Nevorus is a large Penal World but it holds some of the Imperiums worst criminals and even some xenos, each one scum of the Imperium, each one going to spend the rest of their lives trapped. But not all will be order, the local Imperial Guardsmen the Korvax 12th Regiment a brutal and perfect warriors sent to the world to be the worlds guardians, Orkz WAAAGH! lead by Kap'n Lootbagz a true Ork one of the most wanted Ork Bozz and one of the most Lethal raider in the sector, listening to the cries of pain and suffering Chaos flooded from rips from the warp and with them chaos hordes flooded out daemons and the lost alike, With the word of Chaos flooding from the warp the Eldar came to the planet to repeal the true evil of the galaxy. With all these forces on this living hell which force would be conquer this world and who would fall under their boots.



Right i know the beginning is short but it gives you where you are. If you wish to be SM, CSM or Nids send me a PM of your Character and I'll give it a read and tell you if you can use it or not.

Right here is a Character Sheet:

Name:
Age:
Bio:
Equipment:
Weapons:
Appearance:

Example (Me):

Name: Sycil
Age: Unknown rumours say 3000 years old.
Bio: Sycil has been a deadly foe against the Imperium for years, his warriors rape, kill and pillage everyone and everything each world he has attack is left with scars and it's people always mutter one name 'Sycil' each one that survived knows of the terror he has spread. Warriors who have been in battle against him believe he is unkillable each warrior that has struck him and destroyed him have died hours later each one the same way, their faces frozen in terror and their rib-cage ripped open, everytime foes see Sycil they turn away in fear and dread. Now Sycil has stepped foot on Nevorus each foe he finds will feel his hate and all women will have no where to hide from his vile tastes.
Equipment: Daemonic armour, Daemonic spell book and mark of Slaanesh.
Weapons: Boltgun and Power sword.
Powers (If psyker): Acquiescence and Gift of Chaos
Appearance:


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Join if you want and if you do Have fun!

Characters
Player: black templar
Name: Sycil
Age: Unknown rumours say 3000 years old.
Bio: Sycil has been a deadly foe against the Imperium for years, his warriors rape, kill and pillage everyone and everything each world he has attack is left with scars and it's people always mutter one name 'Sycil' each one that survived knows of the terror he has spread. Warriors who have been in battle against him believe he is unkillable each warrior that has struck him and destroyed him have died hours later each one the same way, their faces frozen in terror and their rib-cage ripped open, everytime foes see Sycil they turn away in fear and dread. Now Sycil has stepped foot on Nevorus each foe he finds will feel his hate and all women will have no where to hide from his vile tastes.
Equipment: Daemonic armour, Daemonic spell book and mark of Slaanesh.
Weapons: Boltgun and Power sword.
Powers (If psyker): Acquiescence and Gift of Chaos
Appearance:



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Player: thenoobbomb
Name: Lieutenant Dexter, Korvax 12th Regiment Platoon Alpha, right hand of Colonel Valkhorst
Age: 31
Bio: Lieutenant Dexter has made a fast carreer in the Imperial Guard. He started as a conscript in the Korvax 12th, born in the cold and harsh reaches on the northern part of Korvax. He is cold-blooded, fast, and some say even a tactical genius. It is said he has never fled from the battlefield (untrue, he and his platoon have made several 'tactical retreats'), and he is surprisingly good in close combat. As a veteran, he was noticed by the Regiment's leader, Colonel Valkhorst. As the former officer of Platoon Alpha got Killed In Action, Dexter got the position, and since that day he goes to war, as officer of the Korvax 12th.
Equipment: Flak armour, meltabombs, , frag & krak grenades, always accompanied by his retinue.
Weapons: Chainsword,boltpistol, lasgun
Appearance: Tall, muscular, blue eyes, blond hair.

Name: Lieutenant Dexter, Korvax 12th Regiment Platoon Alpha, right hand of Colonel Valkhorst
Age: 31
Bio: Lieutenant Dexter has made a fast carreer in the Imperial Guard. He started as a conscript in the Korvax 12th, born in the cold and harsh reaches on the northern part of Korvax. He is cold-blooded, fast, and some say even a tactical genius. It is said he has never fled from the battlefield (untrue, he and his platoon have made several 'tactical retreats'), and he is surprisingly good in close combat. As a veteran, he was noticed by the Regiment's leader, Colonel Valkhorst. As the former officer of Platoon Alpha got Killed In Action, Dexter got the position, and since that day he goes to war, as officer of the Korvax 12th.
Equipment: Flak armour, meltabombs, , frag & krak grenades, always accompanied by his retinue.
Weapons: Chainsword,boltpistol, lasgun
Appearance: Tall, muscular, blue eyes, blond hair.

Welcome Noob.

I'll play as him, since the Colonel is doing other manly things on the planet, like sutting in a bunker watching holograms.

If we get two more people then we will start.

'Great. This whole prison is empty, sir.'
Lieutenant Dexter looked at the soldier.
'That means they're either somewhere else or dead and somewhere else.'
'Yes sir. What are we going to do now?'
'You could start by looking to the sky.'
Eldar ships moved through the air, with inhuman speed.
'Corperal Hemsky, contact the Colonel. Tell him the Eldar are near our positions and that this prison is empty. Ask him our orders.'
'Yes sir.' The vox caster would walk a bit from the group of guardsmen and followed his orders.
Dexter turned to the soldier who had reported him on the prison's state.
'Find out if any soldiers have gone missing. Oh, and tell the ladies to stay vigilant. This ain't a nice, friendly world.'

On the ash covered field of the penal world there was silence not even a single sound was heard no wind, no screams nothing. Suddenly crackles echoed then a mighty roar as a warp portal ripped open and from it swarms of daemons crawled, flew and clawed there way through to reality in front of them all was a dark figure that would take this world for his dark god...Sycil his weapons by his side and his armour glowing with dark power.
"Warriors! This world will be a price for Slaanesh and we will be the ones to give it to him! Now set up camp here!" Sycil ordered his troops, he walked away from the portal and looked over to the might Prison miles away.
"I can smell there fear. Especally their women they fear the damned souls that rot in cells, but they will fear us!" Sycil cackled as his warriors made there camp.
"My lord will there be more allies to assist us in the assault?" A turned guardsman asked his face covered by a mask.
"We will see if any have the spine too!" The dark lord replied.

Not sure whether I should join...

Chaos and my RP characters always go a little awry...

I want to though...

Your more then welcome Blap. I think your character will fit in well.

'Colonel's orders are to stay here and wait untill reinforcements.'
'How long will that take?'
'May take a few days, they're pulling menn from the frontlines. When the reinforcements arrive, we are to attack those Eldar, if they're still here.'
'Yeah, if... Man the walls. We are digging in.'
Guardsmen would walk towards the walls and deploy there, along with heavy weapons. The Leman Russ Vanquisher they had with them moved to the gate to stand guard there.

The soldier returned to the lieutenant.
'No men have gone missing, sir.'
'That's atleast one positive thing.'
'But..'
'But? What?'
'All weapons in the guardhouse have gone missing'
'So there's a possible escape?'
'Yes sir.'
'Great,, just what we need...'

Model : Storm trooper
Name : Fenrir Asator.
Age : 29
Background : Born in the far north of the world into the harsh life that waits all those who are born in that ever frozen realm. He was inducted into the Imperial Guard after displaying a uncanny skill with both blade and gun. Once enrolled he soon begun making a name for himself as he showed his talent for wet work, the day he rose to fame was when after his squad had been decimated by traitor fire, the lone man picked himself up and crept trough no mans land and knocked out two heavy weapon positions before locating and killing the enemy officer in charge of the section. After doing so he doused the blood splattered command bunker in Amasec, and with a flare gun set it a blaze.
Weapons : Hellgun, las pistiol and frag/krak grenades plus a combat blade
Appearence : Pale as snow, dark brown hair and battleship grey eyes

Now let's try...

Name: Sorjik Vlachen
Age: 24
Bio: Sorjik was born to a feral family on Thaust, a frozen, desolate rock in space that only those who had the guidance of the natives could survive upon. Early in his life, he had shown great potential to become a powerful warrior, having killed a Dweller Ape nearly twice the size of him with his bare hands. When the Emperor's Wolves chapter came through looking for recruits, Sorjik was chosen, named and underwent the long sequence to become a space marine. He is now a scout for the company, a very bold, fearless and ferocious assaulter with little regard for teamwork or personal safety.
Equipment: Scout Armour.
Weapons: Combat Knife, Flamer
Appearance:

Sorjik paced through the prison at speed. He had been garrisoned on the planet at the time, and had been informed about the location of the guardsmen and the rift. He came to where the Lieutenant was reported to be; as the highest authority at the facility, he needed to speak with him immediately to inform him about the type of enemy they were fighting. It wasn't just Eldar that had landed, and because of the nature of this threat the information needed to be transferred securely. He came to the room where the Lieutenant was stationed, to meet him talking to another guardsmen.
"Lieutenant Dexter, I need to tell you something."
"Spit it out, I've got bigger problems."
"Lieutenant, this information must be relayed to you and you alone. Could you please ask this soldier to leave?"

'Do as he says.'
The guardsman walked out.
'Marine. What brings you here, and where are your squadmates, since I assume you are not alone. Also, if you want to be sure noone hears us, we should get inside.'
He nodded to the door of a cel.

Glad you guys have joined. Have fun.

 thenoobbomb wrote:
'Do as he says.'
The guardsman walked out.
'Marine. What brings you here, and where are your squadmates, since I assume you are not alone. Also, if you want to be sure noone hears us, we should get inside.'
He nodded to the door of a cel.

"Very well."
They strode into the cell and closed the heavy door behind them.
"My squad is currently setting out on patrols. We have been briefed, and I shall soon join them. However, there is a major matter of importance. A warp rift has recently opened on this planet, and we have confirmation that the servants of Chaos have been sighted. Lieutenant, we are under attack from daemons."
"Are you sure it wasn't just the Eldar entering? I've heard stories of them travelling through portals..."
"Lieutenant, it is confirmed."

'Allright.. Daemons.' he nodded as he started to realise what happened.
'Do you have numbers, allegience, positions, anything that can be of use? Only Daemons, or other traitors too? Damn this. I'll need to inform the colonel about this soon.'

He prepared to open the door of the cell, but waited for the answer.

Sycil stud and looked over his camp all his warriors were sitting around make-shift fires or fighting with eachother, Sycil knew that they wanted to feel a woman's flesh after their long wait in the warp marching through the warp felt like it was eternal. Suddenly one of the cultist came running towards Sycil, the dark lord spun round and grabbed the weak mortal by the throat.
"What do you want?" Sycil hissed as he dropped the mortal.
"My lord we saw the prison and it is filled with the lap dogs of the false Emperor. What would you have us do?" The cultist asked not lifting his head from the ground.
"Lead two squads against the wall and test their defences!" The dark lord replied with a evil chuckle.
"But my lord we will be slaughtered!" The mortal muttered lifting his head up.
"You disobay me? Then I will Judge your fate!" Sycil growled lifting his hand above the cultist. The mortal began to wimper and plead for his life, but the dark lord never stopped.
"You fate has been judged.........You will be impailed then burned to send a message." Sycil's voice boomed as two damned guardsmen dragged the screaming man away.
"You! Your leading the assualt now go!" The dark lord hissed to a different guardsmen.
"Yes lord! Right everybody move out!" The Guardsmen said as he walked off to asault the prison.

 thenoobbomb wrote:
'Allright.. Daemons.' he nodded as he started to realise what happened.
'Do you have numbers, allegience, positions, anything that can be of use? Only Daemons, or other traitors too? Damn this. I'll need to inform the colonel about this soon.'

He prepared to open the door of the cell, but waited for the answer.

"The Colonel was informed immediately after confirmation. Due to the nature of the enemy, we cannot disclose any further information, but due to the nature of Daemons, it is unlikely much useful information can be recovered. Keep a stern watch over your men, as the presence of chaos easily sways them into it's grasp. Keep them loyal to the Emperor. You must only tell them that they are fighting a heretic force for now."
The Lieutenant opened the door.
"Lieutenant, are there any tasks that I could aid you with? If not, I shall head out to patrols immediately."

'There's not a lot you can do for us here. You should return to the patrols. We'll tell the men they're going to fight heretics.'
He walked outside, noticing commotion among the men.
'What's going on?!'
'Soldiers heading our way, sir!'
'Enemies?'
'We think so.'
'Open fire, all men, battle stations, NOW!'

Sorjik heard the shouting and bolted through the corridor, activating the vox caster.
"The prison is under assault now! Get over here!"
A brief second passed, then a variety of grunts came through the vox in agreement. Sorjik took out his Flamer, primed the canister, and leaped to the bottom floor through a stairwell.
"Get your arms ready! Incoming!"

'You there, find out where the fug those stormtroopers are! Fire as you're trained to do, damnit! Have faith in the Emperor!'
He kept on shouting, barking out order after order. He loaded his bolt pistol, readied his chainsword, and took aim. Corporal Hemsky grabbed a vox caster and started repeating the lieutenant's orders to those on the rooftop, via vox.

OOC: I'm gonna assume they are guardsmen attacking, correct?

OOC: Traitor guards and cultists combined.

Sycil could hear the cracks of lasguns and the cries to the dark gods, the warrior of the false Emperor would open fire soon slaughtering most of the his followers but it was a easy sacrifce.
"My lord there is a strange tribe on this world. What do you want us to do?" A messenger said to the dark lord.
"How do the survive in this hell?" Sycil said turning towards the warrior.
"They live in a cave system not far from here. They are perfect for our pleasure and sacrifice." The mortal man said.
"Then we will have them." The dark lord replied as he headed back to the camp. He headed towards the assault transports each one had chaos markings.
"Ready the Chimeras!" He ordered climbing into one of the tainted tank.
"The primative mortals will be my slaves!"

20 men in purple clothes, some in tight, contorting robes and some in armour, marched over the hill. Volleys of Las-fire began to roar from the armoured traitors guns, while the cultists ran towards the prison, chanting heathen phrases. Sorjik began to order the guardsmen at the ground.
"AIM AT THE CULTISTS! THE ONES ABOVE WILL DEAL WITH THE TRAITORS!"
Sorjik took out his flamer, with his knife fixed to the end, and charged.

'Always knew Astartes were just plain suicidal..' Dexter muttered to himself. He opened fire with his bolt pistol on the traitors. The entire platoon was here, he saw as he counted the numbers. Only the stormtroopers weren't there. They had comee with them. If they would be 'making the ladies feel safe' again, he would personally make himself some new boots from their flesh..

Waves of fire engulfed the cultists that Sorjik could catch, but many of them were so lithe that they could jump over or slide under. Many just ran past. Some that were caught walked through the flames with only minor burns, still driven by the frenzy.
Sorjik turned around, stunned, before being hit with a high-power shot in the back of his armour, punching a clean hole through the carapace armour and melting part of his fatigues. He quickly turned around again, finding the guardsman who had shot him and running directly towards him, slugging off a great many shots before leaping and planting the knife directly between the traitor's eyes, then looked around as the rest of the squad pounced on him with knifes and lasguns. He thrashed, helplessly, kicking one in the chest and killing them, but quickly had himself pinned down and his armour being slashed. He struggled to dislodge one, so he could attack them.

'FIX BAYONETS!'
As one, the guardsmen mounted their bayonets on their lasguns.
'Charge! For glory!!'
The guardsmen all ran towards the remaining traitors, still firing their lasgunns. Those with flamers readied their knives and prepared to burn the mutants.

OOC: Rp'ing on your phone ain't easy.

A stray las-shot hit a traitor in the head, stunning him momentarily. Sorjik grabbed him and hurled him at the other guardsmen at his feet, knocking them down. He jumped back to his feet, bringing the one that had pinned down his other hand to the floor, cracking his head open on impact. Quickly dropping onto the guardsmen he had knocked down, he began to pummel them into the ground.

Dexter's chainsword bit deep in the cultist. His bolt pistol blasted apart the head of. a second one. He pulled his chainsword out of the bloody pulp that were the remains of the cultist's body. Everywhere around him guardsmen got stuk in the melee, stabbing and slashing with their bayonets at the traitors.

 thenoobbomb wrote:
'You there, find out where the fug those stormtroopers are! Fire as you're trained to do, damnit! Have faith in the Emperor!'
He kept on shouting, barking out order after order. He loaded his bolt pistol, readied his chainsword, and took aim. Corporal Hemsky grabbed a vox caster and started repeating the lieutenant's orders to those on the rooftop, via vox.

Some distance from the now rather heated battle the dark shadowes of the regimental storm troopers made the nigth seem more unsafe than it in fact was. the silence was broken when the ear pice of the squad leader came to life.
Fenrir pressed his ear pice " Hold on to your lunch whelp, we will be there shortly! Estimaited enemy numbers and armament?" he finnished already moving at a good pace.
Unslinging his hellgun he issued squad orders as they silently ran, once more into the fray he thougth.

The grinding of the Chimera's tracks roared through the small hull each warrior in the cramped space was ready to slay anything. Sycil at next to his bodyguard 8 turned stormtrooper armed with chainswords and power fists each one of them a lethal fighter. Suddenly a Vox-Caster crackled into life.
"My lord we are being slaughtered! There are Adeptus Astartes forces along side Guardsmen." The damned guardsman yelled.
"Then try and kill them!" The Chaos lord yelled. Only sounds that came through the Vox after was just screams and death, the dark lord deactivated the Vox Caster and prepared to exit the Chimera.
"Right I want each of these peseants!" Sycil said as the Chimera stopped and began to exit.

'Once you lot are there?' the scream of a dying. traitor could be heard 'Knowing your normal speed, they're probably all dead I'd hurry up if you want something to tell the rest about.'

 thenoobbomb wrote:
'Once you lot are there?' the scream of a dying. traitor could be heard 'Knowing your normal speed, they're probably all dead I'd hurry up if you want something to tell the rest about.'

Smiling at the reply from the obviously stressed troops Fenrir said "I see, well dont die until we link up." he said and cut the link. Ahead the battle raged, the hiss of weapon fire and muffled thud's of explosions filled the air. The storm troopers now could see the enemy and the flashes of return fire from the defenders.
"Kill anything that moves, watch your arks of fire and report any signs of non human traitor forces! When we reach the compound make safe your position and vox in. " was the order that he gave to his men.
his hell gun joined the hail of fire his squad begun to unload in the enemy as they advanced. Return fire whiped past, or skidded of their heavy carapace armor.

Once again Lieutenant Dexter's chainsword got smashed inside one of the traitors. The chainsword did it's work, and gore spat all over the Lieutenant's face. He pulled the weapon out of the traitor guardsman, and turned around, obliterating the head of another one who had tried to kill him from behind, the coward he was.

He saw the stormtroopers arrive.
'They're not to late this time.. Smart choico of 'em.' He said to himself, and started fighting more of the traitors in their filthy purple clothes.

His weapon sang a song that he knew could rival any choir found int the Imperium, it sent lances of seering fury into the midts of his foul foes and cut them down. This was it meant to be alive, his men had punched like a mailed fist into the rear of the enemy. It was to his relife only lowly men and women and not daemonic forces that awaited them.
Knowing they had to exploit the confusion amongst their enemy he ordered his remaining men that had survived the brutal battle for the section they had breached to make good speed and secure the Lieutenant. As the pale trooper rounded a corner he barely avoided a blade aimed at his guts, he side stepped a blow from a axe and rammed his bayonet into the guts of his foe and fired several shots to make sure the bastard did not get up again.

Sorjik scrambled up from the pile of dead men, grasping his flamer and observing as the Stormtroopers began to wipe out the remainder of the forces. He charged and joined their counter assault, bellowing prayers as he brought his feet and fists down on the cultists, cracking necks on knees and heads on stone.

Name: Kap'n Lootbagz

Age: Oo gives a Zog?!

Bio: Kap'n Lootbagz iz da shootiest, lootiest, freebootin'ist Kap'n eva to terrurize da Galaxy. 'Is Scally-WAAAGH! is commin' tah Neverous tah Loot da Gak outta it, an' join in wiv da big scrap!

Equipment: Me Kap'ns coat, me flashy hat, me Bionik Eye, and me Iron Gob

Weapons: I gots me Powah Klaw (Da Kan Openah) an' me 'Uge Shoota, as well as me trusty Kutlass

Appearance:

Splitting the cloud cover, a single Rok impacted the surface of Neverous. Small enough to land undetected, the ramshackle asteriod-turned-transport still made a sizeable crater, but this was of no consequence to it's inhabitants.

Clambering out over the ridge created by the landing, Kap'n Lootbagz, accompanied by his trusty Nobz retinue and a Handful of his most trusted boyz, gathered their bearings. Ashen plains surrounded them, devoid of any sign of life save for the faint glow of battle off to the North.

"Right den ladz" the Kap'n gestured for his small detachment to gather in to him, as if they were in danger of being heard. "Dere's gotta be sumthin' gud on dis 'umie plannit, uvverwise dem spikey boyz wuldn't 'ave come 'ere. So we'z gonna find out wot!"

"But, Kap'n" a boy towards the front of the group queried, "why didn't we just get da rest ov da boyz down 'ere an' stomp dem all anywayz? Dat wuld be much easier...." a back-handed strike to the face sent the apparently too talkative Ork reeling backwards, smacking in to a pair of other boyz stood behind him. "Shuttit! We needz to be careful. We'z gotta find out wot's on dis 'ere plannit, and 'ow many squishies dere are. DEN we can get da rest of da krew. But first, we gotta do some re...rekkon..."

"Rekkonisunce, Kap'n?" Ol' Rustynutz, Lootbagz' chief Mek and all-round brainboy, interjected.

"Yeah, dat...We gotta be all snikky like". "Purfek, my favoritt" grinned Shakfug, or "Da Snikky Wun", as he's more commonly known. With that, Lootbagz swiveled, and marched off in the direction of the distant glow.

(Hoping this is better guys!)

OOC: Methinks that might be a little OP. You've essentially called down an entire Waaagh in one moment without any prior warning...

 TheFatElf wrote:
Raining down from the sky with the fury of an Exterminatus bombardment, Kap'n Lootbagz and the entirety of his Krew crashed down onto Neverous aboard a score of Roks. Barely before they had landed, a tide of Green swept from the asteroid-turned-transports, led by the hulking Kap'n and his retinue of Nobz. Bounding up a rocky outcrop, Lootbagz took a few moments to survey the horizon, until he spotted the distant glow of raging battle.

"Rite den ladz, dat way! WAAAGH!"

His warcry was echoed back to him in a brutal chorus of gutteral voices, as his vast following of Greenskins surged forward, eager to get stuck in.

................Not amusing, i agree with Blap

I didn't mean it to come across that way, sorry!

I'll edit my post, apologies again.

EDIT: Toned it down, It was completely unintentional to overpower it so. Hate to be off to such a poor start

Sycil walked through the dimmly light caves as he and his warriors made there way down they came to a gateway, roughly 15 feet skulls around it.
"Who is that?" A voice yelled as a little slot opened up and a primitive human's face appeared it was covered in paints and tattoos.
"Open the gate now!" Sycil growled. But the native shut the hatch then ran off yelling in the native language. Enraged Sycil and his bodyguard slashed at the walls and smashed the gateway open, the native warriors were armed with primative spears and shields made of bones one foolish warrior charged at the dark lord but was stopped by a sword to the throat then ripped the blade free.
"Who is next?" Sycil chuckled readying his weapons.
"STOP!" A voice boomed, Sycil looked up and saw a native in a large bone headress and robes.
"I am head of the joco tribe. I will offer you a tribute if you leave us." The Chieftan yelled.
"If you wish." Sycil said bowing his head.
"I offer my daugther. She will be yours if you leave." The Chieftan said pulling his daugther towards the door way she was a thin build, pale skin and red hair.
"Your gift is perfect lord i accecpt." Sycil said as he walked the steps to claim his new prize, as he reached the top he walked to the chieftan and smashed both the native's knees.
"But I must pass my judgement on you before I let you life!" The dark lord laughed as he placed his hand over the primative human's head, in protest the other men of the tribe tried to save their leader but Sycil's warriors stopped them in their tracks.
"Hmmmmm you have a dark past but you believe me to be a daemon....I wish it was that simply. You sentence death, i will let your waste fear take you!" Sycil laughed as he began to open his helmet from it dark shadows flooded from it and all that could be heard was a dark echoing laugh of Sycil, suddenly from the shadows a large daemonic talon shot from the helmet and grabbed the chieftan's head and dragged it into the helmet, Sycil's helmet slammed shut decapitaing the chieftan. In terror the chieftan's daugther tried to run along with the rest of the tribe but before she could get away Sycil grabbed her.
"Don't forget your father's last words! Kill the men take the women!" Sycil order as he dragged the young woman to the transport waiting outside. In the cave the screams of terror and the ruby drops of blood covered the walls, the dark warriors had their prizes.

"Zog me, dats wun tuff spikeyboy..." Lootbagz exhaled. Watching from a small outcrop a few dozen feet from the gate, Lootbagz had witnessed the slaughter of the natives with ebbing confidence. He turned to his krew.

"Rite boyz, we're wastin' our time, nuffink to see 'ere." he pronounced cheerfully, and began marching of in the exact opposite direction.
"But...boss...wot about da stompin?"
"Deres plenty o'dat to be had elsewhere, now c'mon!"

At that moment, a roving Chaos scout transport swept overhead, banking to face the Orks.

"...Oh. 'Ello."

the sound of battle began to eb away.
'Was that.. the last of them?'
'Think so.'
'And the stormtroopers arrived in time?'
'Yeah they killed some.'
'That must be new for them. Count and bury the dead. Burn the heretics.'

As the dark lord exited the cave with his new prize, but as he dragged the woman out he saw his forces surrounding a group of large orks.
"What are you doing on this world Ork?" Sycil hissed throwing the woman to the ground and grabbing his bolter. In responce the Ork Nobz readied there weapons for a fight.
"Ah Iz take it ya da Spikeyboy boss. Wez herz for our WAAAAGH!" The Largest Ork replied.
"Well since you will have more warriors arriving and I want these Imperial dogs dead I think a little agreement will go well. I think you should have any loot you want and I'll take what I want. If not then..." Sycil said looking left then right each one of his warriors lifted their weapons towards the Orks.
"We will have to work something else out." Sycil chuckled as he grabbed his prize and threw her inside his transport.

"Well, lemmie jus' konsult me krew here..." the Orks huddled together, reminiscent of the sports of Ancient Terra.

"Well, lemmie jus' konsult me krew here..." the Orks huddled together, reminiscent of the sports of Ancient Terra.

"Right, we'z doin' this, and dats dat."
"But boss...why dont we just smashem?"
"Fink about it; if we'z pretend that we'll do wot da big spikey boy wonts, let 'im boss us about a bit, 'e'll trust us. Wen wez got our loot n' shiny gubbinz, we'll call down the rest of da boyz and DEN we smashem!"

Lootbagz turned on his heel to readress the Chaos lord.

"Sure fing den, Mistah...err...Spikeyboy. We'z got a deal"

Seeing the corpses surrounding them, Sorjik turned to the Stormtroopers about him. They were exhausted and covered in blood like him, but showed the resilience and magnificence of humanity at it's finest.
"Men, I need to speak with you in private. Could we proceed inside?"

" Really now, well if you have such a need for it lead the way sir" came the reply from the pale trooper whi went by the name of Fenrir. Inside the closed vox link his squad shared he issued orders.

The soldiers slumped back into the building, into the largest cell available and shut the door.
"We have confirmation of Daemons on this planet as well as these forces. This is to be kept between the authorities that know; that is Space Marines, Inquisition agents, officers of Lieutenant or higher in the Imperial Guard, and anybody which has been judged as worthy of having this information."

'Casualties?'
'Eight men, 3 wounded, but nothing the medic can't fix.'
'Not bad. Get the men back on their posts.'
'yes sir.'
'Hemsky, have you reported to the Colonel?'
'Yes sir. They are pulling back Platoon Beta to send them to aid us.'
'Finally some good news around here.'

"Daemons? Have you been huffing paint! So you decided to tell us AFTER a metric ton of heretics tried to ambush us out in the wastes and after they attemted to overrun this sorry place!"

"I apologize. This information has only been recently dispatched, an hour ago at most. We have systems to deal with this, and as this is so urgent, we couldn't communicate through the registrars to get the information through in time. It is very rare that we administer information directly, but the situation calls for it. We cannot predict these."

"I see...Well in that case, consider yourself a friend of us all" Fenrir said and grinned. Picking a Ilho stick out of his pocket he lost himself in his thoughts for a few precious seconds.
he heard their new friend depart and turned to his men.
"Okay boys and girls! I want a evaluation on enemy troops and armament. And I also want someone to bring whoever calls them self commander around here in so I can meet him!"

This thing still open? I'm pretty busy, I can't promise I'll be able to post more than a few times a week, perhaps I could just be a scout or something, nothing too much...

"Very well, sergeant."
The Stormtrooper appeared lost in thought. He was pulling out some sort of compacted food bar. Sorjik never had really taken to the synthetic food of normal humans; the chapter very rarely served it anyway, due to the lack of sustenance.

Sorjik departed the room quickly. He began communicating through the vox on his way to the lieutenant.
"Are there any Space Marines near the prison? Is Scout Squad Arnor returning?"
The clearly recognizable voice of his sergeant came through the speaker.
"Negative. We're investigating a nearby convoy of Chimeras. We can't obtain any information about them. Keep it silent until further notice. The people who need to know are informed."
"Understood, sergeant. Estimated time of return?"
"No idea."
Sorjik flicked it back off and met the lieutenant.

Lieutenant Dexter had just returned to the prison and had made sure the patrols were doubled, when the scout approached him.
'You fought well. Anyways, I don't think you're here for talking about how good a fighter we all are. So, speak.'
He nodded.

"I've told the Stormtroopers. My squad will be delayed."

Name: Jarges
Age: 152
Bio: A Warp Spider exarch, Jarges risks his life in the most effective yet most risky type of eldar combat, and is more than happy to be killed by any enemy but the daemons of She Who Thirsts. He will destroy any enemy he comes across.
Equipment: Normal Warp Spider equipment.
Weapons: Web Spinners, Blades
Appearance:


Edit: Are there any other eldar yet?

'That'll make the stormtroopers see that were on important stuff. If I may ask, why is your squad. delayed?'

"I'm afraid not. The authorities that need to know have been informed. We'll hopefully going to be able to give the information soon."
Just as Sorjik was leaving the door, he turned back, remembering something.
"Lieutenant, due to the sheer nature of this situation, Space Marines are inbound. Until other marines arrive, I must ask that I am left to coordinate forces inbound to this prison."

"Dis is borin'" grumbled Knucklehead, Lootbagz' First Mate. The Kap'n and his Nobz were crammed into one of the handful of transports provided to them by Lord Sycil. Designed for human transportation, the transports weren't suited to accommodate such large frames, forcing the Nobz to sit hunch-backed and awkward.

"I still say we shooda jus' krumped da lot of 'em" one of Sycil's troops overseeing the transport shot the Greenskin a venemous look. "An' I still say you shuld shut yer bleedin' gob, ya loudmouf git!" the Kap'n delivered a sharp blow to Knucklehead's jaw, silencing the Ork. "Sorry boss, we'z just not 'ad a decent scrap in ages! It wuld'av been fun, dats all..."

"As much as I agrees wiv ya, Knu'klead, er...no offence or anyfink" Lootbagz gestured to the Guard, who glared back distainfully, "But we'z made a deal, and we gotta do da right fing and 'onour it".

Silence ensued.

Followed by snickers.

Chuckling.

The whole transport shook with raucous laughter.

OOC: Welcome I see I now have some Eldar to rape >: D.

BIC: Sycil could hear the Orks laughing in the next transport, the loud bloody greenskins but an ally is and ally even if they will betray him sometime.
"Can we just smash the brutish creature's skull in my lord?" One of the bodyguards asked turning to he dark master.
"In time. But first let them have their taste of battle, then they will bring the rest of their force but we will have more to battle with." Sycil replied as he grabbed his prize and dragged her towards the exit ramp.
"We are back my lord." The driver said stopping the transport. The pistons on the ramp hissied as they openned and the dark warriors exited aswell as the Orks, Sycil dragged his new prize to his tent and he warriors dragged their rizes to the pleasure pits.
"Oi Spikeyboy! Werz my loot!" The Large ork yelled. Sycil groaned, threw his prize in his tent and walked to the ork.
"Go to the Armoury they will give you some autocannons!"

The storm troopers whose numbers had been increased by the arrival of two other fire teams now numbers almost two hundred men, now turned their attention from defense to offensive actions. Well all but their sergeant and his two aids who still awaited the lieutenant.
The three towering troopers used sheer intimidation and the promise of brutal death to anyone who barr their way.
Fenrir grabbed the shaking trooper who acted as the lieutenants aid " Find that grox lover and get him here before I gut you and any other traitorous bastard who dares to wear the uniform of the Guard!"

OOC: 200 stormtroopers?!

 BlapBlapBlap wrote:
OOC: 200 stormtroopers?!

Where does it say this? 200 is a bit over the top, you could take a out my troops with that many.

EDIT: At the risk of sounding hypocritical, what with my WAAAGH! incident, I agree that 200 stormtroopers seems a bit OP Unless he meant a mix of stormies and general guardsmen?



"Wot?! Dese are pansy gunnz!" the Orks swept the weapons aside, and began rummaging through the armoury tent.

"Flimsy, pansy, krap...hey boss, wots dis?"
Lootbagz looked over and stared at the boy in awe. "Gimmie dat!" he ran over, snatched the weapon from the meagre (in comparison) Greenskin and pushed him to the floor.

"Wot duz it do, boss?"
"Well, dere's only wun way tah find out..."

A searing bolt of bright blue plasma shot through the canvas of the tent, carrying on into a group of Chaos troops, blowing their steaming bodies everywhere. A brief moment of stillness followed. The Orks gazed out of the singed hole, in shock of the accidental damage they'd caused. Laughter ensued, all within the tent booming in hysterics. All except the Kap'n. "Shut it, ladz!" his voice easily rose over the laughter. He pulled the boy he'd just floored up to his feet and thrust the Plasma Gun into his hands, just as a group of guards rushed in. "Who is responsible for this?!" the guard at the head of the group yelled.

The Orks remained silent for a second, before the unfortunate boy bearing the Plasma Gun was shoved to the front of the group. Lootbagz, his timing cunningly perfect, emerged from the group, bearing an unmistakable scowl.

"You fuggin' idiot! Look wot you did! So sorry about dis, spikeyboyz, dis wun's zogged in da 'ead...'es da wun dat shot yer gits, izn't dat rite boyz?" as if pre-rehearsed, all the other Greenskins in the tent proclaimed their agreement, incriminating the poor boy at the front.

"Is that so? Well then..." they seized the wrongly accused Ork, and dragged him away to whatever fate awaited him.

"Well..." Lootbagz said when the guards were out of earshot, "dat woz close".

The storm troopers whose numbers had been increased by the arrival of two other fire teams now numbers almost two hundred men, now turned their attention from defense to offensive actions. Well all but their sergeant and his two aids who still awaited the lieutenant.

Right I'll let 50 stormtroopers ok cause any over 100 will just kick everythings ass.

'Very well, ...commander.' the lieutenant would reply to the scout.

He walked towards the stormtroopers.
'I'd prefer you do not attempt or threat with physically harming the corporal, unless you want all contact shunned with the outside. You really don't want that. 'Cause if you do, I'll make myself some new boots from your skin. Now, what do you want?'

Before anyone goes and dies, it will be explained in the next post of mine, lets just say things has gone missing

 thenoobbomb wrote:
'Very well, ...commander.' the lieutenant would reply to the scout.

He walked towards the stormtroopers.
'I'd prefer you do not attempt or threat with physically harming the corporal, unless you want all contact shunned with the outside. You really don't want that. 'Cause if you do, I'll make myself some new boots from your skin. Now, what do you want?'

"For once you grox lover how about you keep your bloody men away from anything that belongs to us, secondly show some respect to soldiers above your ilk. And you as much lay a hair on me there wont be any Guardsmen alive here."

'May I remind you that I am still your superior and officer in command? And I can assure you that killing your fellow guardsmen is deemed Heresy by the Inquisition. With everything that is going on here, I suggest you calm down and explain what happened, instead of resorting to violence. Unless you insist on having a lot of guns pointed at you, be thrown by the Inquisition in the same catagory as those traitors and get an angry army trying to kill ya.'

Sorjik heard shouting from the corridor. He had spent the last few minutes beginning the coordination of Space Marine forces inbound; he had confirmation of support from one chapter so far; the Lions Defiant had pledged 20 tactical marines, 5 Devastators and the support of one of their most experienced sergeants to the guard of this prison. They were nearby at the time; their ETA was half a day.

He left the room to meet the lieutenant and the stormtroopers barking at each other.
"What is the problem here?"

"You have the nerve to ask that! After I find several of my men with their throats cut and heaps of gear missing from the quarters we where given. Whats worse is that the door had been opened with the same set of keys your men use.....And if getting the truth out of you lot deems me a heretic so bloody be it!!!" the pale trooper finished and began smoking furiously on a Ilho stick who illuminated his pale features while hi companions still gripped their hell guns with anger in their eyes.

"Until you find who did this NO ONE enters our quarters unless they are the lord of man kind themselves!"

"This is not the time for irrational behaviour. We cannot ignorant statements. You address the lieutenant with as much respect as any other authority figure; he is currently maintaining this facility."

Looking at the scout Fenrir simply smiled. " And I suppose you will have a explanation to why my men dies in their sleep? And if you did no notice I dont give two frakks about said rank. but if he where to say post a squad to keep an eye on things I may reconsider my opinion on him."

'You do know that when we entered this prison, all damn doors were open, couple of keys missing, and noone there at all?'

"Sergeant, with all due respect, it's a pure waste to dedicate an entire squad to your protection. Your men are surely competent enough to defend themselves; why not take shifts?"

"What........" a horrified look spreads across the face of the sergeant. "Oh Emperor tell it is not so...When we landed after our Grav chute insertion our coms where down." the man looks paler than normal and fumbles for the hilt of his weapon.

"Say you did not send any chatter our way? And that you got a reply. Because we had no com link with you lot until we reached the Ash waists due north of here-."

'Well I didn't send any comm to you guys. Maybe someone else, but we didn't. Thought you guys to be too late, as happens sometimes.'

"I've only spoken on encrypted Astartes channels. However, I can report that we have recovered communications to the Astronomicon, as I have been coordinating incoming Space Marines."

'When and how many Astartes reinforcements will arrive? Platoon Beta is being send to us, but rather slow. They are sending 2 Valkyries every time, one with a squad, one with ammo and other resources. It'll be a while untill they are all here.'

"I can confirm that 26 marines in total from the Lions Defiant chapter are on their way. 5 of them have heavy weapons, and 20 tactical marines. We are also receiving a highly experienced sergeant to coordinate Space Marines upon arrival. This is combined with the planetary garrison that decides to aid us. ETA for the Lions is half a day, as they're nearby."

At this moment, an eldar farseer appeared about 10m away from the Lieutenant apparently from the webway, weapons by his sides. He strode towards them slowly, obviously ready to run away rather than fight if things went badly.
"I am here to speak to your leaders on behalf of the eldar. While we dislike working alongside the mon'keigh, we have a common enemy and must threrefore offer a treaty."

OOC: I think the Eldar would use some other method; remember how Aspects and Craftworlds are different organizations?

OOC: True, but then we need another character. What do you suggest?

Just make an NPC Autarch or something and accompany them.

OOC: K. Editing my post then.

Name: Sister Superior Arabella
Age: 60
Bio: Sister Superior leading a squad of battle sisters.
On a ship orbiting the planet Nevorus.
'Sister Arabella!' commanded the Cannoness, 'A valuable holy relic has been detected on this planet! I order you to take your squad down to retrieve it. I expect results, quickly. You shall not fail.' Arabella bowed her head respectively. 'Yes, fellow Sister.'
Orderly, Arabella loaded her Battle Sister squad and Retributors into the Thunderhawk and began launching procedures.
'Listen up!' she cried above the roar of the engines, 'we have been tasked to find and retrieve the bones of a sacred priest. We believe we are not the only force on this planet so I'm not expecting it to be easy. Understand?' Arabella was glad to hear her squads enthusiastic reply and became comfortable as this journey was going to be a long one.


Equipment: Melta Bombs and a Rosarius
Weapons: Power Sword and Plasma Pistol
Appearance:

It was dark.
The Orks occupied a small area of the camp, which they slouched around lazily, devoid of anything to do. Overhead, a bright streak lit up the sky.

"Oi, boss, wot wos dat?"
"Wot wos wot? I saw nuffink"
"Serriusly, I definitely saw sumfink!"
"Fine, fine, we'z take a look"

The krew scaled a small group of rocks and looked out onto the ash wastes beyond. "Ova dere!", sure enough, in the distance, a faint glow shone through the darkness. "Ooh, dat DOES look interestin'..." the Kap'n stroked his chin with his thick, clumsy hand. "Alrite, we'll go take a look, but we can't be long! Da spikeyboyz will wundder where we went. Besides, it's gotta be more interestin' than 'ere..."

As stealthily as they could, which wasn't much, the Orks slipped out of the camp, and went off in the direction of the light.

'Wake up!'
shouted Arabella. 'We're here...' she peered out of the small window, surveying the local area.
'Seems clear.. lets go!' As she spoke these words, the unloading ramp began to fold down and her troops disembarked orderly, tactically...
Another quick gaze around embedded the terrain in her mind, causing a strange sense of daja vu.. Arabella shook her head, removing the thoughts from her mind. She needed to focus, now more than ever, as the success of this mission would mean a good reputation and possible promotion.
'Down!' one of her sisters whispered.
'Sister, what did you see?' Arabella replied, her voice low.
'I'm not sure.. just something on the horizon. Something not quite right...'

"Look, over dere!"

"Oh, fug! It's jus' dem twiggy sista-fings! And 'ere I was finkin' we'd find a propa fight..." Lootbagz stamped the ground in frustration. Ol' Rustynutz, mek tolls slung across his hunched back, plodded up to the Kap'n. "But boss, dem twiggies are usually after some dead shiny gubbinz....dead powerrful sometimes, too..."

Immediately, Lootbagz had a change of heart. "Oh, well den, that changes evryfink! Get to it ladz, WAAAGH!"

The Greenskins surged forward, eager to meet their enemies in combat,

"We're comin' for yaz, ya squishy gits!"

'You must've been seeing things Sister, I don't see any signs of life'
Arabella's device pinged.
'Perfect! The artefact is nearby. Come on Sisters, spread out and be quick!' Arabella stood guard, watching over her squads systematically digging the ground, searching for the prize. A gasp to her left caught her attention.
'What is it Sister? Have you found it?' She enquired. Struggling to speak, the lowest ranked squad member who made the discovery choked 'I.. I think this is it' and she raised the urn out of the earth and handed it to Arabella.
'Yes, this is it. Well done Sister, when we get back, I shall inform the Cannonness of your contribution to this mission.' The Sister smiled. 'Thank you, Sister, I would like that a lot.' Arabella smiled back but was rudely interrupted by an alarmed shout.



'GREENSKINS!'

"Ahahaha, 'ello dere!" Lootbagz bellowed mockingly, "You guyz loose an earring?!". The boyz laughed in support of their Kaptin's humour. "Now, we can do dis wun of too ways...Numbah wun: We can stomp yah, and take dat shiny bit o' gubbinz ya got dere, or numbah too: you can give uz dah shiny gubbinz, and DEN we can stomp yaz!" the mob erupted with laughter again.

"What'll it be, twiggy?"

Arabella was not impressed by the Greenskins policies.
'I have a third option for you Xenos. My plasma pistol.' she swiftly called her squad to arms,
'Sisters, fight by my side! For the Emperor!'
Combat quickly ensued...

"Ah, dat'll do me jus' fine!" Lootbagz rushed into the melee, holding his duel-headed chainaxe aloft. "C'mon then boyz, for da WAAAGH!"

The combat was fierce, the sister's martial prowess clashing head-on with the brute strength of the Orks. This began to turn the tides in the Orks favour, before the Retributor squad, previously hidden behind a group of rocks, took up an overwatch fire position with their heavy bolters.

"Oh...dat looks like it mite 'urt a bit..."

The Retibutors rained unforgiving fire down onto Kap'n Lootbagz, who unsurprisingly retreated, full of haste,
'Take no prisoners!' screamed Arabella forcefully.
Whilst this epic battle was concluding, Arabella failed to notice a sole boy creep around the back of her sqauds, edging closer to the precious relic...

"Oh fug me!" Lootbagz outpaced the bolter fire...just. It nipped at he heels.

"'Ey Boss!" an Ork caught up to him, "Look wot I got!" the boy held the relic firmly in his hand. "Dats brilliant, boy, now RUN!" They dived behind a small ridge nearby. Shortly, they were joined by a handful of other boys, sharing the same idea. Past the ridge, greenskins were being carved down left, right and centre.

"Wots it lookin' like ova dere?" Lootbagz gestured over the ridge to a nearby boy. "I dunno Kap'n, let me tak-" the boy poked his head over the ridge, only for it to be blown apart by a stray bolter shell, coating the surrounding Orks in a shower of bloody gore and cranial matter.

"Argh, nice wun..." Lootbagz shook himself in an attept to remove some of the sickly gunk., "Dat'll stain me koat..."

Ol' Rustynutz came crashing round the corner. "'ey, boss, I know howz tah get outta 'ere!"
"Spill it den, ya git!"
"Well, before we came 'ere, I'z been werkin' on dis kleva tellyporta fing, see? I stuck da receevin' end back in da camp. All we'z gotta do is stand out in da open, and turn it on!"
"Well, will it werk?"
"'Course!"

With that, the Big Mek ran out into the field of fire, gesturing for the rest to do the same.

"Oh, zog..." with a shrug, Lootbagz followed suit, a string of boyz close behind. The bolter fire continued just as intensely, striking more boyz down in it's wake.

"'Urry up" Lootbagz urged the Mek, who was tinkering with the large machine on his back. "Right den boss, 'ere we go!". The machine began whirring, flickered with light, and then died unspectacularly. "Wot?! I fort you sed it werked?!" Lootbagz berrated Rustynutz, shocked at the brainboyz' incompetence.

" 'Old on, give it a sec..." the aged greenskin tinkered further with the machine, whilst the intense bolter fire crept ever closer. "Right...and DERE!" Ol' Rustynutz gave the machine a thump with his grubby fist, and the machine burst into brilliant life. There was a shocking flash of orange static, and the Orks disappeared.

"Tehn I fear our misguided landing where not a simple mistake...but a deliberate attempt to make us arrive before we could aid in the defense... I only hope that whoever did so had no involvement in the missing gear, because I would hate to have such amounts of high explosives go missing along side other things."
Signaling to his two men he made a slgth nod and left with a finale comment.
"Excuse me for some time, I have a infiltrator to hunt."

'Damn them!' Cried Arabella, 'cease fire, they've disappeared over that ridge and they're not coming back...'
Frustrated at her incompetence, Arabella slammed her pistol on the ground, causing a round to misfire and hit an unsuspecting boy as he peered over the ridge. Arabella remained silent. So the did the other Sisters. The tension rose as Arabella repeatedly paced back and forth trying to gather her thoughts before addressing her troops. After a long period, she broke the silence.
'Any casualties?'
'Just a few minor injuries, Sister' one of the Retributors replied.
'Good, I have enough to worry about with this relic on my plate... quick, grab it, we need to head back.'
'Umm.. Sister?'
'Yes?'
'The relic is well..erm...missing'
Arabella went red with rage.
'And we're missing a member!' cried on of the battle sisters, 'I think it was that new recruit.'
Burying her head in her hands, Arabella took a few moments to calm herself down. After a few deep breaths, she came up with a plan of action.
'Right, we need that relic, and we need it fast. And I can guarantee that recruit is with it... we begin searching immediately, we have no time to spare!'
At this command, the troops reorganised themselves before heading off in the direction the Orks fled in an attempt to retrieve back the sacred artefact.

In another ball of orange light, the Orks were thrown onto the ground. Barren, empty waste surrounded them. Dusting themsleves off, the Orks took in their surroundings.

"I fought you said we'z were going back to da camp..." Lootbagz rising frustration was obvious in his tone. "Well...err...I fought we wuz....I 'adn't quite tested it yet...."
"YOU...ah, fug it. Rite, who'z left?"

Stood around Lootbagz were Ol' Rustynutz, the boy that was clutching the relic, and an incredibly startled looking Battle Sister. "Oi, twiggy, wot you doin' ere?!"

"I...erm..." the Sister tripped over her words, clearly too terrified to even speak. Swiftly, Lootbagz picked up the nearest stone and clubbed her over the head with it, rendering her unconscious. "She mite be oosful later, dat spikey boss might wanna see 'er...now...where the zog are we?"

Sycil burst out of his tent enraged Orks missing, troops killed by a clumsy ork and no information on the enemy. Suddenly a engine's roar echoed and a strange object came into the camp on it the orks chuckling and holding something looked ancient and very important.
"Where have you been ork?!" The dark lord growled as he walked up to the Warboss each one of the Orks in the junkheep took a step back.
"Oi Spickyboy! I'z got ya a prezzy." The Warboss replied grabbing the Sister of Battle her face a image of fear.
"Oh you should'nt have." Sycil laughed as he reached for the young woman, she struggled and begged the Ork to kill her instead of letting the dark lord take her but the Ork just laughed. Sycil grabbed the woman need held her still, when the Orks laughed at the woman Sycil saw something one of the Orks was holding.
"You! Step foward!" The dark lord growled as he pointed to the ork.
"Oi! Ya hedz 'im!" the Warboss yelled at the loota. In responce the ork stepped foward holding the relic, the young sister of battle let out a slight gasp of shock.
"Ah If she is shocked you have it it must be important to the lap dogs. I'll let you keep it do what you want with it. Oh and as a thank you and a reward help yourself to more Plasma weapons." Sycil chuckled as he dragged his new gift to his tent to be chained alongside his last.

As the Eldar approached him, the lieutenant pointed his bolt pistol at him. Several guardsmen followed his lead.
'What do you want?'

The corporal was busy on the comm, but Dexter couldn't hear it, save for that it was about Imperial forces. Wich wasn't that odd.

Sorjik turned suddenly to the Eldar as it approached, coming to it's throat with his combat blade.
"Why should we negotiate with you?! We've got bigger problems on our hands!"

"Alpha one status check?" said Fenrir and once again swore a silent oath, when that damned infiltrator was found he had several things planed for that individual.
"This Alpha one, no signs of anything else than dust and the remains of what ever died here over."
He grunted a reply and deactivated the link.

As he and the men who had come with him rounded a corner they all froze. Ahead a unknown individual clad in guard uniform was tampering with the vox station while the operator lay dead on the ground.
"Kill that bastard!" he growled and sent a shot whipping onwards to the saboteur

OOC: I see the Eldar are teaming up with the Imperials.

Uhh no, Astartes are not know for being overly fond of anything non human, Space Efls included

I think that sarcasm might have been implied.

Any space for one more??


Name: Saul Umbolt Winterscale III
Age: 45
Bio: Of high noble birth, Saul is the youngest of the prominent house Winterscale of Tyrants star in the Tarsus sector. His father, Lord Sector Winterscale II, disowned Saul on discovery of his unhealthy interest in the rarer kinds of forbidden lore that hearken back to humanity's violent birth. To protect the families proud reputation, he was not declared heretic, instead he was exiled from the Tarsus sector and stripped of any title he may of once been entitled to. He had been a god among insects before, and by his will he shall be again.
Equipment: Avenger Strike fighter "Tyrants Shadow", extreme wealth
Weapons: Power sword, Inferno pistol, bionic enhancements
Appearance:

That's not a very Eldar name...

He's not Eldar, he's just a drunken, humilated burnout from half a star system away. I just picked that image cause he looks cool, I blurred out most the eldar iconography anyway

So......a single man albeit a drunken one arrives on a prison world? Sounds "good"

Sorry to interrupt, you guys still taking more players?

Yus.

How about no, its already enough players

 Trondheim wrote:
So......a single man albeit a drunken one arrives on a prison world? Sounds "good"

It' be far more intersting being one of the prisoners than another brick faced marine

 Trondheim wrote:
How about no, its already enough players

Fair enough

We need BT to tell ya.

I will let him in but that is the last of the players ok. Plus I will be doing your event soon.

Good let us continue, I fear we have been idling about for too long

Agreed.

If people keep posting their actions I'll then take your actions and post your events.

The shot slammed into the individual seeking to render the vox equipment useless. It sent it reeling and left its left arm useless. Realizing capture or death was only moments away whoever it was tried to get up and make its escape.

But to no avail, several storm troopers jumped on their prey like a pack of wild dogs. armored hands pummeled away until their quarry lay still.
"That is enough! I want our new guest able to speak!" said Fenrir

I'm currently pointing a gun at an eldar.

I'm currently holding a knife to the throat of an Eldar.

OOC: Sorry I couldn't post earlier... Feel free to control Eldar NPCs so long as you're doing what they would.

The Farseer tensed when the knive came to his throat, though he kept hold of his weapons and seemed to have some kind of shimmer appear in the air around him.
"I see you are as happy to negotiate as ever. But all I ask is that we work together against the daemons, then we will leave without harming any of you or your kind. And if you are not inclined to negotiate, then believe me when I say that all non-eldar currently on this planet will... no longer be around to threaten me or my kind again. I believe you humans refer to it as... Carrot and stick? Well, take my advice and choose the carrot."

 p_gray99 wrote:
OOC: Sorry I couldn't post earlier... Feel free to control Eldar NPCs so long as you're doing what they would.

The Farseer tensed when the knive came to his throat, though he kept hold of his weapons and seemed to have some kind of shimmer appear in the air around him.
"I see you are as happy to negotiate as ever. But all I ask is that we work together against the daemons, then we will leave without harming any of you or your kind. And if you are not inclined to negotiate, then believe me when I say that all non-eldar currently on this planet will... no longer be around to threaten me or my kind again. I believe you humans refer to it as... Carrot and stick? Well, take my advice and choose the carrot."

Uh...

How many Guardsmen are gonna have to be killed?

The Imperial Infantryman's Uplifting Primer learnns us that all Eldar are filthy liars.

Yeah, but the moment anybody says daemons, all hell essentially repeatedly penetrates their faces without consent.

oh for ffs just get on with the actual role play!

Look lets all stop the fighting in the thread please and lets get back on the Role Play.

Waiting for the events.

BIC:

Lieutenant Dexter walked away from the Eldar. It was the Astartes' decision since he had been made overall commander. Guardsmen would still aim their guns at the Eldar. Good thing they never heard of Daemons before.
'Hemsky, you got the vox line still up?'

"So then, Astartes. Do you have an answer, or shall we wait here until our enemies finally arrive to catch us by suprise?"

"Sergeant Fenrir to Lieutenant Dexter! I have a individual in my custody you may want to get your hands on!" Fenrir said over the vox and awaited the response, but all he got was static.

Looking at his prisoner he sighed and said "The vox seems worse for wear, we need to walk our guest there."

OOC: I'm not overall commander, I'm coordinating incoming Space Marines.

BIC: Sorjik removed the blade from his throat, dragging out the bolt pistol from his holster.
"Speak, xenos."

"We Eldar are here to destroy the forces of Chaos. If they are not stopped here, they are more than likely to not only destroy many of your planets, but possibly also a craftworld. The cost would be too high to both of our races. We wish to work alongside you in this war, to coordinate our troops with yours so that we can effectively rid this world of the forces of chaos without losing too many of our warriors. Then we will be more than happy to leave you to your planet."

"I shall try to convince the Adeptus Astartes to not fire on you. Maybe somebody of a higher rank would be able to negotiate further."

"Rite ladz, dis ends 'ere!"

Lootbagz burst into the chamber that his Krew inhabited, his booming voice catching the attention of all within.

"We've bin 'angin around dis dump fer too long, so now we'z gonna get stompin'!"

Huge cries of joy rocked the chamber by it's foundations, the combined vocals of all the Greenskins joining into a brutish choir.

"But first...." Lootbagz had expected the disappointment and frustration that followed. "Oi, c'mon ladz, I wanna get stuck in jus' as much as you duz, but we'z gotta sort sum fings out first....Now, where'z dat snikky git Shakfug?"
"Right 'ere, boss" came the reply as the Nob and his Kommando's wriggled their way to the front.
"You boyz need tah do a speshul job for me, alrite? You'z gotta go ova ter dat Spikeyboy prizzun and bust out our boy, he'll be bored gakkless ova dere! Oh, and while yer at it, get dat Twiggy Sistah-fing too, she culd 'elp us wid da secund job."

The Kommandos snapped to a scruffy salute and scampered out through the door, excited to finally have something to do.

"Now 'oo as dat shiny gubbinz da twiggies woz 'ere for?"

"Dat'd be me, boss" the boy from the earlier incident presented himself at the front of the group, relic urn still clutched firmly to his chest. "Ah, good. We'z gotta take dis to Crazy Zug'ead bak on da krooza, he'll know wot dis iz., Rustynutz! Duz dat tellyporta of yours still werk?"

"As good as eva, boss!" came the gruff reply.

"Well den, good. Knuckle'ead! Your in charge until I get back. We'll go get da rest of da boyz and den we can 'ave a propa scrap! WAAAGH!"

The remaining Orks joined him in the Vigorous warcry, before charging off to perform the jobs assigned to them, overjoyed to finally have a purpose on Neverous.

(OOC: Just by the way, I'm not planning to OP myself at all here, don't worry )

Alyrion, Warp Spider Aspect Warrior.

Age: 746

Bio: After arriving on Nervous, he and his squad we scouting ahead of the body of the Eldar force. They found an enemy that threatened them beyond any other. Chaos Space Marines of Slaanesh caught Alyrion's squad in a crossfire, separating them. He himself teleported away just in time, he could only assume that his brothers were dead. Over the days since this event, he has become a 1 man guerrilla force. He has stumbled upon the Eldar captured by the group of humans, and decides to follow them back to wherever the group would take his comrade.

Equipment: Warp Jump Generator, Eldar Power Armour.

Weapons: Spinneret Rifle
Appearance: Warp Spider, with Spinneret Rifle.

In Character:
The Spider watched as the humans apprehended his fellow Eldar, tackling him and rushing all around. He knew he would stand no chance against these Elite humans, they had powerful las-rifles which would punch holes in his armour. He couldn't engage so many at 1 time. When he saw that they did not finish him off, he was intrigued. He would follow these humans, and see what was in store. He began silently following the humans, shouldering the rifle he had obtained from Jarges before being separated from them.

Hmmmm since your character is done and you have posted I'll let you in. Just as I started the events.

Wait wat.

Magnus, methinks you might be boned.

Oh not again! No more new people, this thing is already too damned slow. Take some bloody responsibility GM

Right ok everybody stop! I will fit ONE more person in we have 2 Eldar which is ok. 4 Imperials which is enough. 1 chaos and 1 Ork. I am working on the events now sorry they are taking long but work and family are be juggled. I don't want anybody fighting here. Magnus you are a bit behind on the story the Eldar are friends with the Imperials so far.

Can I possibly join if that would be okay? I'd be a member of the forces of Chaos? It's fine if I can't.

Know what Feth it. Blood your in! I believe the more people we got the bigger battles we can have.

black templar wrote:Right ok everybody stop! I will fit ONE more person in we have 2 Eldar which is ok. 4 Imperials which is enough. 1 chaos and 1 Ork. I am working on the events now sorry they are taking long but work and family are be juggled. I don't want anybody fighting here. Magnus you are a bit behind on the story the Eldar are friends with the Imperials so far.

Great! Finlay derisive action is taken!

black templar wrote:Know what Feth it. Blood your in! I believe the more people we got the bigger battles we can have.

.......Oh look it happens again. Anyhow pleased to hear we can expect something soon

Thanks!

Name: Me'thalak

Ranking: Herald of Chaos

Race: Daemon

Age: ???

Weaponry and equipment: Greater Etherblade, Power gauntlet and Warp forged armour

Back story: The "Prophet of Chaos", Me'thalak is known to the Imperial Inquisition for his forces purge of the Imperial shrine world Barbori where Me'thalak and his troops personally herded the remaining population into the last functional space port before "glassing" the structure. The death and destruction caused opened a tear in the warp, forcing the Inquisition to deploy the Grey Knights to cleanse the infestation. while Me'thalak's army was shattered and his own strength was weakened, his favour with the gods has only increased since. His small army currently resides within the Devastation-Class Cruiser Epsilon.

Wait. Your Herald of Chaos isn´t called Blood Reaper? D:

OOC: So... is the farseer friends with the humans or what? And isn't two warp spider exarchs a little much? Also, my character hasn't actually done anything yet, it's all been this farseer so far. Perhaps to make things easier I should switch to having him as my character?

 thenoobbomb wrote:
Wait. Your Herald of Chaos isn´t called Blood Reaper? D:

Wanted to try something new.

No Syrath?

 BlapBlapBlap wrote:
No Syrath?

I'm tired of the character, trying to move away from him.

"I've been from the Cadia to the edges of Rifts Haven an back, I've seen all the highs n’ lows of Mankind, but I ain't ever seen a wretch as desperate, forsaken and squalid as you, blue blood” spat Gibbs.

“Behold the black sun.... the Tyrants sun....shadow ignites us all....." murmured Saul

Saul lay on his back on the hard floor of the cell, smiling as blood and chemicals bubbled down his chin. The lack of clean drinking water, and the inmate’s psychotic tendencies produced liquor locally called Daemons blood, the numbing euphoric effects of which Saul found quite pleasing.

“Don’t be fooled boy, that stuff is alive! It takes the measure of a man, tears them apart from the mind it does! Miracle you’re still breathing”

“Aaaah……very good, yes? Shows the God Emperor Himself watches over me, eh? Truly blessed by the Master of Mankind himself. Once I was a god, you know, a willful ignorant fool, now nothing..”

"More than an ignorant savage" finished Gibbs "Ill tell you one thing Saul, your still a fool an never were a God, you blather out the 'zact same nonsense every time you drink that swill"

He forced himself onto his knees, as lights flickered around his periphery. “Nothing finer than the mud boys finest, eh?” he slurred, balancing himself against the cells cold cell. He pressed his head threw the bars, holding on tightly as his cell span wildly around him.

His shared cell was on the 7th tier of the single max security prison. 1st tier held the newest inmates, who are than forced down a tier every standard Imperial year. The prisoners outnumbered the guards by hundreds to one, as such, guards rarely ventured below the 4th tier, leaving the inmates to form their own complex hierarchy.

Saul owed his life to the Mud boys, a gang rumored to be led by the oldest surviving inmate on the whole prison world. The reason for their interest in Saul’s well-being was beyond him, though it was rare for a highborn to be incarcerated in a penal world, it was not unheard of.

Saul had never venture any further than the 9th tier, but his presence was requested at the behest of the Mud boys.

“Well Gibbs, you old bastard, I had best be off, an eventful evening awaits me” spluttered Saul, as he forced himself up, and past his rusted cell door, blindly feeling his way deeper into the pit.

Epsilon crackled with eldritch energy as it burst into reality, it's scarred hull still showing fresh wounds from previous battle as it hung over the world Nevorus, which was itself burning with the power of the warp. The Epsilon shuddered, it's engines convulsing and exploding it great blasts of flame as it became to dip towards the planet. Within it's bridge, it's commander sat atop an ebony throne, watching over the warped crew as they attempted to bring the ship into a stable position;

"Damage report."

Me'thalak shouted as he increased his grip on the arms of his throne, another shudder caused several serfs and pilots to fall to the floor, before scrambling to their positions. A red robbed tech heretek moved towards the Herald;

“We've lost a majority of our power sir, our engines are failing, as is our life support."

Me'thalak paused for a second, before looking back up at the traitorous Tech-Priest;

"Find a way to set us down on the planet bellow, it's our only chance."

The Tech Priest and several crew members exchanged worried glances, but Me'thalak's gaze only strengthened his words;

"Yes, sir.”

OOC: I am sorta waiting on the group to continue with the Imperials so I can follow, I have changed my background to be part of p_grays squad that got separated, rather than an Exarch, sorry that I missed that.

OOC: Meh, the farseer can be taken prisoner if you want. But be warned, we may be on track to go to war. And we've got super-telleporter-thingymabobies.

BIC: The farseer didn't bother resisting as the soldiers dragged him away. It was unlikely they would be able to block his psychic abilities once they arrived at the base, and not only was he likely to be tracked by the craftworld forces, he'd seen something following them out the corner of his eye.

"You reached anyone else on the vox net?" the pale one asked. he snarls and ligth himself a Ilho stick and puffs bluish smoke into the foul air. Their prisoner groans in pain as the effects of the brutal beating handed down from the storm troopers

Alyrion moved silently and kept a good distance away from the humans, crouching low so that the large generator on his shoulders didn't peek above the rocks he was near. He scanned the group of humans, the beaten Farseer attempted to talk to them, shortly afterwards, they led him away. Alyrion followed, watching from a distance. He saw the radio and communications officer in the squad bring out the human radio system. The vox-caster was a simple machine, its messages easy to intercept. He picked up on the signal, waiting for and message to go too the squad or come from it.

Sorry for the double post, is this even going anymore?

Considering how lazy the GM has been, I dare guess its dead. Unless I am proven wrong by a drastic change of pace

You'd be surprised by the amount of work required to run a halfway decent rp, made even harder with people wanting updates daily. Best rp I played had 1 event per faction per week, and even that was a huge amount of work with very little reward for the dm. Just be patient, surely op will deliver.

 Toastedandy wrote:
You'd be surprised by the amount of work required to run a halfway decent rp, made even harder with people wanting updates daily. Best rp I played had 1 event per faction per week, and even that was a huge amount of work with very little reward for the dm. Just be patient, surely op will deliver.

No I wont be surprised, I regularly run and DM games. All that is required preparation and more preparation before one launches ones campaign!

I think that having so many different sides was a mistake by the GM. I reckon that he's probably just made far more work for himself than was actually necessary, which is killing the game (aka needing an event for each of us, rather than just one for all of us).

Is this still alive? And if so what's going on? I might want to join if at all possible.

 Trondheim wrote:
Considering how lazy the GM has been, I dare guess its dead. Unless I am proven wrong by a drastic change of pace

The 'lazy GM' has a lot of problems at the moment. If one of you want to take over then go ahead.

Let us know by PM instead of leaving us hanging in the wind, but I suppose even GM needs to attend RL at times

Yeah, in a week's time I'll be able to take this over if you want. Until then though, it'd be good if someone was to try and keep it going, perhaps? Deathrex, have you ever tried GMing? Because if you want to join the game and we just lost our GM, there would appear to be a simple solution.

We could just turn this into a game where we continue it with occasional events? We just need a map of the planet and so on?

I don't have as much experience as some of you with roleplays, but what I've generally found is they either go extremely well from the very start or they just flop down and die. Unless we have a GM that keeps it going as well as possible...

There ya go, if anyone's unhappy about their placement, just say so, I tried to figure it out from the last few posts, but I could of understood it wrong.

If I forgot anyone just tell me and I'll put you on it, I couldn't figure out where Sycil was Blacktemplar, so I'll put him where ever you want.

I can do a Map of the planet as well if its wanted.

If you need somebody take over GM. I am trying to sort out family at the moment, anybody who wishes to take control just go ahead.

Not interested anymore. The new GM and his character killed any hope I had for this RP, I make it a rule to never play with anyone who plays a drunk. Best of wishes to anyone still partaking in this

Excuse me? All I did was make a map displaying people's positions. I never wanted to be the gm and never even implied that I had ANY interest in it. Someone mentioned having a map, I enjoy photoshop so I made that, my only intention was to maybe spark a bit of interest and maybe get people back to rp'ing.
My one post really ruined your interest? Whatever dude, I doubt it would of been enjoyable for anyone with your continuous impatiance and snide remarks.

Thanks for the map Toastedandy. We just need to get a list of those still interested and figure out when we're going to restart.

 Toastedandy wrote:
Whatever dude, I doubt it would of been enjoyable for anyone with your continuous impatiance and snide remarks.

Agreed, I've refrained from posting until this all settled down, but I think this guy's been taking it a little too seriously, this is a very relaxed RP. So what if it's a bit rough around the edges

Still interested here.

I am still in, if we are doing this.
Trondheim, it is a developed character that he is actually putting effort into sticking into a set personality. Drunk or not, he is doing his bit on the RP, and doing it well.

Right I know i have been a Bad GM and i believe if somebody takes over it will be for the best. When my problems are solved I might rejoin in this as just a character.

 Lord Magnus wrote:
I am still in, if we are doing this.
Trondheim, it is a developed character that he is actually putting effort into sticking into a set personality. Drunk or not, he is doing his bit on the RP, and doing it well.

No just no.

Hopefully you can get things sorted BlackTemplar, and I'm glad to see so many people still interested in continuing this RP, hopefully we can get stuck back in asap.

Thanks LordMagnus, but I'm going to be making a new character anyway, NOT because of Trondheims obvious dislike, but because the only goal I had was to have him die in a particularly gruesome way leading to some daemon shinaniggins in the depths of the prison, creating a story in itself that players could of followed or ignored at their whim.

Instead I'll make a character more fitting with everyone's character "level" of power, hopefully now we can continue this as a player driving RP.

 Trondheim wrote:

 Lord Magnus wrote:
I am still in, if we are doing this.
Trondheim, it is a developed character that he is actually putting effort into sticking into a set personality. Drunk or not, he is doing his bit on the RP, and doing it well.

No just no.

Agreed, Lord Magnus

Lets just take a quick review of the situation here:

This guy made a character that is admittedly a little different, but is actually very well made in terms of backstory and such. Everyone else was fine with it, apart from you. No need to be unpleasant about it.

Besides, you'll "never play with anyone who plays a drunk", but you'd happily play with someone who plays an Ork in a Pirate hat Interesting.

Anyway, best of luck in your other ventures, I'm sure we'll all grieve your departure dearly.



Back on topic, I'm still interested in this, I was rather enjoying Orking around all over the place And Nice map Toasted!

Should we make this the OOC thread and start a new one?

 blood reaper wrote:
Should we make this the OOC thread and start a new one?

I support this motion 100%, we have 2-3 pages of no RP.

I commend the body of this RP to the ground, that the worms may feast, and the sould of this poor thread to any god that will take it.

On another note, does anyone want to play an RP? I'm in no position to GM, but we saw from this game that there's a number of people who want to play. I'd recommend something like the Brotherhood of Orion, with everyone on the same side. Who's up for a Marine campaign against... something?

 p_gray99 wrote:
I commend the body of this RP to the ground, that the worms may feast, and the sould of this poor thread to any god that will take it.

On another note, does anyone want to play an RP? I'm in no position to GM, but we saw from this game that there's a number of people who want to play. I'd recommend something like the Brotherhood of Orion, with everyone on the same side. Who's up for a Marine campaign against... something?

Does it have to be Loyal marines? Can't we be Chaos?

I'd be up for that.

I suggest either having the GM decide or putting it to a vote. Heck, it doesn't have to be marines even, it's just that most people know quite a bit about them. I'd quite happily play almost any race (though I'm not sure I'd enjoy daemons).
Anyway, I'll make a new thread for it.

I'd be up for anything tbh, any excuse to write something.
I'd like to go with chaos, but being a chaos player, it's somewhat biased.