Yes, I'm throwing my lot into the mess of roleplays that we have. This one has been on my mind for awhile now, so I've decided that I may as well give it a go.

The Tomb Sanguinis, a Space Hulk of ancient origin, has drifted in the warp for over fifteen millenia, and has swollen to the size of a large moon. Amongst the vessels that make it up are crude Ork Kroozers, noble and proud Strike Cruisers of the Adeptus Astartes, a massive and tangled Tyranid Hive Ship - to name just a few. In fact, there are dozens of vessels that are too ancient to even identify. But what is definitely true is that the Tomb Sanguinis is infested with thousands upon thousands of deadly creatures, vile traitors and despicable aliens.

But none of these are the worst features of the Tomb Sanguinis. No, for the true danger of a Space Hulk is its unpredictable nature. It is nigh-impossible to track these terrible behemoths, and even harder to predict where they will emerge. However, it is now that the Warp has decided to release the Tomb Sanguinis once again; and it is headed directy for the Imperial planet of Radia, who nurtures a population of 19 billion within its many, many hives. Imperial forces have already mobilised to try and destroy this doom-laden monstrosity. Assembled is a battlefleet, forces from multiple chapters of Adeptus Astartes and five whole regiments of Imperial Guard. Bombardments from afar have proven ineffective against the armour of the Tomb Sanguinis, so the only option that remains is to send forces aboard to capture, or at the very least, destroy the Tomb Sanguinis - most likely the latter of the two options. Most Imperial forces remain in orbit, but a select few brave units have volunteered for this suicidal and perilous mission.

The question is, which side are you on?

Discussion Thread

I am the GM of this roleplay, however Lord Harrab is my appointed deputy. You can be virtually any race in this game - most Ork, Chaos, Necron, Tyranid, Eldar, Dark Eldar (etc) will be aboard the Space Hulk already, but joining the fight from afar is not out of the question. Imperial forces will be attacking the space hulk.

Just fill out this form for your character:

Character name:
Character age:
Character race:
Character profession:
Character personality:
Character appearance:
Character height:
Character equipment:
Character bio/background story:


ACTIVE CHARACTERS: #17
INACTIVE CHARACTERS: #6
CHARACTER FATALITIES: #5
TOTAL CHARACTERS: #28

CHARACTERS

Character name: Brother Captain Glaudian
Character age: 300 years old
Character race: Imperium/Grey Knights
Character profession: Grey Knight brother Captain
Character personality:Loyal, quick to make descions, Mentally strong
Character appearance:Bald, grey eyes

Character height: 9ft
Character equipment: Temrmintor armour, Nemesis force Halberd, wrist mounted stormbolter,Iron Halo and some pshyic powers
Character bio/background story: Glaudian was born in the Aurelia system on the planet of Cyrene. Just before the exterminatus (* is that spelt right ) the greyknights noticed his potential and recriuted him in to the ranks. He has served the ordo Malleus and Grey Knights for 280 years and has just been promoted to Brother Captain.

Character name: Old Sawbones
Character age: Who knows?
Character race: Necrons
Character profession: Flayed one lord
Character Personality: err...he's scary?
Character appearance: At first glance, similar to an ordinary flayed one-however Old Sawbones stands taller and generally seems mre ancient.
Character height: 9ft
Character equipment: Necrontyr body, Skins of dead enemies (same effect as a Gaze of flame), Phase shifter, fearsome claws, phycaceltry.
Character bio/background story: Old Sawbones is a canker dwelling at the heart of the Tomb Sanguinius, leading his ragtag army of Flayed ones to prey on the myriad other races that infest the Hulk. Those who are not slain by the slashing claws of the undead warriors are dragged screaming into the lowest levels of the craft for purposes none can say. It is possible that Old Sawbones is complety mad, but if he is then that would be the most terrifying revelation of all; for he is also deathless, and is free to exercise his deluded schemes over the Hulk and all in it for the rest of time.

Hmmm, I am reserving a spot on this one. I Don't know wheter I'll join this one or not.

Go on I reckon it will be fun!

Character name: Gaz
Character age:23
Character race: human
Character profession: Rebel heavy weapon trooper
Character personality: quiet, good sense of humor
Character appearance: short spiked brown hair, blue eyes medium build
Character height:6ft 3
Character equipment: kasakrin armor, plasma gun, power axe and a auto gun
Character bio/background story: was serving with the 129th rifles on a previous excursion into the hulk, but the team were captured
presumed dead. they watched as their ship flew off into space not even sending a rescue team. Gaz' squad have fought alongside the
inhabitants ever since helping whomever pays or they think needs the most help.

Character Name: Kaileth
Character Age: Who knows?
Character Race: Eldar
Character Profession: Eldar Death Jester
Character Personalty: As a Death Jester, Kaileth has a morbid sense of humor, often making jokes in the midst of combat. He tends to laugh at the strangest time, especially during combat, a trait that serves to disturb his foes.
Character Appearance: Like all Death Jesters, Kaileth wears the traditional bone white, skeletal armor as the others of his kind. A vox-amplifier in his death's head mask amplifies his laughter, carrying it across the battlefield. A comical black cloak lays about his shoulders, matching his upturned shoes.
Character Height: 6'2
Character Equipment: Shrieker Cannon, Fusion Pistol, Power Sword, Flip Belt, Mask of Fear.
Character Background: Kaileth has been on the Tomb Sanguinus as long as the other inhabitants can remember, a floating specter of death that hunts Chaos worshippers and Dark Eldar with equal relish, chasing them through the winding corridors before ending their lives with his Shrieker Cannon.

Arken Vul'tan01 wrote:Character name: Brother Captain Glaudian
Character age: 300 years old
Character race: Imperium/Grey Knights
Character profession: Grey Knight brother Captain
Character personality:Loyal, quick to make descions, Mentally strong
Character appearance:Bald, grey eyes
Character height: 9ft
Character equipment: Temrmintor armour, Nemesis force Halberd, wrist mounted stormbolter,Iron Halo and some pshyic powers
Character bio/background story: Glaudian was born in the Aurelia system on the planet of Cyrene. Just before the exterminatus (* is that spelt right ) the greyknights noticed his potential and recriuted him in to the ranks. He has served the ordo Malleus and Grey Knights for 280 years and has just been promoted to Brother Captain.

Ahah, I was expecting Grey Knights and all! Welcome aboard.. now where did I leave my Daemons?

Little lord Fauntleroy wrote:Character name: Old Sawbones
Character age: Who knows?
Character race: Necrons
Character profession: Flayed one lord
Character Personality: err...he's scary?
Character appearance: At first glance, similar to an ordinary flayed one-however Old Sawbones stands taller and generally seems mre ancient.
Character height: 9ft
Character equipment: Necrontyr body, Skins of dead enemies (same effect as a Gaze of flamer), Phase shifter, fearsome claws, phycaceltry.
Character bio/background story: Old Sawbones is a canker dwelling at the heart of the Tomb Sanguinius, leading his ragtag army of Flayed ones to prey on the myriad other races that infest the Hulk. Those who are not slain by the slashing claws of the undead warriors are dragged screaming into the lowest levels of the craft for purposes none can say. It is possible that Old Sawbones is complety mad, but if he is then that would be the most terrifying revelation of all; for he is also deathless, and is free to exercise his deluded schemes over the Hulk and all in it for the rest of time.

Welcome aboard, Lil' Lordy. I can't help but think you've read my Necron fandex with what you've got there! I think you mean Phylactery*, more* and Gaze of Death* .

Scrazza wrote:Hmmm, I am reserving a spot on this one. I Don't know wheter I'll join this one or not.

*glares*

You better!

Vulkan_He'stan wrote:Character name: Gaz
Character age: 31
Character race: human
Character profession: Rebel heavy weapon trooper
Character personality: quiet, good sense of humor
Character appearance: short spiked brown hair, blue eyes medium build
Character height:6ft 3
Character equipment: Carapace armor, plasma gun, power axe and a auto gun
Character bio/background story: was serving with the 129th rifles on a previous excursion into the hulk, but the team were captured
presumed dead. they watched as their ship flew off into space not even sending a rescue team. Gaz' squad have fought alongside the
inhabitants ever since helping whomever pays or they think needs the most help.

Edited age a bit, considering a Kasrkin is an elite veteran. Changed Kasrkin armour to the Carapace armour it is. Also, while I understand he's been there awhile, he can't carry all those weapons at the same time. Don't worry, I'm sure he's already established a base somewhere with his men.

Arken Vul'tan01 wrote:Go on I reckon it will be fun!

I hope so . Not to worry, I have plenty of GMing experience under my belt.

Mordoskul wrote:Character Name: Kaileth
Character Age: Who knows?
Character Race: Eldar
Character Profession: Eldar Death Jester
Character Personalty: As a Death Jester, Kaileth has a morbid sense of humor, often making jokes in the midst of combat. He tends to laugh at the strangest time, especially during combat, a trait that serves to disturb his foes.
Character Appearance: Like all Death Jesters, Kaileth wears the traditional bone white, skeletal armor as the others of his kind. A vox-amplifier in his death's head mask amplifies his laughter, carrying it across the battlefield. A comical black cloak lays about his shoulders, matching his upturned shoes.
Character Height: 6'2
Character Equipment: Shrieker Cannon, Fusion Pistol, Power Sword, Flip Belt, Mask of Fear.
Character Background: Kaileth has been on the Tomb Sanguinus as long as the other inhabitants can remember, a floating specter of death that hunts Chaos worshippers and Dark Eldar with equal relish, chasing them through the winding corridors before ending their lives with his Shrieker Cannon.

Eldar, eh? Mad Eldar clown Eldar with heavy weaponry at that.. this is going to be most interesting




Hmm.. lets make a real good'un of this! I'm off to recruit some other dedicated roleplayers..




Also, just a side note, if you're not particularly grammatically astute, please use a spell checker before posting in-character! Thanks.

Well then, lets make a character.

Character name: Kyel Charkos
Character age: 33
Character race: Human (from the planet Ousia)
Character profession: Guardsman, Platoon commander, a Lieutenant.
Character personality: Fierce, takes care of his platoon's moral, medium faith in the Emperor.
Character appearance: (will find a picture later) Tough.
Character height: 6ft 4
Character equipment: Lasgun, Laspistol, Frag grenades, Short-sword ( = bayonet)
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. He now commands his platoon like an officer in the Ousian Guard should.

(More of Charkos' background/personality will be written down in future RP's.

Too late to join? If not:

Character name: Warboss Warklaw Gordakka
Character age: (How old are warbosses usually?)
Character race: Ork
Character profession: Warboss
Character personality: very orky, mean, bossy, cunning.
Character appearance: large, broad, slabbed in muscle, large jaw, tusks
Character height: 12ft
Character equipment: heavy armor(think ard boy), massive power claw, pet squig with attached shoota and armor, bosspole, augumetic eye, chain axe
Character bio/background story: Warklaw's boyz have been stuck aboard the hulk for as long ans anyone can remember, having carved out and maintained a good bit of territory for themselves over the mass of ships. Now, with his meks and wierdboyz telling him that the hulk is about to hit, or at least come near a planet inhabited by the umies, Warklaw figures its time for his WAAGH to branch out....but not before finishing up the party on the barge...

Welcome aboard, my friends! Did you paint that awesome ork, WO?

Also, your signature.. I laughed.

Darkvoidof40k wrote:Welcome aboard, my friends! Did you paint that awesome ork, WO?

Also, your signature.. I laughed.

Oh man, I wish I'd painted that ork! It was made by the guy who runs Iron Dog studios

Thanks for the compliment though...

Hmm.. I think I might give out forum rewards to everyone in this roleplay!*




*Those who survive.. [insert evil laugh here]

Darkvoidof40k wrote:Hmm.. I think I might give out forum rewards to everyone in this roleplay!*




*Those who survive.. [insert evil laugh here]

That won't frighten Vulkan, he's been in Lazarus!

You should have waited dark

Oh, just you wait.. I have a habit of giving players' messy deaths.

Ain't that right Scrazza?



Yeah, so most of them were because of inactivity.. but with this roleplay I won't make the mistake of going easy on the players this time. I should've just killed Tombstone and Patrick when I had the chance.. *sigh*


@Sillyboy - don't give me that, you silly, silly boy! You should join up dude.

Darkvoidof40k wrote:Oh, just you wait.. I have a habit of giving players' messy deaths.

Ain't that right Scrazza?



Yeah, so most of them were because of inactivity.. but with this roleplay I won't make the mistake of going easy on the players this time. I should've just killed Tombstone and Patrick when I had the chance.. *sigh*


@Sillyboy - don't give me that, you silly, silly boy! You should join up dude.

Hey, so do I. Lazarus is a player meat-grinder.

Darkvoidof40k wrote:Welcome aboard, Lil' Lordy. I can't help but think you've read my Necron fandex with what you've got there! I think you mean Phylactery*, more* and Gaze of Death* .

(Must think, quickly.)

I've...given up spelling for Lent. Don't judge me.

Darkvoidof40k wrote:@Sillyboy - don't give me that, you silly, silly boy! You should join up dude.

Who you're calling silly darko

Hmm... Wil take it in consideration.....

well, in to the fire!
first RP so i prob die before the thing even starts

Character name: Martelius
Character age: 30
Character race: Human
Character profession: Stormtrooper
Character personality: grim , morbid sense of humor, fanatical faith, slightly insane
Character appearance: (covered in blood)

Character height: 1,9 m
Character equipment: full carapace armor, Hellgun w/shotgun+inferno shells, chainsword, krak/frag granades, demolition charge(s)
Character bio/background story:
Martelius has been trapped inside the hulk for 5 years , after his squad was slaughtered during their boarding mission.

Time means nothing in the warp..

Character name: Tyr Nyragaz
Character age: 147 years old
Character race: Imperium/Shadow Dragons
Character profession: Sterngaurd Veteran/ tactical advisor specialising in ship to ship combat
Character personality: grim, determined, veteran of many campains. has ALOT of tactical knowlage
Character appearance: Mk4 helmet, Mk7 right shoulder and chest, Mk6 left shoulder, Mk5 legs, color scheme, never removes helmet when deployed so that's irrelevent
Character height: however tall we're making normal space marines, 8ft?
Character equipment: Space marine power armour, auspex, power weapon, bolter, special issue ammo, frag/krak grenades, storm shield with cut out for bolter
Character bio/background story:

--background will come in a bit--

Strike force Akrus

Tyr, strike force leader
Squad vinkar, 10 stern-guard veterans with two stormshields and five combi- flamers, sergeant has a lightningclaw
Squad jurika, 5 scouts with shotguns and a teleport homer

Squads rectae and trerji
Rectae
10 stormtroopers, 4 flamers and 6 hotshot lasguns all have void sealed armor, sergeant has power weapon and combat shield
Trerji
10 stormtroopers, 4 flamers and 6 hotshot lasguns all have void sealed armor, sergeant has monomollecular knife and combat shield

--clarity edit--

shameless self plug read it andit will help you to understand why stormtroopers work with my space marines, TL;DR they're best buds

Darkvoidof40k wrote:Time means nothing in the warp..

but hulks aren't always in the warp...

*shrugs* This one is.

Welcome aboard, Ninja. You should've totally made a Jennifer Marine .

Darkvoidof40k wrote:*shrugs* This one is.

Welcome aboard, Ninja. You should've totally made a Jennifer Marine .

I'm already running a jennifer-stormtrooper in stalemate, I can make two character if you'll let me

also, my avatar is my chapter emblem

Think I'll give this a try...

Character name: Marcus Profugus
Character age: Classified [30 to 45 most likely]
Character race: Imperium - Human
Character profession: Inquisitor - Ordo's Xeno's
Character personality: While seemingly friendly on the surface, he is always in pursuit of his own agenda. Always scheming, always manipulating; he has few friends apart from a select few men in his retinue and a close circle of like minded Inquisitors. He believes that human life is highly important and his objective in life is to aid in any way in reducing loss in human life in anyway. Do not be fooled though, he would still have entire armies march to their death if it progresses his aims...
Character appearance: Quite lean, with a short blond hair and a clean shaven face.
Character height: About 6 foot
Character equipment: Carapace armour, refractor field, hell pistol and a sword with rites of swordsmanship inscribed on it, small henchmen warband (cirugeon, 2 stormtroopers and a mage)
Character bio/background story: From the Calixis sector, there is very little actually known of this man. He recently took over from his mentor, the late Inquisitor Felix, after Felix's death in combat with the leader of a genestealer cult. Marcus still have much to prove to his betters and has yet to earn much renown. His small retinue mostly consists of those who served under Felix; a cirugeon, two stormtroopers as bodyguards, a mage and several other support members. When Tomb Sanguinis dropped from the warp the young Inquisitor responded with all haste, eager to make his name and attempt to discover secrets of fighting the xeno's in the tangled mess of xeno ships...


How's that?

wizard12 wrote:Think I'll give this a try...

Character name: Marcus Profugus
Character age: Classified
Character race: Imperium - Human
Character profession: Inquisitor - Ordo's Xeno's
Character personality: While seemingly friendly on the surface, he is always in pursuit of his own agenda. Always scheming, always manipulating; he has few friends apart from a select few men in his retinue and a close circle of like minded Inquisitors. He believes that human life is highly important and his objective in life is to aid in any way in reducing loss in human life in anyway. Do not be fooled though, he would still have entire armies march to their death if it progresses his aims...
Character appearance: Quite lean, with a short blond hair and a clean shaven face.
Character height: About 6 foot
Character equipment: Carapace armour, refractor field, hell pistol and a sword with rites of swordsmanship inscribed on it, small henchmen warband (cirugeon, 2 stormtroopers and a mage)
Character bio/background story: From the Calixis sector, there is very little actually known of this man. He recently took over from his mentor, the late Inquisitor Felix, after Felix's death in combat with the leader of a genestealer cult. Marcus still have much to prove to his betters and has yet to earn much renown. His small retinue mostly consists of those who served under Felix; a cirugeon, two stormtroopers as bodyguards, a mage and several other support members. When Tomb Sanguinis dropped from the warp the young Inquisitor responded with all haste, eager to make his name and attempt to discover secrets of fighting the xeno's in the tangled mess of xeno ships...


How's that?

Me and you should team up!

Arken Vul'tan01 wrote:Me and you should team up!

I have a funny feeling that the imperium team will be plunged into hell together, by the description in the OP

Sorry Dark, but you could'nt wait for others to die down.

I would join, but I am currently engrossed inother RP's.

Soz

I'll keep an eye on this one.

hey devastator you and me should team up

okey

FM Ninja 048 wrote:

Arken Vul'tan01 wrote:Me and you should team up!

I have a funny feeling that the imperium team will be plunged into hell together, by the description in the OP

Shas'ui T'au Kais wrote:Sorry Dark, but you could'nt wait for others to die down.

I would join, but I am currently engrossed inother RP's.

Soz

You joined 'em.

halonachos wrote:I'll keep an eye on this one.

Nice to know, Nachos. It'd be good to roleplay with you again.

when do we start?

@Darko: Messy deaths? Mhhh. I don't remember you giving my character a messy death. But I have seen plenty of your messy deaths for others.

Scrazza wrote:@Darko: Messy deaths? Mhhh. I don't remember you giving my character a messy death. But I have seen plenty of you messy deaths for others.

Vulkan_He'stan wrote:when do we start?

I asked myself the same thing.

We start..soon.. when I say so . I'll write up an intro-thingy later on.

Darkvoidof40k wrote:We start..soon.. when I say so . I'll write up an intro-thingy later on.

ahh...so, Chop Chop!

Question: Am I going onboard that ship on my own, or with my platoon? I prefer the latter.

Your regiment's infantry is going in en-masse.. where it says the "bravest", it also means those in-charge of large amounts of foot sloggers who have no say in life.

Everybody! You have until the Roleplay starts to outline your forces! Obviously, apply common sense.. for example, our resident GK character will only have about 25 Grey Knights with him or something . Maybe 5 Terminators (and perhaps a few Paladins and a Librarian) as well.

IG.. just outline your Platoon Scrazza.

Orks.. better do a headcount.. "1 thousand.. 2 thousand.. err.. wot comz afta dat numba boss?"

As for all the nasties in the Space Hulk that none of you control.. leave that to me . //evil laugh insertion here in-progress//

err, one man army for Martelius?
and i guess he could stick with Vulkan's lot

Strike force Akrus

Tyr, strike force leader
Squad vinkar, 10 stern-guard veterans with two stormshields and five combi- flamers, sergeant has a lightningclaw
Squad jurika, 5 scouts with shotguns and a teleport homer

Squads rectae and trerji
Rectae
10 stormtroopers, 4 flamers and 6 hotshot lasguns all have void sealed armor, sergeant has power weapon and combat shield
Trerji
10 stormtroopers, 4 flamers and 6 hotshot lasguns all have void sealed armor, sergeant has monomollecular knife and combat shield

--clarity edit--

shameless self plug read it andit will help you to understand why stormtroopers work with my space marines, TL;DR they're best buds

Gaz the last 6 of his squad
and Martelius
2 hot shot las guns
1 grenade launcher
2 shotguns
1 flamer
they all have combat knives and hot shot las pistols

In that case, it would be better to have my whole regiment onboard. But for the sake of the RP, I will just make the regimental commander an NPC. Like I said before, the background for these guys will get clear during the RP.



Charkos' platoon

Charkos + squad
Vox
2 melta guns

5 infantry squads:
all with vox, one flamer, and a missile launcher
2 of these squads have shotguns instead of lasguns

The missile launchers are small one use tubes, and will only be used on occasion. The missile launcher dudes are armed with lasguns next to the one-use launchers.

support squads:
Specialist squad of six men with Three melta guns, and three Shotguns



Makes for a total of 61 men.

Darkvoidof40k wrote:

Everybody! You have until the Roleplay starts to outline your forces! Obviously, apply common sense.. for example, our resident GK character will only have about 25 Grey Knights with him or something . Maybe 5 Terminators (and perhaps a few Paladins and a Librarian) as well.

Termintors are troop choices now in the codex.
So with me are 2 bog standard GK terminators squad(5men).
One squad with a Physcannon
One squad with psilencer or somthing like that . (Mini gun thing)
Paladin squad with a Incerator, Brother Hood banner and Apothercary(5 men)
1 Purgation squad(5men)
1Purifer squad (5 men)
25 men
Oh yeah!

Arken Vul'tan01 wrote:
Terminators are troop choices now in the codex.
So with me are 3 bog standard GK terminators squad(5men).
One squad with a Incinerator
One squad with a Psycannon
One squad with Psilencer or something like that . (Mini gun thing)
1 Purgation squad(5men)
1Purifier squad (5 men)
25 men
Oh yeah!

[corrected your spelling mistakes]

Seems like a rather unbalanced force, although considering that this will be Space Hulk combat - and that is where Terminator armor is most prevalent during Adeptus Astartes boarding missions - it isn't an inconceivable force.

Are your Purifier and Purgation squad armed with anything in particular?

Darkvoidof40k wrote:

Arken Vul'tan01 wrote:
Terminators are troop choices now in the codex.
So with me are 3 bog standard GK terminators squad(5men).
One squad with a Incinerator
One squad with a Psycannon
One squad with Psilencer or something like that . (Mini gun thing)
1 Purgation squad(5men)
1Purifier squad (5 men)
25 men
Oh yeah!

[corrected your spelling mistakes]

Seems like a rather unbalanced force, although considering that this will be Space Hulk combat - and that is where Terminator armor is most prevalent during Adeptus Astartes boarding missions - it isn't an inconceivable force.

Are your Purifier and Purgation squad armed with anything in particular?

The purifers have a Deamon Hammer, Incinerator, Nemesis Falchions and a Juistcar with Nemesis force sword.
The Purgation squad are armed with Psilencer, Incinerator and 2 psycannon and a Justicar with Deamon Hammer.
Oh BTW one termintor squad is now a Paladin squad!
Paladin squad with a Incerator, Brother Hood banner and Apothercary(5 men)

They wouldn't bring a banner onto a Space Hulk, believe me..

By the way, this is fiction. None of you need to actually base your units/equipment on what is in the codicies - at least not with any great dedication.

But I must now ask that all normal human characters that have posted that they are already aboard (ie have been trapped) the Space Hulk amend their posts.. it was specified that Imperium forces would be attacking the Space Hulk.

Not trying to ruin anybodies' fun here, but I doubt any normal human soldiery would survive being on a Space Hulk. Especially this one, considering the all manner of nasty things I have in store for you fortunate Hulk explorers.

Wait, I have to wait until the boarding actions commence? I think I have to, considering I'm with the imperium.

baah, doesn't matter how long I survive, as long as I have fun.

No problemo

sorry vulkan but i think i revert to lone wolf mode as the situation has changed

@dark can i take more wargear if i have no "retinue"?

(edit - @Scrazzobin) That's the spirit! At least this way you're not gonna be surprised..

Devastator wrote:No problemo

sorry vulkan but i think i revert to lone wolf mode as the situation has changed

@dark can i take more wargear if i have no "retinue"?

Well you're a stormtrooper.. so wouldn't you be part of a unit? Besides, it's not too late to edit/overhaul/replace your characters yet.

Darkvoidof40k wrote:

Devastator wrote:No problemo

sorry vulkan but i think i revert to lone wolf mode as the situation has changed

@dark can i take more wargear if i have no "retinue"?

Well you're a stormtrooper.. so wouldn't you be part of a unit? Besides, it's not too late to edit/overhaul/replace your characters yet.

Hmm, I'm considering switching over to a cultist character. Someone who looks about the same as my avatar.

speaking of that
can you only make one character?

to hell with it

Character name:Martelius
Character age:35
Character race:Human
Character profession:Engiseer
Character personality:cold, calculating
Character appearance:tech-priest
Character height:1,9m
Character equipment:power armor,bolter,several Mechadendrites, power axe, electoos
Character bio/background story:
sent by ad-mech to search the hulk for any posible relics and to support the offense

retinue:
2 skitarii w/hellguns/flamers+carapace armor
2 heavy bolter servitors
1 multi-melta servitor
1 Arco-flagellant

Cool! It's best only to have one character.. and I'm not strictly against multiple characters.. but it's ill advised and can be extremely biased towards other characters.. so.. only 1 character. Can you convert the height to inches and feet please?

i meant that if its 1 death=game over?
its about 6.3 f

If you die, feel free to make a new character.. but most people prefer to see who lasts until the bitter end!

btw do you have dark heresy book?
i may use some stuff from there
(just warning)

Unfortunately, no. But Scrazza and Devastator, check the OP and look at Devastator's character.. which I updated. Just to make things interesting.


Okay guys, you can begin roleplaying, but NOBODY can board the Space Hulk until I say so[edit: except for our resident xenos already aboard it, of course!].. take the time you have to prepare, meet each other.. start a story.. get to know your character better, exercise your writing skills.. and so on.

And remember, if you're not too great at spelling, please, use spell checkers. And make your posts as long and interesting as possible!

I am replacing banner with Psilencer.

You don't need to tell me to be honest.. just get roleplaying!

hooray, I got a techpriest in tow.

Scrazza wrote:hooray, I got a techpriest in tow.

Devastor, this young chap has to keep you alive. Make it hard for him! Get stuck in an elevator filled with Carnifex's or something and get him to save you..


Now will somebody please do some roleplaying? *cracks whip*

[insert whip it song here]

I just want the misery to begin as soon as possible..

Hi again, as for forces I'd say;

Inquisitor Marcus

His henchmen band (chirugeon [Named Torqueo] with narthecium and autopistol, 2 stormtroopers [Named Robur and Salis] with hellguns, carapace armour and targeting systems and a mage [Named Sillium] with a pen, ink and a rusty stub pistol.)

5 combat engineers inducted from the a nearby imperial siege regiment


Thought I'd add names in for some of the more important people in my character's force.

Hows that?


Also, on the subject of joining up with you Arken, I may tag along at some point. Just keep in mind the Ordo Mallus and Ordo Xenos may have very different objectives...

@Darko: I'm writing as we speak.

"martelius was getting agitated. The assault on the hulk have been delayed three times within on hour, and now he has to deal with this "bodyguard" who he probably needed more protection than tech-priest.
Well at least he may have change to find some sacred relics of the ommisah.

sighing ,he started to walk towards to hanger and location of this platoon commander"

ooc nice upgrade

To late to join, Dark?

I'd like to get my hands on this one...

"Marcus leaned back in his high backed chair. The study he'd been granted for his stay aboard the ship was nice, nothing too fancy but it still had a small touch of luxury to it. He sifted through preliminary reports about the hulk. There was very little of use in the report, simply facts and figures about estimated tonnage, any identified vessels it was comprised of and the annoying fact that many attempts to enter had failed. The report mentioned nothing of the inhabitants of the hulk but Marcus assumed from knowledge of other infamous hulks that they were often infected with many different types of xenos. As such he was going to be prepared. The engineers he'd requested were arriving and preparing their kit for cutting through walls and doors that would be sealed shut yet would need passing. his guard were already prepared for action. He had had supplies loaded onto a modified cyclopes demolition vehicle. But despite all this he still needed a way into the hulk. He drummed his fingers on the polished desk surface, waiting for an idea to come to mind..."

wizard12 wrote:Hi again, as for forces I'd say;

Inquisitor Marcus

His henchmen band (chirugeon [Named Torqueo] with narthecium and autopistol, 2 stormtroopers [Named Robur and Salis] with hellguns, carapace armour and targeting systems and a mage [Named Sillium] with a pen, ink and a rusty stub pistol.)

5 combat engineers inducted from the a nearby imperial siege regiment - Sergeant named Corbo


Thought I'd add names in for some of the more important people in my character's force.

Hows that?


Also, on the subject of joining up with you Arken, I may tag along at some point. Just keep in mind the Ordo Malleus and Ordo Xenos may have very different objectives...

Technically, Inquisitors aren't particularly restricted in what they do.. but they just tend to specialize. As an Inquisitor who prefers to fight The Alien, have you considered requisitioning a unit of Deathwatch? I'm sure now I've placed the idea you'll want to use it.. (you will want to use it, ;nod so he's a squad locked 'n' loaded:

Captain Ardus of the Deathwatch; Howling Griffons chapter - Boltgun, Kraken bolts, Power sword, combat blade.
Brother-Sergeant Ferox; Blood Angels chapter - Chainsword, Plasma pistol, combat blade.
Brother Varus; Ultramarines chapter - Flamethrower, combat blade, bolt pistol, Meltabombs.
Brother Orius; Sons of Orar chapter - Heavy bolter with Hellfire shells and suspensor, combat blade, bolt pistol.
Brother Wulfrick; Space Wolves chapter; Twin Wolf claws.

All with Frag and Krak grenades.

Scrazza wrote:@Darko: I'm writing as we speak.

Excellent..

Devastator wrote:Martelius was becoming agitated. The assault on the hulk had been delayed three times in the last hour, and now he had to deal with this "bodyguard". This Guardsman probably needs protection more than me, he thought with contempt. Nonetheless, at least he may have change to find some sacred relics for the Omnissiah.

Sighing, he started to walk towards to hanger to find the Platoon Commander he was going to be working with.

OOC: nice upgrade.

I realise you're from a non-English speaking country (or is that little flag misleading?), so I've taken the liberty of amending your posts. Maybe use a spell checker or even a translator (then edit if necessary) to write your posts?

Lieutenant Charkos sat on an ammo crate inside the large assault lander, together with his platoon, called 'Blessed'. The boarding had been delayed 3 times now, and he wondered why. He had taken it to brief his squad sergeants and troopers with every scrap of information and orders he had. They were all hyped up after the first call, but now they all sat around, doing nothing. Dressed in full kit, the Ousians looked off. They wore drab green flak vests and tunics camouflaged with tanned and green colors. The Ousians, specialized in swamp warfare, were quite different from the orbital regiments who were joining them in the boarding action.

unlike the numerous landings they had lived through, this one required another kind of preparation. They didn't have to camouflage their faces, and their boats were kept in tow aboard the ship. The Ousian swiftboats and troop landers required for battles in bayous areas, were left behind and switched out for assault landers. They were assaulting a space hulk rather then the favored bayou. Again, this made Charkos wonder why.

Parked alongside the countless other assault landers, 'Blessed' didn't really stan out. The 31st Riverine would board en masse, and all the men were packed on similar ships like the 'blessed' in Hangar 29-B.

Inside, Charkos tried to calm himself by keeping his mind off the waiting, the chewing tobacco helped. His men were shivering, they didn't know what to expect. Previous landings made by other regiments made it quite clear that ramming through the hulk's hull was a dangerous thing to go through. All around him, his men were fervently checking their gear for the fifth time since gearing up. Checking lasguns, safely tucking away the machetes they also used for bayonets, securing frag grenades, it all helped to take away the nerves.

The sight of the tech-priest put even more stress inside the Ousians. Where they came from, machine men were looked down upon, deemed outlandish. Some men sniggered at the sight of the machine-man, some averted their eyes from the strange sight of a robotized man.

Charkos simply nodded at the Tech-man, he remembered he had to babysit this monster as well.

'Vrek...' He cursed, and spat out his tobacco.

Chowderhead wrote:To late to join, Dark?

I'd like to get my hands on this one...

Of course not! I'd be glad to have you aboard, Chowder. Your unpredictable antics know no bounds! But make sure not to abandon my roleplay this time, eh?

Darkvoidof40k wrote:
Technically, Inquisitors aren't particularly restricted in what they do.. but they just tend to specialize. As an Inquisitor who prefers to fight The Alien, have you considered requisitioning a unit of Deathwatch? I'm sure now I've placed the idea you'll want to use it.. (you will want to use it, ;nod so he's a squad locked 'n' loaded:

A nice idea, I've already got an idea of how I could add them...


Oh and also, am I able to kill of members of my own forces (I mean, as long as it isn't silly eg: a grenade goes off and everyone but Marcus dies ect, ect...)

You can do whatever you like, Wizard! Enjoy the freedom, and appease the GM - the best way to do this is to make very interesting posts with good grammar.. that's all you have to remember .

now you tell me i have to change my character grrrrrrr

Darkvoidof40k wrote:I realise you're from a non-English speaking country (or is that little flag misleading?), so I've taken the liberty of amending your posts. Maybe use a spell checker or even a translator (then edit if necessary) to write your posts?

yep non-english.actually i use spell checker but yeah my grammar can be very, VERY bad.
doing by best with grammar

Vulkan_He'stan wrote:now you tell me i have to change my character grrrrrrr

The Almighty Games Master wrote:.....appease the GM - the best way to do this is to make very interesting posts with good grammar.. that's all you have to remember .

Devastator wrote:

Darkvoidof40k wrote:I realise you're from a non-English speaking country (or is that little flag misleading?), so I've taken the liberty of amending your posts. Maybe use a spell checker or even a translator (then edit if necessary) to write your posts?

yep non-english.actually i use spell checker but yeah my grammar can be very, VERY bad.
doing by best with grammar

Hey, it's alright dude, nobody can ask more than your best.

If you want help with your English, feel free to PM me at any time, I'd be glad to help .

Character name: Khan'das
Character age: As old as time itself
Character race: Deamon
Character profession: Herald of Khorne
Character personality: Violent, ill tempered, murderous, hatred surrounds him
Character appearance: Red, Snarling, hunched over
Character height: 16 feet tall
Character equipment: Horn of Khorne, The Spinermauler, Juggernaut of Khorne
Character bio/background story: One of Khorne's favorite heralds, Khan'das has been in the hulk for thousands of years, killing in the name of his lord. His journey on the hulk has been interrupted by the Imperium on his killing, as they now kill in the name of their lord. Khan'das will not have his name slandered and demeaned. He must kill all in the hulk. He must join the ranks of the Deamon Princes. He must become death, destroyer of worlds.

Khan'das is riding a Juggernaut, and is flanked by two other Bloodcrushers.

OOC: I'll have an introductory post up soon.

OOC: thanks dark!

Bloody primitives.these guardsmen were just as ignorant to the machine god as every guardsmen he had served before.

Ignoring the looks he was getting, he continued to walk to the lieutenant.

"so you are a human that i was sent to babysit"

Hey Chowder, I'm cool with this whole Daemon thing, but 25ft tall? He's not bigger than a 18ft Dreadnought.

Glaudian and his fellow battle brothers began to walk in their Storm Ravens. The Space Hulk was in view from their battle barge Spear of Titan.
A servitor came up to Gluadian and gave him his helmet. Glaudian put his helmet on. A survo skull floated up to Glaudian.
"This is to record your venture into the hulk." Said the Servitor.
"Thank you." Replied Glaudian.
He turned to the Purifier Justicar.
"If I die extract me I want my body to rest in Titan. Oh and if all fails and the Hulk begins to crash, you have my permission to execute Exterminatus on it." Ordered Glaudian.
"Aye Brother Captin" the Justicar replied.
They Boarded the Storm Raven. The doors in the Hangar bay opened and the Storm Ravens flew out towards the space hulk.
OOC:
Though the two ordos aims may different our means are the same!
Oh wow that came out better than i thought!

Darkvoidof40k wrote:Hey Chowder, I'm cool with this whole Daemon thing, but 25ft tall? He's not bigger than a 18ft Dreadnought.

He's standing on a Herald's Bloodcrusher. I'll edit it, but he's probably 16 feet tall.

Devastator wrote:OOC: Thanks Dark!

Bloody primitives, Martelius thought. These Guardsmen were just as ignorant to the Machine God as every other Guardsmen he had served before.

Ignoring the disgusted looks he was getting, he continued to walk to the Lieutenant.

"So, you are the human that I was sent to babysit," he asked in his monotonous voice.

@ Arken.. you can't really do anything now until we reach the "boarding phase".. but Storm Ravens? I think not.. you will reach the Hulk by other means . I suggest you just roleplay some prayers, rituals and such.

Character name: Gaz
Character age: 34
Character race: Human
Character profession: Kasakrin
Character personality: quiet, good sense of humor
Character appearance: medium build, short spiked brown hair
Character height: 6ft 2
Character equipment: plasma gun, combat blade, hot shot las pistol
Character bio/background story: has server with the kasakrin for the last 10 years after he was singled out for his incredible accuracy

Chowderhead wrote:

Darkvoidof40k wrote:Hey Chowder, I'm cool with this whole Daemon thing, but 25ft tall? He's not bigger than a 18ft Dreadnought.

He's standing on a Herald's Bloodcrusher. I'll edit it, but he's probably 16 feet tall.

I think 14ft.. but whatever. Blood will flow either way!


Also, Tomb Sanguinis roughly translates (deliberately so) as Tomb of Blood.. you are not the only exalted servant of Khorne here, little Daemon..

Charkos eyed the Machine-Man, totally taken aback by his choice of words. He was to babysit us, he wondered? Charkos let out a hatefull chuckle, this thing wouldn't be the better of the Ousian Lieutenant.

"I know you be high and mighty there, Machine," He said in his Ousian swamp accent. " but I'd like to see you survive without me and my lads."

The Machine calmly looked at the Lieutenant, as a Tech-man he wasn't capable of emotions.

"Why don't you lug your hulking form over yonder?" he asked. "There, where I don't have to look at your robot-body."

His men chuckled. Charkos was like all Ousian officers wanted to be. Thuggish, and though as Gator-skin boots.

Charkos leaned back in his seat, and watched how the Machine-Man wondered off to the far end of the Lander.

The sound of the bike echoed through the halls, screaming in the corridor like a elephant. The rider, a scout, was scared. The noise was getting closer, the noise of death. Increasing in speed, the rider began to radio for support. "Brother Malthus! I need support! I am in corridor Segma Beta, sub-sec-" The tire on the bike blew out, and the scout went careening through the corridor. Pulling out his shotgun, he got back on the radio. "Brother Malthus, please, I need support! There is something coming for me!" The noise of death was coming closer. Firing the shotgun into the smoke-filler corridor, the scout shouted the imperial creed. "WE ARE THE EMPEROR'S FINEST." The noise stopped. With a new sound, a more clicking noise, the death sound continued. "WE ARE DEATH INCARNATE!" The muzzle of the shotgun flashed once more. The hiss of a creature not of this world sounded in the hallway. "WE ARE THE SPACE MARINES OF THE IMPERIUM OF MAN!" The faint outline of a creature came into view. "AND WE SHALL KNOW NO FEAR!" The beast came into view. A massive red figure with a snarling mouth stepped out of the smoke. "DIE, FOUL SCUM!" The scout raised his shotgun, but the beast was upon him. Slicing into his soft neck, the blade blessed by Khorne collected another skull for the Skull Throne.

The Beast roared, and began his thunderous charge once again.

Darkvoidof40k wrote:@ Arken.. you can't really do anything now until we reach the "boarding phase".. but Storm Ravens? I think not.. you will reach the Hulk by other means . I suggest you just roleplay some prayers, rituals and such.

A. They use stormraven to go thourgh atmospheres of planets so I think it will cut ! B. I may edit so the praying on the SR.

has the boarding started yet?

OOC

@Arken

Will it be stong enough to ram through the space Hulk's hull? I dunno... ... it will most certainly smash into pieces.

OOC: dark heresy ftw
btw runned it in translator
it made no sense in Finnish .

He watched to the officer hurling abuse at him. Even he had limits and being called Abominable Intelligence was the last straw.
Using his electro enchantments, he charged a plasma ball and throw-ed it at offending officer, sending him flying before crashing into ground.

"I have no time for your childish insults, human" he said with hate
"i am to believe that you have been ordered to send one of your wretches to babysit me. Where. Is. He"

“Sing! Sing! What shall I sing?
Crusty Old Sawbones is waiting to spring.
Where? Where? He’s hiding down the stairs!
Waiting in the dark to give you a scare!”

The rebel opened his eyes.
He was tied down, with rotted old ropes tethering him surprisingly firmly to the grime encrusted table. His heart racing, he rapidly scanned the room, or at least as much as it as he could see. He tried to scream, but could not-because someone had gagged his mouth with a filthy cloth.
Whoever had him, knew what he was doing.
As he tried to sit up, yanking at his binds like a madman, a shadow moved into the room. If he still could feel emotion, the creature would have chuckled at his prisoner’s efforts. Gliding across the cramped chamber with an unbecoming grace, the Necron looked into the eyes of his captive. He was laying still now, eyes forced open, mind desperately trying to process the horrific creature he was seeing. The Xenos adjusted a slipshod lamp, shining it into his victim’s eyes and momentarily blinding him.
Producing an elegant claw from underneath the mounds of stolen flesh draped across his silver frame, the monster took a moment to examine it before returning his attention to his prey. The man had stopped struggling now, and underneath his gag was sobbing weakly. The Necron didn’t care. Leaning forward, he began to cut at the skin with the inquisitiveness of a surgeon, poking and prodding to see the reactions. The man screamed. Seemingly satisfied with his initial inspection, the alien leaned out and cocked its head to the side, seemingly contemplating the next move. Appearing to reach some kind of decision, he leaned in again, this time going for the face.
The man wanted to scream as his left eye was torn from its socket and then the last nerve strand connecting it to his body was severed, but he was paralysed with terror. The creature turned it over in its claws like a child does its favourite toy, before dropping it on the blood-slicked granite. Reaching in again, this time he went for the arms; there was a horrific tearing noise, and then the rebel felt his arms go limp; because his captor had delicately cut out his muscles.
The prisoner was weeping again now in his one good eye, the empty socket just continuing to well up with ichor. But the Necron seemed to be bored with this game now, and threw away the remnants of the human’s anatomy. Turning back to his captive, the Necron seemed to stare at the rebel’s neck, and he struggled in some vain effort to ward off his torturer. Then, there a slice broke through the still air, and the rebel saw no more.

(OOC: As for forces, Sawbones probably has an army of about 100 flayed ones lurking in the darkest depths of the Hulk-however, only about 15 of them will be currently awake, the rest probably kept in stasis to better survive the long journey through the warp.)

Charkos slammed into the ground. He could feel the air slamming out of his lungs. He lay on the ground for a couple of seconds, before trying to get up.

Dozens of barrels were now aimed at the Machine Man's head. Charkos was quite popular within the platoon, and everybody around rushed to the scene. After some moments, The Machine Man was surrounded by eighteen barrels, aimed to his head.

Charkos finally managed to get up, supporting against a wall panel. Breathing heavily, he raised his other hand, and urged his men to lower their guns.

"I'm under the impression ..." he tried to catch his breath. "...that this won't work this way. " Charkos said.

His men reluctantly lowered theis guns, still not believing what had happened.

"May I ask you to haul your metal arse over to another lander?" Charkos tried to be a bit more polite, but Ousian manners failed him. "You come see me on the other side."

The Machine Man seemed to agree with Charkos statement, as he left the way he had come through, off to find another lander.

"It's okey he looks after the boats, " Charkos managed. "But we can't have his metal arse mingling with Ousians.

Charkos spat on the ground again, finnishing with the tradmark insult of the Ousians.

"Vrek..."

Marcus had called a briefing of his retinue. Everyone had arrived on time, apart from Sillium. It was no matter, the fool was always late. If it wasn't for the fact that he was incredibly good at advanced calculations and linguistics Marcus would have dismissed him years ago. As soon as Marcus stood to talk Sillium blundered in laden with various charts and papers. He sat down quickly but it took several minutes before he stopped fidgeting and rustling papers. Marcus glared at Sillium before beginning;

"I have asked you here today to inform you that we shall be boarding within a standard Terran day cycle. We shall be boarding via Avus Lighter ships requisitioned from the fleet. Thunderbolts will escort us towards our landing zone, this area here. It appears to be the site of a meteor strike or some other devastating hit. Either way some event has blasted a hole in the hulks super structure. We have no way of knowing whether there is any hostile activity near there as the auspex systems receive too much interference from the area."

"Surely unexpected interference could be a result of jamming equipment in the area, thus denoting hostile positions?" Robur was the first to ask question. He was a very inquisitive bodyguard. Perhaps he could be Marcus' successor Marcus wondered to himself.

"That is a risk I am willing to take, if we come under fire we'll withdraw and await a detachment of deathwatch specialists I have requisitioned."

"Deathwatch? Is it wise to call them in considering the late Felix's relationship with them?" This time it was Torqueo who spoke up.

"I'm hoping that time has smoothed things, any other questions? No? Then go prepare for the landing, the emperor protects."

----
Ooc: I hope you don't mind me leaving back story to develop later.

Righto, if you check the original post, you will see that I have spent a rather extensive amount of time finding appropriate images for each of your characters. Granted, they're not all that good, and granted, not everybody got one, but I spent at least 40 minutes trying to get it right.

For those of you still without an image, you'll have to find one yourself - I had no luck.

edited for typo.

Darkvoidof40k wrote:Righto, if you check the original post, you will see that I have spent a rather extensive amount of time finding appropriate images for each of your characters. Granted, they're not all that good, and granted, not everybody got one, but I spent at least 40 minutes trying to get it right.

For those of you still without an image, you'll have to find one yourself - I had no luck.

edited for typo.

<3

@Darko: I remember that image. I had the same thought, using this one. But I think I'm going for something more 'weathered', as befits my character. When I find something better, I'll send it to you right away.

slightly silly question:
should i create that guard bodyguard or can i change him for something?

i should probably stop trolling those poor guardsmen

Brothers, honored troops of the imperial guard, now our time has come. A space hulk, filled to the rim with vile heretics and xenos is heading for this system. We have been tasked with it's destruction. We WILL not fail. Tyr called out over the hold of the thunderhawk

Ooc: dark, I would rather you didn't give my character a peice of art yet, I'll post some when I get back to my laptop and finish my bio( phones aren't good for long peices of text

Darkvoidof40k wrote:Righto, if you check the original post, you will see that I have spent a rather extensive amount of time finding appropriate images for each of your characters. Granted, they're not all that good, and granted, not everybody got one, but I spent at least 40 minutes trying to get it right.

For those of you still without an image, you'll have to find one yourself - I had no luck.

edited for typo.

It's not perfect, but hey, I's why I pegged him at suck a high height.

Also, can I have a pack of Flesh Hounds following the Deamons, eating the kill and having a jolly good time chasing it as well? I want to have a very Kult Of Speed Deamon horde.

Those who say they will submit new artwork, I'll await it. Until then, I'll let the OP bathe in its new-found attractiveness, that has come in the form of art both old and new.

That felt.. poetic.. /slaps self. I'm too tired. GM FATIGUE!


@Devastator - yeah.. you're not behaving particularly Tech-Priesty. But the limits of language are what they are for you, I suppose.

@Chowder - will add now.

@ Arkon - just going to update the art I gave your character to a better version of the same thing.

Chowderhead wrote:Also, can I have a pack of Flesh Hounds following the Deamons, eating the kill and having a jolly good time chasing it as well? I want to have a very Kult Of Speed Deamon horde.

"Hey Chowdaa.. CHOWDAAAAAAAA!"

"Huh?" *Chowder turns around*

"Eyepoke!"

"What?

"Eyepoke!" *pokes Chowder in the eye with sharper-than-average twig*

*Chowder squirms in his corner*


Apply common sense (or see the original answer of a similar question earlier on! ) - of course you can. It's our collective roleplay, do as you want.. I mean.. you've got an entire Regiment of Imperial Guard, Adeptus Astartes, Inquisitorial forces and a small but deadly contingent of Chapter 666 heading your way. You'll need a bit more than just a few Hell Pooches to win this one..

Darkvoidof40k wrote:

Chowderhead wrote:Also, can I have a pack of Flesh Hounds following the Deamons, eating the kill and having a jolly good time chasing it as well? I want to have a very Kult Of Speed Deamon horde.

"Hey Chowdaa.. CHOWDAAAAAAAA!"

"Huh?" *Chowder turns around*

"Eyepoke!"

"What?

"Eyepoke!" *pokes Chowder in the eye with sharper-than-average twig*

*Chowder squirms in his corner*


Apply common sense (or see the original answer of a similar question earlier on! ) - of course you can. It's our collective roleplay, do as you want.. I mean.. you've got an entire Regiment of Imperial Guard, Adeptus Astartes, Inquisitorial forces and a small but deadly contingent of Chapter 666 heading your way. You'll need a bit more than just a few Hell Pooches to win this one..

Hey! How did you find my corner? Answer me!

*Pokes other eye*

Mooom! Darkvoidof40k is poking my eye again!

Little lord Fauntleroy wrote:<3

Ah, my dear Faunt, your charisma never fails to astound me.

@Devastator: you could always requesition some bodyguards from the orbital regiments onboard our ship.

it's got me wondering. What can I do to pass the time, RP wise. I'm stumped as what to RP.

Interactions with your platoon - establish new characters and themes, explore the regiment's history, tactics, weapons, armor, culture, beliefs.. endless things Scrazzobin, endless things.. Hell, you could even report that naughty Enginseer..

as the others filed in
he heard rumors of what was going on
all he knew was that it was something to do with the space hulk looming ever closer
corporal Rose was going to be doing the briefing
"God damit I hate this guy!" Gaz whispered to Mac
"at least hes not going to be on the mission with us what ever it is"
corporal Rose started the briefing as the last few people filtered in
"welcome men, recently the space hulk "the tomb sanguinis" has come out off the warp.
A mighty imperial group have been selected to board the hulk and destroy it.
At this moment in time we have no idea what opposition to expect, so be prepared from the moment you board.
You should prepare to board any time soon as it will be a massive push.
good luck men."
"thank god for that" Gaz whispered
"ohh i almost forgot"
"damit!" Mac whispered
"Mac your squad will be accompanied by me"

(ooc: will put another later need sleep
I will go about drawing my self a picture, but untill im done i will use the one you suggested"

Chowderhead wrote:

Darkvoidof40k wrote:

Chowderhead wrote:Also, can I have a pack of Flesh Hounds following the Deamons, eating the kill and having a jolly good time chasing it as well? I want to have a very Kult Of Speed Deamon horde.

"Hey Chowdaa.. CHOWDAAAAAAAA!"

"Huh?" *Chowder turns around*

"Eyepoke!"

"What?

"Eyepoke!" *pokes Chowder in the eye with sharper-than-average twig*

*Chowder squirms in his corner*


Apply common sense (or see the original answer of a similar question earlier on! ) - of course you can. It's our collective roleplay, do as you want.. I mean.. you've got an entire Regiment of Imperial Guard, Adeptus Astartes, Inquisitorial forces and a small but deadly contingent of Chapter 666 heading your way. You'll need a bit more than just a few Hell Pooches to win this one..

Hey! How did you find my corner? Answer me!

*Pokes other eye*

Mooom! Darkvoidof40k is poking my eye again!

Epic long quote is epic long.

"YES! I HAVE BEEN QUOTED! FINALLY! ONE OF THE EPIC, UNIVERSE SHAKING UTTERANCES THAT HAVE ESCAPED MY MIND THROUGH MY MOUTH IS TEMPORARILY IMMORTALIZED IN THIS FORUM, IN SOMEONES SIGNATURE! THIS IS A GREAT VICTORY IN MY ETERNAL QUEST TO BECOME.. SUPREME KING OF EVERYTHING!!!! MWAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAAA *chokes* MWAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA----"
-last transmission from Darkvoidof40k aboard his garbage hauler shuttle.



Unfortunately, I missed the post I quoted above earlier, because my Laptop keeps on skipping out posts for some reason.. *sobs*.. ah well, my main PC never does this so....

"--AHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA--"

Well, I'm glad/scared that that post happened...

Scrazza wrote:OOC

@Arken

Will it be stong enough to ram through the space Hulk's hull? I dunno... ... it will most certainly smash into pieces.

OOC
Guns? Lascannons and missles should do the trick!

Oke, then. Let's try my hand at it.


BIC:

Charkos remained leaning against the ramp for another minute, trying to regain his pose. There was an awkward slience before the usual sounds of the Ousians started again. Mohan started playing on his banjo again, making jolly tunes.

"We'll melt that tin can for you, boss." Jako, one of his squads meltagunners said. "Just say the word."

"Wait for it, Jako" Charkos answered. "We'll get him on the hulk over yonder." he swung his head towards the general location of the space hulk for emphasis."

"Sure thing boss," Sergeant Descont said. "just a shame it isn't a swamp we're invading. I would have felt at home."

The men around him chuckled. Mohan started playing 'The Tune of Sally', a well known tune the people of the Phonto Swamplands. Ousian regiments typically constructed the companies around men who originated from the same swamplands, that helped keep the spirits up. Each swampland had it's own favored tune, and it's own emblem and slogan stiched to the company banner. Fact was, the 31st was made up with 65% originating from the Phonto Swamplands, which eased the tension. Their slogan was 'Brave as a Gator, Though as Gator-skin Boots.'

In the corner of his eye, Charkos could see Sergeant Blach scratching in the wall panel with his machete. He scratched the regiments slogan in the panel, it was a habit. Blach was a skinner back home. He used to earn quite a living skinning gator skin. Charkos himself hunted the giant animals, so they had a mutual respect for eachother.

"This waiting 's getting the better of I" Charkos could overhear some men talking.
"Better give us something to make leather boots of fast, or I'll ...Vrek!"

He decided not to listen anymore. He walked towards his seat, and once there, slumped down. Leting out a sigh, he got a sigar out of his breast pocket, and put it in his mouth, just for the sake of feeling it between his lips.

Chowderhead wrote:Well, I'm glad/scared that that post happened...

You saw nothing.

Darkvoidof40k wrote:

Chowderhead wrote:Well, I'm glad/scared that that post happened...

You saw nothing.

*Shudders in his corner*

Chowderhead wrote:

Darkvoidof40k wrote:

Chowderhead wrote:Well, I'm glad/scared that that post happened...

You saw nothing.

*Shudders in his corner*

Just remeber what your parents told you. Your corner is your private place, nobody can invade it.

Arken Vul'tan01 wrote:

Scrazza wrote:OOC

@Arken

Will it be stong enough to ram through the space Hulk's hull? I dunno... ... it will most certainly smash into pieces.

OOC
Guns? Lascannons and missles should do the trick!

Yeah.. about that..

Anyone mind waiting for me to actually decide what the Space Hulk looks like?

The odd piece of glass, maybe.. but I'm probably going to (laziness depending) event the whole thing.

Charkos, sigar clenched between his lips, drifted away, dreaming. He remembered Ousia. Gator hunting with his father. They would sit around a camp fire and eat the hard won meat. They would share stories of the hunt with others. They didn't have lasguns and all that fancy stuff, they did it old fashioned. Most of the time, they would drift on large swamp-barges, powered by a motor at the back, belching smoke. He remembered standing at the front of the barge, manning the spear gun. He could remember when he speared his first gator, his father was very proud of him that day. He still had the necklace with a gator tooth from that day. That was a long time ago, back when Kyel was only 15 years old. Or was it 16? he couldn't remember.

Besides from the spear guns they had, they used to hunt for other animals using whatever they had. Single-shot scatterguns, hunting rifles, vrek, he even had to use a crossbow once. These days, everything was different. now he could be glad if he got to frag something. He still missed living in the swamps.

Suddenly, the tune stopped. He opened his eyes again, and decided to lit his sigar.

there you go dark, although with all the images you're using, could you perhaps put each person as a spoiler?

bio will come tomorrow, after school

Kaphas ran as fast as his legs could carry him through the winding corridors of the Tomb Sanguinus, his heart filled with primordial terror. A mocking laugh followed him as he ran, echoing against the steel walls, and pounding into his head like a mad drummer. He nearly stumbled as he rounded a sharp corner, rushing into an ancient airlock, Kaphas punched his palm against the CLOSE button, sealing him inside with four layers of reinforced armored plating. Not even Death could find him in here, he was safe. He panted heavily, sweat running freely down his black robes, the eight-pointed Star of Chaos clenched to tightly in his fist that his hand bled. The laughter had stopped, and Kaphas's head was filled with blessed silence at last. He slumped to the floor, drawing in greedy gulps of air as he did so. He reflected on the fate of his Brotherhood, the cult that he had once called his own.

They were meeting as they always did, in the mess of a former Chartist Vessel, calling upon the power of the Four to give them knowledge and strength. As Brother Nol was reciting from the Book of Lorgar, the laughter had begun, a mirthful sound filled with equal parts malice and delight. They had looked about, searching for the source of the vocalization, and had snatched up weapons to search for the interloper. Brother Merkain was the first to die, his body swelling for a horrible second before rupturing, spraying the walls with his internal fluids. They had seen only the swirling coat of the attacker as he leapt back into the shadows, laughing as he did so. Later, they had found Nol, his throat slashed, and strung up on a pipe for all to see. A look of pure terror was etched upon his face. Chen was the final victim, his body reduced to a hazy after-image burned onto the wall by a beam of impossibly bright light. That had been when Kaphas had fled, not wanting to become prey for the Laughter.

Now snapping back to the present, Kaphas could hear the laughter again, right outside the airlock. Thinking himself safe from the specter, he called out;

"The Gods protect me Apparition! There is nothing you can do to harm me!"

To that, the Laughter, guffawed mightily, and said simply, in a voice cold and detached,

"Do you think you're safe here?"

Then silence reigned once again, and Kaphas began to regret his boast. Suddenly, he heard the first door whoosh open, followed by the second, and then the third. Pushing himself against the back of the chamber, he raised his laspistol with trembling hands, waiting for the inevitable. The fourth door opened, and the Laughter stepped inside, not touching the ground, floating on a cushion of air. He was terrible to behold, wearing a breastplate made of human bone, and clad in black jester's motley. A long-barreled weapon with a scythe-like blade fused to the tip was held in his hands. But most terrifying of all was his face, a shifting mass of monstrous faces that twisted and leered at the cultist before melting away only to be replaced with a more horrible bestiary of faces. The Laughter giggled, and fired his weapon. A bolt of black matter punched into his chest, and Kaphas screamed as his blood vessels expanded, blowing him apart, and coating the airlock with his remains. His work done, the Laughter turned on his heel, and stalked out in search of more prey.

(1. WOW this RP took off fast.

2. This has got to be the single biggest RP ((in terms of amount of players)) that I've been in

3. Considering the orks own a significant part of the hulk I would say that there are several thousand of many shapes and sizes. )

The body of an ork nob klunked down at Warklaw's feet. It wasn't dead by any means but it was getting there. There was a roar of approval from the boyz that had gathered around to see the fight. The nob tried to get up but its face was met with a giant steel shod boot and teef flew as the nob toppled back over. Warklaw, standing triumphantly over the dazed nob. He raised his Warklaw in the air and turned his back on the injured challenger. Roaring a battlecry much to the adulation of his boyz. Many raised their own weapons in response and shouted WAAAAAGH!!!! at the top of their lungs. The nob got up and saw the back of Warklaw, it smiled, he had a good shot for his boss' back. Raising his choppa The nob bellowed in triumph as he slammed it towards Warklaw's head.

For such a big monster, Warklaw was fast, his powerclaw deftly grabbed the nob's entire arm and severing it neatly. The nob yelled in pain and fell back with his one arm spiraling. Warklaw stepped on the nob's head. This had been happening more frequently as word got out that the hulk was nearing a human planet. The boyz had become excited and anxious and these strong feelings usually expressed themselves rather violently when it came to orks. Warklaw added pressure with another shout of triumph as the nobs head squished under his boot, it twitched, they usually did, until it became still. picking up the body with his powerful hand Warklaw raised it into the air. The nob's body was massive but not nearly the size of Warklaw's

"IZ BIGGEST SO IZ DA BOSS!!! ANY OV YOU LOT DAT TINKS UDDERWIZE CAN JOIN KRUMPROT ERE!" The chamber became quiet as Warklaw proclaimed his superiority. He threw the limp body neatly into the maw of his waiting squig Izzy who began to tear into it with gusto.

Warklaw looked around at the gaping boyz, he smacked the closest one with his fist and roared once more. "Wot are you lot gawpin at?!? WE GOT OWERSELVES A WAAAAAAAGH!!! TA MAKE. GET MOVIN! DOSE UMIES DUN CHOP DEMSELVES!!!"

With that, the orks dispersed and Warkaw watched them go back to work on the machines that would bring them to the surface of the planet. He smiled and turned to pet his squig

"Dis is gunna be fun." Warklaw said still smiling and showing his massive tusks.

Oh man. This is right up my alley. Mind if I hop in on this? Oh pretty-please Master GM? (Note: This is my first RP of this format, so we'll see how this goes. )

If so here will be my character:

Character name: Celestus Maglovin
Character age: 13042 years old
Character race: Demon/Human
Character profession: Demon Prince of Slaanesh
Character personality: Loves to bask in pleasures, pleasures of any nature! Such is the way of true followers of Slaanesh. Hates Eldar. Vile, sensuous, and conniving.
Character appearance:
Credit to BloodofOrks. This is his masterfully painted model! (Which can be voted on Here)
Character height: 11 feet (13 feet at top of wings)
Character equipment:
-Demon Trident (it thirsts for pleasure as much as its master, if not more!)-Right hand
-Tongue Whip-Left hand (along with the extended fingers)
-Plasma Gun-A part of the armor above the Left Hand in much the same way as a GK
Character bio/background story:

Celestus has been a part of his legion since its founding. He fought with much ferocity in the Great Crusade.

An avid sculptor when not on the battlefield he and his Primarch would pass time together (a rarity to be sure, but it happened none the less) discussing the finer points of the art. However, when the Heresy took place, Celestus had to be convinced to turn on the Emperor. It took only the intervention of a demon. In his crusades he had found a small sculpture of exquisite design of an odd figure. He strove to recreate it on a larger scale. In frustration at one point, Celestus smashed the figurine thus releasing the trapped demon within. He inhaled it and now shares his skull with the demon.

It was this entity that drove him to mad pleasure heights on the battlefield. Celestus began to enjoy the feel of combat. He enjoyed his victims blood raining on his face as he severed limbs, heads, and split bellies. He would lick his weapons clean of the wondrous liquid. Nothing could keep him from closing on the enemy if ever there was a chance. Except of course for the plasma gun. The heat as it spewed from his weapon. The way his foe screamed as the liquid fire enveloped them. The way he could see their corpse disintegrate. It was excess in its finest!

So it went for many a year. Celestus and his demon friend grew in power and bond. Over time his victories grew in splendor, and they pleasure Slaanesh so. Thus he was granted demon-hood.

He has been exploring the Hulk for sculptures for the past 12 years, and slaying anything he has come upon.

Forces:

Celestus leads a band of:
-30 Emperor's Children
3 squads of ten each armed with a plasma gun and plasma cannon

-10 noise marines
8 sonic blasters
2 blastmasters

-10 possessed marines
10 bolt pistols and chainswords

-roughly 35 demonettes (the number changes constantly as some are killed and others coalesce with their peers to share in Celestus' pleasures)
each is armed with a blade in one hand and a chitaneous claw in place of the other

-10 chaos hounds (in fittingly Slaaneshi appearance: no fur, simply pink, wet, slimy skin)

-128 cultists (these were gathered before he entered the hulk. At that time they were 754.)
Each is armed with a lasgun and knife, though some have plasma pistols

Of course you can join! But, only 1300 years old? In material terms he'd be about 13000 years old.. but in the warp, time is meaningless.

Darkvoidof40k wrote:Of course you can join! But, only 1300 years old? In material terms he'd be about 13000 years old.. but in the warp, time is meaningless.

Then ya I got the age wrong. I was shooting for him being around 30 in M29. So its fixed now.

OOC:

Cue a piece of RP born out of boredom.

BIC:

inhaling a large breath of smoke, he reached for his cigar and put it between his fingers, out of between his lips.

"You know, I reckon we need to frag this Machine Man after all." Charkos said to his squad sergeants.

"Do you reckon the meltas will be enough, boss?" Blach asked.

"It would do the trick," Charkos replied. "But we need something more fancy." he said, grinning.

He dropped back again, back in his seat. He raised his cigar to his lips again, inhaling the next toxic fume.

Shock and awe, age old tactic that still worked. Martelius had on purpose provoked the guardsmen, so he could have excuse to show his martial strength.
It was better to be feared than loved, he thought.

opening his vox-transmitter, he called his second in command, Tribune Vlad
++Vlad come in++
++Receiving, adept Martelius++
++are the servitors ready++
++first and second are fully combat ready, but rest are hardy in shape to walk++
++and the reason for this is?++
++poison,sir. someone injected them with very large of dose of onslaught++
++well at least we have our heavy bolters ready.meet me lander 10++
++yes sir! Vlad out++

closing the channel, Martelius turned to other channel, one that was connected to little listening devise hided during maintenance.

OOC edit: honestly i didn't see your newest update

"Guess we'll have to wait for the right moment then. " Sergeant Volstec continued the plotting.

The mood in the lander was odd. Normally, the Ousians would sit still, wait for the moment to drop. Now, after three times being delayed, they looked happy.

The men were laughing, Mohan played his banjo, ... it seemed they thought it would be easy, like they didn't expect any resistance on the hulk.

Smoke filled the lander, lho sticks, cigars, and other contraband means of leisure clogged the vision with smoke. It was like the bars back on Ousia.

Devastator wrote:

OOC edit: honestly i didn't see your newest update

Meh, doesn't matter.

Darkvoidof40k wrote:

Arken Vul'tan01 wrote:

Scrazza wrote:OOC

@Arken

Will it be stong enough to ram through the space Hulk's hull? I dunno... ... it will most certainly smash into pieces.

OOC
Guns? Lascannons and missles should do the trick!

Yeah.. about that..

Anyone mind waiting for me to actually decide what the Space Hulk looks like?

The odd piece of glass, maybe.. but I'm probably going to (laziness depending) event the whole thing.

Ermm.. I think it looks like a large battle barge with a kill Krozza smasheinto the front of it. And many smaller ships tangled between the two. Remants of a planet on it aswell, explains Necron presence. Also means there are gateways into it because it is part battle barge. Maybe a part eldar craftworld. And maybe some small mycetic spores stuck to it too like large zits?
But that is my veiw of the Hulk.
I have a better image of Glaudian because he is in termi amour.

Maybe the space hulk looks a bit like this?



Yes, the head on top is a daemonic mutation.

Smashed into a battle barge? Please!

how about orky death star?

meh, I dunno, it's Darko's call.

It's the size of a large moon. So it's about as big as anything else ever encountered . It has tech from the Dark Age of Technology, including weapons and shields.. in total, if one were to pull appart every ship from the Hulk, they would find 797 vessels in total. This includes eleven ships of Battle-Barge size (just for scale purposes), 48 Ork Kroozers (there was a rather incidental collision this one time you see.. and more than one Waaagh! has deliberately boarded it, only to realise their mistake once they can't escape).. as before said, a Hive ship completely immersed into part of the Space Hulk, which is still churning out Tyranids, ancient Eldar craft.. and far, far more. I'll leave it for you guys to deside what it looks like for yourselves, but we'll be able to establish a few facts along the way.

But just try to imagine an actual mass of ships THE SIZE OF A MOON! Very big.. about 1/3rd the size of Planet Earth. Nothing even compares to that.

But the maddening exterior of the Tomb Sanguinis is as nothing to the horrors you will meet along the way.. for who can truly say what beats in the twisted heart of this Space Hulk? Will you survive long enough to find out? For all inhabitants know not to venture within kilometres of there..

Darko can you change my image to the new one I have supplied please. Thank you!

((

But just try to imagine an actual mass of ships THE SIZE OF A MOON! Very big.. about 1/3rd the size of Planet Earth. Nothing even compares to that.

yo momma's so fat obi wan said: that's no moon! THATS YO MOMMA! jkjkjk sorry I couldn't help myself.))

Old dude, old .

Am I missing something dark? Am I now an active character or does that only happen when I'm added to the OP?

I'd like to start RPing, but not if it would be for nothing ya know?

Yeah, you can start roleplaying.

Glaudain sat in the Storm Raven with the purifiers. The hulk looked really close from the Battle Barge but in truth it was futher away than it looked. The very size of the Hulk dwarfed the ballte barge behind them. It had already felt like 2hours. All the Grey Knights were in prayer.

eep! Parents/GCSE evening tomorrow..

Ah well, I'll see about doing some event later tonight if I haven't already collapsed with tiredness/reached the point of no return of fatigue.

*Sits on a chair, surrounded by edible stuff (not always edible, just things to chew on), waiting for the inevitable doom of the approaching event*

Hm. Pointless grammatical detail-picking and whining: activate!

Where you wrote "doom of the approaching event", I assume you are referring to the doom it will supposedly cause, not in fact, some unknown force that will cause the doom of the event.

Yeah, you can tell I'm bored.

Yes, I meant the doom it will cause.

Doesn't matter I'm bored as well. I have some math to study,...but I'm bored.

Maths is the suckage. I hate it. I was doubly disappointed to return home and find two brand new Maths GCSE books sitting on my bed.

DAMN YOU PARENTS!

'til then.. make something happen.. I dunno, have some guy get possessed or something.. or have the Space Hulk fire some uber laser that destroys stuff.

*gasps* yep, there will be DOOM.

Pahah, that wasn't a trailer, that was an order! Get writing!

And do make sure something interesting happens.. Perhaps leave me something to expand on later..

It's not the taking part that counts.. it's the amount of stuff that dies.

Meh, I think I have RP'ed enough before the start of the roleplay. I currently have around of 10 in character posts, and the RP's not even underway.

oh, and by the way, I have left you with something interesting already. The grudge between the Ousians and Devastator's Tech Priest.

ooc btw my servitors look something like this
oh yeah i upgraded my retinue, hope you don't mind dark?
and at last, is Martelius starting to act like tech-priest

BIC
Martelius walked to hanger 27 and found Vlad already waiting. Skitaari officer clad in gray armor and wearing red rode was already intimidating to nearby guardsmen even without two zombie like servitors flanking him who both wear ed the same gray armor and where armed with heavy bolter and combat shield welded into their hands

"where are the rest?" Martelius asked
"Hyspasists Horst and Garal are escorting our newest trooper here as we speak" Vlad answered in machine like voice
"new trooper?"
"yes adept, following our event with servitors, i reported it to arch-magos as written in protocol. As response he sent Praetorian to support us"
"Praetorian?"

if as response giant entered the hangar.
standing over 9 feet tall and clad in the same gray battle armor as the rest.His left hand was replaced with massive assault cannon and his in place of his right hand was heavy power claw.Flanking him were the Horst and Garal, skitaari troopers clad in same way as their commander.

"Predatorian unit #54345, call name Jurten. Reporting for combat service on space hulk Tomb Sanguinis under command of tech-priest Martelius"
Jurten said in booming metallic voice

under his hood Martelius was smiling

Character name: Zachie Kias
Character age: 46
Character race: Imperial Guard
Character profession: Veteran Kasrkin
Character personality: Loyal, Battle-Hardened
Character appearance: As standard kasrkin, brown average hair
Character height: average adult male
Character equipment: bolter, smatchet (commando machete/dagger), MAC-style autopistol
Character bio/background story: generic

When will this game take place/how?

@Peatreed - make sure to read the earlier pages. The roleplay has already started.

Alright good. My RP will be in this post shortly. I've been modeling for the past couple hours and I'm afraid the glue has gotten to my head (quite literally, I forgot to open a window...) so consider this a brief place-holder.

Marcus was on one of his daily walks along the corridors of ship he was awaiting the landings on. Today his walk had led him past; the ships vox officer where Marcus had inquired about the expected arrival of the Deathwatch contingent, "still days out" he'd been told, the hangers where he had conversed with the pilots of the Thunderbolt escort and the Avus landers and through a hanger full of troops from the imperial guard and the Adeptus Mechanicus. There had been a massive giant of metal there standing close to 9ft tall, an incredibly intimidating sight for most men but he had had dealings with the Mechanicus before as Inquisitor Felix's understudy.

On the planet of Pharix Three the mere rumor of a fragment of STC machine had brought a large force of the AdMech to the planet, literally tearing it apart to find the sacred object. This unfortunately coincided with the investigation of the planets dealings with xenos. As it turned out, the AdMech had gone and torn huge parts out of what the Xenos species known Eldar classified as a maiden world. Marcus studies had led him to the conclusion that unnecessarily provoking the eldar was never a good idea.

The lush planet soon became a battleground, thousands of humans were killed in the fight against these aliens. Once the war was over, all that remained of the planet was a barren world covered in trenches, fortifications and dead land. For what? Nothing but a rumor which turned out to be false! Marcus understood that STC's were some of the most important finds in all of human history but the way the AdMech had reacted had annoyed Marcus, that they would cause such death and undermine the authority of the inquisition for a mere rumor.

He chuckled at the memory, at least they didn't need to continue their investigations much longer...



OoC: Thought I'd add some back story to my character and set up a reason for some bitter rivalry with this.

Hmm, waiting for a major event to roll with.

@ Wizard - nice, but speech marks at the beginning and end of your IC posts are unnecessary.

@Mordoskul - it'll happen as soon as it happens. While I have not written anything yet, I have been thinking of ideas for the event.

So rest assured, while it won't be too big, it'll be thought-out.

Darkvoidof40k wrote:@ Wizard - nice, but speech marks at the beginning and end of your IC posts are unnecessary.

Thanks, I'll keep that in mind for later on

Celestus stepped back from his newest sculpture. This one was of a [censored] with a [censored] on its [censored] doing [censored] next to a large [censored] in front of some other [censored] (Slaanesh is far too pleasure-minded for G-Rated boards...). It utterly failed to capture the image in his head. While the gifts given him by his most wonderful of God's were quite adept at their rending, incinerating, and stabbing objectives, they just didn't make for good sculpting tools. But what else was he to use on such a derelict rock of boredom and failure?!

This place had brought none of the riches Celestus had invisioned. Not a single sculpture of any magnificence was to be found in the entire hulk (at least not in the bits that he had personally born witness to). It was frustrating in the least!

Oh sure, the hulk had given life to some debauchery. There were a myriad of haunts to slay and creepers to rend limb-from-limb, but his hoard was getting restless. Why just the other day he had found a whole mass of cultists simply [censored] in a large clump of flesh and bodies in an antechamber not from here. What base delights they had fallen to!

No, no, there was more to be had the voice in his head had told him many a time. Pleasure and pain in equal measure were soon to come...

Your censoring makes your roleplays less interesting and more unrealistic. This is the roleplay board; you can write pretty much anything here because.. it's fiction..

Obviously, "apply common sense here" applies here.

Yes, guys, I know you're all bored off your asses waiting.. but I'll at least make a start on the event tonight, and at best - finish it! We'll just see.. but make sure to remind me to not do a 5600 word event this time..

Type Type.

I am waiting untill I can board.

Darkvoidof40k wrote:'til then.. make something happen.. I dunno, have some guy get possessed or something.. or have the Space Hulk fire some uber laser that destroys stuff.

(Okay, if you insist...... )

After the boyz had dispersed, Warklaw got his nobs together for a meeting/drunken brawl where he outlined the things to be done that day by generally throwing his weight around and bashing his boyz on the head. After that buisiness was taken care of an his boyz got the messages out, he figured he'd see what his big meks were up to.

Warklaw walked into the massive firing bay of a direlict kruzer and foung his meks buisily scrapping together and fixing up a really big cannon that had been slewed in the mouth of the giant ship before it had become part of the hulk. His mek boyz, headed by the big mek Gutkrunch, had been slowly fixing the gun in a maddened attempt to restore it to firing condition.

Warklaw walked right up to Gutkrunch who was a very large ork in his own right. When the mek saw his boss he turned to him.

"Ey dere boss! Be wit ya in a sec!"

With that, Gutkrunch bent over and pulled out a small grot who was holding onto some piece of gadgetry for dear life, Gutkrunch quickly seperated the gretchin from its prize and threw him across the chamber. Gutkrunch turned back to his boss, the little metal thing in his paw

"Wot kin I do fer ya boss?"

"Me tinks its abot time ta fire dat big gun Gutz" Warklaw said with a tusky grin.

Gutkrunch smiled and turned to yell at his mek boyz. "Zogoff ya buggerz Wez firin da gun!"

With a WAAAGH!!!! the boyz clambered away and the gun was fired, much to the glee of the boyz, all accept for the ones who were roasted alive by the backwash, the projectile, the size of a small ship itself, flew from the side of the hulk, right toward the ships that were surrounding it.....

Excellent.. Scrazza, take it from there if you please..

Can I commence boarding?

No, but you can commence the pre-boarding commencement.

Nah, just roleplay some ships getting blown up or something. Scramble your forces, maybe. Kill a bunch of your regiment.. make your dudes get all fired up for vengeance perhaps. I dunno. Use the creativity that I, God, blessed you with.

alright, I'll write something up writhing two hours from now. Damn homework, I still have to do something for english class

I hear that! Got a bunch of Maths I should be doing.. right.. about.. half an hour ago.. hmm... [insert facepalm Ork here] [facepalm Ork insertion completed]

maths you say? I have to do some exercises on phrasal verbs. easiest bullgak there is.

Maths is pretty gaycrap for me.. especially considering it's shapes. But we got it last ]week on Wednesday.. and it's due tomorrow - since when did Mr. Evil give us more than a week to do homework? When?!

In fact, there was this one day where he actually smiled.. I'm worried about him.

When our maths teacher is correcting tests, he smiles whenever someone makes a mistake. That guy has issues.

Last year, my friend and I both got 106/150 on a test. We got a higher grade than everybody else by ONE mark. Another friend of mine managed to get 105. Boy was he annoyed.

But that teacher from last year had a policy: if you thought he had not given you a mark wrongly but it turned out he had been right in the first place he would deduct the mark from your score.

bah, teachers suck dude. But for now, we should just get back on topic

Event

The Tomb Sanguinis shuddered as a crude, but ridiculously massive cannon that was at least seventy-five Kilometres long sent a massive shell sailing through the ether towards the far away Imperial Fleet. The surprised fleet, having not been fired on until yet, were completely taken aback. The Vox was a useless mess of astounded men and women shouting. Several vessels attempted to break formation. Most succeeded. However, the Capitol ship of the fleet, a behemoth of a vessel, took the brunt of the blast on her starboard side. Her void shields overloaded and the once proud ship was wracked with firestorms and secondary explosions. Thousands died instantly. The ship, named Venator shuddered and a great sound - though silent in the void, announced the breaking of thousands of bulkheads and the tearing of ancient metal as the Venator broke clean in two. Though there wasn't much left of the two remaining pieces as they burned up and exploded until they ceased to exist. Two Sword-class Frigates were obliterated in the blast as well.

Aboard a great complex structure of indefinable nature - although it was perhaps once a vessel of the Astartes Legions - stood a giant named Karnek. He smiled his vicious smile, relishing the death that he knew had just occurred. But it was just the beginning. The savages had begun the battle, but their pea-shooter was as nothing to the arsenal of destructive weapons he had at his disposal. He turned from the view-screen, and spoke to Darul, his Lieutenant. "Prepare the Lance batteries and Nova cannons for firing! We will begin the feast by destroying their precious vessels.. and let the survivors come for us; full of delicious rage and fury. Then, much blood will be spilled. I'm sure this will please the Berserkers to no end."
"Yes, my Lord!" Darul replied.
"What is the current status of the Berserkers?"
"I believe they were slaughtering Greenskins in section Delta 9/52. That fool Iran was after that Ork Warboss, last I heard."
Karnek smiled, "there will be no stopping him then. Order him to report to me immediately when he is finished with his games - if he survives at all. That Warboss has earned a reputation aboard the Hulk. Though I am not concerned with him, that slaughterer Iran lacks any skill. He is just a madman fuelled by Khorne, and I will not be surprised if his skull finds its place upon a trophy rack."

Whilst Karnek had been ranting, Darul had been inputting orders into his Cogitator, and sure enough, the massive Lance batteries opened up - the great searing beam of energy leaving a permanent scar on the retinas of those not genhanced as Astartes such as he was. He grinned darkly within his helmet as more Imperial ships were destroyed; whereas their pitiful firepower merely detonated or dissipated upon the ancient shields protecting the Tomb Sanguinis. They would never gain entry. The Hulk was impervious to anything they might face, having ancient shields from the Dark Age of Technology that their Dark Mechanicus Priests were still only just understanding in the slightest. Darul grimaced at the thought of the soulless, mechanical beings of the Dark Mechanicum that kept the Hulk running. Still, they had their uses. Without them, there would be no controlling the Tomb Sanguinis. His thoughts were interrupted by Karnek speaking again.
"Lower a section of the shields in one of the lower sections," the Chaos Lord ordered.
"What?" Darul exclaimed.
"As I said, we let the survivors come to us. It will be good to face new opponents, to savor their flesh and their screams as we hack them down," Karnek licked his lips in anticipation.
"Very well, but don't blame me if they do not survive the lower levels - you know what dwells down there and you dare not venture."
"Silence, you impetent scum! You dare to suggest I am afraid of anything? I fear nothing!" Karnek retorted in rage, although personally he agreed with Darul. The lower levels were where the Daemons and Necrontyr dwelled, along with other beasts so vile that they were beyond understanding.

Darul did as he was ordered, and lowered a portion of the shields and opened the hanger doors of one of the vessels trapped down there to allow the Imperial forces to board. He turned in surprise as one of the view screens blipped, so as to catch his attention. Almost immediately as the shields had dropped, mutliple vessels - known as Storm Ravens - flew straight towards it. What worried him however, was the silver paint and the Inquisitorial iconography that they bore. "Grey Knights!" He hissed. Karnek turned, his armored boot scraping the metal deck. "What? Grey Knights?" Then he began to laugh, almost delusionally. "Then the Daemons will be of no trouble it seems! We will have foes worthy of facing us after all!"

Karnek stalked off to prepare his hundreds of Traitor Marine warriors, laughing in twisted joy as he did so, leaving Darul behind him. Turning back to his screens, Darul removed his helmet, spitting on the metal floor - the acid in his saliva partially melting the ancient metal - as a sign of disgust. Karnek was a fool. Power had twisted him, time aboard the Hulk had driven him insane and he had lost almost all of his tactical acumen. He had been a great warrior and commander once, however now he was just a killer, albeit far for deadly than the Berserker Iran. Knowing the opportunity that the fates had presented him, he began to make some "preparations" of his own.

Okay guys, I know it's not a very good event, but I'm really tired tonight and still have far too much work to do . Make of it what you will; it seems obvious who's doing what to me.

Expect proper GMing on the weekend.

Character name: Brother feris night
character age: 100
character race: Imperium - human
Character profession: Black templar marshal
character personality: fine warrior, helps his fellow battle brothers.
character appearance: short black hair, pale eyes.
Character height: 6.5 feet
Character equipment: power sword, holy bolter, holy orb of arntioch, space marine power armour and iron halo.
Character bio/background story: a vetran of armageddon he slayed champions of chaos and crush the tyranids in many battles.

After the firing of the great gun, many of the boyz were roused and shouts of orky WAAGHs echoed through the holds. At Warklaw's orders, his second in command, a Nob named Borkut, had many trukks, buggies, and looted vehicles brought up and soon, several hundred boyz filled them. Warklaw took his position in the back of his personal trukk next to Borgut.

"Well den, Borgutz, wot ar we smashin today besides da umies shipz?"

"Dem chaoz boyz is givin sum ov ower boyz a bit of a mukkin over dat way, boss."

"Dat so?"

Warklaw looked out over the horde behind him, it filled him with orky pride to see all the green faces of his boyz lookin back at him with their choppas, shootas, burnas and other killy implements clutched to them. Warklaw raised his massive powerklaw and his chain axe as his pet squig jumped aboard, wagging its stubby tail in excitement.

"Redy fer a WAAAGH!!! boyz?!?!"

The answer was given in a truly orky fashion, and making as much noise as possible as the horde went down the corridor, towards the sounds of battle.

interesting. expect my piece of RP tomorrow

I may do some RP soon but because the bording phase has not begun yet I am stuck for ideas

The ship rocked and shook as blast wave from the shell hit Marcus' ship that he was waiting on. Within seconds the corridors were filled with imperial navy personnel. Klaxons were blaring, bells were ringing; a group of men equipped for fire fighting ran quickly past in the direction of one of the fighter or bomber decks. Smaller impacts continued to shake the ship, Marcus pushed his way through the crowd towards his room trying to keep upright. Once he reached it he found Robur and another man dressed in the uniform of an engineering sergeant waiting for him. There was no one else in the room. Impacts still shook the ship.

"Enlighten me." Marcus sighed as he sat into an armchair.

"A shell recently struck the Capitol ship Venator, a super high caliber shell demolished it's superstructure and the ship was annihilated as the reactors went critical." Robur started.

"These impacts we're feeling are from parts of the ship and also lance fire from multiple lance batteries based on the hulk, about here" The sergeant put a data slate on the table pointing to a small red dot on a zoomed in picture of the hulk. "Sensors indicated that a section of shield in this sector has been weakened by an unknown force. If a landing force broke through here they could fight their way up and knock out those lance's."

"Interesting, Robur, find a..." Marcus stopped for a second to can the data slate, "Lieutenant Charkos; I've heard the name before and if I'm correct I'll need this man's particular skill's."

"Inquisitor, Lieutenant Charkos platoon is due to depart for the hulk any second know, is it wise to pull him out right before a drop?" Robur asked deftly.

"If he is unavailable get a vox link to him, use a secure channel"

"Certainly Inquisitor" and with that Robur left leaving the sergeant alone.

"Anything else?" Marcus asked testily. He knew he would have a ton of paper work to do...

"Inquisitor, your plan to enter the hulk via Avus Lighters is not going to work." The sergeant started bluntly. Marcus smiled, few people were this blunt to an inquisitor, it was nice to know the men he had already chosen had some confidence. The sergeant seemed to be waiting for the inquisitor to say something, after an awkward moment Marcus made a 'go on...' motion with his hand. "Well, for started their hanger was hit pretty hard, secondly, if you think those small craft will have any chance against the amount of fire coming at us then you're frankly insane, and finally you're going to need a lot more support than 10 men to take on this hulk." The sergeant stood stiffly. No change in posture.

Marcus chuckled to himself. "It's nice to know I have men with strong views, I'll see if I can obtain alternate transport..."

"Thanks you Inquisitor", the sergeant saluted and turned to leave.

"Oh and sergeant, your name?"

"Domini, Inquisitor; Sergeant Kyrus Domini."


Ooc: don;t worry about us waiting dark, I've recently been buried under work and I know it isn't a nice feeling to have when you have deadlines coming up and still a ton of work to do.

I'll be adding my RP tonight.

Can we board now?

@wizard: I'll rp a piece first thing tomorrow after school. I gotta go to sleep now. -_-

Zariel ran down the corridor at top speed, his whirring chainaxe clenched tightly in his massive fist. The rest of the Berserker squad ran in loose formation behind the massive Skulltaker, their vox units alive with chanted prayers to Khorne as they rushed to the slaughter. Several hours ago, the group had received a transmission informing them of Ork activity in the lower levels. The Sons of Khorne were all too eager to test themselves ini battle against the green brutes. As the rusted door whooshed open with a clang, the squad entered a massive, deserted chamber, with a rounded dome for a roof. An observatory of some kind, guessed Zariel. With a clang, the door slammed shut, trapping them alone in the domed room. The Berserkers howled in fury, and vented their rage on the door, cutting long gouges in the steel plating. "Don't waste your time! Seek the foe!" Bellowed the Skulltaker, his murderlust since building to dangerous levels. As he searched about the observatory with blood-shot eyes, a high-pitched mocking laugh echoed throughout the entire chamber, filled with equal parts mirth and malice. A tall figure dressed in morbid jester's motley holding a lethal looking weapon hovered above the ground, his face a mass of changing features. He giggled, then fired the weapon, which struck a Berserker in the chest. The traitor marine looked down at the wound for a second before he exploded, raining chunks of meat down on his fellows. Zariel gave the order, and the Berserkers charged the mocking figure. Stowing the weapon in a strap behind his back, the figure drew a pair of slender power swords, which he twirled in the air as he walked calmly to meet the attack. Ramos charged the being with an overhanded smash with his chainaxe, but the specter chortled as he sidestepped, slicing the Berserker's belly open and spilling his entrails onto the floor, before decapitating him with a lazy backhanded blow. The next two were unable to find their heads as the figure leapt high in the air, dropping to the ground without a sound, his shoulders heaving with insane laughter. Zariel felt his blood run cold. What manner of daemon was this? In his centuries of death and murder, he had never seen anything like the howling figure. Raising his chainaxe high, the Skulltaker charged, only to find that his prey was gone. Zariel felt a stabbing pain in his gut, and he looked downwards. The blade of a slender sword protruded from his midsection, twisting cruelly as it was withdrawn. Snarling, Zariel twirled his weapon around, swiping at his attacker. The figure ducked under the lethal arc, stabbing him through the ribs with another of his blades. Bellowing in rage, the Skulltaker, made a final attack, throwing himself into his foe. The figure giggled as his white blades flashed upwards, and Zariel's severed arms landed on the deck with a thump. Blood spurting from the stumps, the Berserker fell to his knees, the mocking laugh the last thing he heard as his head left his shoulders.

Arken Vul'tan01 wrote:I may do some RP soon but because the bording phase has not begun yet I am stuck for ideas

FM Ninja 048 wrote:Can we board now?

My friends, I was sure I made that clear in the event. If not.. yes, you can. Infact, Arken, your GKs are virtually almost aboard now. I suggest that you both re-read the event for clarification.

sorry but im going to have to wait till monday to post my part going on holiday

black templar wrote:Character name: Brother feris night
character age: 132
character race: Imperium - Adeptus Astartes
Character profession: Black Templar Marshal
character personality: A Fine warrior, helps his fellow battle brothers.
character appearance: short black hair, pale eyes.
Character height: 9.5 feet
Character equipment: Power sword, holy bolter, holy orb of antioch, Power armour and an Iron Halo.
Character bio/background story: a veteran of the Armageddon wars, he has fought and bested champions of chaos and crushed Tyranid bio-monstrosities in many battles.

Feel free to join, but make sure to re-read the roleplay so you're up-to-date on what's happened.

Also, I edited your character profile to make more sense. But I'm getting the impression your grammar/writing skills aren't the best, so may I suggest you use a spell checker before posting?

im 15 and my grammer sucks i know thanks for helping

As the Hulk shook violently with the force of the Cannon firing, Old Sawbones looked up from his minstrations upon another unfortunate corpse with, if he still had emotion, a mixture of irritation and curiosity. He dismissed it as probably being the work of the Green-skinned savages. Sawbones regarded Greenskins as impassively as he did everything else, but it couldn't be denied that they'd been a thorn in his metal side on more than one occasion.
The Hulk rocked again, this time making the Necron turn away from the body completely in annoyance. Moving over to an ancient, makeshift scanner, Sawbones saw a multitude of ships approaching his home. Outsiders. Sawbones cocked his head to the side thoughtfully; he was, as far as he knew, the oldest creature currently aboard the Hulk, but even he couldn't remember the last time someone from the Outside entered the Tomb. This warranted his attention.
Casting both of his ghostly emerald eyes into the gloom of his lair, Sawbones noted two of his ghoulish disciples exiting the dark. No mortal call had summoned them, but still they had come. Turning and following their master's nod towards the door of the Tomb, the Flayed ones moved out into the realm of the living once more.

(OOC: sorry for not keeping updated and for this being quite short, but History homework is just TOO FUN!!!1!!1 Five page essay on how the Modern perceptions of the Teutonic knights have been affected by Nazism GO!)

Charkos sat in his restraint seat, next to his kinsmen, tucked away for the inevitable boarding. The men were roused now, the shelling shuddered them awake. Now they know for sure there is Ork presence on the thing, the only creatures mad enough to shoot such a thing.

"Lets' vrek things up." An Ousian named Keehan mused.

Mohan had safely tucked his banjo away under his restraint seat. Blach had sheathed his machete across his right leg, as usual.

"2 Minutes 'til boarding!" Charkos yelled, checking his chrono.

"Brave as a Gator, though as Gatorskin boots!" Sergeant Pulver shouted acrsoss the belly of the lander.

The men roared their approval. The shelling had destroyed more then the flag ship. Another troop transport, carrying the 259th Ousian Riverine, was obliterated in the blast as well. The men wanted revenge.

Suddenly, the pilot walked over towards Charkos.

"Sir," the pilot started "a vox message for you."

The pilot unplugged his earplugs, and gave them over to Charkos. Lieutenant Charkos listened to what the man had to say.

"Swamp Rats! Listen up!" he yelled, with a hint of disappointment.

"There will be an inquisitor joining us!"

The men sniggered, they weren't used to outsiders.

"Better holler your arse over here, Inquisitor, we board in two minutes." Charkos whispered into the vox.

If I may, I'd like to add that 97.6% of the Universes' inhabitants are unaware of what an Inquisitor is and the existance of the Inquisition. They're just mythical beings from an organisation that is barely more than a legend to most.

They would be more suprised, and most definitely fearful, I think.

Little lord Fauntleroy wrote:(OOC: sorry for not keeping updated and for this being quite short, but History homework is just TOO FUN!!!1!!1 Five page essay on how the Modern perceptions of the Teutonic knights have been affected by Nazism GO!)

I'm going to assume sarcasm and also pretend to understand the topic of your essay. But five pages? Pschaw! That is nothing.

The storm ravens tore a hole in the hulk. Shrapnel and other materials flew out into the vastness of space. The storm Hawks touched down and the grey Knights clambered out.

Hm, rather brief, don't you think, Arken?

Darkvoidof40k wrote:

Little lord Fauntleroy wrote:(OOC: sorry for not keeping updated and for this being quite short, but History homework is just TOO FUN!!!1!!1 Five page essay on how the Modern perceptions of the Teutonic knights have been affected by Nazism GO!)

I'm going to assume sarcasm and also pretend to understand the topic of your essay. But five pages? Pschaw! That is nothing.

Good. Of course. And I'm a lazy git with other things on his mind at the minute.

I am now confused. But the latter end of your sentence makes sense, in the greatest of ways possible..

But, was playing a Necron character particularly wise, LLF? Not much room for character in there.. so if you ever feel like suffering an early death.. and inventing a new character.. or anything.. just let me know .

I'm just kidding../expect bloodbath.

Darkvoidof40k wrote:I am now confused. But the latter end of your sentence makes sense, in the greatest of ways possible..

But, was playing a Necron character particularly wise, LLF? Not much room for character in there.. so if you ever feel like suffering an early death.. and inventing a new character.. or anything.. just let me know .

I'm just kidding../expect bloodbath.

Consider yourself lucky, I was going to be a Tyranid. However the little voice inside my head stopped me, which is a shame because I normally listen to the louder little voice inside my head which is shouting "LEEROYYY, JENK-INS!".

Shame, and I was just getting to like my Freddy-Krueger surgeon Necron. Ah well, I need to go and argue with mother dearest some more anyway. Adios Totos.


Important note: I am not nor have I ever been on any form of recreational drug.

Well.. Hormones could concievably be considered a form of naturally-imposing drug..

Sorry I am really out of ideas atm.

Then yes, I'm on that.

Little lord Fauntleroy wrote:Shame, and I was just getting to like my Freddy-Krueger surgeon Necron.

I have no problem with your Necron character, and he will certainly be a pleasure to read about as he continues to butcher stuff in new and exciting ways.. but I think perhaps that any writer that is taking the point-of-view of a Necron needs to seriously capitalize on the "fear-factor" of the Necron's in order to compensate for their relative lack of emotion and thought. But I'll admit, it is a daunting prospect for any writer, I'm sure. Kudos to you if you manage to pull it off!

And we really need to get roleplaying guys.. I don't want to lose another thread!

Darkvoidof40k wrote:

Little lord Fauntleroy wrote:Shame, and I was just getting to like my Freddy-Krueger surgeon Necron.

I have no problem with your Necron character, and he will certainly be a pleasure to read about as he continues to butcher stuff in new and exciting ways.. but I think perhaps that any writer that is taking the point-of-view of a Necron needs to seriously capitalize on the "fear-factor" of the Necron's in order to compensate for their relative lack of emotion and thought. But I'll admit, it is a daunting prospect for any writer, I'm sure. Kudos to you if you manage to pull it off!

And we really need to get roleplaying guys.. I don't want to lose another thread!

Is that a challenge?
And yes, I will shut up and go back to my cave. FREEDOM!

LIMITED. FREEDOM!







edit: Just getting a bit of attention here; what does everyone think of my sadly-true signature?

ooc cool i guess

bic

This carrier was small, at least for his power armored body, Martelius thought. His squad had cramped into lander alongside guard platoon. Jurten was so large that he had to crawl into the carrier to fit at all.

Vlad was sitting opposite of him flanked by two other skitaari troopers, and next to Martelius were the servitors, dead still and waiting for battle.

"Sir, why dint we use the designated transport?" asked Vlad in binary
"it had some...problems" Martelius answered. He dint want to tell, that real reason was that it was full of heretics.

satisfied with answer, Vlad returned to checking his war-gear and Martelius did the same.
raising his power axe and checking that its rotation gears for its teeth and power field generator. after being satisfield with the axe he did checks for his bolter that replaced his left hand, and then finally raising his servo-arm, its small circular blades whirling as if anticipating the coming slaughter while the plasma cutter mounted between the two blades stayed quiet.

meanwhile the guardsmen where trying to get hell away from the engiseer.

Robur walked briskly into Marcus' room, halting Marcus in the middle of reading a data slate with a look of importance.

"Inquisitor, the lieutenant has voxed back a message saying he is leaving within two minutes."

"Then we'll have to join them then, get the men onto that carrier as quickly as possible." Marcus said as he lept from his chair, taking his sheathed sword from it's case and tucking an extra powercell in his pocket for his hell pistol which he kept on a holster under his arm.

"I've already had them start moving towards the lander."

"Including the engineers and all the kit?"

"Yes inquisitor."

"Wonderful job, lets get down there shall we?"

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The high speed elevator opened out into the landing hanger. They had arrived with at less than a minute to spare. As Marcus crossed the hanger towards the assault lander, he spotted a recently arrived Sergeant Domini overseeing the loading of the bulky equipment, hammering on a cargo door of the lander and proceeding to shout "Room for a little 'un?" in the general direction of the cockpit. Even though there was no chance of the pilot hearing him over the din of the hanger the door opened quickly and the engineers moved the cyclopes loaded with kit on to the lander with the aid of some somewhat disgruntled looking guardsmen.

further along the lander a smaller door was open and a flight officer was beckoning Marcus towards him. Marcus ran to the door and the officer helped him get into the lander, his retinue nearby.

Finally after a long time coming, Marcus was headed for the hulk.

The horde of Warklaw's orks belched out of the hallways and corridors as more and more bands and mobs answered the maddening roars of his own original hordes. soon the horde was headed straight for the outer areas of the ork's territory. Warklaw, leading his mob, burst out with his red painted vehicles around him into an enormous hangar space where his boyz were already battling the chaos berzerkers.

With an orky yell, Warklaw pointed his power claw at the enemy, egging his boyz on into a frenzy of a green charge, each boy wrestling for a place in the mosh. His own trukk barreled over the bodies of his own boyz to get to the berzerkers on the other side.

Warklaw swiped his chainaxe back and forth over the side of his speeding trukk, a tusky grin on his face set wider and wider as the berzerkers' heads detached from their bodies. Soon though, Warklaw's trukk was brought down in the frenzy and he jumped out, quaking the deck beneath his feet with his massive weight. He looked around him, his augumetic eye allowing him to see past the darkness and gun flashes to get at the chaos boyz that charged him and his retinue of boyz and nobz.

Warklaw roared as he swung both of his weapons in the tight melee, eviscerating gleefully left and right, soon the blood of the marines and cultists covered him. Warklaw roared to his boyz all around him.

"Dis iz a WAAAAAGH!!! Royt and propar! Letz git stuk in boyz!!!"

Warklaw's boyz roared and fought with new fury, clashing with all their orky implements as they often do. Even Izzy, at his master's side, was gleefully pounding away at the berzerkers with Warklaw's custom shoota attached to his spine.

Warklaw rested his gore ridden axe on his shoulder and surveyed the scene to find a greater challenge than these wimpy chaos boyz. He found what he was looking for across the chamber as he witnessed one of the berzerkers ripping the spine out of one of his nobz. Warklaw had fought many chaos boyz on this hulk but he had never taken the skull of one of the so called "skull championz"

Warklaw waded through his own boyz and yelled for them to stay back.

"I want dis wun's skull fer me pole!" he shouted, revving ups his chain axe and charging the berzerker leader with a hearty and raucous roar.

The thunderhawk gunship fought through the field of asteroids surrounding the hulk, it blasted the large ones out of it's path with bursts of heavy bolter and lascannon fire. smaller rocks impacted the assault craft, cracking the windshield and impacting the wings.

"there's to much debris here, we've got to peel off, Brother, it's your call" the pilot shouted over the vox

"Continue brother, this is the weakest area"

the stormtroopers looked at each other through their faceplates, they could hear the space marines on the local vox, but couldn't chip in.

---time lapse of lapseness---

"we're through, stand by to... Woah"

The thunderhawk crested the keel of a ship embedded upside-down in the hulk as dived down, hugging the ridges and flanks of the wreck it came arcross a peculuar sight, even for the emporers finest, Ork Stompas, about 10 of them, stripped of their bigger weapons in place of massive grabbing claws and winches, they appered to be tearing the vrashes spaceships appart and taking them over to what looked like primitive forges, no doubt to make more of their crude weapons of war.

They skimmed over the operation for a minute or two before the skys around them began to fill with silent puffs of black smoke.

"triple-A, taking evasive manovers" the pilot called

The muzzels of the heavy bolters barked with flame as they responded to this new threat, obbliterating colums of orks and grots as they tried to scurry away from the attack. A jet of black flame soared up ahead of them, arcing towards them, they tried to dodge bu the trail corrected to meet them.

"brace for impact!"

everybody braced but the impact never came, a couple of seconds later the left heavy bolter stopped working. the vibrations created by the bolters steady crackle of shots dulling slightly.

"Some form of boarder, Purge the xenos!" Captain Tyr said as he pressed the stud to open the side hatch, there was a rush of air as the cabin depresurized . Tyr leaned out of the front hatch, aiming towards the stubby gun pylon. there was a greenskin attached to some form of rocket. He fired a burst from his boltgun, striking the xenos in the head as it tried to climb further up the fusalage. it's bod went limp and it started to slide along the fusalage.

A group of silver clad warriors moved down the hall way. Their nemesis force weapons readied for anything to try and foolishly ambush them. A skull probe recorded them as they ventured deeper into hulk.
"Where is the ship located in this Hulk?" Asked the Purifier Justicar.
"It is about 20km in." Replied Glaudian.
"20km!" Remarked The Paladin Justicar.
"Yes! Why do you doubt me?" Replied Glaudian.
"I don't doubt you! I doubt the size of the Hulk." He replied.
Suddenly something flared on the Auspex. The Grey Knights readied themselves.

Totally Off Topic: I got Aliens VS Predators yesterday! For PS3 platform, and it's amazing.

ahem....

Now to find inspiration...the booze from yesterday evening is clogging up my mind...

PS3. Play, bloody, station, 3? Damn you to hell Scrazza.

I have it on PC, and 191 hours and counting. If only you'd chosen the right path, then I could eat you as an Alien as I do all my friends. http://steamcommunity.com/id/T2W/screenshots/

Buying it for PC would be a waste of money, my computer won't cope it Besides, I think I'm only one hour in


Now, I need to find a suitable internet connection for my PS3, the neighbours secured their network -_-

Remember that Predators are overpowered and game breaking.





Edit #2: Nope, the middle video refuses to work. Just copy the link into your browser.

[edit - ninja'd myself by having two tabs on the same thread


Definitely complete all the campaigns, one at a time, before you do any multiplayer (don't make the mistake I did!). Marine, Predator, and then Alien.

Also, melee is actually a complicated (at first) system of rock-paper-scissors. For example, light attack defeats a heavy attack, heavy attack defeats a block, block defeats a light attack, block defeats a focus attack, Trophy kill and Stealth kill are.. messy..

that game was buggy as hell when i last tried it

Anyway, this is a roleplay thread! So get writing .

Darkvoidof40k wrote:Anyway, this is a roleplay thread! So get writing .

And several hours later, nobody put up an RP anymore.

...

I think I am the only one who LOL'ed. *shames*

(Hey! I put up some stuff, I figured the GM would like a say before my character relieves one of his characters of his skull... )

The GM would take every opportunity to relieve yours of his skull, so go ahead.

Dude, feel free to kill the Berserker. The only condition is that you have to write it out in a really long, awesome, detailed, grammatically correct and all-round pleasurable-to-read post.

This is your roleplay as much as mine, guys.

As they orbited the hulk the Kasakrin prepared to board, they saw a small gap just big enough for their shuttle to board
on the bottom side farthest from the planet. Gaz checked his weapon as did all the Kasakrin. suddenly all the lights went out
and the engines cut. They were going in no power as to better hide themselves from enemy heat seekers.

They touched down in what looked like an old battle barge's hangar. they could hear noises coming from the distance, it sounded like orks.
The squad advanced silently with the corporal leading. wouldn't it be a shame if he fell into an ambush Gaz thought to himself,
he was sure most of the other were thinking similar thoughts. As they rounded a corner 15 or so orks came into view.All Orks were dead within
5 seconds, Gaz had taken down 3 with a plasma gun blast the res were taken don by hell gun fire.

Character name:Ghost
Character age:Unkown
Character race:Space Marines/Ultramarine
Character profession:Sniper Sergeant
Character personality:Quiet, secretive and a lone wolf
Character appearance:Never shows his face (hidden behind a skull shaped mask)
Character height:6'7"
Character equipment:Scout Armour, Sniper Rifle, Combat Blade, Camo Cloak and Night Vision Goggles
Character bio/background story: N/A

As the shuttle touch down inside of the massive hanger Feris night looked around and took a deep breath and said "The corruption of chaos is a disease that must be cured" but as he said it roars that would shatter a normal mans soul rang through the the hanger.
As the brave marshal waited for whatever made that roar he took his sword in both hands watching, waiting for his foes then they came in his sight berserkers yelling " BLOOD FOR THE BLOOD GOD". The marshal raised his sword and ran to the berserkers yelling "FOR THE EMPEROR".
The first mighty swing of the marshals blade cut through 2 berserkers, then a blast from the mighty bolter the round splatter the brains of the blood champion over the walls, the last berserker peered into the eyes of the marshal he spoke "save the lord of skulls" before the blade impaled into his head.

Warklaw's roar of challenge shook the chamber and got a lot of attention aimed at him, good, just like he wanted it. The skull champion dropped the nob, its dark blood smeared all over the marine's armor. He stared at Warklaw, hefting his own chainaxe and gripping his plasma pistol tightly in his other hand. He was surrounded by three other berzerkers that, at least to Warklaw's reckoning, were his lieutenants.

The two powerful beings stared each other down, Warklaw studied the berzerker, he saw that the umie was powerful indeed...

Warklaw grinned, this was going to be a real fight.

With a mighty "WAAAGH!!!" Warklaw thundered forward, a roaring, foaming, force of muscle and unreasonable violence.

The Skull champion answered with a crazed scream of "BLOOD FOR THE BLOOD GOD!!!" and also powered into a maniac rush , a power of unquenchable bloodlust and fury.

The two warriors met headlong, Warklaw took the first swipe with his powerclaw, narrowly missing The berzerker's skull visaged face as he ducked under the blow. The skull taker was rewarded as he struck out at Warklaw's leg and scoured a long gash on an exposed section of Warklaw's thigh.

Warklaw roared in fury and backhanded the overextended berzerker so hard he flipped through the air and landed on his face. Warklaw stumbled on his gimpy leg, that berzerker was faster than he looked...

The skull taker sprung back into the fight, his lieutenants keeping their bloodlust barely in check, together they would overpower Warklaw but the champion wouldn't have it. He wanted to claim the ork warlord's skull for Khorne himself.

This time Warklaw was ready for a strike and feigned a stumble on his gimpy leg, he was rewarded when the skull taker swung for his injured leg again, and Warklaw made the umie pay when he ducked back and brought the other leg around in a massive, iron shod kick to the stomach, that doubled the berzerker up. Warklaw followed with another powerclaw uppercut that put the berzerker on his back. Warklaw grinned as he approached the berzerker to finish him off, but froze as he saw the man raise his plasma pistol with a feral grin of triumph.

In a red flash the berzerker was back on his back as a blob of ferocious muscle and metal attacked him from the side. Izzy had come to his master's rescue when he saw that the odds were stacked against him. The massive squig tore at the prone skull taker with his metal jaws. As the two grappled, the three berzerkers who were biding their time decided to join the fight and attack Izzy wile he was preoccupied by the mortal struggle.

Warklaw wasn't having that...

with a roar that drowned out all the other noises of battle around, Warklaw literally leapt on the three, crushing one under his mighty boots and flinging one all the way across the hangar into some other brawl with a flick of his powered claw he treasured so. The third was split in two from shoulder to pelvis in a welter of gore as Warklaw's chainaxe fell in swift succession.

It was at this moment that Izzy managed to rip the plasma pistol out of the skull taker's grasp, along with the hand holding it. The loyal squig was rewarded with a blood maddened strike from the chainaxe to its right leg, which alos came off and sent Izzy flying. The skull taker returned to his feet just in time to see Warklaw turning from his other three kills. With lighting reflexes, The champion ran inside Warklaw's guard and slashed his chainaxe across his giant torso. A blow that would normally kill lesser beings, was mostly deflected by Warklaw's heavy armor, but it left a large bloody diagonal gash across his green hide.

Warklaw staggered back as the skull champion struck again and again, gashing Warklaw's arms and wrenching his armor even more. Chainaxe teeth flew like tiny pieces of shrapnel as the two great weapons clashed.

The ork knew he couldn't get an upper hand in speed, he was already parrying as fast as he could. But an orky instinct was to be his salvation. Warklaw wasn't above cunning strategies, or what other orks called "Cheatin dirty sneakyness"

Let them think what they wanted, he was warboss.

As the two chainaxes came down again, Warklaw put all his weight into the blow, forcing the two weapons to halt, stuck against each other, as the two combatants struggled against each other, face in face, their muscles bunching as they struggled against each other. Warklaw could probably win a contest of strength but he'd rather humiliate the umie. It had been a good fight, but it was time to end.

Warklaw's boot came up and slammed into the berzerker's groin with enough force to flip a wartrukk. The jarring blow caused the skull champion to wince and loosen his stance slightly. Warklaw roared as he brought his bloodstained chainaxe down on the skull taker's blade arm and chopped it in two. The champion now stood bleeding profusely from two stumps, roaring in pain. Warklaw capitalized by grabbing the marine in a vice grip with his claw and crushing both his legs. With a mighty roar, Warklaw flung the warrior across the room.

The skull taker flipped head over heel until he was caught like a fish on a large cargo hook, impaled through the chest. The champion sank limp on the hook and a giant puddle of blood formed under his hanging legs. Warklaw panted with his own wounds and made his way over to the now dead champion, he reached up and with a tug, the champion's head was wrenched clear with a squelch of gore that spattered Warklaw's face. Warklaw took his helmeted prize and raised it high for all in the room to see.

He roared loudly in triumph and his boyz turned and saw him, their warboss standing victorious over the enemy leader, his skull int the ork's meaty paw. With renewed vigor, The boyz fought, slaughtering all, splattering the entire chamber with blood.

In a few minutes, the smoke had cleared and all the chaos boyz were dead, the orks started setting up shop, building towers and defensive structures to enforce their position here. Warklaw put his won skull on one of the many empty gibbets on his pole, right next to the brood lord he'd gutted some years before, and the carnodon head he'd taken right after becoming warboss.

Looking into the dark hallways that he knew contained even more enemies, Warklaw roared a challenge.

"Listen up! Dis Hulk iz Warklaw Gordakka's!!! You tink uderwize, you can take et up wit me klaw!!!!"

A few boyz that were around shouted their own challenges and laughed. Warklaw's number two walked up, also covered in the enemy's blood.

"All clear now boss, we gotz em good. Dats a spiffy new trophy you got."

Warklaw nodded his massive head. "Yeah, dat umie was kinda tached to it dough, me an him ad owerselves a good fight. In da end, he lost iz head over et."

The other orks around warklaw chuckled.

"First round a grog's on me boyz!" Warklaw shouted, hefting his chainaxe onto his shoulder and grabbing a nearby tanker of ork ale. Warklaw chugged it beastially, the foam spreading around his chin, he pointed his chainaxe toward the unknown dark corners of the hulk.

"Wich wun ov you wants ta go for da second round!?" Nothing answered but the silent darkness.

"Dats wat I tought." Warklaw said as he turned and stomped away to find something else to do.

(long and detailed enough for you? )

The plates of the beast's infernal armor clanged like the bells of Terra, signaling the time of death. The riders of the gruesome monstrosities were no less foul. Their tongues hung from their mouths in a infinite snarl, and the noise that they emitted was not of this universe. They were the Bloodcrushers of Khorne, the eternal stampede. Following them were the Hounds of Chaos, hundreds of the screaming dogs followed the stampede, aiding in it's mass.

The stampede suddenly stopped. They were near something, something pulsing. Pulsing with rage. Pulsing with fury. The entire convoy screamed, and fled the pulse. They knew what it was, and where it was going.

The Unbound was here.

OOC: Sorry about not posting, I've been 3 states away sailing.

when can we move on from killing berserkers?? Eventhough ive only killed 4 of them.

d.fear wrote:Character name:Ghost
Character age: 203
Character race: Space Marines/Ultramarine
Character profession: Scout Sergeant
Character personality: Quiet, secretive and a lone wolf
Character appearance:Never shows his face (hidden behind a skull shaped helmet)
Character height: 8'11
Character equipment: Scout Armour, Sniper Rifle, Combat Blade, Melta bombs, Frag Grenades, Camo Cloak and Night Vision Goggles
Character bio/background story: N/A

Welcome aboard! I made changes to your profile though. Feel free to start roleplaying! Just make sure you've read the thread so you know what's going on and who everyone is.

black templar wrote:when can we move on from killing berserkers?? Eventhough ive only killed 4 of them.

Whenever you like, but try and make your posts longer .

Charkos fired his lasrifle over the makeshift Ork barricade. Their lander, alongside six others, landed straight into a small ork village. The Ousians, roughly in company strength were fighting the orks to get a decent foothold unto the hulk. Orks were a hated enemy, as much as a preferred one. back on Ousia, the swamp covered lands were crowded by feral orks, and habits dictating, the Ousians loved a good ork hunt. His platoon, along with another led by an unknown lieutenant to him, had to clear their designated area, lest they wanted new boarding crews to be chopped to pieces by orks.

Charkos had no idea were the Inquisitor and his retinue were, the fighting got hectic right after they boarded.

"WAAAAAAAGH!!!!!!! WARKLAW!" a mob of orks screamed whilst running into the fire of Charkos' platoon.

Charkos platoon was not outfitted to fight orks. They had no flamers, no grenade launchers,...they were armed to crack though nuts. Melta guns, one shot rocket tubes,...Vrek, first thing to loot are flamers he thought.

Joined by Blach's squad, he and his team tried to hold off the swarm just a small way ahead of them. Blach led a shotgun squad, one of the few units in his platoon outfitted to fight densely packed enemies. The scatter shots could easily kill an ork and severely wound two others next to it. Blach always made to reach his machete, an instinct. They were just seconds away, and there were still a dozen of them upright. The orks held swords, axes, clubs and what not, some held crude guns, what orks called a 'shoota'. A lucky shot resulted in Kret's torso disappearing. Kret slumped over the rusty barricade, every inch of life drained out his body. At an unspoken order the 4 melta armed Ousians rose from cover and sent streams of superheated matter into the enemy. the four front orks liquified, and the others behind followed short. Charkos pumped a few more shots with his lasgun into the thinning horde.

There was only one ork remaining. badly wounded, the ork dragged his pulverized leg behind him. gripping an axe in his good hand. Blach rushed the greenskin, his machete already out. He slashed the ork's throat in one swing, blood streaming out of the gash unto his pants and his snakeskin boots. Blach wondered what it would feel like to wear Ork-skin boots. Keeping his mind on the job, he checked the area. the orks were dead, beside from the odd grot scurrying around. There was still some loud gunfire, and their job wasn't done yet. Blach's patriotism took over, the urge to fight alongside other Ousians.

"Come on, Swamp rats!" Blach yelled, waving the all clear. "Ousians are dying out here!"

Feris night walked down the dark hallways checking every corner. Disgust trophies hanging off the walls heads and torso, arms and legs.
the strong marshal continued on through the foul smelling corridor and the the halls flooded with blood battling the the smells, sights and sounds as he continues on.
He was ready for another attack, he know they would keep coming till he was dead. He was right a squad of 10 berserkers come running out of nowhere.
Marshal Feris night know what to do he lifted his bolter shouting "DIE HERETIC" the holy weapon blasted away at the heretics spraying the blood of 4 of them over the walls.
The other 6 continued running at the marshal he thought quick, he took his sword swung it 3 time and the heretics heads rolled across the floor.

But he heard roars he heard before. He came to a smaller hanger than the one he landed in and saw something he hated. A ork ship "THE CURSED GREEN SKINS ARE HERE I WILL PURGE THESE CREATURES TO" the marshal yelled. A curios gretchin come round the corner to see what the noise was and saw the mighty marshal standing there it froze on the spot, the marshal saw the creature walked over to it raised his large boot and brought it down on the gretchin making a large splat on the metal floor.

The marshal spoke "HOW DO THESE PIECES OF JUCK STAY TOGETHER, THE REACTOR FOR ITS ENGINES MUST BE ON THE BACK." he walked to the back and saw 3 orks talking one turned and yelled "OY WHOZ THIS HE'Z NOT A CHAOZ BOY, LETZ HAV SOME FUN LADZ." the orks picked up some Choppas and ran at the marshal, the marshal lifted up his bolter fired 2 shots and killed 2 of the orks the other one look at his left and right, seeing the 2 orks there before were now 2 blood covered corpses he got down and begged for his life " PLEAZE LETZ ME LIVE!" the marshals response was a slash of his sword. He found the reactor fired at it with he bolter and ran to a near corridor for cover, the expolsion would of been heard all around the hulk.

The marshal headed down a corridor but this was a strange corridor the air became thickier, heavyier and smelt like rotten flesh this is something the marshal has never fought before. He wanted to turn back but it was blocked be the rubble of the ork ship but it was to late a revolting and rusted figure walked around the corner say "JOIN US BROTHER EMBRACE CHAOS GIVE YOUR SELF TO IT." the marshal replied "NEVER AND I AM NOT YOUR BROTHER HERETIC !" the heretic raised his rusted weapon but the marshal slashed at his chest he took a couple of steps back and laughed "YOU FOUL NURGLE PROTECTS ME !" the marshal was shocked nothing can survive a blow that strong he slashed again this time knocking the heretic to his feet and again no effect this time the heretic fired 3 shots they hit the mashals leg knocking him to the floor, the heretic spoke "THIS IS YOUR LAST CHANCE TO JOIN NURGLE BROTHER" the marshal replied "IM NOT YOUR BROTHER!" he punched the heretic in the face then he picked up hes sword and cut off the heretics head sending it flying down the hallway.

Keep it coming dudes, I might just throw an event in at some time.

that was a pain ive used most of my ideas up might have some more later.

You could always PM some of the other players, I'm sure they'd be happy to help.

thanks ill keep that in mind

A group of Chaos Space Marines flew round the corner to get gunned down by psilencers and storm bolters resulting in a bloody mess across the floor. One Chaos Space Marine still was alive crawling towards Glaudian. One of his paladins was about to dispatch of him when Glaudian stopped him. Glaudian picked the Chaos Space Marine up by the neck. If he had legs they would have be flailing around. The Chaos Space Marine started scratching at Glaudian's helmet. Glaudian laughed at the Chaos Space Marine's pathetic attempt at fighting back. He smashed the back of Chaos Space Marine's head into the wall of the space hulk. It smashed the wall through and the Chaos Space Marine fell into the cooling system. His head fell into the fan though it was no spinning that fast it was enough to take off his head and make a mess. The Chaos Space Marine’s body sat headless and legless, Motionless. Glaudian looked in surprise. His intentions were to stab him but he could not complain. It was one less traitor.

OOC:
Gory enough for ya

OOC: @black templar-Of course we would. Here, let me give you a hand ...

The Templars roared their praises to the Emperor as the final enemy fell, his body impacting the ground with a thump. Withdrawing his blade, and turning to his assembled warriors, lifting the viscera-stained sword in triumph.
“Brothers! This was a fine battle, worthy of great champions and true sons of Dorn! And yet, it is only the start of the task set before us…”
As the Marshal spoke, two gruesome shadows rose from the darkness at the rear of the group, moving with a macabre grace and slowness. Two pairs of luminous green eyes played off the coal black armour of the knights. As they neared their prey, they fell to the floor silently once again, the skins covering their metal frames melding perfectly with the corpses that now stained the floor. Waiting, still as a marble effigy of a saint, the Flayed ones waited as the Marshal’s speech reached its climax.
For about half a minute.
The first claw shot upwards, piercing the armour of Brother Jobe like it was paper. His limbs went rigid, and he gurgled with coughed-up blood as he fell. The rest of the Templars were battle ready in an instant, but the Necrons were fast, almost unbelievably so. Having both risen to their feet two more wicked sets of baldes punctured Cassus’ chest, before ripping open his armour and ribcage in a shower of gore. Meanwhile, the second Xenos had impaled Brother Stefan on his inhuman weapon, but did not kill him; instead, the Necron began to drag the struggling Astartes into the dark. The trapped warrior could easily have overwhelmed any other foe, but the Alien’s grip was vice-like and try as he might he could not break free. The second Flayed one made to retreat also, but by now the Templars had got organised, and a punishing salvo of bolter shots hammered into its chest. Falling limply backwards like a juvie’s ragdoll, the machine collapsed.
The Marshal stalked forwards, muttering oaths of vengeance under his breath for the capture of Stefan. Standing above the fallen Alien, the Marshal raised his sword, pure hatred etched onto his face.
“Suffer not the Alien to live, filth.”
The Blade fell like the blade of the divine, but all it impacted was the blood-slicked steel of the floor. In a flash of blinding green light the body of the fallen assailant had vanished , leaving darkness there and nothing more.
As if it had never been there.

OOC: There ya go; I hope you didn't mind me using your character, but I think that sets us up for an future engagements quite nicely. Its not my best, but I am tired and am multi-tasking between this and Geography homework so it'll have to do.

thanks i love that idea ill save it for the end and edit it great ideas hes a lone templar to start but his brothers arrive

Nice one lord!