send for a doctor for Kort." Ghast yelled behind his back.
"what did he do now?" Alheric asked sarcastically.
"the same as always. He is clumsy."
" I think I have to send him on an early retirement."

I'm back, and if anyone's interested, Glasto was awsome.


Varnak sat up abruptly, before falling back down onto his wooden bed with a hiss of agony. He turned his head and looked at his new bionic arm. Damn Gangers, he thought to himself, no more meat for him for a while. He sat up again, though more, slowly this time. There was still a lot of pain, but Varnak could handle it. He'd had some far more horrific injuries in his time.

He looked around his small shack, and saw something moving in the corner of his room. He smiled, which is something he'd never been anle to do before he came here, as he realised what it was. Sek, his Kroot Bird, ran to his side clumsily, with a huge rat in his mouth. Varnak tore off a piece of meat, and swallowed it down his throat without chewing. It was discusting, but it satisfied his hunger for now, though he needed more. It was time for a hunt. Pulling his crossbow from underneath his bed, he left the shack, with Sek close behind.


How was that?

It was fine, Grimm.

Anyway.. I should probably post soon.. but I've got so much homework and [late] projects for school..ugh.

Hopefully I'll be able to post this weekend .

Elric sat down at the table outside the bar in the main street of Bloodshot. He faced Lizzi, his normal contact within House Escher.
Her bright green hair hung long in a fringe that divided her face. A single stud pierced her nose, and she was unusually irritated.
"I got your vox Liz, what's up in crazy town?"
Lizzi bit her lip. "My head on a pike if you can't keep it down!"
"Sorry."
"About two hour back we lost the life signal on one of our serf recruiters in the Ratskins. Now that's not the problem, what he was carrying is."
She removed a data-slate from her satchel and handed it to him. "New illegal stubber designs. Probably xenos maybe even heretical. We can't
let the scum of Orlock and Goliath get their hands on them or it would create a lot of ... personnel problems for us."
"It wasn't on the body?"
"He was found on Unok Street, both arms missing. Plans were gone."
"I'll do it. Only 50 creds." Lizzi gaped at him.
"Friendly discount and a hope of ... repeat service usage." He winked at her and got up, walking down the nearest alleyway, heading north.

The hooded figure turned slowly, hidden by the shadows, as his target walked past in a hurry. After a few seconds, Leo Wraith quietly began to follow.

Too late. Elric sighed. There were too many enforcers at the scene, he couldn't get anywhere near the site.
He would have to wait, so where better than a block or two down the road? He walked quietly down the alleyway, then turned a corner.
This particular alley was damper than the others, a good sign of local superstition about th place.
He turned down another corner and was surprised by what he saw. A skin tent, and a camp fire with some form of odent cooking on the spit.
He sat down the shadows beside it, watching fo the occupant to come out of the tent.
He heard a clicking noise behind him, and a strange looking bird landed on his shoulder. He jumped back in surprise.
He looked at the bird, who was watching him intently. Then the bird nuzzled against his jacket, squaking happily.
Elric froze as he felt a blade tap agaist his chin. "Sek likes you, that may spare your life."

Varnak hissed as he started to search the mans pockets. It was mostly junk, though there was a small amount of money. 'Could be usefull later,' thought Varnak to himself as he slipped it into his pouch. He smiled contently.

Suddenly, there was a loud bang and a shout behind the pair. Arbites. Varnak kicked his captive across the floor to cover, while at the same time firing of a shot single handed from his crossbow and pulling his heavy stubber off his back. He grinned when he saw one of his enemies fall to the floor with a bolt through his eye-slit.

Varnak dropped to the floor to evade the rain of shotgun pellets flying over his head. He watched as his captive started to return fire. He had an ally, for now. The Kroot stood back up again and shot blasts of fire at the enforcers, but not to a lot of effect. There must have been dozens of them. Varnak wondered why.

It was time for a quick escape. He hissed at the human, before turning and crawling down a damaged ventalation shaft. His captive must of got the message, for the Kroot heard the clattering sound of movement behind him.

2 patrol teams under command of Sergeant Ghast patroled the area around the campsite of the Ratskins. If the reports on surviving ratskins were true, they wouldn't be far off the campsite. when enforcer Falkirk smelled the stink of ratskins and the like, Soric knew they had to be there. the went to a narrow alley. The same where Kort Alheric broke his nose. they saw dead rodents hanging out in a doorway. They halted. Soric took a peep thru a hole in the door. Tents, more dead rodents, and an autogun laying in a corner sporting rat skin.
"Kort, ram that door open. They are some ratskins over there. Go in, blast them with your shotgun."
"go!" ordered Soric.
Kort rammed in the door, rushed through the doorway. Soric, Falkirk, Amadad and Barington followed Kort. With the rest of the combat team at their heels. It was an open space, stinking badly.
"Ratskins....." thought Soric.
Soric saw Kort, who was just 1 meter in front of him, falling backwards, a boltlike arrow in his eye.
"Ironic, he breaks his nose the one day, and he dies the other. All at the same place."
Soric wandered if it were ratskins all right. He knew they were barbarians, but crosbows? the he heard gun shots? He snapped back to reality.
"heavy stubber?"
the shots were raking the door. The men who were just about to move in got back into cover. He was alone with Falkirk, Amadad and Barington.
"take cover!" Soric yelled.
all the men dived into cover just in time to protect themselves against the stubber fire. They were alone now, no help was coming through that door. Ghast took a peep over the large cooking pot he was taking cover behind. He saw a taal alien like being firing his stubber. The alien had dreadlocked hair, and a bird or reptilian look. Soric immediately recognized them as kroot. If he was the only kroot here, soric knew their were more to come. like the ratskins they live in family groups.

The fire stopped. Sorec and his men were not convinced of it and stayed a few moments longer in cover. Then Amadad dared to look.
"sir they are escaping thru the ventilation shaft." Amadad informed Soric and the rest.
"Get up, you three, with me."
"Hey all of you get over here, secure Kort's body and search this place."
We are going after them, they are trying to escape thru the vents."

apologies for not being very dedicated to this RP. But hopefully I'll get my internet sorted out so that I can view the pages properly, and then I'll post much more.

Also, it's 'through', not 'thru'

Death had not betrayed him after all, sweet mistress that she was. He fired his shotgun over the kroot's head, but he didn't know why he was firing at the enforcers.
That was weird. He heard a hiss beside him and saw the kroot vanish into one of the vents. Smart move. He followed suit, pausing to leave
a little parting gift - a live mine - behind him. He followed the kroot through the air ducts, hoping he wouldn't end up any deader than he
already was. 'Must remember to thank Lizzi for the surprise next time.' He thought he saw daylight in the space up ahead.

Soric and the rest followed them into the vents. It was dark in there, they had to use the photo visors on their helmets. Suddelny Batrington, who had taken point yelled something.
"get back! they mined the area."
"Dammit, it will take ages before they are all dismantled." replied Soric
"should I dismantle them Sir?" asked Fakirk.
"No, leave them. only the gangs use these vents.don't wory, they will dismantle them. Not directly, but they will dismantle them." Soric said witha wide grin on his face.
"back to base, we have earned the rest."

Just a heads up. As of tomorrow I will not be posting for a fortnight as I am away on holiday. South of England very nice.
Anyway, just don't kill me off. I still want to play when I get back. Thanks.

A'rk watched his tribe go about their daily life. They had found a dome down one of the old service tunnels that had been abandoned several years ago. However, the structure was stable, and a large number of nests and huts had been erected in the dark confines. The Kroot leader watched as a pair of youngbloods duked it out in a scrap for supremacy. The idea was sound, Kroot fights Kroot, the winner moves up the pecking order. A'rk smiled and watched a large male attempting to woo V'rakka, who was in season. She however, was playing hard ball, and the frustration was literally fuming off the male.

Sighing to himself, A'rk patted the side of his hound.

"There there. Good Boy. We find grub soon, yes? After humans panic stops."

A youngblood, no more than three years old clambered up to his nest.

"Boss, we gonna go hunting?"

A'rk smiled.

"Think so, yes. Muster the pack, we going to raid the slums in Bloodshot. We be all sneaky though, no firing until they fire at us. Yes? Go then!" he commanded.

Turning back to his perch, A'rk picked his blades up, and fastened them to his back. He then picked a shotgun out from amongst the debris, and flicked off some of the detritus. His hound woke slowly, and yawned.

"We off to hunt, you coming?"

I've nothing to add now but I thought it'd be wise to inform everyone that I won't be posting as much as usual for a little while. I dropped my Laptop and damaged the charger, so I'm going to have to use my iPod for Dakka for a while. (No more Warhammer for me, which is ironic as I was adding things to my cart when I slipped). I will still be around and posting, but less than usual.

Thanks for understanding
Grimm

Unlucky man, hope you get it sorted out soon.

Ok I'm back. I hope the thread isn't dead.

fallen_wolfborn wrote:Ok I'm back. I hope the thread isn't dead.

Kinda, yeah.

I couild revive it........... but....... No. I am already in another RPG sorry. Maybe I revive this later.

Scrazza wrote:I couild revive it........... but....... No. I am already in another RPG sorry. Maybe I revive this later.

That's what I thought with my other two, but it just ain't gonna happen.. trust me, end all your dreams now, everybody.

dude,..... bad

Scrazza can i join i want to do a Necromunda RP if so here i
s my profile

Name: Darius
Age: 34
house:Van Saar
Rank Gang leader
Appearance: Brown hair and eyes tall pale and heavily muscled.
starting Equipment: lasgun and shock maul (stole it from an Arbite )
Bio: born and raised a ganger darius Quickly became a leader and has been sent to bloodshot town to collect protection money and protect his houses assets .
speciality:CC

well you are a bit late, you could ask Darkvoid of 40k to join his RPG Going out with a bang. I am in that one too. We are a little short on players there. Not here, not now maybe later.

Dunkl and his cult were prepairing to assualt the aribite's base...they were right under the sewer grate...they pope up an the arabites were supirsed.
Aribite:Your not supposed to be in here civilian!
Dunkl drops his cloak and displays all of his tatoos of the chaos symbols
Dunkl:no im not....
The cult begans to slotter the arabites.
A:Men fire all we have at them!Bring out stub...*clunk*
A autopistol round hits the arabites head,kkilling him instantly.
D:good brothers!More blood for the blood god!Steal there weapons!Steal there armor!We will control this hive!
Cultists:For the dark gods!

((OOC- well then let's revive this thread.))


Cultists! shouted 1 of the arbites.
they killed 1 of us! shouted another.
how did they get in our base?! shouted yet another.
Lasgun fire was coming from all over. They were at least 30 cultists swarming around the base Soric reckoned.
" shoot them, kill them." ordered Soric.
Soric fired his bolt pistol at the nearest cultists, head exploding in a bloody mist. Soric brought his gun to bear on another, but just as he wanted to shoot, a lasgun hit his carapace. Soric fell on the ground on his back. He steadied his aim and blew off the shoulder of another Cultists. His carapace had saved him.

Soric was in the room with only 3 men now. they only had their pistols. the rest was still elswhere within the compound. Probably arming themselves before coming to their aid.

the others were adding their fire to the onslaught. 3 more cultists went down. But then The cultists retaliated. 2 of his arbites went down. 1 was saved because of his carapace, but the other was hit through an unarmoured body part. He was probably dead. Soric got back up and blew another cultists to a bloody mist.

"BLOOD FOR THE BLOOD GOD!" shouted a cultists. and at this command the cultists grabbed their hand weapons. Crowbars, iron bars, Rusty swords and knives. they were well prepared.

"Fall back, close this room." ordered Soric. It was too late, Soric knew this. The cultists would be on top of them any minute. The cultists reached the downed man first. They chopped him to pieces. Soric could hear his cries. Ghast was left with only Falkirk. they regrouped on each other and went towards the door while the cultists were chopping up their comrade. Both arbites fired their boltpistols untill they were out of ammo. The managed to take down another 3 cultists. with 8 down already, they must be at least another 22 cultists. They only had the ammo clips from their pistols with them. With no Ammo the took their knives. Ready to take some of them with them to dead. The Cultists charged towards them.

But suddenly The door behind them went open. 6 more Arbites went inside. 3 with Riot shields and power mauls and another 3 armed with shotguns taking cover behind their shield bearing comrades. The shotguns opened up, taking a large toll upon the invaders. In such a Small room it was not possible to miss with shotguns.

"Get behind us! shouted an arbites. when they both got behind the shield wall they each got another 2 clips of boltpistol ammo. The shotguns opened up again, taking some more cultists out.

Elric was clambering through the vents, he heard the gunshots going off all around the town. Bloodshot had just gotten a
lot more like its name. He shook his head sadly and hoped that Lizzi had gotten to cover at least. At least the company wasn't
going to kill and eat him at the moment, he thought so at least. Wild shouts could be heard throughout the pipes. The kroot
in front growled, as though seeing something he didn't.

Cultists!we are hear for a raid not a massacare!They overwhelmed the aribites and knocked them out with ease.Dunkl was going to kill the last one but,he had something else in mind.
Dunkl:I wont kill you like i did the rest of your friends.
Soric:then what will you do?
Dunkl:Tell your judge this.No one will be left alive.Except you of course.Cultist,knock him out.
A cultist knocks soric out.
Dunkl:Take all of there weapons and armor,we will need it for the next raids!
All:For the dark gods!
They slip back down the manhole back to there unholy monastary.

er..... How do you plan to win from arbites with power mauls, riot shields and shotguns. You don't kill them 'with ease', not with a rabble of cultists. BTW you can't kill all of them, I have plans for them. The great schemer has plans that is. just fall back and be content with killing 3 arbites. It just isn't possible to eve, come near the Courthouse, but I let you, just for the sake of the story.( With all the automated weapons and all, guards,...

Mkay il edit that,but i mean 40 cultists running around.Okay i fixed it,is that better?

40, oke, That's good.

Scrazza,they got in by goign through a man hole in the building.
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They made there way to the monastary.They were takeing inventory of what the got.
Dunkl:how many casualties?
Cultist:16
Dunkl:What were we able to take?
Cultist:2 bolt pistols,4 shotguns,3 sets of carapce armor,2 riot shields,1 power maul,and alot of ammunition.
Dunkl:Good,good.Set the traps,i think we might get a retaliation.....,also leave the chips in the armor and weapons,i want to loet them know were we are.
Cultist:Yes master.
The cultsits set the traps,land mines,spike pits,and man eating creatures,the rest of them getting ready for a assualt,dunkl thoughtOf that one inforcer.He fought with dertermination.Never the less dunk knew he had to convert him,or kill him.

Oke, I'm not in the mood to RP some more, I am a bit tired. I will continue Tomorrow. anyhow, we will be able to track our stolen equipment back with ease. Arbites equipment have trackers in them. you know? You ever read the Necromunda rulebook and the arbites rulebook?

Yeah i have.

anyhow, I started a new RP here is the link for those wishing to join.


http://www.dakkadakka.com/dakkaforum/posts/list/306806.page

oh so you know about the tracking devices in the Arbites equipment. I don't want to look like an arse who keeps saying he is invincible. all I RP that has something to do with arbites, has 'true' roots.

Yeah i do.

Soric watched as 2 of his men loaded their dead into a truck. 3 good men. Dead. at least we killed 16 of them. They burned the remains of the fallen heretics. Falkirk came to Soric.

"we lost a lot of our equipment Sarge "
I know, gather 10 able bodied men, excluding you and me. that makes 12 of us to burn them out of their hideout. 6 will cary riot shields and mauls. 3 with shotguns with Gupo carrying the heavy stubber. Falkirk you'll take the dog for a walk.

Soric grinned. The mechdog will tear them limb from limb.

Only if they new that there will be a crap load of traps and over 300 cultits liveing there.....

oke so.........EXTERMINATUS!
I'll find a way. They can hardly live in the same house. houses aren't that big. not even in Necromunda. I'll just........ wait.......I'm not sharing my plans with you.

Its a huge monastary.

Its also unerground,liek sewer status.