NEWS OF THE DAY: DESTROYER PLAGUE IS NOW ACTIVE. .1% INFECTED


The city was in turmoil, there was no other way to describe it. Bits of masonry and powdered glass littered the streets, marking the trail of destruction the two combatants left in their wake. The smell of burning flesh and molten steel wafted from the smoldering crater that was once a gas station, the explosion had instantly vaporized the station and a dozen or so people near it in a holocaust of flaming death that sucked the oxygen from the air itself in a cataclysmic roar. Yet the combatants had moved on, heedless of the carnage they left behind, each intent on ending the life of the other, no matter the cost. Each convinced they were in the right. Now the two duelists battled within the lobby of a skyscraper, ruining the interior with their personal war. The first was dressed from head to toe in wolf skin, so that he resembled a humanoid lupine, titanium claws capping each of his fingers. A pack of grey wolves fought alongside their master, rushing forward towards their opponent. His name was Huntero, and his roar was long and loud, shattering the glass with its volume as he leapt into the air, claws extended to rip the belly from his foe. His opponent was little more than a withered corpse clutching an ornate hook, from which eerie green corpsefire spat forth. He was called Husk, and his mission was the same as Huntero: kill the other. Bolts of green flame spat at the hulking man-wolf, each shot failing to hit its mark as Huntero's forward motion carried him out of harm's way. Bringing his furred fist back, the super collided with Husk, his fist connecting with the mummy's face with incredible force. The corpse hit the floor, a cloud of dust issuing from his mouth as Huntero hammered another blow home. Screaming a horrible shriek, Husk jammed the hequa staff into Huntero's left eye, shoving it ever deeper into his skull as the super howled in agony. Throwing the mummy back, Huntero wailed as blood and eye jelly leaked down his face and into his beard, the staff still jammed into the socket. The wolves leapt upon Husk, ripping the corpse to bits with powerful jaws as their mast removed the hook from his socket. Crying from the pain, Huntero stalked over to the corpse, stomping the skeletal man to powder in his fury. Screaming at the ceiling, Huntero held the severed head of his foe in one massive fist, proclaiming his victory. His next scream was of pain as a bullet tore through his right bicep, causing him to drop Husk's head as more shots pulped his body to a gory ruin. Stepping from the balcony, A dozen Objector riflemen once again took aim, sighting down their scopes to kill the super on the ground floor. Huntero screamed in rage, a single plan forming in his fevered brain. Leaping high into the air, he raised his fists, hitting the ground with the force of an earthquake. The Objectors shrieked as the building fell on top of them, crushing them beneath a thousand tons of concrete and steel. Huntero laughed insanely as a beam impaled him to the floor, his hounds wailing as they were smashed under blocks of concrete. From the apartment nearby, hundreds watched on in horror as their city fell apart before their eyes. A child of three cried, knowing on some level the devastation would continue as long as the supers remained in Paradisio.

Welcome to the city.






SETTING:
This will be set in the city of Paridiso, USA, once famous for it's sunshine, lavish townsmen, and mayhem that sweeps the streets. Paradiso is a city of about 2 to 3 million people, and looks like Miami, Florida (Blue sea, massive Rich/Poor poverty line, drugs and crime are part of everyday life). Now it is a burned out husk, with people afraid to walk outside. Looters are everywhere, and many people are trying to leave. However, the US government has decided to quarantine the city of Paradiso, to make sure no violence spreads. AA guns are all around the city limits, and thousands of troops are lined up, ready to kill anyone trying to leave.

CHARACTER SELECTION SHEET:

Player:

Hero Name (If applies, also add secret identity):

Age (N/A if not applicable):

Moral Standing: This will be a DnD style Morality placement

Costume: You would use this and post a picture of your costume. If you cannot make one you want to use, go on the interwebs and find one!

Background: This will be up to the player. If they want to make it like Wonder Woman, where the gods gave her the powers, or like Green Lantern, where aliens gave him his powers, the choice will be up to the player.

Superpower: One Movement power (Flight, super speed, etc.) One Major superpower (Heat Vision, super strength, etc.)

I will have the executive decision over the powers, so if someone picks something like "Magic Wishing Power" they will get stuck with "Web Slinging".

Super Weakness: This could be anything from "Wife and Kids" to "Unubtanium". But like the superpowers, I will have executive decision power. If you pick "Magic space laser that is only found on Pluto", you will get "Bullets".

NPCs: Players may have one NPC. Use the same sheet for the PC, but have only one Major Superpower.

FLUFF

Welcome to Paradiso, 5 years before the Great Divide. Home of beautiful women, famous celebs, skyscrapers that seem to touch the heavens, and the guardians of humanity, the Superheros. With the advent of the League to Protect the Populace (LPP), the Superheros of yesteryear have gone from giants of the metro areas to glorified crossing guards, using super speed to help ladies across the road, and using super strength to lift cars to get to dropped keys. The people had peace, and the Heros were happy.

Until Apollyon decided he wasn't. He grew to resent the population, being socially outcasted as he was a being from Dimension X, a realm of fire and brimstone. His appearance wasn't helping, as beings from Dimension X were the basis of what Satan looked like. Fed up with people rejecting him, he rejected the people. He and a group of fellow conspirators left the LPP, and formed their own band, the PCCPF, or the Paridiso City Crime Prevention Force. First, they uprooted the LPP from power. They then went about stopping crime by enacting a series of policies that even Stalin would have thought to be a tad extreme. 6' O' clock curfew. Food Rations. Weapons Bans. Searches without warrants. Anyone seeming to resist would be killed.

Then the LPP had enough. They stood up to the PCCPF, and thus began the war. It was brother against brother, son against father, sister against sister. The war has engulfed Paradiso city. The new factions are the WFO, Warriors for Order (Super Heros), Darkstar (Super Villians) and the Objectors (Mercs who work for money).

Five years have passed since these factions have split. Paradiso is a wasteland, a horrifying wasteland that is tearing itself apart. It cries out for one who can end the madness. Whether this be by stopping the crime, or destroying the city, no-one knows.

Which side will you choose?

It is now up to you who will win.



NPC SYSTEMS

NPC will work as follows: I will roll a D6. on a 1-2, you will get a Agent (For Objectors), an Enforcer (For DARKSTAR), and a Volenteer (for WFO). 3-4, you will get a Base Trooper, a Assassin, or a Veteran. On a 5-6, you will get an Elite Trooper, a Gnat, or a Knight Wolf.

Objector Soldiers: A Recon class, the Agent (AI Constructs that are used as untraceable assassins, teams of ONE);

A basic soldier class, the Base Trooper (Normal Human Mercs contracted by the Objectors, work in teams of 2)

Finally for the Objectors, the shock troops, the Elite Trooper (Specialist soldiers used solely by the Objectors, have integrated armor, VERY slow, Teams of ONE)



Now for the DARKSTAR (What if this was an acronym? Can anyone think of an awesome acronym for DARKSTAR?) Soldiers:

NOTE: These are all AI constructs. They do nothing except for what their master commands them to do.

First off, we have Enforcers: (5'10, have guns and shock batons. Teams of TWO)

Next, Assassins: (5'5, Sniper wielding. Mild armor, slow-ish, teams of ONE)

Last for DARKSTAR, we have Gnats: (5 feet tall, very light armor. They do, however, have jump packs for limited flight, and have two .22 caliber assault rifles. Teams of THREE)




WFO Soldiers

Volenteer: Recruits who want to help keeps their city safe (Light armor, light weapons (Minor shotguns, stuff you can buy at gun stores) Teams of THREE)


Veteran: (Post-Military fighters, military grade hardware, tough as nails. Teams of TWO)


Knight Wolf: (Melee fighters, specialize in killing silently. Have throwing knives, many swords, and a claymore. No armor. Teams of THREE)


Super rolls are when I roll two sixes on the die. One of what NPC you will be aided by, and one for if you get the super bonus. 1/36 chance, good odds. These are faction dependant, so a DARKSTAR operative can't get Boreal, and a Objector can't get The Lone Guardian.

SUPER ROLLS!

Commander Boreal, leader of the Objectors (Armed with two .50 caliber rifles per arm, Boreal is a walking tank, nigh unkillable in his armor.)


The Lone Guardian, the last law in Paradiso (Armed with as many weapons as humanly possible. It seems that bullets seem to miss the Guardian...)


Apollyon, Master of the Damned (Basically SATAN.)


Player: RaptorsTallon


Player: SilverMk2


Player: BBL (Battle Brother Lucifer)


Player: Mordoskul


Player: blood reaper


Player: The Kaiser


Player: Skycrawler



Player: Sillyboy



LIST OF ISSUES

People lacking NPCs: BBL, blood reaper

People with to power issues: BBL (Has one power!)




Character Hideout creation sheet (Made by Ineptus Astartes)



Map:


The street from the needle to downtown is currently impassible, due to a man known as "The Fiddler". Any who try to reach the Needle from Downtown WILL DIE.

it looks like you have a full cast but i'm still going to in-query if i can jump in?

Here i smy suggestion for the DARKSTAR Acroynmm:
DEAMONS
AND
ROUGES
KILLING
to
START
THINGS
ACHIVING
REBBELION

I'm here! I'm here! Have no fear for I am here!

Woop, it rhymes...

... anyway, I am assuming we can do our intros now, so, I'm working on it...

Iris lay on the sun lounger, the rays of light caressing her body as she lay by her rooftop pool. Several of her attendant cultists played in the water, or lay on loungers themselves, for worship of the sun was a key component of the cult of Iris. It was unfortunate that the rolling clouds of ash that so frequently covered the city blocked out the light, thought Iris. Luckily her skyscraper easily penetrated the layer of atmospheric debris and allowed her and her cultists full access to the sun.

She sighed as she considered her position: Downtown Paridiso was hotly contested, although the blocks around her building were reasonably secure by virtue of her cultists providing security for the population who lived and worked there, however, outside of this zone of calm the whole city was open to whoever had the power. Many citizens had fled, though many more had remained and tried to carry on with their lives as best they could. The beach front that her building faced still thronged with families making the most of the fresh sea air blowing away the ash and smoke clouds, and the young still ran, cycled and skated along the shore road - especially in the mile or so in front of her building where they were reasonably safe.

Her review was cut short as Zetes appeared at her side, carrying her simple white robes of worship. "My lady, it is almost noon and you are required to lead the service in the main Solarium".

She smiled up at him, her face dazzling in the sun. "Thank you Zetes." She climbed lithely to her feet and shrugged on the robe "There is nothing to report?" she asked, clapping her hands to summon her attendants to her.

"Two heroes destroyed a small skyscraper and petrol station earlier today. It is believed that a number of Objectors attempted to intervene but were killed in the collapse of the building."

Iris considered this as she watched her attendants dry themselves and step into their robes. "You have sent a small party to confirm their identities?"

"Yes my lady"

"Good" she replied, smiling again, lighting up the faces of the cultists as they looked upon her. She gently placed her hand upon Zetes' muscular shoulder as she turned and headed into the building...




Also, just attaching my character, NPC and "hideout" info to this post:

Hey Silver, nice post...

Intro RP:


Nex stalked the streets in the dark, making his way to the pub. He had left Cerberus at home, but could always summon him if needed. Even though he had a heart as black as hell, and a murderous intent, he did enjoy the finer things in life, and had a taste for women.

He came out onto the street, and crossed over the road, before heading into a dark alleyway, which had the stench of grime and booze.
He entered through the door to the right of him, and came into a shady bar, with characters that looked as if they wanted to rip your throat out. This was the dark side of the pub where he normally resided in, but this time, he felt brave enough to wonder into the unknown land of the “friendly pub”, stepping through the door, and instantly finding himself in a lighter part of the world.

Still smelt of booze.

He came up to the bar, and motioned for the bartender.

“Alright,” the bartender said, walking over to service Nex. “I ain’t seen you in this side before, what’s your name?”

“Does it really matter?” Nex answered, in an Italian accent, due to his origins.

“Well, I suppose not, but I do try to get to know all of my customers well, if just for being social.”

“Well then, its Antonio.”

“Ah, pleasure to meet you Antonio, what can I do for you today?”

“Just give me some beer, I need a drink.”

“Of course, beer coming right up,” the bartender replied, reaching down for the alcohol. “My names Joe by the way.”

“Good to meet you Joe,” Nex replied, taking the beer out of his hands as soon as he came up.

Nex heard the door open, as inside walked a beautiful young woman, who walked over to the bar also. Nex had seen many beautiful women in his long, long life, but this one was one to be thought of as top.

“Ahhh, Natasha, it’s good to see you hear,” Joe welcomed.

“Pleasure to see you again, Joe,” she replied, before turning to Nex. “But I haven’t seen you here before.”

“I am fairly new to the neighbourhood,” he said, putting as much of his charm as he could into the words. “My name is Antonio.”

“Ah, welcome to the neighbourhood then, Antonio. We should get to know each other some time.”

“How about tonight, you could come around my place for a drink, and we could discuss things,” he looked towards the bartender. “As long as I am not stealing business from you.”

“Oh, never!” Joe chuckled.

Natasha pondered on these thoughts for a few moments, obviously taken in, before replying.

“Fine, it would be good to get to know each other.”

Nex congratulated himself on such an achievement, and thought to himself,

Indeed it would

_________________________________________

Theres my into RP, folks...

Ryan opened his eyes. He looked at the white ceiling of his home, and breathed in the scents of the new morning. The Oak smell of his bed first flooded his nostrils, then the faint touch of ash and decay. The smell he had become accustomed to.

With a groan, he managed to pull himself up into a sitting position. He looked around the room and checked for anything out of place. The dresser across from him was still closed tight with the Sanyo television still precariously balanced upon in. The closet to his left still locked, and his door on the right opened at exactly forty-five degrees, with his rifle leaning against the wall beside. Everything was in place. Just has he had it the night before. Ryan let out a deep sigh. These days the simple idea that he could leave his house in one shape and find it the same later was some strange comfort to him.

He threw his legs to the side of the bed and reached for the remote. He pressed the large green button, then again, then once more as the television decided to comply. A storm of black and white greeted him with a terrible hiss. He pressed the numbered buttons as he had done so many times before. Nine, three, four. The static gave way to news camera recording of a collapsing Skyscraper, with screams of the young and lost heard faintly. He left the TV running as he pulled up a pair of denim jeans and threw on a gray t-shirt. Just as he finished getting the wrinkles out of his shirt, the phone sang its harsh tone. Ryan groaned as he picked up the wireless device and pressed the center red button and brought it to his ear.

"Hello?"

A quirky Asian voice answer his query.

"Ryan. It is Isuel."

Ryan sighed inwardly.

"Yeah, what'dya want, man?"

"Are you watching the television now?"

"Yeah, I saw what happened. You know who was involved."

It was a statement, not a question. Little happened in the city that Isuel didn't know about. Even less that he couldn't figure out.

"I saw some of their fight that they were fighting. A wolf man and a walking corpse who were fighting a fight."

"Nobody I know, so screw them. What else is up in the world?"

"My favorite McDonalds has been destroyed."

"Oh, poor Isuel. Don't you eat rice or something anyway?"

"You are funny man, Ryan. You so funny, I forget to recall to laugh. I will remember this when next we meet."

"You do that."

"Ah, but to the real subject of the conversation we are conversing, there is one thing that I am to tell you."

"Then say it. I've got some Eggos calling my name."

"It is a request that some party has requested. They wish to use and make use of some of your 'supplies'."

"Are they paying?"

"I do not know about knowing this. They request to meet you."

"Where?"

"They say you not to call. That they call you."

"Whatever. Later, chum."

"Walk well, Ryan."

With that, Ryan hung up the phone. While he wasn't a dealer, as he only had so much stocked up, he was willing to share some of his "supplies". Namely, firepower. He would have to wait for this call then. He sighed once more as he descended the stairs to answer the call of the Eggo. After all, there weren't many of those left. Might as well enjoy them now.

Nice post Kasrkai

Shas'ui T'au Kais wrote:Nice post Kasrkai

The secret is Eggos.

I dont apper to be on the character list (Is this because my character is a genetically enhanced superhuman from the 41st millenium who worships the chaos gods?)

ineptus astartes wrote:I dont apper to be on the character list (Is this because my character is a genetically enhanced superhuman from the 41st millenium who worships the chaos gods?)

Cause he hasn't updated it. Just intro it.

(OOC) You used my old profile and I did create a NPC,



Syrath sat at his desk, his fingers clenched after reading his newest document on his iPad. He skimmed through the news and smirked before stroking his Cat Wheatley who purred loudly, it jumped onto his desk and yawned and sat before his master.

"What is the news milord, I wonder what the humans have created for their entertainment today. More lies or the boring old truth tsk."

Syrath smirked and flipped the iPad over so Wheatley could see the new articles, the Front-page read "Mayor declares emergency"

"Ha! They realise that they no longer have protectors! They must obey our demands."

Syrath coughs and crosses his fingers.

"Humans will fight against us even if they do not posses powers, the others can do our work while we see to our goals Wheatley. Tell me how is the Anti-matter generator?"

The Cat began to move back and smiled weakly.

"It may take about a month Syrath, the incident did cause allot of damage to the chamber and a large section of the roof did collapse along with the stalk of the Generator which does require quite allot of repairs."

Syrath sighed and snapped several pens, he then picked up the blood splattered register that he had found in the lobby and read the names silently.

"I think it may be time for breakfast Wheatley, where should we eat today? Stealing makes me hungry you know. Subway will do I think, I'm tired of the others and then we will pillage and loot their stores. I want a new Xbox and I'm needing several more Lap-tops."

Syrath's Cat leaped onto his shoulder as Syrath placed his iPad in his suit case and headed towards the exit of the Lab. As he entered the city the bright light of the sun annoyed both Syrath and his Cat, he hummed a tune as he entered the shop where several couples sat and ate. Syrath walked over to the owner who sat behind the cash machine and looked up at Syrath, his face ravaged by spots and his teeth long and bent, he sniggered at the Cat.

"You a pirate or sumthin? Caus we don't allow pets or nothin"

Syrath growled and raised his Butterfly knife to the Owner and smiled


"I suggest you serve me now and their will be no troubles, I'll have you're special and if you wish for payments my Bail-song knife will be with you."

The Manager handed Syrath the bag and watched as the serpent left the store

Asmodius screamed into his mouthpiece. The ‘vox’ distortion made the raptor’s already unnerving birdlike screech utterly terrifying. The six looters were running in the street below, panning their firearms back and forth, and muttering to each other. At the scream, one of them began to sob to himself. The Raptor dropped off of the flagpole at ten stories up and let his jump packs kick in five feet above the ground. He grabbed two of the criminals in his massive steel pounces on his ceramite armored feet and lifted of into the air.

Once he was over one hundred feet above the street he smashed his pounces together with the power of a force five hurricane. There was an audible CRUNCH as the looters collided, with that he sent them crashing to the street below. Swooping down again he smashed feet first into a looter and the massive talons impaled the man, smashing through his chest as the Raptor hauled him through the air. Whipping out his chainsword at neck height, he decapitated another.


The two others sent bullets smashing into his chest plate. They flattened on impact and clattered to the street. As he swooped again, he drew his bolt pistol. Firing a pair of shells into each looter and sending them nova, he carried the corpse affixed to his talons back to his Erie.
Several muinits later he reached the top of a 20 story skyscraper. Landing, he shook off the body and flung it to a pair of vultures outside of his doorstep, who began fighting over the corpse. Entering the defunct radio tower he saw a television flicker in the corner. The news lady was talking about a battle between two ‘supers’. As he climbed up to his own nest, a mass of mattresses and blankets, he crawled through a hole in the roof and scaling the spire of the radio antenna, he watched the stormy horizon.

A clattering of metal signaled the arrival of the Eversor. Looking through his deaths-head mask, the Eversor remarked. “A storm is brewing, yes yes?” Asmodius regarded the skull-helm. “yes, it is good for flying. For me at any rate.” “we need supplies, yes yes?” asked the Eversor. “I will head to the market soon.” Was the only remark.

I bring this soul to be sacrificed to the gods. Came the message from Haldrax.
Excellent... Atael replied.
The flames of the dark death fire in the center of Ba’Xeh’Vac's temple chamber grew higher as they sensed the dead body near by.
Atael tossed the body into the flames, which instantly consumed its flesh and soul and he chanted. He chanted in an unspeakable tounge infintly more complex than the simple words used by humans. To try and pronounce but a single sylable of the death tounge would lead to consumption and a horific death at the hands of Kalin and Farasax, at leased for mortals... The lords of death are the only beings in existance strong enough to resist the pull of the death gods.
The death tounge is not said by normal means, but more is a product of imense psychic concentration on the part of the speaker and this is why it is audiable, where as most comunication from death lords is a psychic message.
The chant grew louder, and more complex as it progressed, and eventualy a huge crack sounded across the chamber and a bright portal to death opened in the center of the chamber. The chanting stoped imediatley, so that Atael may recive a message from Kalin and Farasax.

There... is... another... The voice of Farasax said, One... named... Nex... Kalin continued, You... must... find... him... Farasax resumed, and... bring... him... to... our... order... Kalin concluded.
And with that, the portal closed.

Atael set out to find this 'Nex', and bring him to Ba’Xeh’Vac...

Yay...

.. initiate super death team!




Or, alternatively...

I like the first one.

Death Squad Powers Activate!

Yeah! Kickass!

*ahem*

I mean, eh, death to all!

Hay vultures are MY log!

Not now they're not!

Raptors, music if you please...

there's nothing there...

I know, pics too big...

well here is how Asmodius likes to fight...

This is nice and all, but lets move this to the discussion thread.

Player:TheWildHost
Hero Name: Death-X
Age (N/A if not applicable): Unknown He has done so much testing on himself he could be up to 200 and look and feel 30
Moral Standing: Evil
Costume: (Will add later, can't decide)

Background: Death-X was born in Dallas Texas. All of his teachers were appalled by his straight 100's in every class. He knew things at the begging of the year they would learn 6 months later. He finished school when he was 13 and finished college at 15 getting and went back 3 times. By the time he was done he was 19, had three PhDs, he quickly became one of the richest young men in the USA. He had a PhD in, Science, Mechanics, and one he has always kept secret. He decided to move to Paridiso to do charity work, but seeing how horrid the population was after many many years of helping and the oppertunity to join DARKSTAR Death-X Decided to join the winning side. Death-X has already helped improve the Munition,weapons, and armor of the DARKSTAR grunts.

Superpower: One Movement power: Death-X Uses Levitation to move most of the time, but in fights or long distance he will use a jetpack or board
One Major superpower: Death-X Has an unparralelled IQ, he uses it to give weapons or movement devices to others and himself

Super Weakness: Gold and Silver can be used to soften Death-Xs geneticly enhanced skin. Death-X Is still trying to counter this, but fears doing so would tear his own body apart

Shas'ui T'au Kais wrote:Not now they're not!

Raptors, music if you please...

Here we go:

Can we keep this for RPing only and move other stuff to the discussion thread?

Whoops...

.. okay, sounds like a good idea...

SilverMK2 wrote:Can we keep this for RPing only and move other stuff to the discussion thread?

Sorry, will do.

The volunteers cast a nervous glance around the corner as they trudged through the dimly-lit back alley. They nervously adjusted the hold on the shotguns they carried, sweeping them around in a scanning motion as they continued their patrol.
In many ways, it was fortunate they did not look up. If they had, likely they would have been far too terrified to move anyway; such was the alien nature of the thing that stared back at them with glowing crimson eyes. As it was, the first indication they received that they were not alone was when Jones' neck was crushed under the weight of the falling creature. One of the volunteers gave a yelp of surprise and fired, but fear had affected his aim and the shot went wide, chipping some of the stonework from a nearby building. That was the only shot he would get, as the knife sailed through the air and punched into his gut with a sickening 'squelch'. The human gargled as blood began to well up in his lungs, some of the coppery liquid beginning to run down his face as he gave weak coughs, before his eyes rolled back in his head and he collapsed backwards to hit the ground with a 'thump'.
The creature had no time to savour its kill, as a bat swung through the air in a swipe that would have smashed one side of his head clean in. Ducking under the blow in an almost imperceptibly fast motion, the creature brought its knee straight into the volunteer's-a woman, this time-abdomen. Taking advantage of the moment it had created, another kick caught her on the side of the head, spinning her around and making her drop to her knees and gasp for air. She only just had time to rise to her feet with grim defiance etched onto her face before a punch slammed into her windpipe, crushing it instantaneously. The corpse dropped to the blood slicked paving without ceremony.
The Outsider touched its brow in a salute to its fallen enemies, before kneeling down next to the corpse. Turning the body over gently, it began to search the dead women, methodically moving from the head to the feet. Seemingly finding nothing, the Outsider moved towards what was left of the volunteer it'd 'dropped in' upon. Again, nothing of value was removed. Finally, it moved over to the volunteer who'd taken the knife. No dice.
If the Outsider could have replaced the morbid smile its patchwork suit always wore with a grimace of frustration, then it would have done. Removing the knife from the dead man's stomach, causing a stream of blood to begin to pool next to the corpse, it slowly rose to his feet as it wiped the blade clean on his arm. What it sought was not here, nor were there any leads to the items location. In reality, the Outsider supposed, it shouldn't be surprised-things were seldom simple in Paradiso, and even less so when other Supers were involved.
A ray of sunlight breaking into the dark alleyway caused it to look skywards, and as it did so his eyes were drawn towards a particular skyscraper. Staring for a few moments, the Outsider looked down once more as an idea began to formulate. This time, the smile was genuine.

Syrath watched as the thing returned to its nest atop the Sky scrapper and smiled with a dark glee, Whetley looked at him with large oval eyes that designated his surprise. Whetley panicked began to nudge his head against his master.

"Do not follow him master!"

Syrath simply ignored the Cat and began to enter the Sky-Scrapper, he soon arrived at its top and began to move towards the nest of the Creature

"Hello Mr Asmodius I believe, I am Syrath. I wish to make a bargain with you my good fellow."

Asmodius stood and turned with lighting speed. The eversor had his Manreaper out and poised before the sound behind them ceased. “Asmodius simply looked at the creature in front of him. It was smaller than him but seemed to belie great strength. The sensors in his helmet could not identify the creature so the night Lord tried the diplomatic approach “What do you want xenos?”

"I propose an alliance between both of us, It seems you are far away from you're true home are you not Night Lord? I promise you power but you must agree to assist me Asmodius"

Syrath opens his suit case and reveals a large silver crystal which glimmers in the sunlight.

"I hope this can be one of you're first payments but you must follow me through this Portal first Asmodius"

Asmodius considered this. He was not as stupid as to walk into a portal without assurance that he would survive. “how do you know of the Sons of Kurze?” was his only question. The eversor drew his doom siren, just in case…

Ryan sat patiently on his stained porch, munching away thoughtfully at his breakfast. The morning chores were done. The house was vacuumed, scrubbed, and dusted, yet there was the sense that he still had another chore. He sighed and shoved the rest of the waffle in his mouth. He stood stepped of porch and admired his surroundings. His home was the only one intact for half a mile all around. A gang of looters calling themselves "Tha Keppas" had looted and destroyed everything around, and had steered clear of him only by his reputation. He knew it wouldn't last as he stretched his arms to the sky. As if on que, a dozen figures appeared on the horizon, surrounding a crudely armored mini-van. It seems today they would test their luck.

The van made the charge. It's wheels spun furiously, kicking up clouds of ash and muck, before catching its traction and charging straight at Ryan. Ryan turned so that his left shoulder faced the van, and bent his knees slightly. He let the van come. A second passed. Two. Then three. Then no more. He threw his left hand out, palm first, and showed "Tha Keppas" why they called him Wave. The air around Ryan's hand rippled, then shot out faster that the eye can blink. As if it had crashed into some invisible wall, the van crumpled, then violently exploded into an orange fireball. The others watched in horror as the crumpled and charred corpse of the driver flew out and colided with the ground with a terrible wet splat. They broke and ran for the hills, leaving whatever they had dropped in their desperate bid to escape.

Ryan popped his neck, then turned to go inside. But even as he did, he spotted a figure approaching some distance from down town. Perhaps another raider, or a super. Either way, Ryan wasn't about to mistreat his new guest.

Was he?

"I know of many things Asmodius, you are a smart man I believe and I don't wish to be wrong. I assure you that you will survive my Night Lord friend."

Hmmm…the xenos seemed sincere. “very well. I shall go, if you go first. The Eversor flipped the doom siren to ‘hammer’ in case things went south

(((Probably should pause till chowder gets back online.)))

Tomorrow, Atael would meet with this 'Nex', but tonight was a night for hunting.
He picked up his sword from its stand in the temple, and along with Haldrax, steped into the portal. The portal brought them out in the center of Paradiso, close the the govermental center. It was late night now, and Atael could venture out safely.

He switched to shadow form, taking Haldrax into the shadow with him, and began to search for his prey. Then he saw a target. A short man, with brown hair. Walking alone in a side street.
Atael manifested himself, and slew the man in one, quick death strike. Black lightning burst forth from Atael's skeletal hands, and fried the mans body in an instant. The soul was ripped from the flesh, and sent in worship to Kalin and Farasax.
The lords of death returned to their temple that night, satisfied with their work.

The next morning the papers read 'Paradiso's Chief of Police found dead in side street.' This was Atael's victim. 'Cause of death unknown'

The temple fire was bright that day. Death was rife in Paradiso. Just as Kalin and Farasax liked it...

(OOC) Cool but one more thing

As Asmodius enters the Portal he finds himself in the abandoned Mesa Laboratories, it is bleak and falling apart and is greeted by Syrath sitting at his desk with his Cat.

"Welcome Mr Asmodius "

The largest Solarium was filled with the faithful, standing in loose lines facing towards the south end of the room where a raised dias glowed in sunlight reflected through large solar tubes from the collectors on the roof and distributed throughout the outer walls of the entire skyscraper which funneled their light into all the temples.

Iris entered with her acolytes and strode to the speaking platform. Raising her hands she called the cultists to silence and smiled, the light pouring onto her seeming to radiate and fill the room, streaming into the souls of everyone who had gathered for the mid-day worship. As the sun climbed higher in the sky the light intensified, filling the Solarium and all the others like it within the Needle (OOC: The name of the skyscraper). At the moment the sun reached its zenith, the light pulsed through Iris, brilliant and pure, radiating from her in blinding waves that illuminated the entire building, making it seem to glow from within.

The sun passed overhead and the light faded, leaving behind it a sense of rapturous well being in everyone who had witnessed it. Even those outside the building felt a surge of positive energy as the light washed over them.

Iris lowered her arms, skin glowing with the after effects of the concentrated light, her beatific smile further illuminating the crowd gathered before her. "Go well into the world, seek life through light, and light through life."

The smiling group began to file out of the entrance to their various stations or their recreations while her inner circle drew close, following her to the private sanctum at the rear of the Solarium to discuss the city's tactical situation.

"Captain! Captian!" The soldier was screaming as he ran down the corridor of Base Alpha, the main US army headquarters.

"What it is, Jackson?" Captain Beatrice "Butch" McAllister had little time for the soldiers, now with the escape attempts growing more and more frequent.

"Captain, the analysis of the skyward object has been completed." The soldier unravelled a piece of paper, lines covering it, all leading to a single location."

"Look, Jackson. I ain't no techie. I joined the army to shoot gak, and that's what I'm best at." McAllsiter looked at the soldier as if he was dogshit.

"Captian, it means that the object is moving and adjusting it's course to hit a single target. Look, the geeks all agree. The collision is unstoppable. All we can do is wait for it to happen."

"Then why are you showing me this, Jackson?"

"Because, with all do respect, it seems like it's tracking someone. Look," Jackson unfurled another piece of paper. "This is a map of where the target is landiong every hour. Each hour, it changes. It seems that it is tracking something."

"bs. That's not possible." McAllister spouted, sweeping the papers off the command table.

"Well, captain, we'll know in a week." Jackson said as he picked up his papers and left.

Yo CHowder, are we using my alternate dimension Walri or my serious characters?

Chowder?

Y you no online when we need U?

Also, I vote you use The Judge.

Serious character, Mordo.

If you could re-post it, I can copypasta it into the OP.

RP:

Nex woke up with a start. He sighed. All the perks of being the spirit of death and he couldn't even get a good nights sleep.

He looked beside him and found Natasha quietly sleeping beside him. He chuckled quietly. How many times has this happened to him before? He had lost count. He got dresses, and walked towards his bungalow door, opened it, and went outside. He was bored. Somebody would die tonight.

Nex checked his watch, and saw that it was about 2 in the morning. He had a lot of time.

Walking outside, he checked the streets for activity, there was none. It was deserted.
Jogging over the street, and into an alleyway, he followed the scent of booze and drugs until it was too much.
He found a bum, propped up against the wall, and grinned.

Start small, work your way up...

He transformed, into a skeleton with a black cloak and hood, and the bum suddenly saw him, backing away, mumbling. crying. Nex drew his scythe, and used one quick, but powerful blow. Next thing he knew, there was the bums head rolling around in the liquid grime.

Nex congratulated himself on a job well done, before teleporting away away, in a bang of putrid smoke and death.

______________________________________________________________

There, just a quick post...

The fire grew brighter a second, unusualy bright...
It seems this 'Nex' as found a victim... Atael comunicated, For only a death lord would make the fire glow like that...
Atael went straight to the portal, trusting his senses as a death lord to lead him to others of his kin.

He walked through the streets of Paradiso, in shadow form, untill he found the place. A dead bum was lying in the road, decapitated.
Atael followed the trail of energy left by 'Nex', and came to a bunglow. He phased through the wall, and manifestied himself infront of a bed.
In the bed were two people.
He sensed the male was 'Nex'.

Awake Nex... Atael comunicated silentley You are needed in the service of the Gods...

BIC:…..Descent….

It was a cold clear night, the moon bathed the World in a silvery light. The sea played gently in its embrace, teasing the unmovable earth. Seagulls fought over a half eaten hamburger left on the beach. They flew up as they heard the humming of a C-130 Hercules flying low over the ocean. Inside the cargo bay of the enormous transport plane there were two federal agent. Both were clad in identical black business suits. The smaller one held a brown envelope in its hands, the inside filled with valuable information. They both looked up as the pilot entered the bay. “Guys we’re getting close to land. Paradiso is just a few minutes away.” The small agent nodded. “Keep us low and out of the radar pilot.” “No problem sir, if I don’t want to get caught…. I don’t get caught.” “We’ll remember that.” The larger agent said. The pilot sighted, sometimes he said things he shouldn’t say. He saluted and disappeared back into the safety of his cockpit. The agents nodded at each other. “It’s time, agent smith.” The larger agent said to his colleague . Smith nodded and opened the brown envelope, gently he pulled the two files out of their container. “Let’s go, agent Anderson” smith said.

They both stood up and proceeded to the back of the cargo bay. There was a small plastic table in the middle with a radio on it. The tones of AC/DC’s famous thunderstruck blasting out the speakers. Falke stood next to it, a fresh pint in his hand. He waved at the agents as he continued his silly dance and yelled the lyrics together with the singer. Anderson muted the radio, staring directly at Falke. “Why so serious?” falke said laughingly. Anderson pulled his pint from under his lips. “How the hell did you get this on board anyway?” “He bribed the pilot” Amber said as she appeared from behind a large crate. “And you didn’t stop him?” Amber just raised her shoulders and hoped this would suffice as an answer. Anderson sighted, he thought that he would escort a highly trained professional to their mission. He had heard whispers over this team in the pentagon, and in his mind these couldn’t possibly team Steeplejack. Smith intervened as he saw the grim look growing on his colleagues’ face. “We’re almost above Paradiso. So I’m now cleared to give you this.” Amber took both files while Falke and Anderson held a staring contest. She quickly flipped to the files only stopping here and there. “Is this all there is?” she asked not happy with the given information. “It’s all we have.” Amber grumbled as she closed the file and slapped it against Falke back head. “Oww, what’s that good for?” he asked breaking his concentration. “You lost, now suit up.” “Sure thing.” He muttered.

They quickly pulled their black armored suits on. Falke handed Amber her transport bag, she safely hung it over her chest, the parachute on the back. They both looked like obese men with all their armaments and supllies. Suddenly the red light blazed to life, showering the room in its light. The agents hanged on to the rails as the cargo door opened. Wind poured in pulling everything that wasn’t bolted and strapped out of the cargo bay. Falke cursed as he saw his radio disappear in the darkness. When the ramp was completely down it revealed the moon hanging low in the air, and beneath them the massive ash cloud that marked Paradiso city. “I still have to give you something!” Agent smith yelled trying to overcome the deafening sound of the wind. “Where?” Amber yelled back. “Behind the crate!” he responded. Amber carelessly walked towards it, she and Falke weren’t holding on to anything. A bit of wind couldn’t knock them of their feet. Amber Found a small box behind the crate, she pulled her hair back but the wind kept pushing it back. She pulled out several containers of ‘Substance 182’ she quickly pressed the box in her already bloated supply bag. She was back in time for the light to turn green. Signaling them it was time to jump. “Good luck!” agent Smith screamed. “Just try to don’t kill everyone this time.” “Can’t promise you anything.” Falke said as her ran to the edge and jumped overboard like a professional diver. “He’s kidding right?” Anderson asked. “Like he said, I can’t promise anything.” She saluted the agents as she followed her partner into the murky depth. Anderson watched as they plummeted towards the earth at an insane rate. “Crazy fools” he cursed.

(((We're going to say it's early morning, 2 or 3 in the morning)))

The figure approached from the down town area. Ryan squinted with a strain to make out the figure, and managed to make out a cape and hood, stepping along with light puffs of dust. He decided to meet the figure on his terms, and sprinted to the stranger, making sure to dodge the sharp scraps of vehicle and bots around him. As he approached, he saw the familiar build of Isuel, and slowed himself to a walk, as Isuel stooped and saw him.

"Ryan! You are alive! It is good to see that you are living!" Isuel shouted from a few blocks away as he raised his hand in greeting.

Ryan threw up and eyebrow.

"You think a bunch of doped up hoodlums are gonna cause me any trouble? Destroy their pretty little wagon and they run for mama."

Isuel gave his own look of surprise.

"So, the Objector team did not come this way. I had thought for sure that I was thinking they would... Disregard, I have new information for you concerning the dealers. They say they want to meet you, at a specific meeting place."

"Why didn't you just call?"

"I had have no phone, and you would not have answered."

Ryan shrugged.

"Phone's expensive these days. So what have you got to tell me."

"As I said, they wish to meet you in person. They gave me a letter to give you."

Now the gears were turning in Ryan's head. First they know he has a stockpile, then a group of looters appear, and now they want to meet face to face all of a sudden? Ryan shook his head. He was being paranoid again. Isuel dropped a note on the ground before turning and running off. Ryan picked it up and pocketed it. As he turned to go home, he had realized that he needed another loaf of bread. He headed of towards the downtown area, making a mental list of things he needed. As he did so, he took out the note and read it.

The Needle, basement, 12:00 PM Tomorrow. Dress nice.

Ryan added a clean shirt to his mental list.

Just seen the News of the Day.
Do we have to stop this?
Or do we want this to happen?

BIC:…..Descent, part 2…..

Falke grunted as his body absorbed the impact of the parachute. He looked up and saw Amber speeding past him until a full hundred meters beneath him she opened her parachute. He rolled his eyes for the responsible one, she sure took risks some time. His feet connected with the ground, he quickly broke free from his parachute, not taking the risk of possible entanglement. He threw his supply back on the ground and pulled out his high-caliber automatic sniper rifle. He heard the soft steps of Amber moving towards him trough the bush. She pressed her own sniper rifle against his head. “Pay attention Falke.” She whispered. He looked over his shoulders. Ambers was already in full battledress, her bag already placed on her back. “I heard you babe, you can’t hide from me.” She pulled her rifle away from his head. “Don’t call me babe, Falke.” She muttered. “Well as long as I don’t know you’re name. I can call you whatever I like.” Amber smiled this was a game that started on their very first mission, trying to figure out who the other one was. “Well it isn’t babe.” “Don’t worry one day I’ll get it right.” Falke quickly got ready and threw his bag on his back. He smiled as he received his portion of the ‘Substance 182’ capsules. “Not yet.” Amber commanded as he pulled on out. “There’s a lot of Supers out here, we’re going to need every single capsule we have.”

Falke pushed the capsule back and placed them in his safe place. “How many?” he asked. She gave him the file. “Read it, I’m going to sweep the area.” Falke waved his hand in answer already absorbed by the file. The darkness was no problem for their altered genes, night time was almost exactly like daytime. For reasons unknown to her Falke enjoyed to study supers, finding their weakspots. But it did came in handy. After half an hour Amber reappeared. “Got it.” He said as he placed the file in its back. “You need time to read.” Falke quickly realized his mistake as Amber raised her eyebrow. “Ow yeah, photographic memory….. you’re the one with the perfect genes.” “Well, we can’t all be like me.” She said with a devilish grin on her face. “But come with me.” He followed her through the bushes until Amber signed him to get down. He slowly crept next to her. A giant wall appeared before him, spanning from the right all the way to the left. The Wall was build six months ago to keep the rampaging Supers contained within the city limits. It was made out of every possible element, it was a good defense against minor Supers. But the others…. Well that was the reason they were here. Take the Major Supers down, so the Authorities could wrestle the city back under control. “well that’s not the way out.” Falke muttered. “Did you think that after El Harrabria, they would us get away.” Falke suppressed the visions of El Harrabria. “Yeah, I guess so, but I keep thinking they sent us here to die.” Amber looked at him, she had come to the same conclusion. “Perhaps, but completing the mission is the only way out. Running will be for the next time.” Falke nodded. “Lets head into the city then.”

They crept back under the bushes and over the hill before standing back up. They ran through the soft glowing hills surrounding Paradiso at a pace that would make Olympic athletes jealous. Not that Supers were allowed in the Olympics, but that didn’t lowered the envy. They dropped to the ground as a light appeared. They both aimed their sniper rifles on the source, it was a young man clothed in a greasy overall standing on top of a watchtower. The strange thing was that he wasn’t holding a torchlight. The light came from what seemed electricity crackling around his arm. The light disappeared after a few minutes the man seemingly happy that he didn’t find anything. They both crept closer, the watchtower was part of a small airfield. Apparently only inhabited by the mysterious Super. “Is he on the list?” he asked Amber. “No, probably a minor.” Falke’s crosshair rested on the man’s head slowly walking from the watchtower to his little house. “What if we take him down and take a airplane?” he asked. “nope, there’s no guarantee their’s a plane in that hanger, besides everything coming out of Paradiso will get shot down.” Falke pulled the crosshair away from the minor. “Lets continue then.” They continued their breackneck dash over the open fields until they Saw Paradiso laying in the bay. They looked at the ravaged remains of what once was a beautiful thriving city. “This is why I don’t like Supers.” Falke stated as he pointed at a small explosion, soon followed by the sound of a collapsing building. “Not because they’re better then you?” Amber asked. “Better?” falke grumbled annoyed. “Just wait and see.” He told her as they descended into the bowls of Paradiso.

OOC: That minor was you Skycrawler.

The raptor felt nervous. This was underground. He couldn’t fly underground, therefore he was fidgety, hissing slightly he said “Yess?” and dug his massive talons into the floor.

"Excellent, you accepted my offer now we must plan carefully as the others posses 'super' powers as you may call them but you are unique and with such skill you must realise that with power comes restraint and control, now here is our treasure chest."

Syrath reveals a massive model of the city made completely by hand, each building carved and each figure that dots it sculpted but when the Night Lord looks closer he see that these each represent a Super Villain or Hero.

++just outside of the military cordon++




Eversor chuckled to himself and wiped his manreaper on the grass below his feet. Around him was a scene of carnage. Three US military humvees and their occupants were strewn around in various states of dismemberment, the head of the lieutenant in charge was fixed on a spike of metal in the center. Gathering up any useful weapons and reloads Eversor made his way back into the city. His ludicrously enhanced genes warned him of two object precisely 1000 feet above him on the beach, with lighting speed he rolled into a bush and turned off his unnecessary body functions, using his cloaking drugs to mask his heat sig, and drawing his doom-siren he flipped it to ‘lethal’.




Two figures hit the beach and began unpacking. They had deployed via archaic parachutes. They both were obviously enhanced professionals, who had been doing this all their life. After some conversation, they headed down the beach at a breakneck pace. The eversor could keep up with them while running at one third of his optimum speed. He was impressed. After a while, the two commandos (for that is what they behaved like) noticed the warp-light in the boy on the lighthouses hands. They affixed him on their scopes but did not fire.



The eversor knew that since he was not a ‘super’ as they called these psykers. He could show himself. He stepped from behind his bush and activated his shields. While turning off his active camouflage. “Good morning” were the words that issued from the skull-mask that covered his face. “I greet you in the name of Ezekiel Abbadon.”



(OOC: you know who you are...)

the figures were impressing no doubt but the night lodr did quite understand “Interesting…but I fail to grasp the idea fully, enlighten me” said the Flight obsessed chaos marine. Slowly digging involuntary gouges in the floor.

@ineptus

.... sneaking up on my characters...

Prepare to die....Or talk....Or play some Bridge...or cuddle...

, writing has begun... but first i have to read your char sheet again...(my mind has a remembrance problem)

@silly

dont kill im...(not that you can ATM, he has active shields. think SPARTAN level)

here is a reference pic:

Iris lounged in the comfortable throne seat set amid a jumble of pillows and floor seats, her lieutenants and advisers seated around her in a rough circle. A large holographic display showed a detailed map of the city, with various markers scattered around, denoting troop movements, known or suspected locations of Supers and the factions they belonged to. Murders, shooting and other crimes also dotted the display as various advisers filled in the activity of the previous 24 hours. Iris's eyes took in every detail as the map became more and more crowded with markers.

At last the final speaker fell silent. An expectant quiet filled the room as they awaited Iris's orders. 20 minutes later they all filed out of the room, eager to carry out their instructions, repositioning squads of cultists here, sending in covert surveillance there, ordering more food stockpiles, distributing soup and bread in such and such a district, and all the other minute (sp? ) of policing the city.

Iris followed them out, Zetes motioning to her that he had something important to speak about, but that it was private. She nodded imperceptibly and moved towards her private lift to her penthouse suites, Zetes following her into the brightly lit, highly mirrored interior, his bulk making the otherwise airy space seemed cramped. "Just to keep you informed, word has been sent to the individual you identified to meet you at noon tomorrow." Zetes said as they rose to the top of the needle. Iris smiled and replied "Good, thank you for arranging that for me." they quickly reached the top of the Needle and stepped out into the huge open plan living area of the penthouse, light streaming in through the floor to double height ceiling windows that faced south out over the ocean.

Iris cast aside her robe and strode across the living room and onto the balcony, basking in the sunlight. She smiled as the sun caressed her skin, muttering thanks to Apollo for the light he gave as she dived head first into the brilliant blue waters of the open air pool.

Zetes followed her out, his dark suit and serious demeanor incongruous when set against the location and Iris's graceful playfulness.

Surfacing in a stream of bubbles, Iris softly trod water, her lithe form tantalizingly revealed through the gentle ripples on the waters surface.

"You had something to tell me in confidence, Zetes?"

"Yes my lady, I have information that has come to me from outside the normal channels, information that is not currently available in the mainstream." He paused to look out to sea before continuing "It appears there is an asteroid projected to impact upon the city in 6 days' time."

Iris's eyes twinkled as she contemplated this new information.

"Well, this makes things more interesting, don't you think?" she said with a smile, playfully splashing water at him as she dived back beneath the surface...

ineptus astartes wrote:The eversor could keep up with them while running ate nine thirds of his optimum speed.

Just so you know, nine thirds is 3 times faster than his optimum speed.

Crap! you know what I meant

((I dont think ill be able to keep up with this. my computer has been crashing a lot lately. Sorry.))

dont rush. just wait until it sops crashing and you can RP!

BIC:…….First encounter….

Amber and Falke slowly made their way in to the city. They slowly walked trough the rubble of a destroyed neighborhood , they froze as they heard a stone roll down the steep slope. They both turned around in the blink of an eye, their high powered rifles aimed at the source. Amber swallowed as she saw what they aimed at. It was bigger then Falke, standing two feet above him. His entire body was pressed behind an armor of dark steel. Strange signs glowed deep red over his armor, almost as it was alive. His fingers were like overgrown claws, twitching in the dark. They studied each other for what seemed minutes, but was in fact only several seconds. The creature hunched forward, his skull like mask aimed at Amber. “Good morning” the creature hissed, quickly snapping his gaze upon Falke. ‘A friendly monster?’ Amber tought. This must be a first. She studied the thing, it wasn’t in the files…. so it wasn’t a mayor Super. Perhaps a Minor. The thing glanced back at Amber. Amber thought she saw insecurity, but his eyes were burrowed in its mask. “I greet you in the name of Ezekiel Abbadon.” It hissed, continuing as if this was a normal conversation. Ezekiel that name ringed a bell. “So you’re one of Asmodius minions?” Falke said, remebering a similar Super from the files. The creature growled at him. “Don’t you dare speak his name! We both serve the Ezekiel and no scum will speak our names” Falke glanced at Amber. “Seems I hit a nerve.” The Creature stood there infuriated, this would not end well.

“Falke you remember Histar.” Falke nodded. “Now!” she yelled as she rolled over the stones behind Falke. Falke’s Rifle barked with a thunderous roar, catching the thing off guard. It screeched as bullet after bullet crashed on his armor, searching for a way in. behind Falke, Amber swallowed her first capsule of the mission. She grinned as she felt it quickly dissolving and entering her bloodstream. Falke looked at her as he changed his ammo clip. Her eyes were black as death, even the white tissue of the eye was dark, a tell sign of what coursed through her vaines. They switched, Amber taking his position she fired upon the fleeing creature, the knockback of the rifle didn’t even pushed her back, unlike Falke just seconds ago. Falke appeared besides her, his eyes as dark as her. An Ecstatic smile on his face. “Who is Scum now.” He yelled as he fired upon the wrecked car the thing sheltered behind. “Fall back!” Amber commanded. “Quickly before it recovers.” They turned around, crossing the fields they passed mere minutes ago. But this time at twice the speed. They heard the enraged screeching of the thing as it commenced it’s charge. Falke pointed at the small airport reappearing before them. “The house quickly!” they altered their course speeding towards the minor they had spotted earlier, hoping that their assailant wouldn’t reach them before they were inside.

OOC: So, wait for Sky Crawler intro post and reaction to the rp’s… and then event…unless Ineptus chickens out ^^

Skycrawler wrote:((I dont think ill be able to keep up with this. my computer has been crashing a lot lately. Sorry.))

Write it in Word, and hit save often. When you're done just copy and paste.

The Outsider considered its next move as it approached the skyscraper.
The building’s occupant was unlikely to aid it, their moral standings being rather…incompatible. Yes, that was the word. Regardless, it was running out of time, and the Outsider’s goal was more important than any personal misgivings it may have had. The comfort that that knowledge brought, however, was not going to solve the problem of finding a way to enter the building without being shot on site.
True, the Outsider thought, it could use its thought suggestion power to influence the minds of any guards. It dismissed the notion. The enforcer’s devotion to their charge was such that altering their brain patterns may prove…challenging, at best. Perhaps it could teleport? Again, unlikely-it could not travel that far, and even so it had no idea on the buildings layout. Too risky. For a moment it considered seeing if it could scale the outside, but then again, that was a tall building.
The Outsider sighed emphatically; face still twisted in a morbid grin. Just for once, it wished it could simple walk through a door without being instantly designated a threat. Still, its form did bring its own advantage, the creature supposed.
“Halt, daemon!” In well under a second the Outsider had wheeled to face these new aggressors, dropping into a low combat stance and unsheathing a trio of wicked-looking knives. In response, it was met with three zealous looking individuals brandishing crude semi-automatic weaponry. A valiant effort, the Outsider thought, but did they really believe that they could take it?
Wait. Believe. That was it.
Slowly, prompting the men to tighten their grip on their gun’s trigger, the Outsider rose back to its full height, whilst slowly tucking the knives into its belt-eyes still focused on the symbol adorning his confronter’s garments. Then, it slowly raised its hands into the air.
I surrender, it seemed to say.
The men looked at each other nervously, and the Outsider could have sworn he heard one mutter “What is that thing?” under his breath. It was not surprised. Its appearance usually prompted reactions such as that, but then again the Outsider had never cared much for popularity. Finally, the three seemed to reach a decision and the centre man-evidently some kind of leader-spoke in a slightly trembling voice.
“We will take you to the holy mistress, beast. There she shall pass judgement upon you. Come with us quietly, or we are authorised and will not hesitate to use deadly force”. In response, the Outsider nodded, though if it had had eyes it almost certainly would have been rolling them. Always deadly force with these people…still, it thought as the men led him towards his objective, today was going to be a lot more productive that it had first imagined.

(OOC: I think you see where I am going with this)

Eversor waited for his shield to recharge before rolling out of cover. He whipped out his doomsiren and fired a single burst set on ‘blast’ the sound that came from the sonic pistol was like a thousand base guitars chording at once. A bright blue beam shot out and hit the smaller enemy, sending her flying a good fifty meters. Increasing the flow of his drug injector he screamed “WWWWRRRRRYYYYYY!!!!!!” and sprinted forward with the ferocity of a baneblade, while cloaking and activating active camouflage.



Essentially invisible, the assassin fired the graviton guns in his bots and leaped 100 feet in a single jump. When he hit the ground, the graviton guns were still firing. The intire street behind him was blasted apart. Drawing his executioner from its nest of his backpack the assassin fired a single shot at the rubble where the commandoes had taken refuge. The explosive round detonated on impact and sent lethal needles of neurotoxin everywhere the shot had not penetrated the stone though and so this called for more drastic measures. The eversor scaled an old apartment and followed the creatures back to the airport.



Arming his doomsiren again he flicked the selector to ‘lethal’ and lined up his shot. The hanger. Firing the weapon sent the blue beam into the side of the hanger, which immediately crumpled and sent planes flying everywhere. He slammed the button on his wrist which alerted Asmodius to his predicament. As he watched the commandoes sprinted toward the airport ,it took them only one minute to clear the distance. An impressive feat, but a futile one. Eversor could hear the roar of modified rump-packs in the distance.



Asmodius had had to cut the meeting with syrath short and had agreed to meet him tomorrow. As he flexed his talons, revved his chainsword drew his boltgun and checked his flamer. He swooped.

[ooc: I am setting my previous RP's the day before the majority of the RP's of other people, as I seem to be the only one posting during the "day" and everyone else is set at night/early morning. Plus it makes a bit more sense as mine are generally more background posts than anything action-y]

sillyboy wrote:

Skycrawler wrote:((I dont think ill be able to keep up with this. my computer has been crashing a lot lately. Sorry.))

Write it in Word, and hit save often. When you're done just copy and paste.

((To put it into perspective how gakked up my parents computer is... We dont have Word, or any of the other standard things you normally get on a windows PC. I swear im going to use linux when i get my laptop.))

Shooting girls in the back....Coward

Oh and don't forget i have Matrix powers.... So bring it on....when skycrawler posts his rp and chowder events it...

dont forget that Eversor's technology is thirty-eight-thousand years better than yours! (and he is almost 500 years old so...more combat XP)

ineptus astartes wrote:dont forget that Eversor's technology is thirty-eight-thousand years better than yours! (and he is almost 500 years old so...more combat XP)

We will see, when the event hits....

*looks at skycrawler and chowdah*

the event will no doubt be the comet (I dont think the judge would be interested in me. I am not a super. just a sociopath a long way from home)

ineptus astartes wrote:the event will no doubt be the comet (I dont think the judge would be interested in me. I am not a super. just a sociopath a long way from home)

I ment 'player event' for me, you and sky... because only the GM can kill and maim...

we all know that...

Ryan stood in front of The Needle. It was 11:47. Even if he was early, that might give him the advantage if he so needs it. He walked by two enormous gardens on either side of the large automatic doors.

As he steeped inside, the dark misery of the city gave way to the peak of civilization. He stood on oaken floors, polished to a shine, inside a large round room, perhaps one hundred and fifty feet in diameter. The wall of the circle lobby was a perfect matte white, with elegant banners with suns emblazoned upon them hanging down every dozen feet or so. Four massive pillars of Marble twisted upwards like helix's to support the massive glass dome, through which Ryan could see to the top floor, where he could see people gathering. Elegant benches of some surely exotic wood line the room, seeming to be able to support many more people than he surmised were here. The entire room felt warm and secure, a feeling that Ryan did not like. Three young people sat at the reception desk, two young ladies and a man. Ryan approached them, his steps echoed ominously across the room with each step. As he walked, he noticed that a darker stain was used to outline an image of the sun. He brought his attention back to the desk. Two receptionists were busy with papers, but one of girls, a red-head, noticed his approach.

"Hello, sir. I would like to welcome you to The Needle, home of the Solarium. If you like to join our-"

Ryan held up his hands in protest.

"Please ma'am, I already have a scheduled meeting. Might I ask where your lowest floor is?"

A touch of recognition came across the receptionist, as she turned to punch something into the computer in front of her. She then pointed to a door to her right, which, like the walls, was matte white, with a gold handle knob. Ryan nodded in thanks, and approached the door, his footsteps echoing once more. He opened the door and entered a downward stairway, surprisingly dark for the theme of the place. As he reached the bottom, the door above him snapped shut. Ryan tensed for a fight, but a light snapped on, reveling a steel lined room, filled with guards in white uniforms sporting light weaponry. Just as Ryan reared his fist back, one guard shot out his hand.

"Wait" he said. "We're not here to fight. We just need to put you through security, and then the lady will meet you. Ryan let his hand fall, but he did not let his guard down yet. They lead him through a security scanner, which read his buttons and cash clip, but otherwise nothing. Then they did a pat down, done by pressure sensor held by one of the guards. Once they finished, Ryan took a seat across the room, and waited. He only waited a few moments before a rather large man entered from the lobby above. The man had a deep tan, which Ryan estimated to be Central American or Caribbean. He looked like he ought to be guarding the president, and his hair was short, and he sported a plain suit and black shaded, and, from what Ryan could tell, a perpetual scowl.

"Mr. Battles, I hope?". His words were articulate and precise. A true professional.

"I assume you are my contact?" Ryan responded, not letting himself into the position of the interrogated.

"No, I am Zetes. I speak for my lady Isis, who your true contact. If you will follow me."

They left the room and emerged back into the lobby, the receptionists now gone. As he happened to glance up, he saw the group he had seen before had more than doubled. A lone figure stood above them, who raised it's arms to the sky, as if to hold the sun itself. As the sun reached it peak, the light grew brighter and warmer, and Ryan felt a little more calm. He immediately dismissed the feeling, knowing it to be false. He and Zetes entered a solid steel elevator, and as the doors shut and the box began to move up, he took another not of Zetes. He was a big man, to be sure. Big and powerful, but, if it came down to it, Ryan would have no trouble crushing him. Perhaps a few tonnes, and he would be a red pancake.

The elevator stopped, and Ryan and Zetes emerged on the top floor, dominated by a large pool in the center, in which a woman floated carelessly along it's surface. Ryan would have noted her attractive, had he a care for such things. Either way, now was the time for business, and he and Zetes approached the new woman.

Sadly, Silly, today is not a Player Event day. Resolve it amongst yourselves, please.

I'm much to tired to do anything, really.

Asmodius was not happy, not happy at all. and when Asmodius was not happy, people tended to die. He swooped low set his sights on the larger one. A quick set of bio-scans rolled across his HUD. Male, average height, combat drugs, enhanced muscle yield, and a horribly inefficient rifle. Asmodius had been waiting for a decent challenge. Evidently he would have to wait some more. The weapons they carried were ‘advanced’ on ancient terra, but could not even dent his Astartes war plate. ‘Warp, they could only scratch the paintwork at most!’ thought Asmodius as he dived he caught the larger one unawares and slammed his fully outstretched talons blunt ends into his back.


The man let out an expletive and was flung some forty feet, directly into a small house. Asmodius lifted off again and raised his flamer, aiming it at the broken door and depressed the firing stud. A white-hot inferno swept out as the raptor landed and continued cooking the building. The dusty old furniture caught like dry bracken and the moth-eaten carpets went up in flames as well. After a few moments the fire spread to the top floor, and licked the window panes. There was a screaming from his right, and the smaller female charged at him. He lifted her off of the ground and flung her into the blaze. Before lifting a minivan from the street and wedging it into the doorway


(keep in mind that normal Space Mariness can lift the back end of a rhino, he could pick up a school bus If he wanted.)


‘lets see them get out of this’ he thought, and raised his bolter after standing back.
It was acommon misconception that if someone shot a gas tank that it would explode, this in fact did not happen, inert metal bullets flying into gasoline did nothing but make a hole in the Gas can. Bolters however were a different matter. Asmodius pulled the trigger and sent a 75. Caliber explosive bullet into the gas tank the bolt shell’s diamond/adamant penetrator passed through the four-inch steel like it was air. The minivan exploded spectacularly. Ripping the house’s front apart and sending the burning wreck skyward with such a force that the explosion cold be heard and seen from the needle as clear as a gunshot next to one’s ear.


With a soft ‘thump’ the Eversor dropped down beside him. “they aren’t dead, you know.” Said the assassin. “I know.” Said Asmodius. “ That was just a show.” In fact they escaped by running out the back door. into the yard and back to the coastline.” “impressive” muttered the eversor. “Where we headed now?” Asmodius snarled. “the home of that damn bitch.” Leaning on his manreaper, the eversor queried, “the sun obsessor?” “Yes.” Replied Asmodius. “Ave Dominus Nox”

Time for me to go on my two week long holiday everyone...

... Raptors, I think you know what to do...

... and heres a goodbye present...

I'm going to wait for skycrawler before continuing the storyline.

@skycrawler, if you're computer still malfunctions... I'm prepared to write it for you, and then sent it over to you to read.

I will then carry your char in my rp posts, until you get your computer back in check...

Zetes motioned for Ryan to wait at the entrance to the rooftop area and walked over to the pool's stairs, picking up a robe from a nearby lounger. He stood between Ryan and the woman as she climbed gracefully from the pool and dressed her in the robe. He stepped back and fell into step behind her as she walked towards where Ryan stood. She seemed to flicker for a moment and suddenly she was dry, her hair ordered in a graceful braid running down her spine. She smiled at Ryan and motioned to a small table with two chairs. The pair sat down facing one another, Ryan slightly tense, ready for anything that might be thrown at him, Iris calm, collected and relaxed.

She smiled again. "Mr Battles, welcome. Is there anything we can get you? A drink, some food perhaps?"

Ryan shook his head "No, I'm fine thank you." No sense in letting them poison him, or slip some mind altering substance into his body.

Iris nodded to Zetes who moved off into the main penthouse.

"Mr Battles, firstly I would like to commend you for the work you have been doing in keeping your neighbourhood safe; you have powers and you are using them to the benefit of the people around you, not just yourself." She paused, motioning to their surroundings. "In this we have things in common - we seek to try and make the world a better place using the powers we were born with; I believe that I can help you make more of a difference than you ever could alone."

Ryan considered this before shaking his head "I don't think I am your sort of person, Lady Iris."

Ryan spun as someone spoke behind him, power building within him before he saw it was Zetes, returned with a tray of pastries and a delicate china pot of tea with two almost translucent drinking bowls. He set the pastries in the centre of the table, placing a drinking bowl, plate and napkin besides Ryan and Iris. The sweet and spicy aroma of the pastries wafted up from the plate and mingled with the refreshing steam coming from the herbal tea.

Iris nodded to Zetes "Thank you Zetes" He retired back to the penthouse as Iris turned to Ryan "You do not mind if I take refreshment?" Ryan shook his head and watched her pick up a steaming pastry in her dainty hand and place it on the plate before her. She poured a generous draught of herbal tea into her bowl, the clear liquid only minimally coloured by the herbs that infused it. The smell of lemon drifted to Ryan as Iris gently blew on the tea to cool it slightly before taking a sip and then taking a large bite from the pastry.

"You are sure you don't want any, Mr Battles? Don't worry, it is not poisoned, see?" She motioned to her own partially devoured lunch and laughed softly.

Betrayed by his watering mouth and rumbling stomach he picked up a pastry, sniffed it and bit a large chunk from it before pouring a cup full of tea and gulping it down.

"Unless of course I had already ingested the antidote." She said.

Ryan stopped eating, focusing intently to see if anything felt wrong. There was the feeling of vague contentment and wellbeing that was seemingly always present in the Needle which he was working hard to ignore, but nothing else.

The light began to grow dim and the air chilled. He looked up at Iris and saw a kind of darkness spreading from her, sucking up the light before it could reach where they sat. He tried to summon his powers but they failed to materialise. The darkness grew absolute and frost began to form on the table as the heat was sucked from it.

Iris spoke, but it was with a strange, hollow voice, as if she were speaking across the aeons, and he saw stars and galaxies form and die in her eyes. "Do not think that because I spread harmony here that I lack the will to commit to action, to crush utterly my enemies, to erase them from the histories and all memory save my own. I have destroyed more empires than you have ever known existed and shaped the course of history on this and other worlds."

As quickly as it had gone, the light began to return and slowly the temperature began to rise, frost turning to steam as the sunlight struck it.

She gestured with her right hand "Once loyal to me there will be no more tricks, you will still be your own man, you will simply have access to my resources; my intelligence, my armouries and my followers, as well as other supers working with my cause." She gestured with her left hand. "If you choose not to side with me, you will be free to go, to continue your individual campaign to right wrongs, such that it is. But if you interfere in my work, I will destroy you utterly." At this her eyes flashed with some of the darkness Ryan had just seen.

She nodded to Zetes who had once again silently positioned himself behind Ryan, he leaned forwards and injected Ryan with a small vial of fluid. "I would have your answer, mortal."

I have an Idia the fighting that took place between my charachters and silly's can have taken place in the morning, while this 'exchange' between ryan and iris can be set later that noon.

[OOC: That would be fine]

(OOC good i have started writing in that timeline)

anyone gonna post? (I need the conversation between ryan and iris to be over to post my bit as it ties us all together in one timeline.)

[OOC: I believe that I have Little lord Fauntleroy's character headed towards my basement, so I have PM'd him to RP getting into the tower. Also don't want to RP Ryan's response, as I don't want to force him into anything.

Perhaps RP some background/setup?]

sure...Its just unless you want a bunch of drugged up khornate cultists swarming your tower in the middle of the talk...

"Captain, the UAV scans have shown something." Johnson was staring at footage from the small plastic airplane.

"Yes, Specialist Johnson?" McAllister had more time for the science bull, as the escape attempts had lessened.

"We have found the thing the asteroid appears to be tracking. It's a man." Johnson pointed to the screen.

"Err... Is that Trade Avenue? The 'street of death'? How can this guy cross it?" McAllister was astonished. The Fiddler, a member of DARKSTAR, was a horrid man. He sat on top of the Paradiso Trade Center, holding his "instrument", a Barrett M82 modified with massive incendiary rounds. Every time the fiddler takes a shot, he would hit the person's head, right between the eyes. Whether this is good aim or something else has yet to be decided.

"Captain, I'm as confused as you are. We may just have to wait and see what this thing does." Johnson began to toy with the UAV again.

"Dismissed, Specialist." McAllister was, for the first time in her life, scared.

"Oh, and Captain," Johnson said as he left the room, "When this thing hits, it's going to take out a few city blocks, maybe more. Should we tell the people?"

"Yes. We should." McAllister left the room, heading for the truck mounted megaphone.

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Syrath looked at his massive model map and studied every inch of it, his eyes could spot the tiniest of detail and he slowly moved the Asmodius towards the Sky-scrapper the needle which Syrath had constructed earlier and had added markers to parts of the building where the Night-Lord would attack, he smiled and raised his phone and spoke with a dark glee

"Enjoy and make it quick, if you find anything of value return it to my base and I'll be sending a 'surprise' to help make a bang"

Syrath quickly moved the small figures representing strange creatures towards the Sky scrapper and laughed.

"They could have planned for 10,000 years and nothing could have stopped me."

(this post's influence music was 'barra barra' 'SGT Mckenzie' and 'ultramarines chant')

+++REMOVED UNLESS I SEE FIT TO USE IT+++ (lets have that hanging over your head silver )

anyone gonna post?

Nex rose from his bed and stood infront of Atael. He transformed himself into his skeletal form.
Excelent... Atael comunicated to Nex.
Nex looked, seemingly shocked at the psychic comunication of the Death Lords.
You will soon be able to do it too... Atael continued You must come with me, to Ba’Xeh’Vac, where you will be assesed and your worth to the gods decided...
Nex nodded silentley, in awe of larger skeletal figure in his doorway.
Follow... This single word would change Nex's life for ever.

Natasha still slept silently in the bed, Atael really wished to be able to kill this weakling. But he stoped himself. He sensed some importance in her. He wasn't sure what, but he felt she may be useful one day...


Ba’Xeh’Vac
As they entered the temple through the portal, Haldrax walked into the room from one of the side tunnels.
I have it prepared my lord...
Good... Atael replied to his under lord.
Haldrax produced a black woven sack, and from it pulled several items. The severed head of a man in his old age, the right wing of a dove which had been brought down by a raven, the moss of the grave of an ancient warrior and an empty glass vial.
Atael took the vial from him, and produced a black bladed knife.
Give me your arm... He said to Nex.
Nex held out his arm, trying to hide his anxiousness. Atael raised the knife, and then brought it down towards the arm of the young death bringer. He stopped the knife on the skin, with the skill of one who had done it many time, and then turned the point downwards.
He pricked the skin, and let a single drop of blood out, which he deposited in the vial.

Next, he through the vial, along with the other items, into the fire and watched to flames grow.
State your name to the gods and they will choose wether to accept you into our order... Atael said to Nex.
"Nex" He said to the flames.

There was a crack as a portal to death opened in the fabric of the world, the flames grew higher as nex was judged. The wall torches grew brigter and the deamons flocked to the temple. This event only happened once every hundered thousand years, and sometimes not even that often.
Nex stared into the portal with anticipation.
The gods stared back.
A deathly silence engulfed the room.
And then...
And then...
A beam of energy blasted out of the portal, taking nex into the realm of Kalin and Farsax.
There he would remain for 14 days and 14 nights.
If he was worthy he would be returned.
If not, he would remain there for ever.


(Inducted and removed from the RP for 2 weeks.)

Syrath looked over the items with keen and sinister eyes, his Cat however kept its distance while his master slowly studied each inch with a magnifying glass and drew out every symbol with a pen and took several photographs which he handed to Asmodius's mech's as he refereed to them.

"My friends took the time to clean up as you may say the mess that you left, anyone in the area fled but they did take casualties Asmodius and you must be careful. That is why I do not share a base with you Nightlord and I do expect you're friends to arrive. I and Whetley will return to Mesa along with some of the loot while I believe you should ready a defense against the Sun Cultists how will surely attack and If you wish to retreat to Mesa I will pen a Portal but make sure they do not follow you."

Syrath and his couscous Cat enter a light green portal and leave Asmodius and his Cultists however a large grey crystal stands where Syrath once stood and flickers to life. As Syrath and the Cat returned to Mesa he moved the Models of Nex and Atael into a large model of the Catacombs and smiled as Whetley stood beside him and purred loudly;

"I'm guessing its all going as planned? Yeah,yeah cause the thing is that the Night Lord just pissed off that Sun Cult."

NOTE: the 'new' base of Asmodius is an offshore armed oil rig. a huge one. a central spire in wich Asmodius 'governs' his 'people'

Name: Eternus Nox (everlasting night)

level: sea level

defenses: flak batteries THEL emplacemts, looted SAMs looted HMGs four bradly fighting vehicles. one howitzer.

size: small city about the size of the downtown of paradisio

defining features: a mass of pipes, storage containers and huts, whith a massive spire in the center that forms Asmodius's 'keep' Only accesible from sea or air

ineptus astartes wrote:anyone gonna post?

Well, I was not expecting you to actually attack the building and advance the time so much - Kasrkai and I still hadn't finished RPing. Also was not expecting you to completely destroy the entire building; the central nervous system of a cult of reasonably well armed and trained cult with many members with a handful of troops, decimating the cultists within and generally allowing for no defense what so ever

And you've had an entire city sized base built for you in less than a day, and stocked with workers??

no it was being built for before the game and is more a hasty slap-up

(the needle wasnt destrouyed, only damaged. and the difining reason that I got out alive is becouse I had the element of suprise. and only managed to hold off the sun cultists for the neccesary time.in a prolonged battle they would have won (I am just guessing that they would have been mostly sleeping through it)

Ryan was not happy with himself. He had been caught up in the moment, and had totally forgotten. Now his powers were disabled, and god knows what they had just injected him with. He leaned back in his chair and looked to the glass ceiling in thought.

"You know I find such underhanded tactics distasteful?"

Isis gave a slow and fluid nod. Ryan had seen some horrible things. Unnatural things. But this woman wasn't high on his list. He knew she had power. Great power. And knowledge. He could tell that her figure betrayed her time, not to mention the dark vision she had just created. He tested himself again. The table floated up a bit, and settled quietly. It seemed the fluid had removed the damper on his abilities. A strange tactic, to be sure. He would have no issue killing everyone here. If he so wanted, that is.

"If I interfere your plans you'll... kill me?"

Another nod, followed by words.

"I will do much more than that, Mr. Battles. You will be utterly forgotten. You will be remembered only by me."

That was pretty intimidating, he had to admit. And with that, he threw his head back and laughed. Isis still showed no expression to betray her feelings.

"Has something amused you, Mr. Battles?"

He choked down his giggles and answered.

"Yeah, it has. Never-mind that though."

He leaned forward over the table, much to Zetes chagrin.

"So, you don't know then? Never-mind, I'm sure you do but don't care. Either way, I don't see much for me in joining your cult here. If you've got any other aces, pull them now."

With that, the bulding shook and alarms were heard.

"And might I suggest you be swift?"

also it was set so that you two could finish your RP than get to RPing the battle (feel free to godmode my troops)

another reason that they 'suceeeded' was that they were khornate and the ferocity and brutality of the attack was jus too quick to mobilize against in a few short muinits.

(llets face it. the sun cultists probably did not know that the khornates could be so damned EVIL and bloodlusting, its like a bunch of horror movie slashers got together and had a feild day)

khornate cultists: standard: shotgun, cleaver (machete, blade, sword.

khornate cultist: berzerker: pair of large 'choppas.' uzi SMG.

Khornate cultist: desvestator: Chainsaw. colt 1911.

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tzeentch cultist: trooper: M4A1, (looted from the US troops that are killed) combat Knife, 1 frag grenade

Tzeentch cultist: sniper: scoped 50 cal sniper rifle, K-BAR

tzeentch cultist: sorcerer: minor super.

will update for nugle and slannesh

Hey, Ineptus...

Yeah.....

You can't pull followers out of your ass. So those fourty gnats? You have three. And those Cultists? You get maybe two of each.

I'm sorry to have to do this, you just seem to be overpowering yourself.

dont aculy like big armies and I prefer to work in small groups. (i have been asking the others to kill the masses)

the only reason i used it was because I NEEDED to attack the 'sun cult' (I HATE sulnight)

wheever I accidentaly end up powerplaying I begin to hate myself :( *SHAME*

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BIC:……..Operation Redstone…..

The twenty-eight of October 2009

The Yemen border

The sun started to raise over the desert, increasing the temperature significantly. The small wildlife burrowed itself in shady places waiting for the sun to end his lap in the sky. Two Bedouins appeared on top of sand hill. Their footsteps disappearing by the wind. They were clothed in the traditional Bedouin clothes. IT was a normal picture for the region, if it wasn’t for the massive rifles hanging on their back, and the cursing of a Russian accent. “I hate this fething country.” Falke cursed as loud as he could. “There’s only sand and more sand.” He kicked the ground sending sand flying in all directions. “I hate Saudi-Arabia!” he continued. “Calm down, Falke.” Amber calmly said. “Shouting and molesting sand never helped anyone.” “Easy for you to say…” he muttered. “You still have water.” “I told you to ration your water, its one of the most important things to survive.” Falke raised his eyebrow, she seemed to know a lot about surviving in the dessert. “So you lived here before you joined the project?” “Perhaps…” Amber responded with a poker face, spreading doubt in the mind of Falke. “Hmmph…; One day I’ll find out who you are, Amber…” “Not if I get it first.” She playfully responded. “Lets continue.” She continued, while pulling out a map and compass. “The Yemen border should be close.”

They continued walking through the suffocating heat, the soft sand hindering their progress significantly. They ran in complete silence except for the soft hushing of the wind and the clocking water insides Ambers leather water bag. Falke wished the sound would disappear as it only reminded him of his dried out mouth. After two hours they stopped, their surroundings had changed in the last few miles, gritty rocks now laid everywhere in different sizes. As if some ancient god had destroyed a statue and thrown it all over the place. Not that God’s existed anyhow, they Were just normal Supers that had spread their lies so that the pious populace of ancient times would worship them. Supers were lying gits that would do anything to achieve power, falke thought. There were exceptions, but not that many. Amber handed him the water bag after she had took a small sip. The tepid water was a blessing for his parched lips. But the small sip wasn’t enough to hydrate him, he handed it back to Amber. He sniffed loudly when the wind suddenly changed. He smelled the essence of salt carried by the water. “We’re close to the ocean.” He stated. “That means we’ve almost made it” Amber said as they started running with replenished energy.

After an hour of dodging rocks at great speeds the deep blue appeared before their eyes, oil-tankers and transport ships sailing the horizon. All that water, and not a single drop drinkable. Amber motioned Falke to follow her onto the rocky beach. Her rifle at the ready. Falke pulled his own sniper rifle from his back when he noticed it. Tucked deep into the beach was a camouflaged camp of three tiny tents. Falke couldn’t believe that he hadn’t spotted it earlier with his enhanced senses. gradually they closed the distance with the small camp, their weapons ready to fire at any anomaly. “Halt!” a voice said in the local dialect, but the American accent was abundantly clear. Four barrels where aimed at their heads. “Who are you and what’s your business.” The voice continued. Amber lowered her rifle as she responded. “We’re humble Bedouin merchants in search of merchandise.” “What is it that you search?” “ we search for Redstone.”

The guns disappeared and a weathered man appeared his skin burned by thousands of sunny days. A short crew cut left only a thin layer of gray hair on his head. He was dresses in a dessert cammo uniform. “So you’re blue and yellow” he asked in English. “Red and blue.” Falke responded. “Ow, how silly of me.” He said. Falke grinned, this wasn’t a mistake, just an added confirmation. “follow me.” he said as he started walking away from the ocean. They followed the old grumpy marine as he walked over the dusty ground. When they reached him, he pulled out a map. Red dots scattered across the border. “These are the location we know they have been.” “You’ve got that information and …done nothing?” Falke asked. The Yemen authority is still refusing American assistance. They believe that they can take them down themselves, the fools.” He grumbled. “But that’s where you come in I guess. He handed over the map, together with two fresh water bags that Falke gladly accepted. “The border is just over that hill and if I we’re you I would go to the village of Bhrava. I sense something is going to happen there.” “Thanks, we’ll check it out.” Amber said as she stashed the map away. The man Saluted them. “Good luck and if you get caught….” “You where never here.” Falke answered.

(OOC: I am writing up the removal of Asmodius's 'army' exept for about 10 cultists and 3 gnats)

+++REMOVED+++

(((Don't just keep posting, edit your one post and move on. It's less burden on the search engine.)))

(OOC: This takes place before Asmodius' attack)

The last thing the Outsider saw before they put the bag over its head was it being dragged by cultists behind the large building. They removed the myriad knives from its belt, and any attempt to mind trick them was not working. The Outsider supposed it was as it had feared-their devotion cancelled out any external pressure it could bring to bear.
It heard a door opening, and before long the Outsider realised that it was almost being thrown down myriad flights of stairs, which it supposed led deeper and deeper into the bowels of the building. It did not care much-after all, the hard part which was getting in was now over-but slightly gentler treatment wouldn’t go amiss. Especially since this time it WASN’T here to murder anyone in any number of horrific ways.
Finally, they appeared to enter a lift of some description-at least, if the quaint sensation of descent was anything to go by. The cultists still held a vice-like grip upon the Outsider’s arms, and for a moment it considered trying to break free. It probably could, but what purpose would that serve? As much as it scorned this humiliation, it realised that what it was being put through was nessercary if it was to have any chance of meeting Isis.
Isis…she was the reason why the Outsider was here. Well, she was, and she wasn’t. It was not Isis the Outsider was after-nor was it, he believed any ‘Super’-but that just made tracking the target down harder. And when time was of the essence, things being more difficult than they had any right to be was a variable that it would prefer to not have to take into account. It did not like working with anyone from the WFO, and much less a goddess, but if anyone knew where to find someone in Paradiso it was Isis.
A harsh push jolted the Outsider out of his reverie, and he felt his arms brush up against some kind of metal installation. It supposed that it was similar to the scanners found at an airport, though obviously much more sophisticated in nature. Sure enough, moments later his patchwork suit was criss-crossed by countless pricks of light, and a tense few minutes past as the machine probed him. After what seemed like an age, the machine gave out a series of three beeps-the Outsider did not know what that meant, but from the fact it was still breathing it assumed that it was good, or at least acceptable.
After being led through what the Outsider assumed was a maze of branching corridors and passageways by his escorts, it was finally roughly pushed down onto a chair, and heavy metal chains were attatched to its outstretched arms. The bag was removed, and as the Outsider looked around he took in the grim stonework of his tiny cell, and the equally grim expressions carved into the cultist’s faces. There was little sunlight down here, the Outsider realised-that was what was putting the Cultists of. It was all it could do to suppress a low chuckle. Idly, it tried to use its teleportation ability-nothing. Whatever was on these chains, it was doing something to hamper its powers.
One of the Cultists, obviously some kind of leader, stepped forward, gun in hand. “You will wait here, beast, till the holy lady decides how best to dispose of you. If you try to make any trouble, not that you really can, then the guards positioned outside your cell will execute you immediately. So, sit tight and be on you best behaviour for when Her grace arrives.” With that, the three of them left the cell, leaving the Outsider alone in the shadowy dungeon.
This had better be worth it.

Sitting at his massive desk, asmodius drummed his armored fingers on the table. He was reading a list of things in the base that were completed. It was pretty much invulnerable from massed attack but it would be fairly easy to get a single person or small team into his defences.



The Eversor was in town, looking for prospective servitor canidates. The gnats, pit-slaves, and combat servitors, were patrolling the maze of hallways on the ‘Raptor’s Nest’ A defunct oil rig that he had found about a month ago and set up into a makeshift fortress. There was a tug moored below the helipad. Which contained one helicopter that the servitors were dismantling and putting back together in a more reasonable size and look for a nine foot tall armored warrior.


There was little to do at the moment, aside from the meeting with Syrath.


Climbing to the top of the main tower and ignited his jetpacks. Syrath wasn’t too be kept waiting.

Syrath sat at his desk and typed out a series of commands on his Computer while Whetley sat under his chair, as Syrath's alien guards left the Shadows they raised their bio-splicers and prepared for the Night Lord if he was to be violent.

"I hope this works master because the Night Lord doesn't seem happy."

Syrath smirked and petted his Cat on the head

"It will Whetley it definitely will."

Asmodius entered the elevator and composed himself, but his talons were already digging into the floor. Stepping out of the elevator several guards brought him to syrath’s office. When he entered the room he folded his arms across his massive chest and said “You summoned me, now explain yourself”

[OOC: I'm not sure how to carry on, but if anyone has any objections to how I proceed, just let me know]

The building trembled slightly and alarms could be heard coming from the lower floors.

Zetes listened to his earpiece as security reported. The sounds of several shots being fired drifted up from the ground floor far below. Iris raised an eyebrow in his direction as the alarms ceased. "A lone bomber detonated a device against the west wall. Security have dealt with him and are checking the surrounding area."

"Thank you Zetes." She turned back to Ryan. "Mr Battles, unfortunately I have another appointment that I must attend to, however, please feel free to follow Michael, he will take you to anywhere in the building you wish to go, or take you to the lobby should you wish to leave."

Ryan turned and saw a young, male cultist standing at the lift doors. "If there is any information you require, I would suggest the security centre." Iris said as Ryan stood up to leave.

Ryan crossed the terrace and entered the penthouse before disappearing into the lift with Michael.

Iris waited a few moments to allow the lift to run the course of the building before speaking. "An interesting man, Mr Battles." She said to herself as she rose to her feet and crossed to the lift followed silently by Zetes. She pressed for the holding level, the button reading her print and energy code before setting the carriage in motion.

The lift dropped down through the building, coming to a halt at the lowest level. On its way it passed through a number of sensors and scanners built into the shaft to ensure that the people it carried were cleared to enter. The doors opened and light spilled out into the small security lobby manned by several heavily armed and armoured cultists. One stepped towards a heavy metal door and typed in a complex code on the keypad.

The door swung ponderously open, revealing a further security station and a long corridor with solid doored cells lining either side. The light here was muted compared to the rest of the building. Iris nodded to one of the guards who walked her to one of the featureless doors and unlocked it with another long string of numbers. The door opened, revealing a man in a patchwork brown suit chained to a metal chair. Iris motioned to the guards who filed out of the cell. Iris stepped inside, Zetes following her in and closing the door behind them before standing at her shoulder.

"Outsider. Welcome. I hope the guards did not treat you too harshly."

The Outsider stared up at her from where he was seated.

Iris nodded her head slightly before continuing "As you can see by your... accommodation, we are aware of who you are and what your powers are. We also know your somewhat... dark reputation."

The Outsider grunted softly but otherwise remained as he was, containing his inner thoughts and urges from showing with an effort of will.

"What I am not sure is whether you are aware of mine." she said, the light in the cell falling further as Iris absorbed it (a function of her invisibility powers being that she could bend and funnel light in her proximity), her eyes darkening and deepening into infinite pools of darkness. Frost began to form as the infrared radiation was blanked. The metal floor and walls creaked and groaned as they rapidly cooled. The outsiders breath steamed in the cold as Iris stepped closer. Delicate fonds of frost formed on his eyelashes as he tried to focus on the impenetrable darkness forming around Iris.

Her voice reverberated through him, petals of frost falling from the walls and ceiling as her voice smote the air "Society may judge what you have done as evil, but I assure you that while you may have taken the lives of tens or hundreds of people, I have snuffed out the light on a thousand worlds. The suffering you have inflicted would be the greatest kindness compared to my merest displeasure."

The Outsider was almost literally frozen in place, his eyes fixed on the burning orbs of darkness that floated inches from his face. Ever so slowly the darkness subsided and the light and heat came back into the room. Iris came back into focus as the light around her twisted back to normal, the infrared she had captured was released back into the room, the frost subliming instantly in the face of the sudden outpouring of heat, causing the ventilation system to greedily suck up the steam.

Iris stared into the Outsiders eyes "Do we have an understanding?"

"You're little attack has caused problems, I suggest you begin the cleanup and deal with this little interference Asmodius. I certainly hope you do not involve me with you're attacks but I will help you with some Night-Lord, my Employers require me to use my powers at only certain rates but if these Cultists do attack I will try and reason with them Asmodius's and I hope you are ready to apologise to an army of angry Cultists. While you may believe that the powers of Chaos have the same strength they do in you're time they do not In ours, now we must plan against our foes. Also prepare you're forces for another attack, I require some Plutonium."

The Alien guards loaded their weaponry and moved towards Asmodius and saluted him before moving into a different section of Mesa while Syrath ponders over the map of the City.

(but the attack never happend!)

(It did but It was far smaller and a simple suicide attack)

The eversor dragged the sack into the stolen armored car. The sack contained five people whom he had snuck up upoun and stunned. When he got them into the back he got into the armored car. The drive to the docks was uneventful. It was broad daylight and during this time of day paradisio was much like any other city. People walking to their jobs, the homeless on the street, the kids playing on the sidewalk. When the Eversor


Reached the docks he laded the car into the barge waiting at the docks and steamed off into the gulf of mexico…

(and technically the powers of chaos were just as strong now. only slightly less as well as the fact that every time you oppose chaos you aid it!)

oh! I see (but they dont know it was me!)

(I know but Syrath is a being that is deceitful and sinister he will try and trick you)

There was a whirring click, almost as if a great clock had suddenly switched itself on. A single cyclopean 'eye' opened, shining eerie light throughout the chamber, full of nothing but cold logic. Spidery limbs moved the rubble off of it's form, digging itself out of the massive crater that had buried it deep into the earth. Powerful arms pushed the god-like machine out and over the lip of the crater, a wicked glaive of black energy shimmering into existence within the grasp of one of it's fists. It was large, easily the size of a small house, although it was often much, much larger. It's processors whirred as they searched for the reason for it's decreased level of efficiency. Nothing. It had crashed here weeks ago, no. It had been brought down, attacked in orbit as it prepared to purge the planet below. The machine found it odd that no records could be found relating to the incident, and found it.... disturbing. Regardless, the machine still intended to complete it's Primary Directive and function; the analysis of metabeings and their overall impact on the Universe. If they were found to be satisfactory, the machine would move on. If they were found wanting, a Purge was undertaken. Earth had been found less than acceptable to the Primordial Judge. Turning to face the city that radiated metatalent, the Primordial Judge raised itself into the air, speeding towards Paradiso with grim intent.

nevermind

The Eversor reached the oil rig and tied up the barge. Entering the armored car drove up the rap and onto the massive rig. When he got out, it opened the rear doors and dragged the sack of drugged unfortunates out. Dragging the sack deep into the rig, it made the stop at the place labeled ‘medical ward’ the occupant. A medical servitor prepped a camdrie of horrible-looking instruments and began laying the patients down the medical ward overlooked the ocean as one wall was blasted away and covered with a glass door and a balcony outside.


The Eversor stood on the balcony and watched as the medical servitor got to work. The full five patients took only a full two hours to finish. When the doors to the medical ward opened four creatures shambled out. The Eversor walked into the room. The servitor looked up. “Four pit-slaves constructed, one died on the operating table.” It droned out. The Eversor sighed. “Put him in the plague room, lets see if we can get him walking again.”

anyone gonna post? blood you gonna talk to your cat?

it OK for me to take on an extra NPC? ( I have plans...)[ and I write foor the evesror so technically it is a PC )

A second blast consumed the warehouse door as the Alien warriors gunned down the security with ease using their Bio-weaponry and began to advance giving any intelligent workers time to flee as they pried open crates in search for the precious material their master had ordered. Plutonium  As they entered the massive steel chamber they began to secure the unstable material and place it in a special container designed specifically for the purpose.

Syrath appeared with his Cat and smiled as his guard bowed and revealed the Plutonium to him; 

"Master we have secured the extract what off the surviving workers? Shall we deal with them and what of the Night Lord?"

"I do not believe he sees the abilities off what we have recovered Captain, burn this area and let us return to Mesa.

BTW blood if you remember , ast time syrath saw asmodius on his own terms it was at the Eyrie that has been abandond so NOBODY knows where asmodius's new base is (they all think he is still at the eyrie including syrath, as asmodius made a point not to tell him that he had 'moved')

(OOC) I know but Syrath is smart and does know when someone's trying to trick him

At Mesa the facility was returning to it's original active self as the servants of Syrath began to re-build the massive construct system and would soon be able to return to testing. All that was required was the plutonium and Syrath had stolen that with ease, his plans where coming together and with little encounters with the Supers he knew that his plans would not fail.

(OOC: I know that but I am pointing out that there is b=no inclinatioan that asmodius has left the Eyrie)

(and is it Ka-tan or se-tan?)

When the Eversor entered the ‘plague room’ which was located deep within the rig, it flung the corpse in stared around. its terrifying skull-helm taking in the room. It was like a charnel house, with several dozen corpses everywhere and what appeared to be altered sign for ‘radioactive’ on the far wall a sickly green mist was everywhere and the room was securely bolted shut to keep the smell out of the rest of the massive rig the rooms sole occupant looked up “father smiles upon our meeting” “shut up.” Snarled the Eversor in its vox-synthesized voice. it hated using this scum. The man was a cultist who had arrived along with the rest of the group in the escape pod, when said pod had slammed into the planet. “Just get him back on his feet.” Muttered the Eversor. There was a door in each wall. And behind three of theses something scratched at the doors and groaned.

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When the Eversor left the room it saw that Asmodius had arrived. And was securing a pair of flak guns to the railings. While several servitors welded another one in place affixing the machine to the rig. Above them the three gnats were patrolling the air.

“I’m going fishing” said the raptor. “We are low on food.” With that the raptor shot into the sky and dove into the sea.


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As he shot through the water, Asmodius wondered why those commandoes would attacked the Eversor. At the moment it did not matter as he shot further into the depths he stared around. He was at e the seafloor. And his mass prevented him from floating up. He disengaged his jump packs and landed on the seabed. As he ‘walked’ through the colorful reefs he looked around at the sights. And as he passed a large rock he saw what he was looking for. A shark. This was a haul indeed! It was a great white. He could use his bolter since each bolt was rocket propelled. Of he could have some fun. He drew his combat knife and pushed his talons from the seafloor the shark turned and shot toward him, as Asmodius activated his jump packs he slashed with the knife and managed to cut a gouge in the sharks side. Turning off the jump-packs he rolled and grabbed the sharks jaws. as he pulled them open the shark thrashed he slowly ripped it in two. The bloody water would attract other sharks. And this was what the night lord was after.

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After bringing the last of the dead beasts up and hanging them to dry in the sun it occurred to him that he knew almost nothing about anything. He did not even know the Eversor’s name! He would have to ask soon. Along with the Eversor and the livebearer there had been one individual on the pod. He wished he knew where he was…

But now was not the time for pondering. Well…aside from the Syrath matter. Asmodius knew that as powerful as the xeno’s guards were it would take a view volleys to penetrate power armor. And that if the alien double-crossed him he would have his pompous head on a spike.
There was a slight noise behind him. “Eversor.” “What?” it asked “this way seem blunt.” Said asmodisus as he carved open the shark and began removing the bowls. “What may?” asked the vox altered voce. “I must know…what is your name?” the Eversor let out a metallic chuckle and reached for the pneumatic locks on its armor “my name?” it asked. “yes, I would like to know, we have been the best of friends for fifty years now.”

The Eversor sighed and removed its helmet. “Alright…its Jade.” she said.





this is a pic of what 'Jade' looks like (just minus the overly-much female parts and add a helluva lot of armor)

"The Night Lord will betray you master, you know he will. I will happily end him if you wish Syrath."

The Large alien guard drew his blade of pure energy and flexed his manibles while Wheley fled to Syrath who smiled at the scarred Cat and smirked at the commander.

"There is no need for violence Commander but if my intentions are threatened the arrogant one will be dealt with, his armor cannot protect him from a blast of super heated plasma can it? No but now we need him, prepare you're forces and I will contact him and plan with Whetley."

HEY! YOU'R USING SANGHELI!

my armor no but my plot armor...yes (as the 'commander' is not a main NPC I could oust him. the only ones that are not able to be ousted on a whim is syrath and whetly)

(OOC) He's still fairly difficult to kill, his shielding is strong along with his weaponry

of course (he a sangheli?)

(Yes, now let's just get back to the RPG)

Asmodius was checking on the oil drill embedded in the sea floor while Jade was in town gathering info. She scanned the street with here rail-rifle and zoomed in on individual targets before continuing on. When the muzzle of the deadly weapon swung toward the needle she scanned the roof. At the moment asmodius was trying not to anger the psykers and mutants but she needed to be thorough.


Seeing nothing amiss, she swept her weapon down into the street again and shifted on her perch. She was at the top of a water tower on a large apartment building and had brought her rail-rifle, knife, doomsiren, combat shotgun and powersword with her along with the family ring that she always wore on her right index finger.

Aha. There. An objector soldier. He was walking down the road carrying an M4A1 carbine. Sighting the magnetic sniper rifle on her target the fired one shot that painted the sidewalk red. The gun had not made any noise aside from the subsonic ‘thump’ the magazine still had twenty-nine deuterium spikes left, she had several more targets…

"We have the target In our sights Commander, approaching with caution."

The Large Alien warriors approached the assassin decloaking and readying their weapons if she wanted a fight, they took aim while the Commander moved forward and activated his blade.

"Our master wishes to speak with you, do you accept?"

Spinning around the eversor reacted to the xenos sneaking up on her with astonishing speed. Drawing her powersword she raised it and remarked. "maybe." (note she is behind her helmet at the moment.)

(note that Jade has shielding as well. a refractor/reductor field)

The others discard their ranged weaponry in favour of glowing green blades that make a humming noise when activated, they move into a defensive stance around their commander while he moves forward.

"I suggest you remove you're blade before you attempt to negotiate, where is you're leader? Hiding in his make believe castle or just playing bats with his pathetic excuses for soldiers."

With some difficulty Jade responded. “he’s right behind you.”
With that two of the xenos were kicked to the ground while the night lord reached over and batted the sword out of the alien’s hand. “If you wanted to discuss something with me you could have contacted me.” Said the raptor levely while jade injected the unconscious guards with a sleeping drug, and asmodius picked the xeno up. "all I need to do is squeeze." he threatened

(the Idia was to have him lying in wait for the objectors when they arrived to take outjade but it works with arrogant Xenos too)

The Commander snarled and grunted as he grabbed his blade and moved back slightly and kept his distance from the Night Lord.

"My master has contacted you, he wishes you to return to Mesa and ready your forces for intimidate combat. I will accompany to Mesa and when my guards awaken I'll be dea.."

"Commander? Do you cop?"

The Alien snarled and tapped his Communication device attached to his helm

"Yes cat?"

"Move Syrath demands it."

Asmodius looked at the xeno doubtfully for a moment before snatching the sword away, snapping the handle in half and aiming his bolter at the alien. “you lead, scum.”
Jade followed scanning for telltale thermal signs that would indicate inactive and active camoflauge until they reached the mesa. When they entered the entrance asmodius slammed his fist into the back of the aliens head, putting him an a coma. The firs two guards were also brutalized and a pair were nailed to the wall with rail-rifle rounds through their legs. Asmodius simply pulled apart the doors to syrath’s office and strode in while Jade used her ACQC skills to render the guard unconiouse. “WHAT DO YOU MEAN BY THIS TREACHERY?” roared the raptor.

"None my good fellow however you're rash moves may cost you dearly, remove the Assassin and return her when needed."

A cloaked Guard grabs the assassin by the neck and impales her with his blade before throwing her limp body to the ground while the other guards de-cloak, Syrath stands and draws his Bail-song knives and flicks them into position.

"Do not tempt me Night Lord, I understand you're mind thinks only in one way but I am ready to kill you"

(you know that you arn't allowed to kill NPCs. your post is meaningless)

(Knocked out then)

(also if you kill an eversor were all gonna die they explode with the foce of a 1000 pound bomb when they die)

(if it has been dicied that the assassin is just uncontiouse)

"those butter-knives wont do anything against me. but the next time you think you can double-cross me...have you ever been violated by a plaguebearer? it will be worse than that."

blood? hello-o?

Asmodius landed on the oilrig and grumbled to himself. He had had to carry Jade all this way. Across the gulf, if that damn Syrath would just leave him alone… striding into the living quarters, the annoyed night lord set Jade down on her bed entered his own quarters. Several minutes later he was sitting on the barge with his a coaxial-double-barreled autocannon in the center. He was staring at what he had hauled in. it was a drop pod. A night lords drop pod, reaching out a shaking hand to touch the stylized lighting, he took a deep breath and opened the pod. Inside was empty aside from the storm bolter inside. Searching around he confirmed it. It was his drop pod. The one that had brought them here. But what was it doing in the gulf?

nones posting...

Can you please stop spamming the thread? If you have more to add to your posts, use the edit function.

And no, no one is posting because it is 6.30 PM in the UK, which means people will just be getting back from school/work/having dinner. It is about noon in the US, which means people will be at work/school, and it is after midnight in Australia, so people will probably be in bed.

Give people a chance.

oh...i my clock says its 9 pm there...


its midnight here anyways...

Jade woke up with an awful pain in her head. “owww…” “warp. What happened?” she muttered and walked out of the room then she remembered. She had been shocked into near unconsciousness by a stun rod and carried back by asmodieus. ‘that was thoughtful of him-wait what?’ she thought most chaos marines would have left her and ran off. Maybe knowing him for the better part of twenty years was a good thing? She walked down the ramp outside of her room and onto the chopper pad, where a gnat had fetched the paper from the city and brought it back. “Huh. So someone bombed the needle.” She said to herself. Looking out at paradisio in the distance she could just make out the people on the beach and the boats offshore. The rig’s tug was drifting about a kilometer away. Picking up a pair of binoculars on the nearby table and bringing them to her eyes she peered through them at the barge



What she saw almost made her drop the binoculars. The drop pod! How they got here! Maybe they could find out what happened to vulcarik!

(OOC: Where exactly do you live Ineptus? I've been racking my brain and I can't recognize that flag.)

If the Outsider had known fear, then perhaps the Goddesses’ display would have intimidated it. As things were, it felt merely a strange hollowness inside. Perhaps it would be killed here, in this dingy and shadowed basement. Maybe it should have been a long time ago. Its only regret was that it would never complete its mission, and Paradiso would be doomed.
Still, it had to try.
The Outsider leaned forward until the chains were noticeably restraining it, and slowly looked up, matching the glimmering orbs of Iris’ eyes with the flaming infernos that seemed to reside within its own. For what seemed like an age, time itself appeared to stop as immortal deity and inhuman freak stared at one another. Then, with a voice that almost snapped with the weight of years and had more in common with the dead and the living, the Outsider spoke.
You really believe you are safe here, Iris.
It wasn’t a question. That would imply it didn’t already know the answer. In response, Iris simply raised one perfect eyebrow. The Outsider took that as permission to proceed.
You believe yourself protected within this palace, safe with your-admittedly not inconsiderable-powers and hulking bodyguard. You fool yourself into thinking that by surrounding yourself with an army of brainwashed cultists and deluded fanatics that you are somehow removed from the dangers of our world. You sit atop your ivory tower and whilst, yes, you do move to aid the city at large, it is highly unlikely you do so out of general benevolence. You have yourself admitted that you are a murderer on a colossal scale, if these tales you spot are true. Of which I am under no illusions. You kill because it helps you Iris-as do I. For all our difference into appearance, for all the variation in our modus operandii, WE ARE THE SAME.
The Outsider stressed that last point, and braced itself. It had noticed Zetes tensing during its speech as if to strike it for its impudence, but the Outsider knew that he would not act without the consent of his mistress. Iris so far had removed silent, her thoughts masked behind an almost doll-like face. The Outsider for a moment wondered if she would brake as easily as a doll. It quickly suppressed the thought-who knows what sort of devices the cultists were using to monitor it?
It wasn’t destroyed in a consuming burst of flame, and so the Outsider continued. Why lock me down here? If I had wished to cause you harm I would have not allowed myself to be captured. I needed this, Iris. I needed to meet with you. You fool yourself if you believe anything else. To try to cross you would not be beneficial-I am not an idiot-but I have no intention of joining your demented cult if that is what you seek. I require information, pure and simple. Information that I believe you and your WFO allies may be able to provide.
The Outsider twisted its head to the side, and once again the smile that was sown onto his suit was genuine.
So, ‘my lady’…do we have an understanding?

As the lift descended a few floors, Ryan formulated his plan. His companion was not on guard, casually rocking back and forth on the balls of his feet.

Big mistake.

Ryan smashed his knee into the mans spine, dropping him to the ground, then picked up his head and slammed it downwards for good measure. He then turned up and shot a force blast into the roof, causing it to shatter into blunt shards and the lift to free-fall. He jumped and caught one of the lift cables and rode it upwards until he saw a service vent. He released the cable and threw his fist into the metal grill, bashing through it. Pulling out the grill, he climbed inside the vent, a snug fit, but room enough for him to maneuver or blast open, and began his journey into the bowels of The Needle. There was something here he needed to see. And quite frankly, Isis was not the kind of person he wanted to spend the rest of his life in service to.

There was a large amount of death in the city that night.
The attack on the needle had caused many deaths, but there had been many other killings that night too.
It was that which drew out the death gods.

Tonight we hunt... Atael said to Haldrax, Tonight we kill in the name of Kalin and Farsax!...
They readied their powers, and made for the portal...

Once outside, they stalked through the streets. Moving from shadow to shadow, back street to back street, until they found their hunting ground. The needle had been attacked, and many people were out in the street investigating. The remains of the Police, and other emergency services in Paradiso were attempting to help, but mostly it was objectors troops investigating. Perfect, thought Atael.

Haldrax began to chant the litanies of necromancery and summoning, and Atael readied his death bolts. The Death Lords appeared quickly from the shadows, an army of undead and spirits streamed out of Haldrax's conjured portal.
They set upon the gathered people like a swarm of insects, ripping and tearing. Inflicting death in more ways than you could ever imagine.
Atael turned, sensing something. A night bus full of night club goers was coming along the road behind him. A bolt of energy burst forth from his skeletal hand and hit the bus directly in the fule tank. The explosion vaporised the bus, and a good portion of the road underneath it.
With that, the death lords returned to the shadows, letting their summoned minions return to the energy and bodies they once were...


OOC: I hope this is ok, and fits with the story. I have tried my best but I have got a bit lost with some parts of the story line. Just tell me if there is something wrong.

(I live in Kathmandu, nepal)

(OOC: Nepal, that's it! I knew I recognised it from somewhere.)

ninga'ed and yes. the only attack on the needle was an unkowen suicide bomber (it wasn't asmodius he is trying to be diplomatic)

ineptus astartes wrote:Nepal.

Do you speak Nepali?

Vulkaric in Chains.

His name. him. Himself. A being of power.

In the street. Bodies fell. The grim reaper had his harvest. The corpses smoked and crackled with lighting dancing across their surfaces. One massive figure lowered his staff.

Herald of change.

As the bodies of the pedestrians littered the noonday sidewalk the master of death disappeared. When houses fell, when heroes died fighting a malevolent enemy clad in amour, no one knew what it was.

Vulkaric in Chains.

The name he was given. His very mention brought men to their knees. He was a terror of the warp. A lord.
He went to the docks. he took a ship. An oil rig was barly audible as a speck on the midday horizon. They had found him.

Vulkaric in Chains.

Kasrkai wrote:

ineptus astartes wrote:Nepal.

Do you speak Nepali?

why yes. (some anyways I am still learning ) the main reason I am here is that my dad is nepali.

Iris looked into the eyes of the Outsider. If she didn't have supreme control over her body she might have smiled. Unlike her meeting with Ryan, here she was counting on the Outsider believing he still held the upper hand despite being in a position that would break most others. Events that she had set into motion millennia ago were coming to a head like the thunderstorm of a butterfly's wings. An uncountable number of interactions and reactions culminating in the this conversation.

She carefully inclined her head, as if contemplating what had been said.

"The information that you need will be provided to you."

She turned and Zetes unlocked the cell door and allowed her to step through into the corridor. The Outsider saw her turn into the corridor before she disappeared, her robes swirling around her limbs as she moved. Zetes stepped over to the outsider and gestured. Obviously whoever was observing the cell understood it as a command as the chains restraining the Outsider snapped open and fell to the ground. Zetes reached into his jacket pocked and pulled out a data slate. "This should have the information that you require. It will also allow you to contact us and access certain areas of our data network. It will be monitored and any attempt to access material you are not authorised to will be considered a breech of your... understanding with Lady Iris." He passed the slate over. "You are free to move about the public areas of the Needle. If you require access to any other area, you must gain permission from myself or the duty security controller."

He turned and walked to the door. "The guards will escort you to the lobby, where you will be free to go about your business." With that he left, following Iris down the corridor. A guard took his place in the doorway. "Whenever you are ready, I will escort you to the surface sir." he said.



Zetes stepped into the elevator with Iris. The doors closed and she pressed the button to return her to her apartments. As the lift rose she spoke to Zetes. "You have dispatched a medic to see to Michael? And a maintenance team to the lift?"

"Yes my lady, though unfortunately both have suffered significant damage in the crash. We are tracking Mr Battles through the buildings security system."

Iris smiled.

(I just noticed something. with all this RPing we [me included] are meraculasly finding new ways to outdo the other., we should have a sane limit on the luck/powers of our characters)

(OOC: Ooh, interesting. I admit I pre-empted something like this, but still.
I'd like to point out that I probably will not be able to contribue until thursday, so assume that the Outsider is lurking somewhere within the Needle's lobby. Silver, if the need arises I designate you as my deputy-in-chief of RP'ing it.)

[OOC: No worries LLF]

Syrath smiled as he moved the figures into position on his map of the city with his cat who simply pushed them with his paws, the dead alien guards had been removed after the Night Lord fled from the Labs. Syrath then sat at his desk and smiled and played one of his favorite songs. Its the End of the World as we know it.

(note: I will be posting a Jade POV in a few seconds and as she is cloaked [and has nothing but good intentions in mind] Syrath and the other PCs will not know of it)

(OOC: dont be alarmed silver. nothing bad is gonna happen)


Jade was crouched on a condo directly across from the needle. She had supplies, ammo, batteries, a medkit, and some heavy firepower. This, combined with a cloaking device that was ludicrously hard literally impossible unless you had 41st millennium tech, she watched the building through th scope in her bugger-rifle. The bugger was a harmless weapon that shot microtech eavesdropping bugs with pinpoint accuracy, the bugs were equipped with a tungsten penetrating tip to bore through windows and were only about the size of a large period. she had shot the bugs into the building out of boredom and was listening to the uninteresting conversations of brainwashed cultists.


Setting aside her ‘bugger’ she reached for her rail rifle and looked down into the scope. As she saw the wall side elevator rise she watched ads Iris and a large man raised onto the tower-top. She pulled out a camera and snapped a few photos of iris before switching her barrel to thermal targeting and almost dropping the rail rifle when she saw a figure crawl through the vents. Pulling off her skull-mask she looked through the magnetic weapon again. He was still there. “what a bunch of nuts…” she muttered to herself before aiming a grapnel-gun might as well talk to him. Or give him to the cultists. Either way it improves my standing”

(OOC) I'm not sure that the 40,000 background for you're characters is a good thing, basically you have amazingly advanced technology and are extremely heavily armored while also being fast.

Ryan crawled along the vents until he reached grill over looking a sort of library. Exactly where he wanted to be. He tore out the grill fell down onto the wool carpet below. He slowly turned and saw that it was empty, save for the three cameras watching him. He didn't care. Towers of books and shelves surrounded him, with titles of all shapes, sizes and colors. Lost works of Shakespeare, Ancient Diaries of Babylonian kings, and some he never heard of. Not too surprising. He approached a shelf on the far-side, filled with old texts and classic novels. All organized by name. He traced his finger over the labels of the shelf. A...... B....... C...... D. Da.... De. Decks, Deafness, Death, Devils, Dew. Ah ha he thought. There it is. "On Demons and Dances". Possibly the last copy on earth. Or beyond. He flipped it open and surfed a few pages. Yes this was the real deal. He placed it in his jacket and walked to the door. Just before he left, he turned to the camera, lifted his hand, and made a rather rude gesture.

OOC: Is my post ok then?

(the fast thing is because they are high on explosive meth most of the time)

(Still I don't think the RPG should be connected to 40K It just doesn't make much sense.)

(it is part of my plotline and I can not RP on dakka without using a semblance at least of 40k now I have been RPing on this for a while and will not change my character.)

(finding out how they got here and how to get out is their main desire)

As Jade snuck thought the building, using her claws to keep tothe ceiling where the cameras could not see her she crawled toward the heat sig. it was on the other side of this door making a rude gesture to the wall. Replacing her skull-like visage, the assassin walked in and in her vox-distorted voice said. “Hello sir, do you have a reading preference?” and drew her sonic blaster in case he flipped out.

Dirk walked calmly through the back streets of a run down neighborhood. He wasn't worried about being jumped by thugs, even as they sprang out of the shadows and surrounded him.A few had knives but most had pipes or chains.

Calmly Dirk looked at each of his would-be assailants and spoke. "Oh good, none of you have guns. This shouldn't be a problem," and with that smart-alec comment one charged.
Dirk stood calmly as the first flailed a chain than caught him on the arm andwrapped aond it tight. Smiling grimly Dirk sook his head. "Ah Ah. Shouldn't have done that." Dirk then tapped his to use electricity. The results were, as he would say,amusing. The street lamps all bursted and the tendrils of electricity arced onto Dirk and flowed trough the metal chain giving the wielder a good long jolt.
Seeing their comrade fall most of the attackers lost their nerve and ran but one stayed. "We're gonna remember you, and when bossman gets word of dis you're gonna wish you'd neva been born." The he retreated in the direction the others had gone in.

Dirk just grinned to himself, stepping gingerly over the body of the electrocuted thug,he continued on his way. He hadn't bothered to check if the goon was alive or not, and quite frankly he didn't care all he wanted to do was get home and watch tv.

((is this good for a first post? If not i can type more in.))

The first thing Ryan noticed of her was the smell of rot. The second was advanced tech. He didn't stop walking forward.

"I'm kind of busy at the moment."

(the awful scent is the manreaper)

jade leveled her pistol. "what where you doing sneaking in the ducts?" she asked, and flipped the switch to 'stun'

He tensed and raised a small shield in-front of him.

"Like I said, I'm busy."

she tensed as the neural scanners detected EM spikes showing psyker level beta."like I said, I want to know what you are doing."

Ryan was getting irritated. He boosted the push in his shield and repeated himself.

"I. Am. Busy."

Jade likewise, was getting irritated.

"tell me what you are doing here and I might let you go."

"You first."

Jade was getting iritated.

"O.K I am here because I saw your heat sig sneak into this room. now your turn."

Ryan shrugged.


"Checking out a book."

Jade smirked.

"through the vents?"

((I already left the vents and got the book, remember?))

(if you recall, she noticed you heat sig going through the vents and that is what intrigued her but it took a little while to get to the library)

Iris floated in the pool, the water lapping over her flesh as the aqua-speakers piped the dialogue between the assassin and Ryan into the water, a holographic depiction of the scene in the library floating over her as she languidly drifted, her hair training out behind her like a living ink blot.

Zetes stood at the side of the pool, his eyes roving for any threat, ignoring the goddess as she lay naked in the water - his long association with her making him well used to her ways. The communicator in his ear keeping him constantly updated on events occurring within the Needle and the territory controlled by Iris, as well as updates from the rest of the city and the world at large. Occasionally he would subvocalise orders and instructions into the built in pickup. He had already put the various security teams around the building and surrounding area on alert once the assassin had been spotted and they were standing by to move should the need arise. He had also primed the building's automated self defenses in case the assassin best the security teams. He only awaited Iris's order to move...

The sky blazed, as the asteriod headed for Paradiso.
Atael and Haldrax however couldn't see the spectecal, as they were deep underground inside Ba’Xeh’Vac.

The fire in the temple blazed, and Atael came to attend to his duties. A rift opened, and the voices of the gods boomed out,
Tonight... Kalin hissed, There will be great death...
Tonight... Farsax continued, The city will burn...
Tonight... Kalin resumed, Two of the great ones will fall...
Tonight... Farsax wispered, We shall feast...
With that the rift closed.

The death lords silently acknowleged each other, before returning to their chambers to prepare for the feast of death...
Atael went deep into the caves that day, to the observetory. It wasn't optical, but magical. A great vortex of energy was there to display what the user wanted to see, and could even allow them to act upon the objects they see. Atael focused the eye on the asteroid screaming towards the ground, and began to chant. The chant was powerful, any one could tell that just from the sound of it. Every sylable reaked with power and death, every word was infused with the essence of Kalin and Farsax. His eyes glowed, his hands glowed and the asteroid glowed. Now enchanted with the death realms power, it would bring more death than ten unencanted ones...

“Oh gak.” Muttered Jade, as the temperature began to rise imperceptibly. She did some mental calculations. “look mister.” She said to the man “you don’t want to die right? Only my scanners are matching the disruptions and heat spikes as a comet heading to earth. Right here in fact.”

Asmodius was ordering all his personnel and gear into the hastily made deep-sea bunker, it used to be the bottom of an oil drill hole. But was being reinforced with cement and steel girders. Jade had voxed that a massive meteor was slashing toward the city, Asmodius was counting on the fact that meteors could not penetrate the sea without losing over 95 percent of its speed. It would probably explode on contact and cause rainstorms, flash floods, dust clouds, falling debris from orbit and a massive shockwave. But hopefully the bunker could hold out…

Ryan had it up to here with today. He pushed himself, flying past the assassin, past the doors, and over the city. The pain was terrible, like being crushed by everything and nothing at the same time, barely staying conscious. He landed on top of a small apartment building, the Needle still looming over the horizon. He wasn't sure what the assassin meant by a comet, but he wanted to be home when it happened. Now that he had the book, he could finish the job.

Jade blinked and opened a large window. Stepping out, the fired the boot-mounted graviton guns and began to make her way to the docks.

BTW: The asteroid strike is at 10:00. Is this AM or PM? British Time or American Time? What is that in British Time if it is American Time?

at nepali time right now it is 1:36 AM

For me it is 8:35 PM

Time slows to a halt as a masked stranger walks onto the scene, he considers interfering but instead imparts a warning to the minds of those still around him and certain individuals across the world, "doom comes in three days my children". His task complete the mysterious stranger continues on his way leaving the world frozen until he saw fit to restore it.

[chowder went and got banned so rp'ing should stop until he is back, the asteroid strikes on Monday]

When someone uses the word drama, I would prefer to shoot them in the foot.

Manchu! GRRRRRR!

Eh, whatever.

corpsesarefun wrote:[chowder went and got banned so rp'ing should stop until he is back, the asteroid strikes on Monday]

How?

RaptorsTallon wrote:

corpsesarefun wrote:[chowder went and got banned so rp'ing should stop until he is back, the asteroid strikes on Monday]

How?

Manchu, Arguing, and some well painted Grey Knights.

Kasrkai wrote:

RaptorsTallon wrote:

corpsesarefun wrote:[chowder went and got banned so rp'ing should stop until he is back, the asteroid strikes on Monday]

How?

Manchu, Arguing, and some well painted Grey Knights.

Oh right, I saw that thread.
We shall have to wait untill monday then.

if chowder is banned, is that permanent? (dont quite know the dakka banning rules)

It will be for a set period of time. That time being decided by the mods.

*Twiddles thumbs in Isis' lobby*.

So...how are all of you?

Little lord Fauntleroy wrote:*Twiddles thumbs in Isis' lobby*.

So...how are all of you?

I'm good.

Most of you won't be, tomorrow, however...

Syrath sat in his office and began to read through the last reports of Mesa Laboratories, much of it was simple blurred pictures and static but others reviled much more. He grinned and pressed several flashing buttons and began to read diagrams and blue-prints for a Nuclear reactor while his servants began it's construction in the bowls of the facility. The noise of burning and smelting metal could be heard from the highest levels of the Labs as the Uranium was loaded into the device. 

damn syrath and his stereotypical villan plans...

The Asteroid entered the atmosphere, and broke in twain. Two distinct parts, heading for two targets. Each selected, and each ready for the creator's blessing.


"It's coming, you know." The plague ridden cultist was rambling again. "My master's most vicious concoction is on it's way." The assassin and the marine looked at him weird.

"Er... What?" The assassin was pulling out her pistol, ready to kill the idiot.

"Sent from space, it comes. He told me that it would follow me. It will give me and my brothers unnatural strength and the ability to rule the world."

"Look, you've gone off the deep end." The marine pulled out his pistol, and aimed it at the cultist's head. Before the shot could be fired, the steel plate bucked behind him.

"What the hell was that?" The Slaanesh cultists were having sex (Violent, angry sex, no less) in the corner.

The bulkhead broke. All the people inside braced for a massive rush of water, but none came. Instead, the small asteroid fragment broke in. It began to glow, then hummed.

"It's here... He does not lie!" The cultist grabbed the rock, and began to chant ancient words. "Now, my friends, we shall bask in my Father's glory!"

The meteor let out a massive blast of green light and flies. The flies filled every orifice of the occupants body. Everyone in the bunker suffocated and died.

Three hours later, the Marine and the Assassin woke up. They were rotten, fetid people now.

"Welcome to the fold, my children. Now, go and spread my gift to all the people..." The booming voice of whatever brought them back was in their ears.

"Well, gak". The assassin was looking in a mirror. "I have zits everywhere!"



The plane was screaming across the sky over the city, with Ghost in the cockpit. Painting a target covered in DARKSTAR operatives, he almost pulled the trigger. Almost.

The plane's wing was smashed by a object screaming from the sky. The plane spiraled, and Ghost ejected. Transforming back into the eagle, Freefall tried to fly, but her wing was busted. Ghost grabbed the eagle, and braced for impact.

The crater he landed in was maybe 100 feet wide. Buildings were falling everywhere, and the audible screams of civilians were everywhere. Ghost was crying, knowing that his legs were shattered. He looked at Freefall. She was weakened, her arm being severely damaged. He looked over to the impact center, and saw the flies rushing towards him. Knowing that he could crawl, he put his eagle on his back and began to try to outrun the flies. He didn't make it. Dirk was just another body in the wreckage of a city.

Until he began to breathe again. He felt cold, as if he was ill, looking at his hands, he knew why. He was covered in blisters and boils, and his skin was almost a yellowy color. Freefall hadn't faired well either. Her feathers were covered in oils, and patches were even missing. Even so, it seemed her wing had healed, as she began to fly. Ghost tried to stand, and found it easy.

"Welcome to the fold, my children. Now, go and spread my gift to all the people..." The booming voice of whatever brought them back was in their ears.

Ghost was scared. He ran towards people, asking if they knew where a hospital was. However, it seemed that if he got near someone, they began to cough.

Dirk was now a walking virus bomb, spreading a plague that butchered people more than the Black Death.





That's right. Two PC's died. And then were resurrected by some unknown plague that made them into walking used needles.

The plague kills in 24 hours. There is no cure. Current infection level is at .1%

Zombies. Like that one DC thing they did...

DC thing?

Chowderhead wrote:DC thing?

DC comics had it's heroes die and come back as zombies. Epic.

hmm...nevermind I guess I will just quit.

It was I little senseless, just killing my characters in a silly way like that. I would have gone for the inactive ones.

Er...

You aren't dead. You're just zombified!

yeah but still. If my characters only have a short time to live...they would be looking for a cure.


(see *redemption* wich cures everything)

or I could take the typhus route. (and become an immortal plague lord)

Nobody said you had a short time to live.

And yeah, you have basically become Typhus...

hmmm...another chaos god could get this blasted plague off of me...(see: Tzeentch. who can fix anything)

Y'know, I was going to mention running a Marvel Zombies style RP, but it seems that you've got it under control.

(I cant stand the idea of my PCs turning ito zombies, so take THIS.)


"lord" prayed Asmodieus "Nurgle has unjustly claimed us...we ask for you to bestow your powers upon us... to rid us of this vile plague."

Jade flung a terrified man into the room, he had been dragged off of the street while he ran from the living dead.

Standing up, Asmodieus lifted the powersowrd in his right hand.

"NO!" screamed the man, before Asmodieus swept the blade through his neck, seinding dark sprays of arterial blood onto the image of a blue flame. "as the man bled onto the flame, and the star of chaos it was superimposed upon, the two traitors knelt. "Gift us powers...of change." hissed the Night Lord.

his flesh begane to crawl, and the ailments and contagion died as quickly as they came. with a flash of arcane light, a bedlam staff lay in the center of the star.

a voice filled his head. "Do not turn your back on MY gifts, so easily, and I will gift you a way home."

Asmodieus felt power unimaginable, he stretched out his hand, and the bedlam staff leapt into it.

jade was gleefully checking herself, the boils were gone, but her teeth had mutated into sharklike rippers.

"Come." said Asmodieus. "we spread the gift of change"

OOC: Interesting... Zombie Disease... Not sure if this is good or bad for me...

well I am cleansed of it...and have a superkilly stick too now

ineptus astartes wrote:well I am cleansed of it...and have a superkilly stick too now

As a GM, I recommend against that move. Negating a GM's decision is a death sentence, as well as rather rude. I would instead shoot Chowder a PM explaining your opinion of the situation. Whatever he says, though, his word is law.

I agree you can't just get better and you need the GM's permission.

I agree, you can't just heal yourself from an incureable plague in one post. It kind of ruins the point.

yeah...well...I just was kinda pissed that I did all this work, had a great backstory and plot/motivation all lined up and then my characters get such a boring death, if they are booted I will accept the fact. I also noticed no one was posting, and that the RP was getting rapidly more unreal, so if my characters are Squat'ed they will just be dragged back to M41 or wherever they came from, and I will attempt to salvage them from the wreck, for use elsewhere. the RP seems to be going off anyhow.

You can't just expect people to post as much as you, sometimes you can wait for others to do so.

I did. anyways, my charachters die off a lot. due to Vengeful PCs, GMs who just want to see them dead, or GMs who want to 'add' to the story, and end up turning it into a train-wreck. sometimes though (most times) I have a perfectly good GM who is realistic enough to not say. 'then he died' if it lends to the plot in a good way, I even support character death, however, if it is just so simple as to have a bunker Under Water filled with flies that somehow teleport I tend to be a little grumpy. all I was doing was attempting to remove the tree from the proverbial traintrack of this RP

How is this RPG a train wreak? Give some examples please.

no. it COULD become a train wreck if we start plague zombifying every character. No different than RZ&LWC really.

Err... Teleporting Flies?

As established, this asteroid is sent by a unholy abomination, made tenfold stronger by what amounts to be death incarnate, and wants to do nothing but destroy all life. And you expect that placing your character in a underwater blast proof bunker would "save you?", by basically trying to RP your way out of an event? Last time I tried to do that in an RP, I had my head ripped off. Expect yours to be soon, as well.

NO it could not, why would every character become a zombie?

It is just two characters being zombies, the rest of us are fine, i think.

ineptus astartes wrote:no. it COULD become a train wreck if we start plague zombifying every character. No different than RZ&LWC really.

And now you're saying that that was a trainwreck? Hmm...

hmm...*characters are teleported by tzeentch out of the city and back to M41.* saved you the trouble. I am just kind of mad that all my hard work was turned into what amounts as nothing. and that all the story I had lined up for these guys, including five different courses likely to be taken was turned to nothing in such a silly way.

Jade decided she was ugly, and so was her space marine friend. So she shot him in the face with her pistol, and shot herself as well. The end.

You are free to leave, Ineptus. You are dead. And if you decide to hurl insults at me, the RP, or other player, Mods will be called. Thank you.

I don't see the other player who turned into a zombie complaining. (Can't remember who it was)

ineptus astartes wrote:hmm...*characters are teleported by tzeentch out of the city and back to M41.* saved you the trouble. I am just kind of mad that all my hard work was turned into what amounts as nothing. and that all the story I had lined up for these guys, including five different courses likely to be taken was turned to nothing in such a silly way.

Welcome to Random Events, good sir.

Chowderhead wrote:

ineptus astartes wrote:hmm...*characters are teleported by tzeentch out of the city and back to M41.* saved you the trouble. I am just kind of mad that all my hard work was turned into what amounts as nothing. and that all the story I had lined up for these guys, including five different courses likely to be taken was turned to nothing in such a silly way.

Welcome to Random Events, good sir.

When you said it was random, did you just roll a dice or what?

RaptorsTallon wrote:I don't see the other player who turned into a zombie complaining. (Can't remember who it was)

Skycrawler. And TBH, it's an interesting moral choice. He's a walking virus bomb (not a zombie), and he still somehow needs to do good. It'll be interesting to see how that plays out.

RaptorsTallon wrote:

Chowderhead wrote:

ineptus astartes wrote:hmm...*characters are teleported by tzeentch out of the city and back to M41.* saved you the trouble. I am just kind of mad that all my hard work was turned into what amounts as nothing. and that all the story I had lined up for these guys, including five different courses likely to be taken was turned to nothing in such a silly way.

Welcome to Random Events, good sir.

When you said it was random, did you just roll a dice or what?

Random, meaning I entered everyone's names into a randomizer. I got Ineptus and Skycrawler as the ones who were drawn, so bam! Turned into plague men.

Chowderhead wrote:

RaptorsTallon wrote:I don't see the other player who turned into a zombie complaining. (Can't remember who it was)

Skycrawler. And TBH, it's an interesting moral choice. He's a walking virus bomb (not a zombie), and he still somehow needs to do good. It'll be interesting to see how that plays out.

It is....
I need to think about how my character will play out too. Especialy with the return of Nex from the death world in a few days.

Kinda sad, character randomly and fairly becomes a Zombie and player gets upset.

blood reaper wrote:Kinda sad, character randomly and fairly becomes a Zombie and player gets upset.

It is. I have seen plenty of instances when bad things have happened to characters in RP, and those players very rarely get mad about it.

I was not insulting you. or your RP, I was trying to offer some help by the way of saying that if you deviate from the original plot, it could be potentially bad for the mood of the RP


(I had my characters already left anyways, or whatever, I may just out of sheer grumpiness use them as resurrected daemons in another RP, that was not a good way to tell people to join. 'Hey come join this RP! when PCs get upset at something I kill them!')

I don't even see the problem, Plague Zombie from the future sounds quite cool to me.

I was not mad about being a zombie either, I was simply taking the liberties with it because the game was slowing down. so I thought 'hey! lets try to gauge this GMs reaction about my characters getting better! If he kills them, fine! I can use them in a different RP anyways!'

ineptus astartes wrote:I was not insulting you. or your RP, I was trying to offer some help by the way of saying that if you deviate from the original plot, it could be potentially bad for the mood of the RP


(I had my characters already left anyways, or whatever, I may just out of sheer grumpiness use them as resurrected daemons in another RP, that was not a good way to tell people to join. 'Hey come join this RP! when PCs get upset at something I kill them!')

Well, you did say this:

ineptus astartes wrote:hmm...*characters are teleported by tzeentch out of the city and back to M41.* saved you the trouble. I am just kind of mad that all my hard work was turned into what amounts as nothing. and that all the story I had lined up for these guys, including five different courses likely to be taken was turned to nothing in such a silly way.

Before Chowder said this:

Chowderhead wrote:Jade decided she was ugly, and so was her space marine friend. So she shot him in the face with her pistol, and shot herself as well. The end.

You are free to leave, Ineptus. You are dead. And if you decide to hurl insults at me, the RP, or other player, Mods will be called. Thank you.

So you had really left the RP before chowder killed your point about the GM killing off characters when the player got angry is invalid, as you had left the RP before he did it.

blood reaper wrote:I don't even see the problem, Plague Zombie from the future sounds quite cool to me.

This is a good point.
Being a Plauge Zombie in power armour with lots of guns sounds fun.

I know I am saying IF the characters had not left beforehand, he would have done that too.

I dont like being a mindless thrall. so I will use the selfsame characters in another RP first chance I get. no sense letting them go to waste, right?

Chowder, is this Destroyer Plauge good or bad for me? I can't seem to work it out.

I think it is confusing for you raptor

'hey! I just killed that one!'

Syrath had taken to the streets, Daemons had done the same and Syrath had reverted to his true form. He and Whetley sprinted along the roof tops of buildings watching the Daemonic beings tare humans apart and inflict horrid acts on the mortals. He laughed and dropped down from the roof-top and introduced himself to the hordes of Daemons;

"Hello gentlemen I have a job offer for you."

poor syrath...

RaptorsTallon wrote:Chowder, is this Destroyer Plauge good or bad for me? I can't seem to work it out.

Seeing as how you run of the damned's souls, possibly. Let me mull it over.

ineptus astartes wrote:I dont like being a mindless thrall. so I will use the selfsame characters in another RP first chance I get. no sense letting them go to waste, right?

You're not a mindless thrall, you still control your characters, they're just very hungry. Think of super-powered zombies, that's what you are now.

well I dropped out because frankly, I am in too many RPs at once,(also to save my characters for another RP) hopefully some of them will finish before IA launches

Yep.

I'm out.

"Ryan's heart convulsed, then stopped. A lethal Heart-Attack."

What the Hell was that? thought the Outsider as it picked itself up of the floor in the wake of meteor blast. Flexing its extremities, it was relieved to find that nothing was broken-or at least appeared to be broken. There was a horrendous ringing in its ears, and its vision was little more than a blur of colours. The Outsider wondered for a moment whether this was how his victims felt as it killed them. It dismissed the notion as irrelevant.
As its vision slowly began to return-good, that meant most of the damage was only superficial-a thought crossed the Outsider’s mind. Reaching down to its belt it fumbled with the device there, unclipping it and giving it a shake. It was the Data pad the man Isis had referred to as Zetes had given it. There were a few cracks here and there but it was still serviceable and functional. That was something at least-though, the Outsider conceded, it was likely its target was already dead. That complicated matters. Still, it would make do.
The Outsider was suddenly aware of the alarms blaring throughout the lobby, and observed that it was the only being still there. The Cultist’s and guards must either have not noticed it, thought it was dead or just not bothered to carry it out whilst they were being evacuated out. How charming. Not that the Outsider blamed them-these people were sun worshippers after all. Something descending from the heavens, the home of the very thing they venerated must have been incredibly frightening for them. The Outsider wished there was one around to ask what in the god’s name was going on, but it was sure that the answer would be made apparent soon enough.
Isis. She would know. And with current events one wayward super who she clearly did not respect was hardly the biggest worry for her at the moment. As much as the Outsider did not like her, it admitted that he would not be able to fight whatever new threat presented itself alone, and having a goddess on the same side brought advantages all of its own.
The Outsider gave another imaginary grin. It would finally be able to teleport. And it did enjoy that so.

Atael was sitting in the temple when the asteroid struck. A wave of death passed across the world as so many lives were extinguished at once.
He relished it. All the death made him powerful. But then... All of a sudden... The wave retreated. Robbing him of his feast.

He stood up, and aproached the fire to see what the meaning of this event was.
He chanted, and opened a rift to the death world.
My lords... Atael said to his gods, What has come to pass which has robbed me of this glory?
This is not of our doing... Kalin and Farsax said in union, Something has returned the dead to life...
I will find out, and destroy it... Atael replied.
The portal sealed, and Atael prepared to leave.

Atael and Haldrax left the hideout under the cover of darkness, and went to investigate what had happened to their feast...

HEY! WASSUP!

Okay, so I am now back...

... Raptors, what the hell happened, I think you kinda just left Nex all alone...

*sigh*

Shas'ui T'au Kais wrote:HEY! WASSUP!

Okay, so I am now back...

... Raptors, what the hell happened, I think you kinda just left Nex all alone...

*sigh*

I wasn't sure exactly how to play your character, so I sent him into the Death Relm for iniciation for two weeks.
Feel free to RP his safe return and you can come and join me on the surface.

Cool, I will in the evening...

... just got Halo 3: ODST and I am loving it...

... thanks by the way, for making him safe that is...

(ryan died and my characters returned to the 41st millennium)

I don't why, but it suddenly went wrong for me. I apologize, and feel free to raid my armory. Besides, I have an RP that is going to die that I must keep bringing to the top.