A thousand Bloodletters marched forward under the many banners of Khorne, each regiment of the crimson Daemons where armed with burning blades that like them hungered for the blood of their foes. At the head of this hoard was the Daemonic Herald Arkocias who rode atop a mighty Juggernaut that's brass armour glimmered in the sunlight of two burning white suns that seemed to bear eyes that studied each creäture that walked across the grey landscape of the Daemon world. Another Daemonic hoard of Nurgle came into view from the Fortress of Plague that was surrounded by swarms of massive flies that crawled along the brittle stone armour of the Plague Marines that marched along the Plague Bearers who chanted zealously

Another volley of Bolter fire consumed several Bloodletters as they charged the tall Walls of the Fortress, the Iron Warriors had been forced back after hours of assaults from massed Daemon attacks. Harlow and his Elite troops had moved to the southern wall to support the armored defence force that had pounded the advancing forces of Nurgle but had failed to stop the armies of Khorne who cut and hacked apart any Traitor guard or Iron warrior in their path. Harlow aimed his customised Reaper Auto-cannon which mounted nine barrels and 22 caliber shells with tips that could pierce the front armour of a Dreadnoughts armour. He smiled as he and his Guard opened fire on the charging Daemons.

They fell and exploded in showers of crimson and scarlet bone and flesh, Harlow fired another volley tearing more daemons apart while Sentry guns activated and took aim against the Daemons who assailed them, the Iron Warriors roared at the sight of the retreating Daemons as artillery pounded what remained of the once mighty Daemonic Hosts. Harlow smiled and turned his attention to his arriving Tech-Priest who simply nodded to him before handing a data-pad listing casualties and damage;

"How long will repairs take to complete Tech-Priest? The Employers have ordered that we advance plans as new foes approach."

The Tech-Priest growled and sifted his axe upwards but stopped releasing the strength of Harlow and spoke with a animalistic and mechanical voice;

"Several days but my calculations are still... Underway... my Cabal... Have prepared the.... Feast of souls...milord but I require one thing..."

Behind the bleak and emotionless helm the Tech-Priest smirked, a gesture of his liking as he could finally achieve something that he longed for. The screams of this fool.

"What whelp? I lack the time for your damned silence!"

The Tech-Priest chuckled and watched with dark glee as Harlow's guards aimed their weapons towards his head, the once grand Chaos Lord was hopelessly outnumbered and doomed.

"Your dying screams milord"


NPC's

Name: The Employers
Age: Unknown
Wargear: unknown
Race: Daemon
Powers and abilities: Extremely strong psychic and energy powers
servants: Large numbers of Chaos Warbands, the 13

Chaos dedication: Each Employer serves one of the four Chaos Gods
The Employers are a group of four Daemons who constantly tamper and change the lives of mortals for entertainment or their goals, each serves one of the four great Chaos Powers and is an extremely powerful being that has legions of warriors at its dispose. The Employers rarely do their work themselves and use a group of 13 Daemons who fulfil their orders and if they fail they are feasted on.
The Employers devour the essence and souls of powerful psyches and will happily conduct this process on failures, many of their servants are kept in line by the fear of this vile and horrid end....

Name: Syrath
Age: Unknown
Wargear: Twin set of blades
Race: ascended Daemon , formally Eldar
Powers and abilities: Sorcery and Regeneration
servants: None
Chaos dedication: Tzeentch, Chaos Undivivded

Syrath is an evil being, driven mad and insane after 10,000 years of service to Chaos and the Employers. He corrupted many great heroes and has delivered many sectors to the dark gods but on Fernis Syrath failed to destroy the Space Wolves and was banished by the Employers, they failed to truly smite the Daemon and he survived but at a coast.
Syrath now seeks to get revenge on his former masters and will assist anyone seeking to kill them but he knows this is no easy task and he will face stiff resistence from his former masters...

Name: Tech-Lord
Age: 560
Legion: Iron Warriors
Home world: Unknown
Weaponry: Two Servo arms, Multi melta, multiple mechanical implants, Twin linked Bolter, Krak/Frag grenades, Power Axe and Bolt Pistol
Armour: Heavily modified Power armour
Abilities: Energy Shielding, Mark of Chaos undivided
Servants: Iron Warrior forces
Allies: The Employers
Background:
Race: Human (Chaos) Adeptus Astartes
Background:
A Tech-marine off the Iron Warriors legion, the Tech-lord fled Terra with his Legion after the Horus Heresy and took what forces where under his command during the Heresy and built up a massive fortress in the Eye of Terror intent on out-doing his Primarch in creating the greatest fortress. His grand construction proved to be both the greatest fortress on the planet, any other forces on the planet attempted to siege the fortress but fell to the fields of Sentry guns and mine fields which lay outside the fortress and soon was absorbed into the Iron Warriors after finding themselves under siege by the Iron Warriors. Daemonic hosts could not breach the walls even when numbering in the thousands, Exalted Greater Daemons curse the foul fortress with foul words and claim that when the true great warrior breaches it they will feast on the souls of those who inhabit it but a dark force protects the fortress and will continue to until it is destroyed.

Name: Coraks Argath

Appearance

"Prepare for attack!"

—Coraks

Coraks is not as large as other Daemon Princes as he achieved daemonhood through a series of mutations and blessings from Khorne over the course of a millenium. However, as a devotee to the Blood God he is still immensely strong. Visually he resembles a large winged Bloodletter. He mounts a strong bone like armour carapace along with the remains of his mutated and twisted Tactical Dreadnought armour.
Personality and Traits

Coraks is quick to anger and has little time for cowards and traitors and will execute them without a second thought. His anger and complete and utter to devotion to Syrath can cause psychotic rage that is filled by the Rage of Khorne and the devotion to tare the enemies of Syrath apart.

Equipment and Abilities
Weapons
Doom Glaive: A Daemon Weapon forged in the great forges of Syrath's Realm. Corak’s replaced his lighting claws with Death's Glaive which has granted him increased strength. The great sword was re-forged apon Coraks' ascension to Daemonhood. It is said to contain the essence of a Tzeentchian Greater Daemon which was forcefully bound to Death's Glaive by Syrath himself.
Rage’s Heart: A Daemonic twin linked Bolter. Rage’s Heart is a heavily modified Mark IV Boltgun. It had several specialised attachments but was abandoned on an unknown battlefield after Coraks' ascension.

Armour

Armour of the Spectre: Ancient Heresy-Era terminator armour which was said to be blessed by Syrath himself, giving Corak’s amazing defences. Most of the armour was destroyed after he transformed into a Daemon Prince. However some remnants melded with his daemonic flesh forming the Armour of the Cursed.
Armour of the Cursed: What remains of Corak's Armour of the Spectre has formed into the Armour of the Cursed. It is an unholy mixture of daemonic bone, reinforced Adamantine, strengthened Cermite and warp energy. Coraks flesh is almost impossible to pierce by using mortal weapons, requiring incredibly powerful blessed blades just to pierce it. It also provides relatively good protection against psychic attacks.

Daemonic Gifts

Daemonic Flight: Coraks was gifted with as massive wings, which have been adorned with skulls and unholy charms. Coraks' wings allow him to fly across the battle.
Daemonic Strength: After his ascension Coraks was gifted with extreme strength by his patron god, making him an exceptionally powerful individual.
Mark of Khorne: As a follower of Khorne he naturally bears the Blood God's mark.
Talisman of Syrath: A gift from his Daemonic ally, before his ascension. It provides Coraks with a heightened defense to unnatural attacks.

Artifacts

Helm of Icrus: This item once belonged to the Imperial Saint Icrus. He had been felled by a Daemon on the eve of the Emperor's internment into the Golden Throne. To the shock of the daemonic entity, Icrus' body began to twitch and his form was lifted into the air by a mysterious golden light. Icrus brought his now charged blade to the Greater Daemon which had slain him and then preceded to slice the Daemon in twain. Icrus led a glorious campaign against the forces of Chaos until his demise at the hands of Coraks. It was a tremendous battle which resulted in Coraks suffering grievous wounds. Icrus' body mysteriously vanished after he was struck by Coraks' unholy blade, leaving behind only an enchanted helmet. Coraks claimed it for himself as a trophy and he frequently has it slung around his neck.
Tyrants Maw: Coraks and the 1st War Legion battled Hive Fleet Kraken on Keron , after months of fighting the Tyranid Hive ships were destroyed and the world saved from consumption. Before bombing of Tyranid infested areas Coraks personally slayed the Alpha Tyrant. After beheading the beast he removed its jaw and now wears it around his neck. [/color]



Character sheet
Name:
Age:
Wargear:
Race:
Powers and abilities:
servants:
Background:

Warbands

You're character may have a war-band of up to nine members how each fill a different and unique role, each member is a NPC and requires a profile. Members may be replaced and can be controlled by the game master. Here is an example

Kain: Gunner

Aminus: Sniper

Kronu: Gunner

Krathoucl: Heavy Weapons specialist



Araghos

The planet Arghos is located deep in the Eye of Terror, a bleak world of oceans of blood and fortresses of Chaos Space Marines and Daemons. War is rife and constant and is fulled by the many War-bands of Chaos Space Marines and Chaos Cults on the planet. You may seek to rule or escape the world but ether way ,its survival of the strongest and most powerful warrior.

Commoragh

The Dark city of the Eldar can be accessed but only the bravest and strongest would dare even go near the City of Shadows, characters may enter Commoragh and are restricted to a certain area where they may recruit allies and buy exotic items but beware of its evil and sinister inhabitants.

Players
Nocturnes Wrath

Warband;

Leader: lotus (female)
Job: culexus exterminator.
Equipement: animus. Death strings . Memory blades. Mind flayer. Gauntlet of ang'rash. (Turnable) kiss of death. Holosuit double hotshot pistols.

Sniper: hades.(male)
Job:vindicare deathbringer
Equipement: bullets exitus rifle and gun stealth suit spymask

Informant: helios(male)
Job: "dont know the name of the clade" infocyte
Equip: hackstuff and info companions "cyborg" rats and birds.

Infiltrant: rogue (changeable but prefers female)
Job: callidus infiltrator
Equipement: memory blades grenades and shapeshift stimulants

Melee: oni (male)
Job: eversor operative
Equipement: neuro gauntlet. Bolt/needler. Drug system and his trademark (a huge claymore like blade)

Medic/poison specialist: cobra (female)
Job: venemus poisener
Equipement: her personal lab. And needler

ineptus astartes

PC: Gra'zzt. terminator lord/ sorcerer. weapons: TDA, stormbolter/powerfist combo (right hand) daemon sword Gra'drach'nen (right hand) daemon shield.

NPCs: Asmodius, chaos raptor, Night lord. bolt pistol, chainsword

Baphomet, Devestator, Warp Ghosts. heavy bolter

Sikrath,Techmarine. oracles of change,

Jade, corrupted eversor assasin, claws, executioner, powerswrd, daemon doomsiren

Kol Vectna, dark apostle, word bearers, accursed crozius, stormbolter, TDA


Kardum, apothecary, black legion, bolter, apothecaries' tools


Vulkarik, sorcerer, Thousand sons, bedlam staff, powersword, bolt pistol.

Solas, tactical, Black legion, bolter,

Yeenoghu, World Eaters, bolt pistol, chainaxe, Blank,

WARORK93

Name: Beltayn "The Jackal" Cuthalion

Age: 305

Race: Eldar

Affiliation: Mercenary

Designation: Pathfinder (Ranger Exarch)

Appearance: At a glance, Beltayn looks nothing more than a tall human, but upon closer examination he is so much more. Wiry limbs bely his physical strength and dexterous hands and feet. His make and structure gives one hte sense of dlicacy and fragility, a first impression that often has his enemies underestimate his agility and speed. The few things that can be used to seperate him from most men can be found by looking at his face. Long silver hair grows over his scalp and his sunken eyes are misty blue in color and can hold an ice cold stare like no human can. Other than the slight nuances in his facial features that set him apart from the reest of humanity there are the long, leaf shaped ears that denote him as one of the Eldar race. His skin is pale and gaunt and one of his most notable features is the system of intricately laced tatoos, set in deep blue, that criss cross over the right side of his face and neck; honor marks from the many hunts he has accomplished over his long life.

Personality: Beltayn possesses a wit that is as cold as his eyes. His voice is seldom heard as he only speaks when he feels it is necessary, such is a habit of one who has been a hunter for the past three centuries. He prefers to be clad most of the time in his practical hunter's garb, the same clothing he wars under the mesh combat armor and Cameleoline cloak he wears while on the job. Beltayn disdains the use of heavy armor and advanced technology, prefering to use his natural ability and har won skill to best his prey. Beltayn has walked the path of the outcast for three centuries and to this day he still feels the call of that path, urging him to attempt greater and greater feats of predatory talent in order to gain honor for himself and those around him. Beltayn is cold an near unapproachable from the outside to most and is content that a vast majority of other beings leave him be. He has, however, acquired a few acquaintances along his chosen path, some closer than others, his sense of honor is everything to him and he will do all in his power to either save or increase it.

Beltayn is a hunter by nature and seeks to personify the word in every sense of its meaning. He has killed thousands of times in his life, both enemy, target, and game. He is a master of every type of killing art that requires a touch of finesse and silence. He is both able to kill from unseen places far away or up close just an arm's length away. His experience has taught him how to anticipate, how to be one step ahead of the prey at all times and as such he is adept at the art of ambush. In short, Beltayn is a killer, it doesn't matter how hard or easy it is to kill something, if it needs to die, he'll find a way to do it.

Bio: Beltayn spent his young life aboard the craftworld of Alaitoc, his first name meaning "Young and mighty" his second meaning "Strongbow." In fact, he was known by his second name until he left the craftworld for his skill in marksmanship. There, from an early age he was pressured to strictly follow his chosen path, such is the tradition of that Craftworld. Like a few youths of his generation, he was unhappy with this strict adherence to laws and sought a more free life amongst the stars, he felt too constricted and so followed the Path of the Outcast, travelling to many Exodite worlds as he learned the way of his path. He's hunted big and small game, both rare and common, all across the galaxy, in every corner. He prides himself on remembering every single hunt he's ever been on and as such he can recall the exact number of any species or type of enemy he's killed. He has with him a leather strap which is attatched to the stock of his modified long rifle which holds many fangs, teeth, or other bones which all used to belong to every animal he has ever hunted. He also wears a necklace with several hogteeth (the bullet heads of sniper rifle hard rounds), each has a number engraved on it denoting the number of the kill and each marks a time in which he bested another marksman in combat. Other than this, Beltayn has ritualistically kept many small unseen habits while on the job that his employers never ask about, being happy that the job has been done to their satisfaction.

In the underworlds of many planets, Beltayn has acquired the nickname "The Jackal" a name which he finds stupid and petty but utilizes to his advantage. The name, he has found, inspires fear amongst anyone who would be his enemy and generally makes him a more imposing figure to those around him. Though seperated from his homeworld, he still has a loyalty and pride to his people and will not do anything to willingly harm innocents as a whole. He may be a mercenary but he does have standards. Before he became a freelance worker, he was often a soldier, fighting on behalf of the forces of his craftworld and assisting Eldar ground forces with his skills and talents. Wherever he treads, enemies fear his reach, his name is both a device with which to identify an unidentifiable danger and a weapon of psychological warfare.

Equipment: Most importantly is his black cameleoline cloak which has aged with him over the years and functions to hide him from even the most scrutinous eyes. A heavily modified Ranger long rifle he sang himself out of wraithbone, it is the only piece of his gear he has ever personified, calling it "Ralion", his people's name for the longbow. He has customized it to fit his habits and function to perfect his abilities in the art of long range death. The barrel has been lengthened bith to increase accuracy and to accomadate the atypical, highpowered shot he uses. The firing mechanism has also been modified similarly for the same reasons. The rifle has adjustable power settings and multi vision optics, its stock and furniture, while holding his trophies, also has had many Eldar runes engraved onto it, all of which are dedicated to giving the weapon resilience and unerring accuracy. His trusty shuriken pistol has also been modified from the standard to fit his style. It is more compact and has been customized for quick firing, accuracy, and silence. He also carries a combo of a monomolecular wraithbone sabre which has also been etched with runes of power as well as a matching dual edged dagger that is usually held in tandem with the single sided sabre. Other than weapons he carries little equipment or provisions besides his rangefinder binoculars and other such pieces which aid him on his hunts.

Tyranic Marta

Name: Ludias Storm to those close to him. Delta 571 to strangers

Age: 37

Race: Human (Genetically enhanced)

Faction: Mercenary

Appearance: Ludias has an almost perfect body; through his genetic reconstruction he has well defined muscle tones and powerful limbs. His wavy light brown hair and blue grey eyes are endearing as is his soft melodic voice. His lightly tanned skin and large powerful hands and shoulders all give him an aura of strength and resilience. But at the same time he has a grace about him that isn’t often seen. His movements are economical and his body is regulated on how much energy he expends doing tasks. This easy grace and light-footedness make him an excellent dancer and he uses this trait to mingle with the upper classes of society in even this war torn millennium.

Personality: His soft voice and easy grace betray a kind of ease about him. A self assuredness that makes people warm quickly to him and listen to his words. This charisma allows him to quickly gain information where he needs it. Ludias is a warm person, his general camaraderie lets him make friends of all shapes and sizes but he also has many enemies. These enemies are often the friends and family of his marks. Ludias doesn’t care as soon as he leaves what ever planet he was on he is often safe, very few of the people he kills have the friends with resources to avenge them. As a person he is usually kind and has a well tempered personality that allows people to warm to him easily this has given him a certain air of charm that people are attracted to like bees to honey. And his business partner Beltayn has known him long enough to know that he is really a good person under the mask. His charms would have led many women into his arms if he had let them but he is too smart to let anyone get to close. He has many enemies and he trusts only those who he knows he can.

However, as soon as his custom made snipers mask covers his face he becomes a different person. It’s almost as if a completely different personality takes control of the usually jovial man. When he is on the job he is cold and ruthless he never thinks twice about the kill, he just kills, but he is extremely loyal and will fight to the death to protect his closest friends. His perfectly honed mind is always centered on the job at hand. He revels in the chase and the sting, the power that his hand crafted Exitus rifle, and its pistol twins, (Yes two of them) give him. For him there is nothing more satisfying than the pull of his rifles trigger and the muted sound of his latest construction whirring towards his foe,

Ludias is an inventor his bullets, his rifle, even his suit and mask, have been tailored by him to suit his requirement. To become a perfect killer to become the one thing that ever civilization in the world fears, death itself. Every bullet is designed for its mark. Designed to exploit the weaknesses in his foe and make use of chinks in his her or even its armour. He has fired electromagnetic rounds that have torn apart the armoured carapace of Necron lords; he has fired biochemical rounds that have dissolved the internal organs of a raging Tyranid bioform; he has fired a single round that tore to shreds the armoured hulk of a chaos land raider entering through the exhaust port and then detonating destroying the engine from within which then exploded and tore the warriors inside to shreds. Of course these special rounds are only reserved for the most important of Marks, the rounds he uses for every day shooting are often mundane and ordinary, but they always have some kind of additional weapon against whatever he is firing at, for Ludias has fought had almost all of the sentient species of the galaxy between his sights or in his scope. And so he always has a bullet for the job, often dozens of bullets. His pistols have similar attention lavished on them; their rounds are one of a kind. Well... to say one of a kind suggests that they are unique, more to the point they are unique in the way that Ludias is the only one who knows their design no matter that he has several clips of identical rounds on a belt round his waist. These rounds incorporate a two part toxin/acid in them, that doesn’t mix until the special ceramic core of each bullet shatters. When this virulent mixture fuses together it can melt dissolve or liquefy everything from the living metal of the Necrons to the bone breastplate of a space marine.

History: Ludias grew up an orphan; he never knew the loving touch of parents. Some of his closest friends and business associates think that this is why he still kills, that drive inside him that forces him to take another’s life stems from him never having felt anything but lifelessness in his existence. So now he strives to give to the galaxy the only love he ever knew; the raw terror of being on the wrong end of his trigger finger. The pure adrenaline that comes from knowing that you are in the scope of the galaxies most feared human marksman is a rare experience because most of his targets never know, and Ludias never misses. The reason he is so cold is because his parents were killed when he was young; a crude autogun slaughtering them both in the hands of a two bit killer hired by a fanatical cultist of chaos. Ludias grew up with only the knowledge of the weapon that killed his parents and he, frankly, is insulted that such a crude simple weapon took his family away from him. From the time Ludias realized this he has sought to create the perfect killing weapon, a weapon so finely honed to the art of death that its every function is economical and efficient enough that from the moment he sights his target he can load a cold round and take the shot within half a second. His rifle is the result of 34 years of development towards this goal. A cold round is a bullet fired from a rifle when its barrel is cool, and so not moving with the action of its components and thus, less accurate. His rifle is so perfectly accurate and perfectly balanced that the finely honed weapon is capable of firing a cold round at 1800 meters and still hit a coin on its cross section. The weapon is also crafted exactly for him and him alone, anyone else trying to use the weapon would find it uncomfortable and unwieldy.

Ludias has discovered that his weapon is unique in more ways than one. The rifle of a traditional Vindicare assassin has something that his doesn’t, a self destruct. If a vindicare goes out of line then his high command can remove his most prized possession from him. This freedom gives Ludias an unimaginable advantage, and he is hired because of this. He can strike anytime, anywhere and against any target. And he is answerable to none because none know who he is. He never gives his name only his serial number, to business partners. Only his Friends get his name. And only one can link the man behind the mask to the mask itself Beltayn. Because of this advantage Ludias takes his rifle all over the galaxy and with it he moves from job to job giving his services out in return for technologies that he can use to improve his equipment. By far the best trade he ever got was exactly 19 years ago. His body was almost completely reconstructed from its base components by a creature he had never seen the likes of before and in return Ludias only had to kill one creature; a dark eldar by the name of Griodial Nambecus. That one shot, one cold round gave him the best gift he could ever receive; the gift of a body that would not grow old and betray his mind with weakness.

Ludias has trained himself for years; his body has become no more than a tool, an instrument of perfection for him to express his views through, these views are often expressed from behind the scope of his Rifle. In the last 4 years or so Ludias has been partnered with Beltayn an Eldar Pathfinder, who has become one of Ludias' closest friends, and if Ludias is really honest with himself, the only friendship he has ever been able to hold down amidst the ever shifting view his life has had.

Reason for being in the Eye of Terror: Ludias takes out what are known as blind ops. He doesn’t know who the target is until he has them in his sights, this stops him from getting attached to the target until its to late for him to change his mind. Recently he was tasked with taking out a mark in the rim world of Martos Prime. Only when he reached the planet and hooked up with his friend Beltayn did he realize that both he and his friend had been given contracts to take each other out. Flatly refusing to kill each other they fled into the eye of terror to avoid the full wrath of their respective clients.

Equipment: Custom Made Exitus rifle and Twin Exitus Pistols. Also his Stealth suit and enhancer mask are custom made. His hand crafted Bullets are a result of his own skill and the tool kit he has aboard his personal ship, an old two seated interceptor he made himself. The ship has only a pair of quads but is very fast and small. It also has its own stealth field, and radar jamming devices. Ludias has at some point installed an interstellar drive which allows him to make short subspace "Hops". The drive is a modified version of the one the Tau use to propel their much larger craft. These short "Hops" Allow Ludias to jump from solar system to solar system quickly, but the drive needs a significant amount of time to recharge. (Note I can’t ever see him using the drive I just put it in to explain how he can lead such a "Solo" life away from capital ships that can take him places.)

I already submitted my dudes in the previous campaign

well Blood, I am a little pissed at chowder so... wonder If I can use the same PCs from paradisio?

(a am talking to a guy who always plays as you-know-who so...)

Cool, can you post you're profile and if you wish to add any characters if you wish.

hmmm.

Black legion (warband is a mix)

PC: Gra'zzt. terminator lord/ sorcerer. weapons: TDA, stormbolter/powerfist combo (right hand) daemon sword Gra'drach'nen (right hand) daemon shield.

NPCs: Asmodius, chaos raptor, Night lord. bolt pistol, chainsword

Baphomet, Devestator, Warp Ghosts. heavy bolter

Sikrath,Techmarine. oracles of change,

Jade, corrupted eversor assasin, claws, executioner, powerswrd, daemon doomsiren

Kol Vectna, dark apostle, word bearers, accursed crozius, stormbolter, TDA


Kardum, apothecary, black legion, bolter, apothecaries' tools


Vulkarik, sorcerer, Thousand sons, bedlam staff, powersword, bolt pistol.

Solas, tactical, Black legion, bolter,

Yeenoghu, World Eaters, bolt pistol, chainaxe, Blank,

Woohoo! Its up!

Name: Beltayn "The Jackal" Cuthalion

Age: 305

Race: Eldar

Affiliation: Mercenary

Designation: Pathfinder (Ranger Exarch)

Appearance: At a glance, Beltayn looks nothing more than a tall human, but upon closer examination he is so much more. Wiry limbs bely his physical strength and dexterous hands and feet. His make and structure gives one hte sense of dlicacy and fragility, a first impression that often has his enemies underestimate his agility and speed. The few things that can be used to seperate him from most men can be found by looking at his face. Long silver hair grows over his scalp and his sunken eyes are misty blue in color and can hold an ice cold stare like no human can. Other than the slight nuances in his facial features that set him apart from the reest of humanity there are the long, leaf shaped ears that denote him as one of the Eldar race. His skin is pale and gaunt and one of his most notable features is the system of intricately laced tatoos, set in deep blue, that criss cross over the right side of his face and neck; honor marks from the many hunts he has accomplished over his long life.

Personality: Beltayn possesses a wit that is as cold as his eyes. His voice is seldom heard as he only speaks when he feels it is necessary, such is a habit of one who has been a hunter for the past three centuries. He prefers to be clad most of the time in his practical hunter's garb, the same clothing he wars under the mesh combat armor and Cameleoline cloak he wears while on the job. Beltayn disdains the use of heavy armor and advanced technology, prefering to use his natural ability and har won skill to best his prey. Beltayn has walked the path of the outcast for three centuries and to this day he still feels the call of that path, urging him to attempt greater and greater feats of predatory talent in order to gain honor for himself and those around him. Beltayn is cold an near unapproachable from the outside to most and is content that a vast majority of other beings leave him be. He has, however, acquired a few acquaintances along his chosen path, some closer than others, his sense of honor is everything to him and he will do all in his power to either save or increase it.

Beltayn is a hunter by nature and seeks to personify the word in every sense of its meaning. He has killed thousands of times in his life, both enemy, target, and game. He is a master of every type of killing art that requires a touch of finesse and silence. He is both able to kill from unseen places far away or up close just an arm's length away. His experience has taught him how to anticipate, how to be one step ahead of the prey at all times and as such he is adept at the art of ambush. In short, Beltayn is a killer, it doesn't matter how hard or easy it is to kill something, if it needs to die, he'll find a way to do it.

Bio: Beltayn spent his young life aboard the craftworld of Alaitoc, his first name meaning "Young and mighty" his second meaning "Strongbow." In fact, he was known by his second name until he left the craftworld for his skill in marksmanship. There, from an early age he was pressured to strictly follow his chosen path, such is the tradition of that Craftworld. Like a few youths of his generation, he was unhappy with this strict adherence to laws and sought a more free life amongst the stars, he felt too constricted and so followed the Path of the Outcast, travelling to many Exodite worlds as he learned the way of his path. He's hunted big and small game, both rare and common, all across the galaxy, in every corner. He prides himself on remembering every single hunt he's ever been on and as such he can recall the exact number of any species or type of enemy he's killed. He has with him a leather strap which is attatched to the stock of his modified long rifle which holds many fangs, teeth, or other bones which all used to belong to every animal he has ever hunted. He also wears a necklace with several hogteeth (the bullet heads of sniper rifle hard rounds), each has a number engraved on it denoting the number of the kill and each marks a time in which he bested another marksman in combat. Other than this, Beltayn has ritualistically kept many small unseen habits while on the job that his employers never ask about, being happy that the job has been done to their satisfaction.

In the underworlds of many planets, Beltayn has acquired the nickname "The Jackal" a name which he finds stupid and petty but utilizes to his advantage. The name, he has found, inspires fear amongst anyone who would be his enemy and generally makes him a more imposing figure to those around him. Though seperated from his homeworld, he still has a loyalty and pride to his people and will not do anything to willingly harm innocents as a whole. He may be a mercenary but he does have standards. Before he became a freelance worker, he was often a soldier, fighting on behalf of the forces of his craftworld and assisting Eldar ground forces with his skills and talents. Wherever he treads, enemies fear his reach, his name is both a device with which to identify an unidentifiable danger and a weapon of psychological warfare.

Equipment: Most importantly is his black cameleoline cloak which has aged with him over the years and functions to hide him from even the most scrutinous eyes. A heavily modified Ranger long rifle he sang himself out of wraithbone, it is the only piece of his gear he has ever personified, calling it "Ralion", his people's name for the longbow. He has customized it to fit his habits and function to perfect his abilities in the art of long range death. The barrel has been lengthened bith to increase accuracy and to accomadate the atypical, highpowered shot he uses. The firing mechanism has also been modified similarly for the same reasons. The rifle has adjustable power settings and multi vision optics, its stock and furniture, while holding his trophies, also has had many Eldar runes engraved onto it, all of which are dedicated to giving the weapon resilience and unerring accuracy. His trusty shuriken pistol has also been modified from the standard to fit his style. It is more compact and has been customized for quick firing, accuracy, and silence. He also carries a combo of a monomolecular wraithbone sabre which has also been etched with runes of power as well as a matching dual edged dagger that is usually held in tandem with the single sided sabre. Other than weapons he carries little equipment or provisions besides his rangefinder binoculars and other such pieces which aid him on his hunts.

Lets get this party started!

BTW my dedication is Chaos undivided

We still need Marta and Shas to start WARORK93 but I don't think that will take to long.

Name: Ludias Storm to those close to him. Delta 571 to strangers

Age: 37

Race: Human (Genetically enhanced)

Faction: Mercenary

Appearance: Ludias has an almost perfect body; through his genetic reconstruction he has well defined muscle tones and powerful limbs. His wavy light brown hair and blue grey eyes are endearing as is his soft melodic voice. His lightly tanned skin and large powerful hands and shoulders all give him an aura of strength and resilience. But at the same time he has a grace about him that isn’t often seen. His movements are economical and his body is regulated on how much energy he expends doing tasks. This easy grace and light-footedness make him an excellent dancer and he uses this trait to mingle with the upper classes of society in even this war torn millennium.

Personality: His soft voice and easy grace betray a kind of ease about him. A self assuredness that makes people warm quickly to him and listen to his words. This charisma allows him to quickly gain information where he needs it. Ludias is a warm person, his general camaraderie lets him make friends of all shapes and sizes but he also has many enemies. These enemies are often the friends and family of his marks. Ludias doesn’t care as soon as he leaves what ever planet he was on he is often safe, very few of the people he kills have the friends with resources to avenge them. As a person he is usually kind and has a well tempered personality that allows people to warm to him easily this has given him a certain air of charm that people are attracted to like bees to honey. And his business partner Beltayn has known him long enough to know that he is really a good person under the mask. His charms would have led many women into his arms if he had let them but he is too smart to let anyone get to close. He has many enemies and he trusts only those who he knows he can.

However, as soon as his custom made snipers mask covers his face he becomes a different person. It’s almost as if a completely different personality takes control of the usually jovial man. When he is on the job he is cold and ruthless he never thinks twice about the kill, he just kills, but he is extremely loyal and will fight to the death to protect his closest friends. His perfectly honed mind is always centered on the job at hand. He revels in the chase and the sting, the power that his hand crafted Exitus rifle, and its pistol twins, (Yes two of them) give him. For him there is nothing more satisfying than the pull of his rifles trigger and the muted sound of his latest construction whirring towards his foe,

Ludias is an inventor his bullets, his rifle, even his suit and mask, have been tailored by him to suit his requirement. To become a perfect killer to become the one thing that ever civilization in the world fears, death itself. Every bullet is designed for its mark. Designed to exploit the weaknesses in his foe and make use of chinks in his her or even its armour. He has fired electromagnetic rounds that have torn apart the armoured carapace of Necron lords; he has fired biochemical rounds that have dissolved the internal organs of a raging Tyranid bioform; he has fired a single round that tore to shreds the armoured hulk of a chaos land raider entering through the exhaust port and then detonating destroying the engine from within which then exploded and tore the warriors inside to shreds. Of course these special rounds are only reserved for the most important of Marks, the rounds he uses for every day shooting are often mundane and ordinary, but they always have some kind of additional weapon against whatever he is firing at, for Ludias has fought had almost all of the sentient species of the galaxy between his sights or in his scope. And so he always has a bullet for the job, often dozens of bullets. His pistols have similar attention lavished on them; their rounds are one of a kind. Well... to say one of a kind suggests that they are unique, more to the point they are unique in the way that Ludias is the only one who knows their design no matter that he has several clips of identical rounds on a belt round his waist. These rounds incorporate a two part toxin/acid in them, that doesn’t mix until the special ceramic core of each bullet shatters. When this virulent mixture fuses together it can melt dissolve or liquefy everything from the living metal of the Necrons to the bone breastplate of a space marine.

History: Ludias grew up an orphan; he never knew the loving touch of parents. Some of his closest friends and business associates think that this is why he still kills, that drive inside him that forces him to take another’s life stems from him never having felt anything but lifelessness in his existence. So now he strives to give to the galaxy the only love he ever knew; the raw terror of being on the wrong end of his trigger finger. The pure adrenaline that comes from knowing that you are in the scope of the galaxies most feared human marksman is a rare experience because most of his targets never know, and Ludias never misses. The reason he is so cold is because his parents were killed when he was young; a crude autogun slaughtering them both in the hands of a two bit killer hired by a fanatical cultist of chaos. Ludias grew up with only the knowledge of the weapon that killed his parents and he, frankly, is insulted that such a crude simple weapon took his family away from him. From the time Ludias realized this he has sought to create the perfect killing weapon, a weapon so finely honed to the art of death that its every function is economical and efficient enough that from the moment he sights his target he can load a cold round and take the shot within half a second. His rifle is the result of 34 years of development towards this goal. A cold round is a bullet fired from a rifle when its barrel is cool, and so not moving with the action of its components and thus, less accurate. His rifle is so perfectly accurate and perfectly balanced that the finely honed weapon is capable of firing a cold round at 1800 meters and still hit a coin on its cross section. The weapon is also crafted exactly for him and him alone, anyone else trying to use the weapon would find it uncomfortable and unwieldy.

Ludias has discovered that his weapon is unique in more ways than one. The rifle of a traditional Vindicare assassin has something that his doesn’t, a self destruct. If a vindicare goes out of line then his high command can remove his most prized possession from him. This freedom gives Ludias an unimaginable advantage, and he is hired because of this. He can strike anytime, anywhere and against any target. And he is answerable to none because none know who he is. He never gives his name only his serial number, to business partners. Only his Friends get his name. And only one can link the man behind the mask to the mask itself Beltayn. Because of this advantage Ludias takes his rifle all over the galaxy and with it he moves from job to job giving his services out in return for technologies that he can use to improve his equipment. By far the best trade he ever got was exactly 19 years ago. His body was almost completely reconstructed from its base components by a creature he had never seen the likes of before and in return Ludias only had to kill one creature; a dark eldar by the name of Griodial Nambecus. That one shot, one cold round gave him the best gift he could ever receive; the gift of a body that would not grow old and betray his mind with weakness.

Ludias has trained himself for years; his body has become no more than a tool, an instrument of perfection for him to express his views through, these views are often expressed from behind the scope of his Rifle. In the last 4 years or so Ludias has been partnered with Beltayn an Eldar Pathfinder, who has become one of Ludias' closest friends, and if Ludias is really honest with himself, the only friendship he has ever been able to hold down amidst the ever shifting view his life has had.

Reason for being in the Eye of Terror: Ludias takes out what are known as blind ops. He doesn’t know who the target is until he has them in his sights, this stops him from getting attached to the target until its to late for him to change his mind. Recently he was tasked with taking out a mark in the rim world of Martos Prime. Only when he reached the planet and hooked up with his friend Beltayn did he realize that both he and his friend had been given contracts to take each other out. Flatly refusing to kill each other they fled into the eye of terror to avoid the full wrath of their respective clients.

Equipment: Custom Made Exitus rifle and Twin Exitus Pistols. Also his Stealth suit and enhancer mask are custom made. His hand crafted Bullets are a result of his own skill and the tool kit he has aboard his personal ship, an old two seated interceptor he made himself. The ship has only a pair of quads but is very fast and small. It also has its own stealth field, and radar jamming devices. Ludias has at some point installed an interstellar drive which allows him to make short subspace "Hops". The drive is a modified version of the one the Tau use to propel their much larger craft. These short "Hops" Allow Ludias to jump from solar system to solar system quickly, but the drive needs a significant amount of time to recharge. (Note I can’t ever see him using the drive I just put it in to explain how he can lead such a "Solo" life away from capital ships that can take him places.)


Im HEEEERRRREEEE

jeezus christ...Gra'zzt needs a rosarius...

*Evil Laugh*

Rosarius cant help you against a shield breaker....

All we require is Shas, but if you wish introductions may be made.

Ok Warork, lets do this

Erm just one question Reaper... where do we start?

Tyranic Marta wrote:Ok Warork, lets do this

Right behind you...

Tyranic Marta wrote:where do we start?

Good question...

In the Wastelands of the planet Araghos near to the fortress city. The Wastelands are made up of barren and abandoned industrial areas and desert like landscape along with petrified forests.

Ok inhabitants?

Mainly Cultist patrols and the rare Chaos marines along with masses of Daemons, they are generally consumed in infighting and will ignore you if quite.

Quiet? I can do quiet, do we have an objective to start?

Objective 1

Enter the Fortress and keep undetected, Cultists patrols are lazy and only seek fights and will not report generally to their commanders but are in large numbers so be warned. Daemons also are common amoung the wastelands but will only fight amongst themselves unless bothered by meddlers.

and whose side are you on marta?

Anyone and everyone

But mainly Warorks side, and if anyone pisses me off or attacks me, im clearly not on thier side

Ludias' mouth moves slowly behind his mask, on a tight vox channel with Beltayn he reports his findings.
"Fortress about two klicks away, Light patrols of marines... Theyre slightly rare actually its a bit disconcerting. The cultists are far more neumerous but they arnt well disciplined, we can easily slip past them. The Daemons may be a different story, theres enough of them to cause us some real problems.

I cant see us getting to the Fortress before nightfall. My instinct says to wait for dusk anyway and then move. Ive got a cold round chambered for the first fool to get in my sights and my pistols are lockprimed. What do you think? Go now? or wait?"

Ludias bunches his feet beneath him, carefully rising to a crouch and then slowly moving away from his snipers hide and back the 200 metres to thier camp. When he gets there he sees Beltayn deep in thought.

CAn you post an opening 4 me?

Beltayn sat with his back to the husk of what was once a tree, his distaste for his surroundings was palpable, he despised the warp, but he and Ludias had no choice but to be here, away from prying eyes and hidden blades...

His head was bowed in meditation, uncovered by the cloak that covered his body and sat around his shoulders, he listened to the dry wind and smelled the salt of the lifeless earth beneath him. Beltayn stifled a sneeze, this planet disgusted him with its macabre sights. In his ear a voice chirped, Ludias, on time with his usual report. Beltayn listened to the description of the outlying area and the question for his opinion, his thoughts brewed on the subject...

Regardless of how deadly either Beltayn or Ludias were, there was no denying that potential enemies were everywhere, searching, prodding eyes, looking for something to ravage. It would be better and far more probable for the two to wait, to be patient as hunters must be, and move when the prey was at its most vulnerable. Beltayn's hand found the necklace of bullets at his neck, specifically one on the left side, he looked down at it, scrawled on it was the number 128, yes, that was the kill, on that world of ice and rock, where he had learned that lesson.

Beltayn heard Ludias' approach and sighed appreciatively, for such a young being, Ludias was extremely skilled, he had gotten within thirty meters of Beltayn without him noticing, a skill no other being could claim...

"Your instinct does you well, we shall wait until darkness covers their eyes and slip past them before they can recognize that we are not one of their comrades." He said as Ludias came to a stop in front of him. Beltayn looked up to Ludias with his blue eyes...

"Getting into the Fortress will be no easy task either..." He began before the merest hint of a smirk crossed his lips for a moment "I am sure there will be a big enough hole for two rats to squirm into it though."

Ludias thinks on his partners words for a few seconds, his mind going over the possible permutations of the coming infiltration, and his mind slowly becomes set in its course, not set in stone, but rather in a pool of water, his thoughs liable to change with the ripples of those around him.

"Im happy you agree with me Beltayn, those daemons dont look friendly... Should we attempt to aquire some of the local cultists garb? It may make inflitrating the fortress easier. Although I must say I dont relish having that tainted cloth on my person."

He sits calmly for a few seconds grinding away at the casing of a bullet with his micro files.
"And really Beltayn? A couple of Rats? I thought you had a higher opinion of yourself. I dont mind being called a rat, because I'm a rat with a big gun. But surely the Jackal would not stoop so low?" The teasing tone in Ludias's voice he knew was sure to spark a comment

A Cultist patrol moved past, twelve badly armed troops wearing strange helms and carrying almost antique Las and Auto Guns which had Chaos runes and other symbols carved into them. A leader stood at the front of the patrol wearing the armor of a trooper of the Death Korps of Krieg and carrying a crudely made power sword and Bolt pistol.

(BTW blood, to make my character more interesting, his alignment is generally the same as the Wayward Son's. so not 'chaos' aligned in the proper sense, but uses daemon artifacts with his warband and to further his goals, much like the Relictors. his warband is made up of penitent heretics)

EHm blood can you post an intro for me i am still in cryo sleep

(OOC) You can leave Cryo sleep on you're own Nocturne there is a timer for it

The warband silently strode through the ruins, leaving the butchered cultists behind them, the former Dark Apostle, Kol Vectna, was cleaning the blood from his crozius Arcanum, his old helm gone, replaced by the skull-like visage of a loyalist marines chaplains helmet.

The warband was one of the few. Deemed heretics by traitors and loyalists alike, they occupied the grey area in between. The galaxy was unforgiving to such individuals. And as such each of his men was worth more than a titan legion in Gra’zzt’s opinion. Their small Gladius, class frigate, Warforged was in space above cloaked. They rid this world of the ruinous powers. One. By. One.

They were not loyalists, nor were they heretics, thy were excommunicate traitoris, but they aided only the common man.

And themselves,

Heretics, penitent

Nope because an inquisitor would wake lotus when its time read previous threat

Fine.

The Assassin awoke, the Cryo chamber was collapsing and fire was consuming the ship. Quickly Lotus escaped from the disintegrating chamber and was confronted by her strike team who where boarding a shuttle. She entered as the corridor behind her burst into flames, the shuttle escaped as the Inquisition ship exploded violently over the target planet, the Strike team was ready for their greatest mission.

A massive structure appeared in the distance, as the Warband observed the Iron-Warriors great fort they realised that several large groups of Cultists and Renegade Guard were approaching their position increasingly fast, the large numbers could prove to be a minor threat.

Objective 1: All Players
Infiltrate the fortress undetected and gain information on the Employers plans.

Beltayn had his head bowed as Ludias spoke, this disabled the human sniper from seeing the smirk on Beltayn's face at his mocking tone. he raised his head and rubbed his hand across the rifle; a piece of xeno tech sitting across his lap.

"What I am called has nothing to do with pride for that is the predator's downfall, I was always taught to respect my prey or risk becoming him. No, a name is a tool to make others fear me, in my three centuries there has been no pit to low for me to crawl. I think the word rat is apt, Ludias, it defines opportunism and is that not what we are? What hunters are?" Beltayn shrugged. "That is what I think anyway. As for the garbs, remember that there are many factions contesting for this fortress, while that tactic may be useful for a single enemy, we fight many and may be attacked anyway, it is better to rely on stealth." Beltayn smirked at Ludias. "Unless you think these pathetic excuses for soldiers might see that mask of yours?" He said in a return quip. Before Ludias could respond, however, the noise of bootfalls for a way off greeted their ears


The patrol began to come towards them, going on a path perpendicular to their position. Beltayn stiffened, molding his body to the shape of the tree behind him, in front of him Ludias was already in a stealthy position, the patrol could not have seen the two snipers even if they were searching for them. Ludias gave Beltayn a hand signal indicating the numbers and armaments of the patrol. Beltayn nodded slightly, his hands gripping his rifle firmly and he gave Ludias a special hand sign that both the snipers had agreed upon long since.

"Shall we take them?"

The leading Cultist Major turned to see his troops and grunted, he hated leading these rejects. He would have even preferred monitoring the Fell creatures the inhabited the depths of the Fortress and required great lumps of raw fresh meat or in other terms unwary guards who found the beer in the storage room, even Chaos champions had been ripped apart by the starved creatures. He sighed and barked an order to his troops

"Were moving back to the out-post now, anything on the scanners?"

A Cultist spoke up, cyclops moved towards the major. His name came from the highly customised helm he bore which had a single red-eye and horn in tribute to Nurgle and allowed him to scan for enemy troops and study the vox channels.

"Nothing sir, something earlier but probably a mutant or two searching for food."

(OOC) Will create new thread later and Rping will be done there.

(In the mean time....)

Ludias drops to a snipers crawl his rifle clicking into its recoil slots on his suit. His muttered remarkmakes even himself smile a little.
"Of course we should take them"
He sights along his scope at the headman of that particular patrol. Seeing the DKoK uniform some thing clicks in his mind and he hesitates.
"Wait... we have two rifles theres..." He does a quick head count "About 20 of them... Theres no way we can floor them before one radios, then we will have an even worse issue on our hands... I say we pull back to our cham hide and wait till they pass. But we should be ready for if they get... Uncomfortably close"

The Cultists begin to move back towards the Out-post in the distance keeping a defensive position but three groups of two troops move away from the main group, one moves fairly close to the sniper team while keeping in a defensive position. The Main group dispersers in the distance while the small group begins to dig into the ground while the other keeps watch.

"Lets repair the cable and move."

Ludias pokes his rifle's barrel through the fire port on the Cham hide and draws a bead on the closest of the guardsmen.
His whisper is so quite that the only way Beltayn could hear it is through the tight channel two way vox link they kept permanantly open.
"Lets take these two and then pick the others of, get the stragglers and guards first then get closer and rip into the other group, then i think we should see what this cable is. Maybe we can use it to sabotage the fortress.
on your mark Jackal"
Ludias's smirk hidden by his mask is however completely obvious in his voice

(Just now noticed the Chaos Lord's name is Harlow, lol, same name as my character in Blood Moon...)

Beltayn's blank stare and slight nod was enough to confirm Ludias' proposal.

"Most of them are leaving." He whispered through the vox. "Lets do this so they don't come back." His smirk returned. "Think you can handle that?" Before Ludias could respond, Beltayn continued, now deadly serious. "Three on the right, three on the left, follow my lead." He said, putting his hood over his head and leaning out from the tree ever so slightly, just enough to aim his weapon.

His body made no sound as it moved, even his breathing was silenced, he swiftly became absolutely still, after less than a dozen seconds, he had the target on the right lined up, his sights following the movement of the cultist's head. He waited fro the most opportune moment when all the other cultists were looking away and slid the rifle's slide back into firing position. Just as he had done countless thousands of times before, Beltayn held his breath and squeezed the trigger ever so slightly...

The bolt flew from the lengthened barrel leaving nothing in its wake, the projectile was visibly but a spark the size of a pinhead but held as much power as hotshot lasgun. It was a piece of ammunition designed specifically for surgical strikes and it embedded itself squarely between the cultist's eyes. The figure dropped without a single noise and was still, a millisecond later, and almost silent cough from Beltayn's rear told him that the other target had been dispatched. Beltayn had already set his rifle down and was now stalking the other targets who had yet to see anything. While moving forward unseen, Beltayn headed towards the two cultists on the right and waved slightly with two long fingers for Ludias to go left, knowing this would be the last seconds of those cultists lives.

His approach was unseen as he matched his prey's gait and stride, He already had his knife in hand, he may have been outgunned but his two victims were outmatched. Like Lightning, Beltayn's knife plunged into the first cultist's neck and dropped him. He expertly pulled the knife back into a striking stance within but a moment of that death. Then and only then did the cultists see what was going on and only had half a second to respond which was not enough. The cultist raised his rifle but Beltayn had anticipated the move long before, he had anticipated the move since he had lined up on his first target, he had planned this entire fight out, every step, since he leaned out from that tree trunk. The knife came down, its monomolecular blade tearing through the end of the cultist's weapon before he could even so much as say a word. The backstroke found the cultist's sternum and impaled his heart with but a small grunt. Beltayn went over with him, blending back into the landscape.

In a matter of less than twenty seconds, the two had bested six men and not a soul had lived to see them...

Ludias watched the soundwave register in his masks HUD while sighting his shot on the cultist he was aiming at. He waited patiently watching the soundwaves drop slowly to a minimum, then as the machine registered the ratcheting of the almost silent trigger of Beltayns rifle Ludias also took his shot. The muted sound of the weapon flicked through his mask and he checked the readings for anomalies, almost on instict however as he knew already that the shot succeded. The cultist dropped to the ground his neck a mass of blood and bone from where the bullet had entered just above the ribcage, ruptured a lung and severed the spine before detonating softly ripping the mans vetebrae apart.

He watched his partner decend to the ground from his half dead tree with the grace of a panther. Ludias wasnt quite as graceful being human however once Beltayn flicked his fingers Ludias imperceptibly shifted his weight backwards onto the heels of his feet before letting his rifle hang on its shoulder strap. With one hand firmly gripping the branch below him Ludias drew one of his pistols with the other. The moment he saw Beltayn moving he kicked of from the trunk of the tree and swung around the branch. Letting go it almost felt like slow motion as he backflipped over the top of the other two cultists. One hand holding his rifle against his chest and his other hand coming up (Or down as he was upside down at this point) and depressing the trigger on his pistol twice swiftly. The pair of muted gunshots made the cultists jerk to the side, 11mm bullet holes in thier necks.

11mm being Ludias' preferred caliber as its weight was insignificant when he made the bullets and they had enough stopping force and accuracy for the short range firefights and assassinations he relied on them in.

Ludias finshed his flip calmly holstering his pistol in midair before landing lightly on his feet with only a slight sound. His entire body seemed to collapse down absorbing the shock of the fall. Moments later the cultists bodies hit the ground. Ludias stood slowly as Beltayn walked up to him a quite respect of proffessionalism flowing between the man and the Eldar.

"We should hide the bodies before any one comes around to check on them. And lets check this cable."

The Large wires run underneath the ground leaving only a few exposed were the Cultists were digging, each is filled with extremely powerful energy, large insects scuttle from underneath seeking its immense heat. It seems that the Cultists were fixing a power battery which powered the Comm lines in this area. But something was amiss, the shadow of something so dark and vile was cast over the area and reached into the minds of the snipers with dark intent.

"You cannot defy us."

"You will fail like all other"

"We shall feast on you"

A new proper discussion thread will be up soon but this will now be the RPG. This is currently only the prelude of the main story for the RP.

Ludias thought for a moment on the voice. His mind pulling forwards everything he knows about the Eye and organising it for inspection soon he comes to a conclusion.
"Daemons"
His pistols are out of their holsters and hes down in a semi crouch before the word is fully out of his mouth. After a few seconds when nothing else happens he gets up calmly holstering his pistols once more.
"If they were trying to repair the cable we definitly want it to stay broken. Shall we lay a couple of prox charges and head out? If they get to close itll just make the problem worse when the charges destroy part of the cable and it may even cop a few cultists. If their comms are down we may want to make that semi permanant by scouting their vox towers as well. Additionally they wont even think that the blasts are caused by explosives, just bad luck that one of these bugs cooks itself and causes an overload as they get close.

What do you think Bel'?

Another small group of Cultists appear, they do not instantly spot the snipers but soon become aware of them and begin to fire at the Snipers who instantly dodge and begin to raise their weapons.

The two had already hidden most of the bodies; two were now at the bottom of a large pool of murky, fetid water that had collected in what appeared to be a large shell hole, two had been placed in a rock crevice where they would not be seen unless somebody were to look directly into it, an one had been thrown into the hollowed out husk of a tree where it was out of sight, just as Beltayn prepared to dispose of the last one, the voices thundered in his skull, they may have been no more than a message but the Eldar as a people were far more psychically sensitive than humans and so the whispers affected him more. He winced as the darkness of their voices clouded his mind, planted their message, and then left. Beltayn cursed silently, he hated the warp with every fiber of his being.

After it was over, Beltayn looked around as if he expected to see someone next to him shouting in his ear but there was nobody around. It was then that Ludias popped his question and Beltayn shook his head.

"No, leaving behind our own munitions will be too suspicious, a trained eye could determine the difference between the results of a booby trap and an accident."

As he was saying this, he grabbed two grenades from the dead cultist's webbing and fixed them to a hair trigger under the battery. Such practices were a trifle to him as he had knowledge of every sort of trap conceived and he finished the process swiftly with his deft hands.

"There, now if they come back and move this to get to the cable, they'll think some other faction of soldiers layed a trap for them instead of two trained hunters with precise proximity weapons. Though, I do agree with you about the vox towers, we need to move away from the kill site anyway, might as well add to the confusion, it will help cover our tracks."

Beltayn was silent for a moment as he followed the direction of the cable's path with his trained eyes. He pointed in the direction he thought they went.

"If we follow the cables, we find the tower." He said and looked up from his crouch to Ludias. "You want to take point--" He stopped as the sound of footsteps began to get closer, they were immediately followed by chatter and then gunfire. The two were already in motion, going for weapons and taking cover.

"Khaine take this! Evade them lets get out of here before more come." Beltayn whispered over the vox grabbing a smoke bomb and tossing over his shoulder. Soon the area was covered with dark grey smoke, providing excellent cover for the two to escape.

EDIT: Sorry, ninja'd by Blood...

The Snipers escape while the Cultists are left dazzed and confused firing rapidly into the smoke failing to hit the elusive pair who are able to escape them, they soon are able to continue in the direction of the cables and begin to approach a Out-post.

"Brothers and sisters what happened and where are we going? Do we have a mission?" Lotus stood up and walked towards oni.

"Evesor i know you have anger stimulants but keep calm ok we need to get onto the planet safe. I know something for you to focus on." She takes a piece of metal. And gives it to oni. "Can you make me a nice knife for me? I dont want it made by the mechanicus i want it made by you." She walks back to her place. " oni let me say one thing. I dont want. That thing thrown through the room ok?"

"Brother informaticus (dont know the official name but this is the temporary one) what is the info available?"

Ludias nodded at the Grenade idea before the cultists came around the corner and started firing at them. He rolled behind the tree he had vacated drawing his pistols for the upteenth time but when the smoke grenade hissed out he exploded out of his crouch and into a sprint. With Beltayn close behind they moved out of their hide and around in a loop the cultists still firing blindly into the smoke, unable to hear due to thier own gunfire they made it easy for Beltayn and Ludias to evade them.

Soon the pair of Snipers were moving olong the line of the cables, Ludias using his masks audio receptors to listen for the concentrations of bugs that seemed to be attracted to the conduits. They moved slowly across the landscape, Ludias ensuring he diddnt make a mistake. After a klick or so they saw the outpost, its radio spire what they were looking for. The pair crawl into some half dead shrubbery and starre through their scopes. A few cultists roam around patrolling but apart from that they dont see any resistance. Ludias spots a small rise he could use as cover and he knew Beltayn was quite capable of setting up a snipers hide.

"Bel' theres a rise over their, I'll make a dogleg around behind it and get into position, Im thinking the pair of us laying down overlapping arcs of fire should be enough to eliminate that lot. We should just hope there arnt any Marines in there or this could get messy fast."

"Our targets are named the Employers, we have very little info but believe that their Headquarters is stationed here. Once we land we will have to find a significant target, a Iron Warrior fortress that lies within the central region of the planet."

The ship shakes as it enters the Daemon Worlds atmosphere and begins it's decent towards the surface. 

The Out-post is small but does have several guards who appear also to be former Death Korps troopers who still use their original but defaced weapons, in the centre of the base a large blast door lies on the surface and opens allowing a raising panel to empty it's contents. 

"Eversor you stay here. Finish that knife for me and remember no damage he. Informaticus you stay with him and venemum will so to. Callidus vindicare and myself will engage." Lotus asked for a holofield map of the outpost and asked tactics.

"This will be no easy task, this is far more than a mere out-post Assassin it is a City fortress that is guarded by massive numbers of Adeptus Astartes of the Iron Warriors legion. The outer areas of the fortress are also heavily infested with Daemons and Mutants, we will have to infiltrate the fortress to gain any further information on the Employers and their servants. We believe a Iron Warrior Tech-Priest by the name of Delta-Omega has begun amassing a large army. We have some vague blue-prints of the bases basic turret defenses but that is all and member that we lack resources and information Lotus so do not expect them ."

Beltayn nodded at the suggestion.

"If we do this right, they wont see it coming. When all visible threats are dead I'll move in, that rise up there should be perfect for overwatch, cover me and this will be over quickly." He said looking to Ludias who nodded almost imperceptibly. The two split up and as they separated, Beltayn looked back.

"Storm...don't blink." He said, his face was cloaked by the hood so Ludias would not have seen the smile, but Beltayn was sure he could have perceived it in his tone.

After a few minutes of crawling Beltayn was in position in between a rock crevice and some half dead shrubs. He was a few hundred yards from the outpost and through his lens he could see the patrolling cultists, a few wore strange helmets and gas masks, for what, Beltayn did not know but that was irrelevant. Beltayn signaled Ludias that he was in position, he got a vox blip back confirming that they were both in position. Beltayn leaned into his rifle and settled in, there was a moment of silence before he voxed a small whisper.

"Alright, start the clock." He said, a few moments passed and He watched Ludias take the first shot, a perfectly executed beauty, he had angled it perfectly; two cultists were walking single file away from his position, their backs to him. They were making this too easy. Beltayn watched as the bullet passed through the back of the first cultist's neck and kept going until it lodged itself into the spine of the one in front of him. Both toppled separate ways, the shot making no audible sound. Beltayn smirked to himself, the other guards hadn't seen it yet.

And so the game started to see who could best the other as a sniper, Beltayn had never backed down from these nonverbal challenges that the two had sometimes but then again he hadn't won all of them either...

Beltayn lined up on another two cultists who were walking next to a fissure in the ground, both were scanning the area. Beltayn lined up on the first cultists as they both stopped, they were very close but not close enough together or at the right angle to get a one shot kill on both...or were they? Beltayn put his cross hairs on one cultist and pulled the trigger, the shot hit center mass with no sound and the cultist toppled forward towards the fissure. The movement was so sudden that the other tried to grab his comrade and right him. The cultist lost his footing and both went headlong into the fissure, disappearing from sight without another sound. Beltayn chuckled at his own handy work, Mon Keigh were almost as clumsy as orks...

Beltayn revised that thought as soon as he heard Ludias' conformation blip on the vox, no, not all Mon Keigh were clumsy, in fact, Beltayn had known many rangers less skilled than his partner. Bletayn forced his thoughts back to the task and for the next few minutes the two took turns taking guards out silently until neither of them could see any others alive. After a few moments, Beltayn strapped his rifle to his back and crawled forwards.

"Alright, I'm moving in, keep in touch." Beltayn said as he advanced on the outpost's perimeter.

The out post was obviously poorly maintained, the turrets that surrounded the Out-posts four sides where in need of major repairs and were off-line currently while the Cultists where busy gambling or sleeping. Two carrying a large case moved slowly towards the hatch, the case read in large white letters;

[ENERGY CORE]

They placed the large case onto the raised platform and walked off as it lowered back into the open hatch, as it closed the Cultists fell to the Sniper fire of the Eldar Ranger allowing him a safe passage into the ill defended out-post which now lacked any defenses at all.

Informaticus you need to infiltrate your animals inside the fortress search for any info you can find and send it to us. Furthermore i think i can expect some resistance so why dont you already try to infiltrate callidus? Your mission is to get as close to that techpriest as possible but keep yourself safe. I also want oni to stay here and venemum make a poison that the callidus can use to "put the techpriest to sleep" i expect from all of you your cooperation. And vindicare i have a little job for you. You need to locate weakpoints in the enemy's defence's send all the info you find to informaticus."

(OOC) Nocturne I need more detail about you're characters and their abilities, I need more information about what they are and what they can do and don't expect to get into the fortress so easily.

The Calldius leaves the wreckage and begins to move towards the fortress while the Vindicare leaves afterwards, leaving the strike-force in the remains of the downed shuttle-craft. The sounds of movement outside stir the assassins as Cultists move towards the wreckage.

Ludias saw his partner move over to the building and take a couple of shots through the window the building cleared Ludias Itched to see what was inside but true to form he activated the cloaking polymers on his suit which took on the texture and colour of the sandy dirt he was laying on. Now camoflagued efficiently he settled down into his snipers crawl keeping his eyes on the area around the building. However he places a small camera next to hi facing backwards that links into his mask. This lets him watch both fronts simoultaneously. His rifles muted clicks were all he heard for a time as he went over it carefully checking for abrasions or blockages. Satisfied that his favoured weapon was in good repair he checked his ammo supplies. His ammo pouches were as usual well stocked and he fingered a couple of "Marine-Killers" Bullets designed to release a pulse of EM energy on contact locking up power armour. Coupled with the caustic gas in the bullets polymer resivoir the bullet would immobilise and dissolve any marine caught by the shot, regardless of where he was hit. It would be a painful death but the science was perfect and he had no qualms about using them on Chaos marines. He even knew that they would kill the followers of Nurgle as the Caustic gas simply dissolved living tissues. The Bullet would pierce through the power armour of a marine the contact releaseing the EMP which would lock them in place and then the gas would be released into thier system dissolving them from the inside out.

Painful. But perfect. He took his eyes away from the bullet hoping that he wouldnt have to use it anytime soon. Looking around the sand pains were completely deserted and he resigned himself to a long watch. Placing the bullet carefully back in his Ammo pouch he raises Bel' on the vox.
"No sign of Charlies, Mikes, Or Deltas out here Bel' Hows it going on your end?"

(Charlie Mike and Delta are military alphabet for C M and D I.E Cultists Marines and Daemons)

(OOC) The Chaos marines don't know that their comm channels are dead

Ludias ducked as a Chaos Storm-trooper swung his power sword at him madly, his skills with a blade where slow and sloppy but he still posed a threat as he charged the Sniper with sinister intent while two Chaos Marine moved from buildings to counter the Eldar Ranger. Both armed with Stalker pattern bolters and moving in quickly for the kill.

(sorry man I was banned)



They reached the compound, a combat squad, the others were going to pick them up in a thundehawk if they needed extraction.
Several traitor marines, Iron Warriors, were patrolling the low walls. Gathering himself and leaping up, along with Baphomet, Kol Vectna, Vulcarik, and Solas. The first Iron Warrior to see him was swiftly decapitated by Gra’drach’nen’. As the daemon sword slashed again, another head fell. One of the pirates, armed with a missile launcher, aimed it at the sky to serve as a warning flare, darting forward, Gra’zzt crushed the man’s skull under his storm shield.

The other pirates were all dead by the time he had finished. Entering the compound, the terminator simply crashed through the walls and into a large room. The surprised slanneshi cultists inside staring at him, in the middle of their ‘ritual’ involving a captured howling banshee.
Almost absentmindedly he yanked up the banshee and hosed the room with powerfist-mounted stormbolter rounds. Before slinging the almost unconscious bashee over his Backpack. And kicking the next wall to bits of cinder ands steel


as he entered the next room he saw it was full of deamons.

"Penitence. for Him who I hath shunned." snarled the massive black legionnaire, and raised the massive blade in his powerfist

(OOC) OK, what compound? I never mentioned one in fact I posted a message saying you where attacked by Cultists. You can't just eliminate Chaos marines that quickly they are trained at both defense and offensive tactics and could probably handle you. Anyway you aren't fighting them and you're fighting Cultists. If you can explain why you are their I'll let you do so but you will face resistance.

oops it appears I missed the "attacked by cultists" bit.

also, I am a (former) chaos marine terminator lord. I can eat iron warriors tactical marines for breakfast. the books have multiple instances of chaos terminators wiping out entire companies of loyalists

and by compound I meant that fort-thing

(OOC) Entire companies, that's not true and if it is that is freaking ridiculous. No Way in my RPG will a character do such a ridiculous act and if you stood near the Fortress you'd be vaporised and anyway you're meant to sneak into it. Pay attention.

will change the post


(but here is an example. where a single black legion understreghth tac squad took out 60 guardsmen, 2 tactical squads of imperial fists, one dread, 2 termies, and an entire retinue of a captains guard as well as the captain. the squad members of the Black legion were: Scaveiola, icarus, Opus, Ferox, Larsus, manex, sharn and Surgit.)

I don't really care, I don't take Mat Wards fluff vaguely serious and nether of the other ridiculous stories in the 40k universe. That doesn't change my mind at all and I won't allow players to do that.

apparently the writer is Dylan Owen.


but if we aren't going to do this realistically I will drop out (not an attack against you, I just prefer to go with canon, such as Darko's Space Hulk)

This is realistic, you just don't realise that not all GW fluff is flawed and that you cannot kill enemies with ease. If you wish to drop out then do so as I wish to continue the RP.

I am not grumbling about the RP. I am simply saying that I would prefer to go with a differt one. as well as having almost a dozen on my plate ATM. (realistically this is not the 21st century we are talking about. we are talking about GODS giving these people powers, as well as them being 9/14 feet in their armor variations) (TDA is 14 feet or more)

so I guess: my characters leave and go to my other characters in Space Hulk.

this is a perfectly good RP. it just does not seem my type

I understand they are strong ineptus and that's something I wanted in the RP but these Are on the same power level with you're basic marines and I hope you understand but if you wish to leave so be it.

yeah it just does not seem my type.

(on the level: CSMs are the most powerful warriors in the galaxy)

Dont go ineptus, you get used to being underpowered after a while but if you slog it out it gets to a point where your significantly more powerful than anything they can throw at you so its worth carrying on trust me ive played in a few of Reapers RP's now and you always start slightly underpowered and have to build your way up.

(ic) Ludias calmly takes a pistol out and shoots the man dead. Then his rifle comes up a Marine killer slotting into the breach, the lever action snapping back and then his finger curling over the trigger, a qick squeeze and one of the marines has a bullet lodged in his chest paralysing his armour and melting him from the inside. his screams contained inside his suit the other marine doesnt notice until a second shor hammers into his neck. The second marine also dying.

main problem is I have too many RPs to handle ATM

The Chaos scum fall like dominos, they failed in less than 12 seconds of attacking and realising from the moment they planned the attack they had already lost and with the main comm channel down the Chaos marines would be unable to contact the fort if they spotted the Snipers. The security of a fortress that had weathered Daemonic hosts that would level systems had been exploited in days. While considered a scratch on the armour to some the fortress was not invincible and something in the cold dark of the warp smiled at these actions....

"Hello... Gentlemen I have a business opertunity for you two."

Beltayn was just about to move towards the package the cultist's placed when two Marines suddenly appear in his peripheral vision, he dives for cover as the two open up. Beltayn reaches for his sabre but just as he is about to launch his attack, both stagger and fall to the ground dead. He would be surprised by the reaction if it were not for his previous experience with Ludias' favored ammunition for Marines. Beltayn looked up to where Ludias was and gave him a small gesture with his hand indicating gratitude and then moved on to the package. He quickly reached into his satchel and found the device he needed, it was an explosive that used Eldar shuriken technology. He set it up on the crate and slinked away before the cultists, now alerted, came running confusedly and began frantically searching the area...

Then the explosive went off, killing several cultists with the initial blast and overcharging the energy core, causing it to explode brilliantly, leveling the outpost and downing the communication array.

Ludias could no doubt see all of this from his position, not needing a scope to see Beltayn's handy work. In fact the destruction was so dazzling he almost didn't hear someone coming up behind him. Ludias turned, pistol aimed, to look into the cloaked face of his partner who held his rifle slackly in his hands and observed the damage.

"No communications, the sun is setting, and they have no idea what's happened." Beltayn observed. "The perfect time to get around their defenses, lets get into that fortress."

It was then that the voice came again and this time Beltayn spun around, aiming his rifle at whoever it was.

"Are you hearing that?" He asked Ludias softly. "Come out warp scum! Show yourself!"

"Hello my name is Syrath, I wish to do business with you two gentlemen and I believe we can solve each others problems. I believe you are assassins, fine Snipers and you have Employers who seek to take revenge for a sad tragedy in which you where ordered to kill one another, if you remove my old friends I'll give you a home and I promise you peace but you must kill four beings of great power."

The blue serpent forms from the shadows of the world, it soon fully forms into a horrid Daemonic serpent that somehow has a vague artistic look to it's scales and feathers.

"Got to agree Bel'"
Ludias manages to say this before the voice comes through.
"Yes I hear it old friend. Come out Daemon!!"
Ludias listens to the Daemon speak with growing amusement.
"You mind if I speak for myself Bel'?
He sees the Eldar shake his head and Ludias opens his mouth again.
"Nothing you say or do can ever make me want to ally with you or work for you you fool. I thought Daemons were supposed to have intellegence."

D'oh, here I am, back, and you start the RP without me...

<sad face>

But, yeah, Blood, can I just ask what is going on?

Because Kais will be returning...

All the characters are seeking to enter the fortress and try and find out what's going on in the Eye also this is before the main story

Syrath growls but Simply disperses into shadow and smoke which burns the ground.

So Hunter isn't with Kais...

... is this before the Eye of Terror?

No you are outside the Eye with Hunter currently, preparing for an attack on the fortress.

Excellent...

But you must infiltrate it first which will not be easy (maniacal laugh)

Damn...

The Two snipers arrive around two miles from the fortress; they view it from a small hill where they are concealed by boulders and petrified trees. The fortress is utterly massive and surrounding it are many out-posts and guard towers along with trenches and minefields, Cultists and Chaos marines patrol the massive walls of the fort while auto-turrets and sentry guns study their surroundings searching for targets. It would not be easy to infiltrate the fortress but with the Com and Vox systems disabled they had an advantage but still the task ahead would not be an easy one. Chaos cultists moved past them carrying heavy weaponry and other heavy equipment while a Chaos marine moved behind them searching for any spies or foes.

Well i have posted everything except for background you want that?

Yes please it would help.

Ok will post it tonight

Excellent, now let us continue with the RPG.

"Everyone hide. Oni follow me and take your weapons with you." Eveyone hides and oni and lotus sneak towards the cultists " you are not allowed to do anything until i say so."

The Cultists spread out searching for the crew or passengers of the downed shuttle, several move towards the wreak and begin to pry open the doors while others take spare weapons from fallen containers and pods. The groups leader pushes his way to the front of the Cultists and raises his plasma pistol towards the shuttle.

"Oni its your turn."
Oni jumps in the middle of the group and starts killing them with his neuro gauntlets and his "trademark" ( a greatsword which he has in 1 hand ( he has stim injectors so thats why its possible.))
He starts killing the cultists while lotus takes control over the leader his arm with her death strings.

The leaders plasma pistol fires madly as the death strings pull him down while the other Cultists are ripped apart by the assassin, the leader is soon torn in two leaving the assassins alone until Oni is lifted into the air by Syrath who brings his long blades to his throa

"syrath what about you put him back on his feet before someone gets hurt." She takes a psyk out. " oni its ok think about that knife your going to make for me. Think about it."
Oni calms down a bit

"You're ability to rush events is amazing Lotus but this time I have an advantage."

Syrath drops the Assassin and cloaks.

"Ok syrath then what is it? And i am just trying to get nobody killed because lifting a pissed off killing machine isnt the most wise thing to do."

"A little birde told me that you seek the ones who once employed me am I correct or do I deceive? I doubt such skillful group of warriors would head here for no reason am I right or am I wrong? My instinct tells me yes I am right but you're cold expression tells me I am prey."

If you make yourself prey then you are prey. If you leave us alone your not. Or are you? We are here for information or are we? Are we hunting your employers or not? Who knows? Now leave us. Or your prey. Because our little friend oni is killed "demon" not because its fun its because he is more a killing machine and he actually killed one of your kind. If you dont believe me look at his skull helmet."

"My former Employers and I care little for my own kind, even less than you blanks and that is the truth but I leave the good company of my friends and If you truly think you can defeat them come to me."

Several Chaos marines arrive from over the hill behind Syrath while he leaves

Well syrath when he hunts for you you and your employers do care so why dont you leave and do the best thing." (Syrath leaves) "oh you brought some friends with you. Well oni make it quick we dont want this place swarmed." She takes oni back and points to the marines. "These are yours just make sure you surprise them.

Bolter fire consumes the area around the Assassins forcing them to take cover while they throw frag and krak grenades before slowly advancing.

"Well here we go"
Lotus and oni rush towards the marines. Lotus fires her animus before she jumps in the shadows. When the marines dont see anything in the shadows they fire in it. And there is no response. They walk towards it. And oni jumps out crushing ones face when he lands on him. "Lotus jumps out and uses her gauntlet of khazar to kill some. "Oni i am ok just kill these heretics"

The Chaos marines are cut down and their remains are scattered and left to rot while the Assassins return to the downed shuttle, with Syrath lurking in the distance watching them.

Ludias looks over the fortress with a srim air of admittance.
"I see why they call it a fortress. I think we should take a day to plan then come back and try again. We should also take out anouther comms tower, make the blackout more complete... Well thats my opinion anyway"

"Lord two Marines and at least twelve cultists have failed to report back to the fortress, out-posts have also reported cables damaged and Vox-systems failing rapidly. The Cause is unknown but we presume Daemons where responsible for these event..."

"Daemons? You think Khornate Daemons would think off such a tactical plan? It would require a genius to create such a grand tactical maneuver, you show that you're intelligence is as great as a maddened Cultist trapped in a cage of iron. Double the patrols and activate backup sentry guns and tell the sorcerers to search the warp."

The Tech-marine connects to his throne and begins studying his many blue-prints and plans for the Fortress for any flaws and begins correcting them even if they are tiny cracks, he knows they are exploits in his grand plan of war. This was his grand creation and he would not allow his many enemies to destroy it, it was too precious. Too precious for him to loose.

(Genius? on behalf of myself and Warork I thank you *Tips brim of hat towards Reaper*)

The Pleasure is all mine. I wonder what the plan is as I have my own he he he.

A new fortress lay-out

Can we have a general Idea of where the sentry guns are?

Every ware, the size varies and comes in several types. Anti-infantry, Anti-armor and so on. They line the walls and are vunrable to Sapper and emp attacks, they can be avoided and should not be engaged head on. The tunnels under the fortress use older marks of turrets which are slow to response but have alarms to alert troops in the area.

ok thanks, thats all i needed to know....

Hope you got some Sappers and EMP's, you're going to need them and it's not even chapter 1.

Reaper you need to read my character Bio again. I dont need to have EMP's on me, and even if I did I dont need to get to close. I can MAKE them into sniper rounds. But that isnt my plan anyway......

I know But these Turrets have secrets.

Lol so do I Ill PM you if you promise not to change the stats of the turrets to resist my plan

I won't, my turrets will be deadly though.

Ok

"Get back to the base" she commands oni
"I am not when there is going to be a fight." Oni growls filled with unreleased anger.
"I said return to the base. If you want a fight then we can have one but then you will be only dust remember who is in a higher rank. Now make that knife for me."
He walks away growling.
Lotus turns and walks towards syrath his location.
"Syrath why are you hiding? Remember that i can feel your presence. So how can i "help" you? Shall i banish you back to your own dimention or what do you want?"

OOC: Sorry for the absence, have been a little busy lately. Oh, I would also like to take the chance to apologize in advance, I will be away from Dakka from tomorrow afternoon till around the same time Monday,sorry if this causes any problems but I will see if I can get on from time to time when I am away.

IC: Beltayn watched the fortress through his scope and he sighs as he lowers it.

"Yes, we could wait and continue to beat around the bush, however there is no doubt that someone will eventually notice the mess we are making of their defenses and send reinforcements or come looking themselves. Perhaps it would be more prudent to follow your original plan and sneak in disguised. It would not be hard to set a few diversions up and then walk in unnoticed, that is the way I would do it but if you really think we should try to weaken them more, that is not a bad plan either." Beltayn said, his tone indicating that either plan may work.

(I has a plan, ill pm you what i told to Reaper.)

Ludias nods back down the hill and the two of them move quietly back to thier small Hide. Ludias takes out several pieces of equipment and several small pieces of steel along with the core of a shield breaker some small dust particles and a pair of small microchips. He works intently for a few moments, Bel' having seen him work enough times not to interrupt. After a few tense minutes Ludias showed Bel' the bullet. It looked simple, if a bit longer than usual but Ludias' Rifle was more than capable of holding the handcrafted round.

Bel' raises a long eyebrow and his sculpted features show a bit of skepticism.
"Yes Ludais I see the Bullet. What does it do?"

Ludias grins behind his mask and his cold voice slithers out.
"Im glad you asked my friend". He points to the tip of the bullet. "The bullet has three stages, First: This is the stripped down core of a shield breaker, it will rip through any shielded areas of one of th turrets, and allow the rest of the bullet entrance, second: this is a Warp Deconstructor, also known by other names but essentially it tears apart the esscence of the warp and dissolves disrupts whatever. Anything made of warp material. Thus defeating any daemonic affectations of a turret"

Bel' interrupts him
"Sure but I dont see how one bullet could solve our problems"

Ludias shakes his finger at his friend.
"Now now, dont interrupt my genius." He chuckles softly "You are quite right. One bullet even with these two attributes would fail to do any damage. It is the last property of this masterpiece that makes it dangerous." He pauses for a breath before continueing, and maybe to add a little dramatic affect "I have coupled a basic scrambler device with the microchip from a transmission lock. Thus once the bullet hits a turret it will have its targetters scrambled and will begin firing at everything it regesters. But on top of that the Transmission lock means that the scrambling effects will pass along the entire turret network by locking onto the wireless link that joins them, Or at least I assume it joins them. A man or Marine skilled enough to fill out this system of turrets would not waste them by allowing them to all be picked off one by one. No he will have linked them." He takes anouther deep breath. "Al of this means that the turrets will shoot each other and any marines and cultists that happen to be around. soon none of the turrets will be left and our way will be clear. And even if something does go wrong its a sniper Bullet, which means that noone will know it was us."

(Epic geniusness from marta +10 internetz)

*Tipping brim of hat to Noccy* Thankyou kindly my friend I do my best.

Beltayn beholds the bullet; a piece of art as far as he was concerned. Beltayn turned his gaze to Ludias and smiled, it was something Beltayn was not accustomed to doing.

"You never disappoint do you Ludias?" He said. "That's all fine in theory but lets see if it works."

Beltayn crawled back to the top of the hill with Ludias in tow, he pinged the nearest turret with his rangefinder.

"Think you can hit that from here?" Beltayn asked part mockingly, part knowing the answer, and part wondering if he was right.

"On a larger target maybe. But ill have to hit the exact centre of the mounting bracket for the bullet to have the best chance of doing its work. Lets find out shall we?"

Ludias looks at the reading on the finder. 800 metres.
He loads a white round into his rifle, a shot he invented long ago that releases a fine trail of lightly radioactive dust behind it that clumps together in a line. Thus showing the fire arc of the shot. The bullet was tuned to fire at a distance set by twisting the base of the head every click added anouther ten metres to the shot. Ludias twisted for a while counting carefully 790 metres. Then he twisted a smaller dial 9 times so that the bullet would desintegrate a metre before it reached 800 metres. He loaded the bullet carefull and took a quick wind reading and a gradient of the curvature of the planet. At this kind of distance even something as small as air humidity would affect the shot. Aware that the air was dry parched and quite warm he surmised that the bullet would actually gain a couple of metres so he adjusted his aim accordingly so that the loaded bullet would fly just over the turret if he was correct.

He took the shot.

The bullet arced in a flat trajectory through the air and the lightly radioactive dust left behind showed up in his hud. He watched the arc and was satisfied as it whizzed just over the tip of the turrets mounting bracket.

Ludias sent the image across to Bel's rangefinder and he got the readings, feeding them into his masks auto proccessor he relaxed his arms allowing his suit to do the job for him. As if on its own accord the suit moved his arms into the rough area of the shot and he fine tuned the shot himself and then looked at Bel' who nodded once.

Ludias fired the round.

Watching though his mask he saw the bullet move through the air and its path was tracked on his masks hud. He knew as soon as he pulled the trigger that it would work but he liked to check his work anyway.

A small spark could be seen on the turret he had chosen.

And then all hell broke loose.

IC:

Kais stood, at the bridge of his massive command ship, with Hunter at his side, ever loyal, as he stared out towards the Eye of Terror. He turned, to see the massive fleet of ships that had come with him on this journey, and finally, sent an order to them all.

"The Chaos forces have a big line of defense there, quite hard to break through. Very nice one actually, they should be proud."

Kais turned towards Hunter, and knew that under his helmet, the Marine was grinning, anxiously.

"Let's break it all up. With everything we have."

Target acquired!

Every turret began to swivel madly around firing at anything that moves, explosions consume the area around the fortress while small blasts also are created by the Turrets while leaving the Chaos marines and Cultists in utter chaos and confusion. Soon turrets turn their fire on each other causing further confusion and chaos leaving any survivors in a dazed state.

But the end of this was not near.

The turrets soon took aim at the Out-Posts and guard towers within their range crushing them under a hail of fire before shutting down completely, everything was quite and nothing moved.


"But my friend we must learn off their tactics and the fortress it's self, I would happily infiltrate it for you commander."

Hunter swings his rifle over his back and laughs in a heavy ascent and proceeds to studies his power sword which he deactivates.


"Much child but our time draws to a close and the theaters applause will be great indeed as such our grand game of play and roles in the galaxy will be at a end and we will be the quite Dead."

"Be my guest Hunter," I chuckle. "But remember to relay the information back. Stay in contact."

Me?

It's at the bottom, I'll post later.

"I will"

Hunter leaves the bridge and heads to the hanger where he boards his Drop-Ship and begins to fly towards the planet ready to assist Shas'O.

(Just on a side note have you noticed that dakka has changed alot recently?)

anyhoo

(BIC)
Ludias looks at the carnage with mild amusement.
"Well that went better then I thought it would."

He gently slids down the other side of their rise and falls into a crouch. He carefully stalks his way up the side of the next one and then aims though his scope searching the walls for anywhere with less than adequate defenses.

A waste dispose tunnel seems to be undefended and is built into the wall of the fortress, the burning remains of a turret sit next to it with only its Tri-Pod mount left while stray squads of Cultists flee from the burning wasteland around the fortress in fear of the mad turrets.

(were gonna have to wait for WARORK methinks)

The Tech-lord slammed the Sergeant into the wall and hissed like a snake before he slowly crushed the head of the incompetent sergeant with a dark hate that burned in his soul, the sergeant screamed in pain and terror.

"I hope you realise that this could cost us our plans and my soul, you shall die now and you're screams will please me"

The sergeant fell his skull crushed and his soul consumed by a dark unseen force, it feasted on his soul. The Tech-lord raised his arm and brought up a holo-screen of the base and began studying the attack.

"Amazing but soon we will advance shall we not my children, we shall indeed and they will die."

The vile Tech-lord pressed the commands for the turret production lines and set his Servitors to work.

"Okay then, Hunter, this is a just a quick check that our communications are in check. Do you read me?"

Can you give me the thing again because i cant find it.

"I'm sorry Lotus but all in good time when the stage is set but now I must plot and scheme. I wonder if you're Sniper will survive the pearls of the fortress ha."

There are several feral howls in the distance as Daemonic hounds approach the crash site, a large tall beast with red scales and long white horns bows to a blue crystal which shakes and sparks and rises into the air before producing a blue glow.

"Kill...them...all...Alpha Leader...now"


The Crystal drops with a shudder as the Pack of daemons leaves....


"This is Sniper One I am currently in the planets atmosphere. Over."

Hunters drop-ship begins its coarse towards the planet

"I can hear you. As soon as you are on the surface, provided you haven't been spotted, begin to scout the area for any Chaos structures and designs."

(OOC) Won't continue until WARORK93 returns

*vox* sniper get back targets are incoming. Oni get the vindicare to safety remember vindicare is ally no threat remember that.* lotus rushes towards the hounds *informaticus here lies a crystal identify it and send all possible info back.*

(Would noccy be in range for us to spot?)

Yes but I suggest you do not follow them, he can't hide forever and they are searching for snipers.

I posted my response.

I know but the Iron Warriors will begin to deploy large and armored Patrols and I am warning that they are searching for their enemy.

Yes but first we need everyone safe before we can move on.

OK. The RPG will continue on Monday when WARORK93 returns, I dislike posting constantly for single players.

I know the feeling, and this is monday damnit

OOC: Aaaaaaand.....I'm back! Give me some time though, gotta lot of stuff to catch up on...

Welcome back...

... but where did you go?

(OOC) I Know but still the show must go on!

The Stone glows and shatters into thousands off pieces as several Hounds approach and begin to hiss and snarl at the assassins, each a horrid combination of lizards and feral beasts which have claws or blades that shimmer in the sunlight. The leader approaches, a servant of Khorne which barks orders to its pack. The beast then charges forward with bloodthirsty rage, roaring and hissing as it nears the Assassins.


"I have arrived, preparing several objectives before contact with enemy forces and other hostiles. My sniper is primed and ready for combat like I am. Happy hunting Commander Shas'O, I've also called for some off my Xenos friends to help. Hunter Out."

Hunter exits his Drop-Ship landed in a concealed location and cleans his sniper before moving out.

Shas'ui T'au Kais wrote:Welcome back...

... but where did you go?

Needed some time to get away from you guys so I took a little vacation to the beach... jk jk, at least about the you guys part, I did go to the beach though and I would have been on here but I had no computer access so...

So don't worry...I'll have something up soon...

EDIT: BIC:

Beltayn stays in formation with Ludias as the two survey the damage. He spots the drain pipe easily and sees that the defenses are now laid bare.

"There...that should provide a way in, that bullet of yours did wonders, I doubt they'll see us as we stalk in." With another moment of thought, Beltayn stands up to a crouch, his rifle still held in his delicate hands.

"If we're getting in it should be now while they are still reeling. there's lots of cover out here, don't be timid to get creative." He said as he stalked off.

Lotus charges her animus and ready's her gauntlet while the dogs."oni prepare you need to be on the defensive role of protecting vindicare while he fires. I will take the role of offence. I know oni i know you want that role but you dont want to die do you?" He growls a little. " thats what i thought."

A scream comes from behind Lotus as Oni is attacked by one of the hounds, it grips onto his arm and tears into his flesh horribly injuring him and forcing him to the ground before the Hound is sniped by the Vindicare who re-loads and continues to kill other hounds.

"oni lockwell clarification 1 released." Oni immediatly responses to the sentence as his stims and drugs systems start to run. When the animus is fully charged she fires it towards the majority of the hounds. Then she rushes towards them and kills one instantly as its brain is scrambled by the gauntlet. Then she continues towards the leader

The leader charges Lotus knocking her back and continues to attack her viciously with it's claws and teath aiming for her throat.

"Oh no you wont" she takes her hotshot laspistol and fires it point blanc into the head. Then she uses the gauntlet just to be sure

Ludias nods, "My thoughts precisly"

He slides down the hill loading a sheel into his rifle and stalking quickly across the terrain between the culvert and their position. His siesmographology reader picks up the gentle footfalls of his companion and he nudges his fingers to the left slightly, indicating they should spread out incase of hidden defenses. usually Ludias would stalk a site for days before making a decided attack like this, but unfortunatley he diddnt have that luxury on this occasion. The culvert approaches quickly and he ducks under its rim and his mask shines an Infrared beam down the tunnel. Seeing a slightly grimy but otherwise clear entrance he nods to Beltayn but mutters over their private vox channel.
"This feels to easy Bel' I dont like it."
He almost hears his partner grimace.
"I dont like it either my Mon'Kiegh friend but as I see it we have no choice. Do you want me to take point?"
Ludias grins behind his mask as he stows his rifle and draws his pistols.
"Lets give them some ghost of a chance shall we? Ill take the lead, just make sure the wretches dont sneak up behind us."

The pair are able to make their way to the tunnels entrance with little difficulty passing the burning wreckage of several Sentry guns on their way, most only Tri-pods with no turret or piles of molten metal after Chaos marine and Heritic Melta Gunners passed through.

The hound falls and hits the ground as it's head is reduced to a pile of ash and dust, the Assasins watch as the other hounds leave uninterested in the assassins as prey.

A grin spreads across Kais' face, before he speaks again.

"Relay all information to me. For now, I need to think of a battle plan."

Ludias pokes his head out the end of the tunnel and notices a distinct lack of cover in the intervening space between themselves and the nearest buildings. However he flicks his redsight on and notices the heat signatures of the feeet from a patrol, the marks still quite red, indicating the patrol being quite recent, he flicks back to normal and clambers out of the tunnel. His mind allready making him seek potential threats and sources of cover and ambush points.

Half a second later he finishes his scan of the courtyard infront of him and notices several dozen "Sleeping" Defilers, this worries him as he knows that even he and Beltayn couldnt take out so many Daemon vehicles without a great deal of luck, or maybe a few of his specialized rounds... He snaps back to the present as Beltayn drops silently to the gorund beside him. The only noticing of his prescence the motion sensor in Ludias' retinal HUD showing his position. He raises two fingers and makes a slow sweeping motion tipping them up as he passes over one of the buildings. The signal to move around the edge of the courtyard and then head for cover.

He notices a small green icon flash briefly next to Beltayn's readout in his HUD. The conformation signal and the pair set of.

(Im thinking we appeared next to the armoury and are now moving along the Armoury's left wall looking for cover between there and the forge.)

Hunter aimed his sniper and watched the pair through his electric scope and scanned the movements of them, he prepared a pair of bullets just in case that they were not friendly but soon turned his attention to the approaching Chaos space marines and Cultists.

"Tangos sited, targeting in 3...2...1"

The Chaos marines fell to the fire of Hunters sniper, taking precise and deadly shots.


The Defilers continue their slumber unaware of the snipers or insane turrets that lack any sites or ammunition while the Snipers are allowed a easy way to avoid the Defilers who continue to sleep. Chaos marine emerge from the armory carrying Las-Cannons and Auto-Cannons not noticing the Snipers while they talk and exam their new weaponry, the forge burn brightly in the distance as the orange glow of magma and bright white smoke pours from the many pipes and valves from the forge.

(As in hunter is aiming at me and Bel'???)
Storm ducks behind a pipe system and lines up his sniper rifle with a splatter round. Gory but perfect for sewing confusion as its almost impossible to tell where the shot came from. He feels Bel' lining up a shot as well, both of them waiting for an excuse to execute the individuals.

(He was and remember he's a good sniper and a good Allie but he's working for Shas'O )

The Chaos Marine screams and stumbles around before falling leaving his allies dazed and confused by the bloody blast, a second shot removes another Marine.

"Clarification locked. Venumum take care of that wound now we need to go. Follow me i think i can find a way in.

"Excellent. If you need air support I am always here to give it Just don't get yourself killed."

"Yes Shas'O, I have removed tangos and I am now scanning the area for any remaining Tangos or hostile troops, several foxtrots have entered the area and will be removed within the next five minutes. "

Several shots remove several more Cultists

"Yes Lotus but the fortress will be difficult to enter with that many guards, the Iron Warriors and renewed for their skills in both siege and defense. Several armies would be required to even pass the turret and wall defensive."

She searches the area with a thermal scan and walks to the crystal. "Informaticus what is this?"

Beltayn's gaze was unhindered as he scanned the area outside the drain pipe. His senses were alive and on full alert, they were now behind enemy lines and could be attacked from all sides if they were not careful. In the distance, the armory could be seen looming ahead of them and the fires from the forges could be spotted rather easily as well. Beltayn's eyes darted as he moved stealthily, the hair on the back of his neck began to stand erect. Ludias was right, this was too easy, somebody was watching them, he could feel it in his instincts.

"There are hidden eyes watching, do not doubt that, Ludias." He said quietly as the two came closer to their destination. Soon, a file of Chaos Marines came walking out of the armory with heavy weapons and the two snipers instinctively disappeared within the blink of an eye. Beltayn worked his way into a small pile of dirt next to a pipe network. Both him and Ludias began acquiring targets, they said nothing but both had worked with one another long enough to know how their partner would react and so acted accordingly. Beltayn was sure Ludias had ammunition that would make short work of the marine's armor, but Beltayn's rifle ammunition required him to be very precise, something he was more than adept at. He found the weak spot in the armor around the neck to be quite useful. Just as he was about to fire the first shot, his target went down...

For a split second, Beltayn thought it had been Ludias, but he had not registered the slight cough of his partner's rifle with his advanced hearing. The Marine had also not fallen at the right angle to have been hit by Ludias, before either of them could react, all the Marines fell within but a few moments, followed by a few cultists in the area. Beltayn frantically scanned the surrounding area, he couldn't find the shooter even with his keen eyes. Beltayn dropped down behind his cover and his thoughts raced. His hand found his necklace, they were facing another sharpshooter, one of high skill and ability. Such matches were one of the only things that got Beltayn excited anymore. To test his own mettle against a warrior of his own scope was one of his only ambitions.

"This one is skilled..." Beltayn said amused. " If he has seen us he must not think us a threat, but it seems he is against the forces stationed here. I haven't been able to find him but perhaps we should move before he spots us..." Beltayn said, melting back into the landscape as if he had never been there.

"Boom head shot."

Hunter laughed as the Chaos marines realised their big guns would not protect them, he re-loaded and smiled. He knew that other snipers were here, competition or allies ether way they would help him and Shas'O against the true enemy. He viewed the other Chaos marines through his electric scope, designed to link with his helm.

Ludias watched the marine fall through his scope, calmly assessing the fall pattern. Anyone else except for maybe Bel' would just see a falling marine. But Ludias could almost sense where a shot had come from if he had enough time to watch the victem fall. Unfortunatley today was not one of the days that his "Sixth sense" was giving him an easy time of it. Instead he observed the fire angle and then the AoT. Loading the logarithms into an onboard computer in his mask he went through a couple of quick tragectory calculations with respect to windspeed humidity and impact force. Without knowing the caliber of the shot this still left a significant area from where the shot could have come from but Ludias wasnt worried. The amount of distance required to make the shots suggested that the sniper was outside the fortress and had targetted only marines, Even though, (As much as it galled Ludias to admit) He and Bel' had been out of cover and would have been easy targets. This sniper was also clearly taking fun with his klls, waiting for targets to be looking at one anouther before bringing them down. Using the viel of distance as a shield.

Ludias growls gently in his throat. This sniper would blow his and Bel's cover if the pair of Snipers diddnt act fast. Ludias ran anouther quick calculation and determined the angle of descent for the sun and realised that they had approximatley 1.7895 hours of sunlight left. This left them out in the open for far, far to long....

"Find that sni..."

The Chaos marines head exploded in a shower of gore and bone, the Chaos marines within the small courtyard divided into small groups that fled for cover fearing that the sniper would strike again but no more shots were fired. The Sniper had left his nest, the forges smaller gates opened. Steam and white smoke fumed out as a Iron warriors Tech-marine emerge, his head completely replaced with a fully mechanical model that has thin slits for eyes that scan the area. A group of servitors emerge from behind and retrieve the dead marines and the weapons as well, they drag the bodies into the forge closing its gates while a small vent opens near to a sign sporting the words;

Turret manufacture. Tech Marines and Servitors only.


"It is a unknown substance Mam, not listed in any Imperial records and devoid of warp energy. The Spirit that may off inhabited or used it left, but I will take samples for later reference Lotus."

The Thermal scan reveals nothing in the area, it seems that the Daemons have fled.

" good work informaticus now continue do your animals have gatherd info? If so now is the time." She starts walking towards the fortress still staying in cover.

(What are these animals exactly? )

"Tangos sighted, removal pending. Warning shots firing in 1...2...3"

Several shots are fired by Hunter at the assassins.

(it are bionic animals which are directly controlled by the informaticus. They are searching and constantly gathering info. (How do you think assasin gain intel from inside locations XD) my informaticus has 1 eagle and some rats. (They can also function as weapons XD)
"Everyone get back vindicare get a point where you can identify shooter and or neutralize on my command. Use your spy armor (melt with background.) Make sure you survive. We have plenty of cover.

Ludias calmly took stock of their situation, he wouldnt lie to himself, it was pretty grim. He realised quickly that that turret manufacturing facility was taking up alot of the fortresses resources, especially with an Iron Warriors techmarine dedicated there. A series of ideas floated around in his head and he chose one of them to identify. He noticed that the servitors were an older model, in line with the armour of the renegades, certainly old and of a mark not seen for some time amoungst the sons of the emperor. Ludias prided himself on the knowlege of the marks of the astartes armour, it gave him an undeniable advantage knowing the weaknessess of each mark.

Back to the task at hand, his rifle itching in his hands as he caressed the trigger guard, eyeing the techmarine before he heads in. He could almost feel the tension in the air until that scion of the dark Mechanicus vacated the open air. Ludias had also noticed a strange tension on his nerves since the moment he had entered the fortress. There was clearly something horrible residing within these walls and he wasnt particularly interseted in knowing what it was. Only getting enough information on the place to make his life valuable to the imperium again. He had also noticed the assassin group moving across the wastelands. He thought it strange that they were showing so little stealth, even the Vindicare was blindingly obvious. But then again Ludias thought wryly. He had been hunting the likes of such highly trained assassins for years, it was only just that he would think them unstealthy, especially when he and Beltayn could move through an entire sector undetected and here these Imperium were making more noise than an assault cannon on full bore.

His mind flicked through several senarios in where he could pin the assassins down with fire long enough to figure out what their task here was. If they were after him then he certainly wouldnt hesitate to wipe them out. The vindicare would be the first to go. There wasnt enough room on this planet for 3 snipers.... no he reminded himself, 4 snipers, the mystery hunter who had almost challenged himself and Bel' that would of course be a very very foolish thing to do. The last sniper who had challenged the pair had ended up going around the system to find his inner self. In several pieces. Of course Ludias had actually sold the mans "Inner self" otherwise known as his heart and brain. To a pair of kroot at a mercanaries bar abour 4 months ago. The kroot had payed him handsomly for such rare genetic material.

His hands drifted over the lever action of his rifle slowly snapping it forwards loading the round nestled in its chamber. A simple explosive round measured to detonate 0.00001 seconds after discharge. So about 500 metres. He fired it into the air casually. A general signal to snipers all over the galaxy for a ceasefire.

Vindicare: " i have found another pair of snipers missy as there was fired an high explosive round in the air. I think they can possibly be hostile."
Lotus:"dont engage repeat dont engage. Only identify do you have a read about our mysterious hunter? Ifso report immediatly."

"Excellent Hunter. Do not give your position away, but is it ready for me to lead a force of Fire Warriors down there yet?" Shas'O T'au Kais asked anxiously. He hadn't been in a fight for way too long. He needed to show his skills again. He needed to return to the front line.

"Yes Shas'O, but now I must begin my duel."

The Assassins are pinned down by a hail of fire as Hunter re-loads and begins fringing on them. He scopes in a views the Assassin Lotus;

"An Assassin, a excellent foe!"


A blast in the sky caused Hunter to stop, the others must have not wanted to fight.


"They are smart are they not, but can they brave that fortress I wonder."



A group of modified sentinels emerged from the forge carrying several new turrets, in the misty smoke behind the silhouette of the Tech-Marine was quite clear.

Beltayn was aware of the shot that Ludias had given to signal the opposing marksman. He knew it was necessary but he hoped that it had not given them away. These thoughts ran through the back of Beltayn's mind, however, as his actual thoughts were focused on his scope and the figure he was studying in it.

He watched as the Techmarine observed the menial laborers continue their tasks, he knew that the marine was an immediate threat as his surveillance equipment could possibly reveal the two's position. Beltayn sent a nonverbal message to Ludias that he had an acquired top priority target. Beltayn lines his rifle's scope on the eye slits of the Techmarine and fired a well placed dart into them.

The Techmarine fell onto its back with a whumpf of downed metal, leaving his stooges to look around blankly at each other as to what had happened. Beltayn smiled and shook his head slightly as he aimed and fired consecutive, silent rounds into the others and they fell as well. The group was down and the gates to the forge were left wide open.

"I believe I have found our next route, Ludias." Beltayn whispered as he watched the gate for other figures.

Ludias watched his friend calmly as he took down the group. Ludias spent his time doing his job however, checking the surroundings covering his friend. It was always the way with them, one would take shots, the other would make sure they stayed safe. Especially in situations like this.

When Storm heard Bel's comment he nodded.
"Agreed old friend. I just hope none of thoe Defilers wake up. Shall we go?"

The Defilers are slumped over in a state of sleep, they move their heads every so often to let out a roar like yawn but go quite quickly wishing to continue their slumber allowing the Snipers a easy way through while Chaos Marines fear to even set foot in the Defiler storage areas unless the mechanical beasts are chained or under control by a Tech-marine. The Snipers pass the massive beasts and come to a door way marked;

Forge waste center

The smell off molten metal and black smoke can be heard as the scarp metal of the fortress is melted down to create new machines for the dark powers of Chaos, the sound of hammers and forge Daemons that bend the burning metal with their bear hands could be heard from a mile away as their screams fill the air.

"Your call Bel' but I personally dont think this is where we want to be, Im thinking an entrance into the core spire might be an Idea"

Ludias looks at the waste center again thinking.

"Were going to need a way in and a way out... these Daemons dont look like theyre having fun... Perhaps we could stage a revolt? Or simply free them and use the distraction to get in?

Just ideas mind...."

The roars and tormented screams off the creatures become louder as the Chaos marine handlers begins to push them back into their pit like cages which stinks of rotting meat and flesh, the high voltage staffs cause great pain and torment to the Daemons who hiss and screech but succumb to the Chaos marines. The Chaos marines move away reveling a Daemon in a black suit who slices open the energy generators for the cage shielding leaving them easy targets, the Daemon vanishes quickly.

Beltayn ponders the two's next move and watches the procession in front of him. He is just about to speak when the black clad daemon appears and shuts down the cage, leaving the chaos marines dumbfounded.

"It seems our path has been chosen for us." Beltayn remarks in a monotone whisper from behind a piece of cover as he aims his rifle at the cage's locks and shoots it off. This starts a stampede of the labor demons who overrun the Chaos marines and take their weapons, soon spreading out to the rest of the facility and leaving the two snipers to sneak past unmolested.

As the two progress, Beltayn thinks back to the shady demon, he is put in mind of the other one that presented himself to them with an offer. As soon as the two make a stop in the shadow of a great machine to check their bearings, Beltayn speaks.

"I am liking this less and less, somebody is helping us and for that I do not know why." He looks around at the dimly lit interior of the forge. "I fear that daemon which spoke to us before wishes us to succeed for his own agenda." Beltayn lowers his cowl for a moment to spit angrily, getting the disgusting taste of rotten metal out of his mouth. "How I despise the falsities of the warp and its denizens..."

"You...will...not succeed...we...know off... You're fears... he will not... Assist you... you... Will fail.... Submit you're self to us... And we can save you're friend... From imminent.... Doom."


The piercing voice horribly echoes the dark message throughout the Eldars head, it shakes him and he almost falls as the voice fades

Beltayn's eyes widen at the voice as it throbs in his skull. he winces and throws out a hand to steady himself on a piece of machinery before he falls from the nausea induced by the pain. It soon fades and Ludias turns to see his friend recomposing himself.

"Are you alright Bel'?" He asks quietly, Beltayn nods and continues to skulk with Ludias.

"Just the bad air in this hell, its becoming hard to breathe." He lies and continues on with Ludias at the fore. Imminent doom, Beltayn almost laughed, how the warp could be so very vague sometimes...then again, such was the nature of all fortune telling, he knew, he had once spoken with a Farseer about such things as destiny.

Beltayn looked at his friend Ludias, he could see nothing ailing him, what doom could the voice possibly speak of? He thought...

"You're lies won't.... Protect him....we will....Now submit....We will...Protect...him"

The dark voice repeats it's self and seems to make it's self louder and louder, it's anger and strength growing but another voice enters his head.

Ludias Unaware of the Struggle in his friends mind makes good time to the edge of the forgeway. His scope travelling over the doorway. Seeing the Daemons sweeping the guards away he doubletaps his mic and begins moving forwards.

With Bel' right behind him he fires a silenced shot into the lock on the door. The acid in his pistol's rounds dissolving the inner mechanism. The door opens with but a touch. He clears the entrance hall quickly swift shots anihilating cultists and Marines alike. The powerful TAC rounds flooring even the veterans of the warp. Ludias motioned to Bel' with his hand as they started up the corridor looking anxiously for signs of trouble.

Beltayn grows tired of the whispers in his mind, forcing his eyes to continuously dart for fear of an unseen foe attacking him as it spoke. He followed Ludias to the best of his ability, saying nothing of the battle in his mind. Finally, he could stand it no longer and mentally screamed.

'Enough! Either face me or begone! By the power of Khaine and the might of Altaioc..." He broke off as the voices ceased and his mind cleared. He breathed a sigh of relief and continued on. As they cleared the corridor, they came to another chamber, it was dark and dank and both could see figures moving in the shadows. Beltayn reached behind his head and grabbed the handle of his sabre, with his other, he brought out his dagger, both glinting ever so slightly in the dim light of the corridor. Before Beltayn could speak one of the figures charged with its tentacles and claws extended. Beltayn, with a lick of his wrist, sent the sabres edge clean through its neck and sliced its head off. the figure fell at his feet and he rolled it on its back with his foot.

"Mutants...barely worth the ammunition." Beltayn hissed to challenge the other mutants who stayed warily into the shadows. Beltayn began to creep forwards, moving like a predatory cat, shadowed by the light behind him and the darkness before him. Mutants charged and all were brought low by the whirling blades of Beltayn, who never tired.

Ludias activated his active camoflague and almost danced through the combat. His silenced pistols firing stattaco puffs of death. The weapons were lethal in his hands and he was not to be denied as the mutants lost thier lives. Finally one of the mutans was left and ran at Bel's back who turned to swing at its neck. Only for the head of the creature to fall into his outstreatched hand.

Ludias heard the Eldar chuckle. "I knew i was good but not this good storm. Where are you?"

Ludias uncloaks from nearby his pistol still raised. A single shot having decapatated the mutant. The shot fired from the side had gone clean through the unholy cultists neck.

Ok people we need to go. We need to get inside these walls. Informaticus search for a way inside.

"It will be extremely difficult, my creatures could barley get past the Sentry Guns and sniper teams. However another group of unknown Snipers entered by disabling the sentries but most off the turrets are being replaced by Servitors and tech-marines, we'll have great difficulty entering the fortress and it will take much planning."

(Whats currently happening with Hunter?)

(Hunters scouting around the fortress for enemy patrols or stray daemons.)

(Shas should join the ninja party and don a stealth suit...

BTW Blood, anything happening with me and Marta? Because I'm not sure where we are supposed to be going next...)

The Snipers enter a large chamber which has several walk ways suspended over a large pool of molten lava and there are several tubes that poor broken and shattered metal from destroyed craft and weapons, a Rhino chassis is dumped into the orange lake and begins to melt within seconds into the pool of burning lava. A Pair of new Sentry turrets stand guard at the start of each walk way scanning the area for enemy spies and infiltrators trying to meddle with the recycling controls.

Ludias scoffs at the guns and puts a simple emp round in each. The disabled turrets then have their ammo feeds removed incase they wake up again. Said feeds are thrown into the molten lake.

He moves cautiously along the walkway, his suit absorbin the heat and converting it into storable electrical enery through micro dynamos. The Dark haired man looks back at his partner briefly before carrying on and whispers into his mic.
"What exactly are we doing in this god forsaken place Bel'?"

[Alert;Turret batch 3876 will now finish complete deployment and construction in one hour, All guards must kill any Daemon Kin on site and any intruders will be treated with the same actions]

The Speakers cut short as the Daemon Kin slaves appear at the other side of the walk way and begin firing on Chaos security teams using bolters and shock prods to attack their former masters and throw others into the lava pool.

Ludias backs up with Bel' doing the same. The two snipers crouch in the shadows at the far end with weapons trained on the advancing Daemons and Bel' looking behind to make sure nothing flanks them.

Beltayn hears Ludias' question as the two continue to move, he chuckles to himself.

"Your telling me you don't know? Oh Ludias, I would have thought you were smarter than that." He jibed as they went along, his tone turned serious, however, as the fighting between the daemons and the marines spilled over towards them and they hid.

"Right now, a way out of this scum cage would suit me fine, the way is blocked, we must find another exit."

The two snipers begin to look for another route out of the chamber that will not have them getting into the middle of the fight further down the way.

"Sneaky little buggers"

Hunter had crawled through a small pipe towards the other snipers, what could be called the meat 'dispose pit'. A full mile of rotting flesh, bone and blood which Hunter used to enter the fortress. He had tracked the other Snipers and kept a close eye on them ready to duel with his sword or sniper if they did not wish to act civil, he began to move forward making a hand signature to the Eldar Ranger.

Ludias begins to get frustrated with the combat and decides to havs eome fun. He fires rounds from his pistols at either side of the press grouping them together on one platform with herding tactics, then he shoots the support lines holing that particular section up.

Seconds later the marines and most of the Daemons fall screaming to thier deaths. He stands smoothly and draws his arm to the side like the concierge of a fancy resturant.
"Your exit M'suier"

The Screams off Daemons and marines echo throughout the chamber as they are incinerated by the lava, unable to escape from their fiery doom beneath the snipers.

Beltayn smirks at Ludias' creativity and manner and watches as the two groups tumble into the molten sea. He shakes his head.

"You are too kind." He says and continues on until a noise off to his side gets his attention, as well as Ludias' who aims his pistols at it. Beltayn puts his hand out in front of Ludias to signal him to lower his weapons, Beltayn recognizes a hand signal coming from the shadows and responds in kind.

"The sniper we saw in action earlier, it seems he has followed us." Beltayn said, his hand resting on his own pistol. "If you wish an audience then come out of the shadows and show yourself." He calls to the stranger.

*chuckling evilly*

now i wonder what i can do to have ludias make this even more... chaotic??? XD

(IC) Ludias chuckles darkly but notices the Sniper moving along the piping. Ludias drops to one knee brings up his pistols up and aims, carefully. but Bel' touches his hands and he lowers the weapons before speaking.

"Who are you? Are you the sniper that killed those marines outside in the courtyard?"

A Space Marine moves forward, dark grey armor with no symbols and a horned helm adorned with modifications and kill marks along with a long custom sniper rifle which is heavily modified. Impossible to tell what it was originally and a sheathed Power Sword sits on his back pack ready to defend his master.

"I am Hunter and I hopefully wish to assist you two."

Ludias is understandably hesitant.
"Those horns are from Mark V chaos Armour... Heavily modified I'll admit but there nonetheless... Why should we trust someone who worked for chaos?"

"I did once but I found redemption and I seek revenge, the voice Eldar. That is what I wish to destroy and I'm seeking allies to help me, they are called the Employers and they are one nasty piece of work. They plan to create such a large army that will launch a black crusade to destroy the Caidan Gate."

"Now wouldnt that just be typical. And Im sure that we have the ability to stop this... army."
The sarcasm in his words audible but he shrugs.
"As long as were in here we may as well help. You with me Bel'?"

"I hope we can reach an agreement so that an alliance can be formed, a friend waits in orbit with an army to assist us. But we must be prepared as the Employers will not take kindly to us and will try to sto..."

Something shakes the platform violently and nearly sends the pair into the lava as a strange black shadowy thing emerges from the lava, the cat walk shakes again throwing the three onto another platform as the shadow approaches

"Lets ge the hell out of here"
Ludias nods to Bel' before the both of them sprint towards an exit which they throw themselves through, Hunter seconds later and seconds before the catwalks shatter into the lake. Ludias shoots the controls for the blast doors and they slam shut putting a couple of feet of plasteel between the trio and whatever that shadow was.

"That was an Employer but not at full strength, we should move before the Tech-lord sends guards and that Employer returns. It may not be at full power but it's imune to our attacks, only pyschic blasts and other warp powers will harm it."

Hunter raises his Sniper and loads it, before moving in the direction off the turret manufacturing lines.

The two snipers hang back from Hunter's advance, they move with him but keep their distance.

"What do you think about this guy, Bel'?" Ludias whispers over the private vox, continuously on alert.

"He has not killed us yet, so that is something. I understand an astartes armor is a mark of honor, it seems he no longer wishes to associate himself with his chaotic brethren, I'm not saying I trust him but at least he is not lying."

The two continue for a few minutes with no hostiles and Ludias speaks again.

"He addressed you earlier, said something about voices, what did he mean?" there was a silence between the two for a few moments and then a small sigh from Beltayn.

"Earlier, that black thing that nearly sunk us into the fire spoke into my mind." He said tight lipped. Ludias looked at Beltayn quickly before putting his eyes back on watch.

"What did it say?" He asked objectively.

"He spoke of doom, your doom to be exact..." Beltayn said lowly, breaking off as he spoke, looking for the right words. "More trickery from the mouths of daemons, scare tactics, nothing more, pay no mind to their workings."

Beltayn's mood had darkened and he remained silent afterwards except for one sentence as the three moved on.

"To the void with this hole, if we ever get out of here I swear I'll burn it to the ground myself." He spits.

Than we start planning i suggest you hack in their systems and leave a gap between their turret defences showing that they are repaired while they aren't. Thats how we are able to get past that one. Than the walls is it able for you to change their patrol lines? So that you can make a gap in which we can slip past while you disabled all security systems. Of course this wasnt to disrespect you because i know you are a high level hacker or else you werent allowed to leave the trainorium"

(Trainorium >.<

Ludias chuckles,
"You and me both Bel', you and me both."

Ludias' mind is racing, trying to piece together everything that had happened. Something diddnt fit but he wasnt quite sure what it was yet. He remembered the... suited? daemon... It had soken of the empoyers also. And this new... ally, had spoken of anouther ally in orbit with reinforcements. Decideding to get some information he raises his voice slightly.

"So... Hunter? was it? You mentioned potential reinforcements... Im wondering when those would be available?"

OOC: I am assuming you guys are Eldar, I think, so I hope this is right...

IC:

Kais had been listening to this conversation the whole time, and had already strapped himself into a Hammerhead while listening, with Mont'yr, his ever faithful friend, and other Fire Warriors, including his personal bodyguard, beside him.

"I never knew Hunter was so good at making friends," Mont'yr chuckled.

"Well," Kais answered, donning his Fire Warrior helmet. "He certainly has his ways"

The pilot called back to them.

"Okay, I will take you right on top of the fortress, and all the other Hammerheads will be right beside us. "This Chaos fortress will fall easily with all or troops. I hear we even have a few Piranhas and battlesuits being deployed."

"Hunter," Kais addressed, contacting the marine. "Reinforcements are on the way."

Bel' is eldar,
Im excomunicae tratoris human
whos not chaosy
just rogue

"Yes Shas'O but this fortress has the defensive capabilities of an armoured fleet and has Anti-aircraft guns positioned everywhere, we should disable some of the inner systems first. Wouldn't some off you're Dark Eldar allies be able to assist you?"

Hunter shakes his head;

"We'll need to cause some damage to the fortress ourselves and I have an idea, disable the turret manufacture facility."

"Mistress the main turret AI will be somewhere in the fortress and I simply cannot hack a turret, there are too many."

Then infiltrate with your rats. And about that bullet they fired do you have any info or whatever?

"Nothing, the animals will take time to get past the Sentries and Patrols which are constantly on the move."

"Fine. We can infiltrate the fortress and take down their defenses from the inside," Kais said disappointingly. "Hunter, it will be your job to make it easy for us to get inside. And contact the Dark Eldar. I need to talk to them. I wonder why there would only be one ship."

(Whoa, Dark Eldar allied with Tau? This is gonna get weird...)

"Yes Shas'O, It will be done. I'll prepare stealth and Drone teams to deploy but remember we have limited troops Shas'O"

Hunter revives the message and looks over at the Snipers;

"We have allies but... It will take awhile."

Ludias was getting impatient with the astartes, He knew that there was something going on in that mans helmet but he diddnt know what it was. He considered briefly hacking into their comms channel but decided to let him talk in private. A sort of good faith present. Its not like they would have been able to detect his prescence even if he did. The benifits of a life spent hacking anonymously secretly and quietly into almost every communications channel in the sol sector. He had even heard a brief communication from an outpost world to terra's high command. Now that had led to an interesting mark.

Ludias' frustration did not simply stem from the lethargy of the astartes' conversation. But also from the building they were in. The thing was almost sapping his patience like one could draw water from a well. Every time something happened anouther huge chunk of it dissapeared. He shook his head slowly as if to dissagree with someone, but in reality he was scanning the room with an old trick by looking out of the corners of his eyes at the room. This tactic seemed sufficient in the past to detect warp sorcery. The things that were at the edge of ones vision but not quiet visable. However in this case he found nothing. And here the room did its work. And his frustration grows...

"We should move, the deeper we go into the Turret manufacture the quicker we can escape the guards. They're coming and in large numbers and it will be difficult to find us in the manufacturing area, Tech marines and Servitors don't like the others in their homes."

Ludias shrugs and draws his pistols witha slight jerk, clearly annoyed at something. He doesnt even speak to Bel' as the trio move off and this sends warning bells of in Beltayns head. Storm was always very forthcoming with his thoughts to his friend and this new silece was troubling. A snipers wost enemy was emotion, and frustration led to impatience, impatience to inproffessionality and inproffessionality lead to death. Bel' could see how the doom of his friend may come about and he decided to step in. The next thing Ludias knew he was up against a wall with one of Beltayns knifes at his throat. Ludias looked into the Eldars eyes and saw the worry Bel' had there and realised what the building had done to him. He fought it, he fought hard and managed to shake of the grip of the place. It was subtle, he admitted that it was more subtle than anyone could really notice, he must have done somthing different that would have alerted his friend.

The mental struggle continued and Ludias slowly won. Throwing of the opressive wieght of the place he felt free and light and almost... happy? Hed never been happy on the job before, another thing to change. He nodded once at Bel' who took his knife away, and instead replaced it with his hand on Ludias' shoulder. The Eldar letting the human search his eyes to see the trust and worry there. Ludias nodded again to Bel' before whispering over the vox.
"This place nearly had me Bel'... Dont let that happen ok? I dont want to end up dead on the floor of this misbegotten fortress."

"He'll betray you...you...will...cause this...he'll destroy you...you can...stop this...save him...from him from...his rage."

The sinister voice echos through both the Snipers heads trying to confuse and daze each of them, each thinking and imagining the foul actions their partner may be planning.

Ludias chuckled. Bel' wouldnt kill him. Bel' was about as ready to kill or betray Ludias now as he was at the start of thier relationship, which is to say, nought.
"Ignore him my friend, he doesnt know what hes talking about. More to the point hes trying to poison us against one anouther. He saw Bel's head nod once but was shocked when the Eldar lashed out at him. However as he leaned backwards avoiding the blade he saw Beltayns eye wink lasily at him. And Ludias caught the hint, playing along.

Ducking backwards and drawing his knife simoultaneously the man flicked it up to block one of Bel's strikes and grinned, the two sparred frequently and Ludais saw the series of moves Bel' was going through. A simple set that Ludais could easily avoid or block without working to hard. But all in all very convincing. The two battled for a time before Ludias began to see shapes appearing on all sides and it was his turn to give Bel' a singnal. Altering the course of his body instead of blocking or dodging Beltayns newest attack he stepped right into it. And caught Bel's arm. The Eldar immediatly caught on and used Ludias as a springboard to launch himself backwards into the press of Daemons and grab one before they fled. The Daemon was lithe and tall but not altogether strong and Beltayn was more than capable of holding it still. Ludias walked forwards calmly signalliing to hunter to stay back for a moment.
"Daemon... who do you serve?"

(Arrgh, ninja'd by Blood and Marta, consider it retroactive to Blood's last post... )

Beltayn watched his friend as he moved on, Hunter was a way ahead and simply watched without emotion as the two shortened the distance between them. He nodded once to them and turned to continue on as if nothing had happened, he had probably seen the like before, Beltayn surmised.

The two snipers went back to scanning the shadows for threats, Beltayn was sure that Ludias did not hold his action against him, such a step was similar to a slap across the face or a blow to the gut, it was a physical reminder, a focus point, and right now, the two could not be distracted by their surroundings and expect to live. Besides, Beltayn could feel it, he was sure Ludias could too, this place, the entire Eye of terror, was not natural, it lied, it clouded judgements, the air itself wanted to kill them both. Finally Beltayn spoke from behind his hood, his piercing blue eyes shining with a fire of determination his people held.

"The superstitions of the Mon' Keigh hold that the denizens of the warp are horrid to behold and in no way subtle. While this is true, it is also true that the same beings are crafty, patient, stealthy, neither you nor I was prepared for their unseen attacks." He said into his vox in a whisper. "I will not allow you to fall to such tricks, but you must promise to do the same for me." At this last statement, Beltayn looked into Ludias' eyes in his trademark gaze that would turn lesser beings to stone. Ludias gave him a single nod which Beltayn returned.

"Good, this is the risk we took coming here, Ludias, we may be safe from our pursuers, but we now fight a war on two fronts. As a young ranger I was always taught that as long as you are aware of your enemy, you cannot lose, defeat comes from the enemy unseen, unnoticed, or ignored."

It was at this point that Hunter spoke. "You speak truly, that is why it would be best for all of us to escape this forge swiftly."

Without another word, the three snipers make all haste to exit the area before they are detected or assailed by any other unseen forces.

Nice post

EDIT

I sometimes think that because of the posting quality that runs through these threads we forget to give cridit where due so Im now going to thank all the people who have been on these three treads for the quality length and general epicness of these RP's and im proud and honoured to be typing alongside you all

And special thanks and commendations to WARORK Reaper Nocturne and of course Shas
you guys have been here for all of it and Im proud to have been playing alongside you

May the games continue

Edit

The Snipers come to the exit and observe a terrible site, masses of Sentry guns are being replaced with advanced and modern models which are being transported across the fortress while Raptors fly overhead searching for intruders in the fort.

"You know this... Ok for want of a better word. Thing?"
Ludias levels his pistols at the Daemons chest. A perfectly calm steady hold and with his ammunition not even THIS daemon would survive the hits.

"Not my time."

Syrath dissipates in a cloud of black and thick smoke leaving the Assassin and Hunter annoyed

OOC: Dawwww shucks, Marta...

IC: Beltayn is about to shoot the daemon before it disappears, he grunts audibly in frustration...

"Of all the beings in existence, daemons are by far the most annoying."

As Ludias moves past him and continues on, he speaks.

"Oh really, I was under the impression you were most annoyed by greenskins..."

"They are a close second." Beltayn admits to the chuckling of Ludias.

The three have no choice but to continue on until they come to the courtyard where the sentry guns are. A shadow falls over them as Raptors fly overhead. Beltayn immediately takes a knee and tracks a raptor with his scope, a few seconds later, he fires a single powerful dart which strikes a raptor's jump pack, exploding it and sending it screaming, careening into a sentry turret deployer and destroying it as well.

"That should hold their attentions but not for long, we must hurry!" Beltayn says, his eyes scanning for a route. The three set off and use their skills to remain unseen as they move...

Thanks Marta and we'll continue this for awhile, it's not even chapter 1

Than we wait or do you have another plan?

I know, I just thought I would say it anyway.
Ludias looked at hunter with raised brows,
"We can at least demolish this facility."

He sets about flicking small round pills into corners of the building targetting key poins such as girders or ammo points. The small pills adhered to whatever they hit and would explode when the right frequency was broadcast.

"They will just re-build it my friend, the Iron Warriors have truly created a living fortress. Notice that glimmer in the turrets vision center, that's a real living and thinking Daemon that lives within the fortress and it heals when its hurt and sends its natural defenses to defend itself and destroy the virus inside it, were the virus and its angry. We need to find its heart and break it."

Hunter nods to Ludias and Bel before sniping a Chaos Space Marine on patrol and causing him to madly fire his missile launcher madly in pain at close range, causing Chaos and confusion amongst the Chaos marines and Cultists around him. He takes another shot at a Chaos marine with a grenade launcher and explosions consume the patrol within seconds...


"No Mam, we'll have to wait until we have a plan, wait I'm reading multiple signals. At least 20-30 mutants and Cultists carrying heavy weaponry and automatic weaponry and approaching fast, we should prepare for a defense imminently and beat them off!"

"These Dem-pills arnt exactly dormant Hunter, we should keep moving"
Ludias sprints forwards and leaps his two feet leaving the ground and buncing beneath him as he travels through the air. He land in a crouch on the walkway some 3 metres up, his suit giving him the enhanced stregth needed to make the jump. He rolls forwards avoiding a salvo of bolter round and stands swiveling his fingers pulling on the triggers of his pistols in a fast rhythm. The marines fall dead with leaks of fluids coming out of bullet wounds in their chests.

He glances to see Bel' fighting in his own style and Hunter laying about with his powersword and gins. the walkway now his he draws his sniper rifle out and starts picking of the Marines on the upper and lower catwalks giving his friend and hunter much needed cover fire.

"Reload."

Hunter takes time to reload his sniper while they give cover fire allowing the others once he has reloaded to do the same and picks off several advancing Chaos marines carrying Bolters and Bolt Pistols, forcing them into cover while he throws frag grenades towards them.

"We need to move and get into a new positron, they're are air ducts not too far from here and we can escape."

The three Snipers begin to move towards a set of air-ducts while taking pot-shots at several Chaos marines.

"Escape? Why would we ecape? Weve just begun. Move out from the entrance, and get up here with me, Im going to torch the floor."

When the two had managed to get up there with Ludias he threw a handful of the Dem-Pills onto the floor below and then whistled sharply. Beolw them a carpet of fire erupted that covered the ground with a sticky white powder that burned ferociously. It burned so fast that ammunitiondiddnt have time to explode it just melted with sharp popping sounds as the accelerant when off. Menawhile the Marines on the floor were being incinerated by the flames and even astartes armour couldnt save them from the horrible flames.

"Fine, we'll cause some havoc."

As the Chaos marines approach they obviously believe that they have a chance until a carpet of fire consumes them in flames, but something appears behind him. The Black shadow.

The Employer.


It tears the ground apart and throws flaming metal and burning Chaos marines towards the snipers who run and duck before the flaming projectiles hit home, it soon forms a real physical form which appears as a legless robotic creature with no human like features at all with a black metal mask with several dark red eye attachments and howls, it raises a pair of thin metal and bone arms which tears a sentry gun from its base and throws it directly at the three again.

" oni with me vindicare take some heavies out. Informaticus search for info about the callidus she was infiltrating remember? Ok team ready yourself."

Ludias swears colorfully as he sees the shadow. Noone hears this bar Beltayn as he seals his mask. Bringing his rifle up he asks the obvious question.

"What do you want?"

"You...alone...they must...leave or...perish...now"

The Employer raises most of the courtyards floor lifting the snipers and few remaining Chaos marines while Raptors flee in utter terror, it pulls Ludias forward and pushes its metal helm forward only inches from his and grips him sharply;

"Obey."

"Yes mam"

The Vindicare moves quickly and begins firing quickly at the Heavy weapon carrying Mutants and Heretics who fall quickly while Oni and Lotus stand facing the horde

"I've found no info from the Callidus, I'm unsure if we can resume contact Mam"

Ludias grunts in annoyance with the strange shadow and clicks his toungue at his mic. Two things happen.
1: Beltayn gets a signal to fire at the daemons hand regardless of potential damage to Ludias and
2: Ludias' suit has a small amount of fine holy dust in the joints and this dust is mixed with the blood of a greyknight and excreted from micropores in Ludias' suit. quickly coating the inside of the Daemons hand with holy liquid.

At the same time that Ludias deploys his trap, Beltayn takes aim at the thing and sets a setting on his rifle to fire at its maximum power, overcharging the round. The rifle hums with energy and Beltayn takes aim at the thing's eye.

"You will learn fast that we are not the most obedient beings in this universe." He says and fires a pulsing blue lance into the Daemons eye where it scorches it with a loud bang of decompressing energy.

(Put that in your pipe and smoke it)

It screams but does not let got throwing a large section of the floor towards Hunter and Bel knocking them out of the way and unconscious before turning its attention to Ludias and begins to crush his head with a sinister rage but turns its attention to the others;

"They...will die...if you deify...me"

"Looks like your going to kill us all anyway big guy"

Ludias does the only thing left he grips the Daemons hand and activates his self destruct countdown.
"I have a vortex grenade that will detonate if you dont let me go. Im sure even you cant survive that"

It hisses and drops him before moving away idly leaving the group in shock but before it leaves it turns its head a drags Bel towards itself and grabs him before quickly moving away carrying the Ranger with him.

Beltayn comes to upside down and in the clutches of the daemon. He curses colorfully at the daemon and finally quits his struggle once he realizes that he cannot get away and that his weapons will avail him little.

"Speak your mind, scum, do it quickly, this gak is becoming quite tiresome..." He says defeated.

Ludiad grunts again.
"Unnacceptable."

He sprints forwards and leaps onto the Daemons back his pistols fireing rapidly into the Daemons neck. He blinks at the icon for the self destruct in his visor not wanting to accidentally get vaporised by his own weapon now. His pistols click empty and he rams new clips home as he continues to pour shots into the dameons neck and the back of its head.

(Ill leave you to decide how effective they are)

"You're friends moral will break as easily...as you're bones...Eldar...one of...you're race succumbed to...us...you will do...the same."

It grips the Eldar with great strength almost snapping his bones and ignores the shots fired into its neck and pushes the Sniper away before raising a shield of broken metal and stone around it and the Eldar.


"Make..you're..choice "

Beltayn grunts and winces at the Daemon's strength, nearly passing out from the pressure. He glares hatefully into its eyes.

"I am sure many of my kind have fallen to your own kind, filth, but I have been forged against such weakness!" He yells defiantly. "What is it that you want from me?"

Ludias was crushed. His emotions were something he could usually control but proffesionally and emotionally he was crushed, for the first time in living memory his devices had failed and his only friend was being crushed and he couldnt help.

He yelled at the wall of steel
"How the hell do you expect us to even think about joining you if your so bloody agressive? why dont you just let us talk rather than trying to kill us?"

"I...did not...believe one...would try to...talk...if like you...but I will talk and you...will listen..now."

The Employer disables the shield but keeps Bel in it's psychic grasp

"Come...to me...Assassin."

Ludias walks forwards anashamedly reloading all his guns just in case. But he does take of his mask so he can look at the daemon properly. His dark hair and enchanting grey eyes have no effect on the daemon whereas those same features could get him any girl in the sector if he really wanted. No those features were now etched with fury.
"Put him down Daemon"

It drops Bel and moves towards the assassin and bows it's head before lowering it's arm and tapping the Assassins rage filled face, it pulls back the metal arm and it's eyes flicker brightly with power and growls but moves back.

"You seek vengeance and you have found you're only friend, the Eldar. But you feel so much pain, it is glorious and I can finally leave this shell. But I offer you something, the ultimate weapon. All I need is you're eternal service."

An amazing weapon appears, crafted to perfect standards and utterly amazing.

Storm looks at the weapon. A rifle crafted as if to fit his body perfectly. He asks if he may take the weapon and look at it to decide

he takes the weapon and holds it as if to fire but shakes his head and hands it back
"You really know nothing about me"
He takes his own rifle and shows it to the Daemon.
"This weapon was crafted by me and I know its every function I trust this weapon more than I trust myself and you think i would give it away for some kind of Daemonically forged weapon and slavery? Im a mercanery. I will work for you if you can pay me. Maybe. Probably not especially if my friend refuses. But please make your offers less offending."

Beltayn flops onto the ground and is winded, he watches and listens as the daemons speaks. Beltayn weakly activates the vox which is still in both of their ears.

"Do not...agree...with anything...he says, Ludias...all daemons are liars...he does not want to...please you...he wants your...soul...They...said the same things...to my people, at the beginning...and we have...payed dearly for...our willingness...to cooperate..." Bletayn manages to gasp before he sighs and passes out on the ground from the shock of the pressure exerted on his body...

Ludias hears his friends words and looks at the Daemon thinking quickly
"Ill have to think on your offer. Im not one to rush into things and I prefer if possible to plan. I will not accept this offer without due consideration. The first thing you can do to gain some modicom of trust is to allow us, that being myself Beltayn and Hunter, to travel out of this fortress unharmed."

"Fine mortals but if you betray us you will die."


A group of Iron Warriors which takes them to the gates of the fortress allowing them safe passage while being watched carfully by a Employer who observes the Snipers with great intreast.

Walking out of the fortress with Hunter close behind the trio end up outside the fortress near the landing site of Ludais' ship. Placing Bel' gently on the ground he looks hunter in what he assumes is the marines eyes.
"Im taking first watch, Ill wake you at midnight."

"Fine with me, they'll talk to you in you're mind and will try to turn you but they don't want you dead. They could off crushed us instantly."

Hunter lies down and begins to sleep leaving the sniper alone in the dark amongst the shadows. That thing was watching them, it was watching in the dark and didn't stop. It would have them soon and had got into his mind and had shaken his friend.

-.- why did you change it?
alright editing mine

It didn't fit, sorry.

Ludias wasnt worried. He was a self admittedly very loyal person. Especially to his only friend. All he could do was wait.

OOC: I was gonna smack the farseer around a bit but I got ninja'd...oh well...

yeah likewise youll notice that in my pre edited post (f you can remember it) she got filled with "Ultimate weapon" bullets, and if that cant kill her I dont know what will

"Can you."

A tall Eldar Farseer appears carrying a corrupt version off a a singing spear and obviously corrupt by Chaos, she stands over him.

"They offer you grand power, take it and you're friend will live forever."

The Farseer's advance on Ludias and Hunter is stopped by a single word uttered in Eldar tongue and yelled with fire.

"Faithless!" Beltayn shouts. The fallen Farseer turns to see Beltayn standing, his head now bare and his face revealed. He snarls in anger and holds his sabre in an offensive stance. He reaches into his pocket and pulls out a gold pendant with a single ruby worked into it, it is the symbol of his Craftworld, that of Altaioc, he holds it out for the Farseer to see.

"Your treachery ends now!" He yells and sprints at inhuman speed, swinging for the Farseer's neck.

"If I know Beltayn at all he wouldnt want to live forever. And even if he did he wouldnt want me making that choice for him. So what if I die. I've still honoured my friendship with him."

The Farseer dodges the attack and moves into a defensive stance, she raises her hand and sighs

"I lost everything, my brother, my Craftworld, my friends to Chaos and them. I embraced it and I was rewarded with joy even if it is dark, he betrayed me again the weak fool. Cowardly and scared."

(what attack?)
"Your friends? Who would be your friend?"
Ludias sees the pain in the farseer and decides to listen for a time.
"Im sorry, that come out harsher than I intended. Please, tell me what happened"

"He'd lost everything and tried to save them and in return would serve Chaos, he gave in and with no choice I exepeted my foul brothers offer. I became like him and assisted my friend but he fell to his brothers blows, I almost lost my mind slaughtering and murdering those who opposed me gaining favour from the Employers who restored me to my former glory but I feel only sorrow. I feel my minds being torn apart slowly for my actions and I'm going mad."

"Your friend? Fell to his brothers blows? Who would suffer that fate?"

"A space wolf, he'd loved him as a brother and tore into him with his own axe destroying any favour with the Chaos Gods."

(My attack...

*gets popcorn* this is the good part, we get to listen about the stuff we did in the last RP...)

Finds Fenris DVD and sticks it in the DVD player only to realise it's scratched

nooooooooo

Ludias looked shocked, they had all heard of Marius soulcore. He was a legend having essentially started his saga in the same place they were now. Not nessecarily the same planet but in the eye none the less.

His eyes widen as he realises who the farseer is. The same one who Marius held within his sarcophagus.

The assassin gently woke Bel' and Hunter,
"You two are going to want to hear this."

He turns back to the farseer adn turns the fulle ffect of his enchanting appearance on her.
"We would be honoured to hear the tale"

"He strode through the eye like a storm crushing Daemon and marine alike with a flick of a finger, destroying titans and great creations of the dark mechanium with utter ease and destroyed the beasts that assailed him and his brothers. He carved then apart with his axes with utter ease and returned to his world in a storm of glory and greatness and joined the ancients and battled the sons of Magnus In protection of his world saving my soul from destruction and shielding me from the enemy but the enemy corrupted him by taking those close to him and crushing his heroic spirit and replacing it with a foul and evil Daemonic shadow that used him until the one Mikal destroyed him and himself. "

(You make it sound so much more epic than it really was)
"What was his name?"

"Marius, it shocked any servant off Chaos Daemon or mortal and caused the ground move under his steps. He was a angel of Russ until he fell."

(>.< Im flattered reaper)
"He sounds like it... Tell me about his brother, Mikal"

"A fine warrior that did his duty in times off peril and distress and fought till the end with only the safety off his brothers in his mind."

Must go now. Post later today.

(Damn, ninja'd again, retroactive to blood's... )

Beltayn recovers from his failed attack and at his friend's interest, he holds his anger for another time though he still stands with his weapon in hand and glares at the daemonic farseer, no matter how badly he wants to end her...

That does not keep him from listening to the story though...

"Yes, tell us of the one who brought this fallen giant to his due retribution." Beltayn egged the farseer on.

>.<

omg i missed your earlier post Warork -.- FAIL

Tyranic Marta wrote:>.<

omg i missed your earlier post Warork -.- FAIL

OOC: Dont worry about it..

dont worry im not worried... hang on lolwut

dw

arrgh

lets not be bothered by it

Okaaaay, I leave for about 1 night and I miss two pages...

... nobody ever waits for Kais before they continue...

... can somebody please tell me whats happened?

Not much except an Employer attacked WARORK and Marta retreated and the corrupt Farseer followed them


Flash back time

"Using the great warriors former blade, he stood against his former brothers blows and when the time was right he destroyed the mind off the once great hero. Ending his own in the process and finally setting them both to rest."

"Now I share my life with foul beasts and insane daemons who care nothing for each other, and I fully deserve it for following the same path and serving them..."

Syrath appears again and grabs the corrupt Farseer by the neck and drags her towards him, pointing his sharpened and silver blade like hands towards her neck and growling with a bloody rage;

"I will have my revenge, you traitor. Resume you're real form do not hide behind the illusions off the past!"

Syrath growls and raises his blades to neck and hisses and moves forward obviously enraged by the former Farseers actions;

"You gladly betrayed me when the Employers arose and left me in utter hell, now I will and can slice you apart."

The Daemon raises his claw for the first strike with no intention off a painless death....

Ludais looks mildly amused. Raising his rifle and aiming at syrath he speak loudly and clearly.
"You deamon are weak. And this bullet is capable of desintegrating your esscence. I would leave the... lady alone if I were you. She wasnt done talking."

Beltayn leans on his sword and watches with arched eyebrows as the serpent daemon again appears and this time goes after the farseer. Beltayn also watches as Ludias goes for his rifle and points it at Syrath. Beltayn shrugs

"You really want to get into a family argument, Ludias?" He asks. Ludias looks up at him with an uncompromising glare and Beltayn relents, grabbing his own rifle and aiming it at the two reluctantly with a sigh.

(A glare really? >.< )
"If only to hear the rest of the story, from thence i see no reason to keep these daemons apart."

Tyranic Marta wrote:(A glare really? >.<
"If only to hear the rest of the story, from thence i see no reason to keep these daemons apart."

It was supposed to be funny...

oh well, I'll keep my day job...

it was funny lol

hence the >.<

Syrath looks towards the Snipers and growls keeping his claws near the neck off the Farseer;

"I will have my Revenge, on her not you..."

Syrath moves back dropping the Farseer and moving back into the shadows, the Farseer is forced to steady herself using her staff and sighes;

"You should off let him do it, after all that I have done why would you help me?"

"Because I like your story"
Ludais saw not a complicated man, he did what he wanted when he wanted and few could stand in his way. And this place brought that out in him. With little else to occupy himself with he would take the opportunity to milk this particular source of amusement for all it was worth.

"They destroyed one another in a bloody battle, his death sent the hordes of Chaos fleeing and I was left to slaughter Tau.Now I am forced to serve along side Warp spawn and other foul things for my mistakes, the Employers continue to gain power and I am left serving them. End my dammed existence please and let me rest!"

The Farseer bows her head, utterly shammed by what she has become and why.