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Setting: a small area of a city, in the wake of a tyranid invasion, the swarm has moved on from this point, clearing almost all biomass from the area. Desolate, the area is now almost empty barring the survivors of a resent battle, members of many factions that warred on this world before the rest of their forces were overwhelmed. And of course any tyranid stragglers. The goal to to get off world. survive the tyranids. survive other players.

Player Characters: The player character in this game will be any non-special character independent character, and three troops. Three bodies. Not squads. Two from actual troops choices one from any other grouping.

Damage/Hazards: No god-modding, if your character can't reasonably avoid something. They don't. No blocking bullets out of the air with a thunder hammer. NO just saying "The armor protects them" every time.

Death: Player characters CAN (and hopefully will) die. Each player is allowed ONE "miraculous survival" Where they can survive a normally fatal incidence. You do not need to do it immediately you can re-join the thread at any time. to use, just type "Miraculous Survival" at the top of the post.

Re-entry: If your character dies you are allowed to re-enter at any tine with a new one.

Victory: first group to make it off world wins. all members. simple as that.

Teams: teams will be helpful to the survival of your character, teams can be formed by anyone and be angaist anyone, regardless of faction.

Now let's get started!


*EDIT* LOCATIONS HERE!

The city contains the following, all at different (not set, players have control over the general layout of the city) locations, An armory (Containing a large amount of PDF hold-outs) A vehicle Depo (Contains a nest of gene-stealers) A Gene-stealer cult base in the sewers, A space port with two functions ships, one much smaller than the other (NOT RECOMMENDED TO GO ALONE, MAIN NEST OF THE TYRANIDS) A chapel (Containing a Slowly maddening space marine) and a few other "Mystery" locations, make them whatever you want.

*The massive crisis suit had sat in the corner for nearly a week, meager supplies have kept the pilot alive, but the fuel reserves gave out long ago. It had been two day sense he had heard silence and now he has deemed it safe. R'lyth AKA Lord R'lyth The Cycloptic, released the door to his suit, and it clattered to the floor. He looked back at his now dusty machine, heavy modified, what he called the "Warplord Custom" boasted trophy racks, demonic faces, reinforced armor, and a one-eyed visage to match his own. Lord he loved that thing, he would hate to have to leave it, but it may be necessary today. R'ly coughed, then spoke into his mic.*

This is Lord R'ly. If anyone is still alive, come meet me, i'm at an empty store, three floors, second has a massive hole in it. Praise be chaos. R'ly out.

*After a few hours the survivors came in. Not what he expected. One Firewarrior with a pulse rifle and the controls to a gun drone, said gun drone, and a rail-rifle wielding Pathfinder*

Krieg pulled himself out from the small cave they had barricaded themselves in when their unit was overrun by the Carnifex. He shuddered as he glanced at the corpse of the unit com specialist. "God-emperor help me, what am I going to do." He pulled the squad's plasma gun that he'd managed to salvage along with his own trusty shotgun that the Guard let him keep. He checked the charge on the plasma gun and the shells on his belt. He then looked around adjusted his carapace armor and headed towards the damaged but semi workable Chimera.

Karnus takes a deep breath, sighs, and coughs heavily. His distorted, plague-infected form seems to glow with a living light as the influence of Nurgle linger in him, even centuries after his visit to the Garden. Behind him stand three Glacier Serpents Plague Marines, Chosen Chaos Space Marines who had been blessed by the Father of Plague with bloated, diseased bodies and armour. How many Tyranids had rotten into dust already? How many more will, before the battle is over? He does not know, nor does he care. More bodies for the tally of Nurgle. That is all that matters for now. His companions all carry standard Glacier Serpent weaponry; a Bolter, a Bolt Pistol, a Chainsword, an Astartes combat blade and various grenades and other tools, all of which is appropriately decayed and plague-ridden. He himself, however, carries a horrific Bile Spewer in place of a Boltgun, and a Power Sword sheathed in green light and infected fluids instead of a Chainsword.

As the group walks through the ruins, their footprints visibly decaying as soon as they take their next step, they care little for what enemies may remain in the shadows. For what can stop the inevitable onslaught of death itself?

Krash viewed the carnage around him, the boss had been tough but Krash had krumped him good,

That made Krash boss, now he needs a waaagh!!!!!

The elation of becoming the new boss of the bludsplashers sank as Krusha took in the survivors of the gene stealer assault. Two boyz and a grot. More boyz must be nearby, in the meantime, Krusha would take his 'waaagh!!!!!' And find something else to krump.

*The commander sat crouched in the storefront, hidden behind a counter and pulse carbine drawn. a single termagaunt paces the floor, mindlessly bumping into counters.*

Out of synapse. Good.

*As he slowly took aim, the creature looked on him with dull eyes. In a second it stared at the roof with just one. R'ly lowered the barrel of his weapon and called the firewarrior over.*

K'li, Get over here. Help me move this.

*The two tau lifted the corpse and carried to a small hatch in the floor.*

Dump it into the cellar with the rest.

Karnus and his squad reach a ruined store building. One of his companions speak.

'Lord... I detect heat signatures... Living beings... Inside this building...'

Karnus coughs again.

'Good... Let us enter...'

The entrance to the ruined building is human-sized, too small to accustom massive Astartes, so he simply smashes in the door and a piece of the wall above it. The squad proceeds to scour the first floor, room by room,, looking for anything that is still alive.

Krusha hefted the weapon he'd used to smash the skull of the pathetic umie he'd found cowering in a ruin, the carnifex claw was working as a club, but he'd be wanting something else.
Sneakgit the runt had been ordered scavenging for something more fitting for the biggest bestest ork boss on the planet, whilst the boyz were stamping around hunting for living beings

*The Pathfinder sits in the shadows, watching. He whispers into his com*

R'lyth, four astartes, nurgle followers. Please advise.

*R'lyth, sitting ont he floor above, responds*

Welcome our brothers in chaos.

*The pathfinder emerges from his corner, weapon holstered on his back.*

Greeting brothers! I am Eldi'is, follower of Slaanesh.

Karnus clears his throat with a horrid cough-like sound before speaking.

'I am Karnus the Plaguewalker, Chaos Lord of the Glacier Serpents under Lord Kraxis the Allchosen, and those are my brothers in pestilence...'

Slimy fluids drip from holes where his swollen flesh shows through the armour, the floor seeming to rot where the fluid hits it.

'Praise the Plague Lord, for victory is inevitable... Come, followers of Chaos, let us leave this building... Let us spread our suffering...'

Sounds of battle reverberated around, echoing beyond any sane comprehension.
Fortunately, orks don't need sane comprehension, their natural affinity for krumping gives them instant understanding,
Krash and his boyz charge in the direction of battle, with Sneakgit trailing as far behind as he dared (Krash was quite big after all)
The revs of the chainsword Krusha had recieved- and modified- echoed back at Sneakgit, but he lacked the wit to have kept it for himself

*The slaanesh follower slowly retracts his hand as the fluid hits the floor.*

We have more upstairs. And... that...

*He points to the demonic looking suit in the corner*

It doesn't have any fuel, but if we had some promethium in it... THAT could be fun.

*Slowly R'lyth and K'li come down the stairs, R'ly has donned a gas mask in addition to his normal visor. He speaks slowly and softly*

Hello... My name is R'lyth... I'm in charge of these men... You said we could find bring suffering... Explain...

Krash was lost, natural affinity aside, the wreckage of the invasion had left a maze of wreckage and now the orks were wandering aimlessly, looking for something
On the other hand, gork or mork had provided enough scrap to fully rearm the boyz, so when an opportunity presented itself krumping was a certainty

Karnus extends his arms, a green cloud of unknown toxic gas and flies emanating from his body.

'Look around you... This world is ripe with fruit, only waiting for the glorious hand of apocalyptic pestilence... Remaining here is a waste of the Grandfather's generosity... We must repay his kindness with the suffering of life...'

With those words, he turns and leaves the building, the thundering steps of the massively heavy Astartes footsteps echoing throughout the store.

*The firewarrior and the pathfinder look to the commander, undue of what to do.*

We follow them... Remember this location...

*The firewarrior looks over to the pathfinder*

Shame those nurglites didn't see the cellar, they love that stuff.

*The pathfinder retches a bit to himself.*

Krash and his mob finally found their way out of the maze, only to see an expanse of carnage ahead of them, ruins, bodies, fires, all signs of a good fight, a shame Krash had been too busy killing the old boss- what was his name? It didn't matter anymore, the others had accepted krash's leadership with no bashing of skulls needed, mores the pity
But now Krash needed to have a plan, or challenges may be raised, or more likely just a scrap, the waaagh!!!! was small enough without losing more, two boyz and that runt, pipskweek or whatever it was.
A plan, keep moving forward and hope to find more orks to beat into line. Simple. But orkish


As the orks moved on Sneakgit grinned to himself, "stupid ork, doesn't know what Sneakgit found in the wreck,"
Then, upon hearing a creak from the surrounding wreckage Sneakgit sprinted after the orks, after all, they were better at fighting than him, he was all brains

Krieg, being no tech priest, barely managed to coax the Machine Spirit back to rumbling life. It however did not seem to be happy. It growled, hissed, screeched and spat its protests as it lumbered towards the nearest city.

As he neared the city the chimera chuffed and died for a final time. Coffing, Krieg pulled himself out of the transport. Glancing around he thought he saw a dark form dash past a broken window. Feeling the chill of dread run down his spine he quickly hefted his plasma gun and dashed as far from the smoking transport as fast and quietly as possible.

Something had to be done, four times now (because Sneakgit was very smart, he could count to 5) Krash had led the orcs into skirmishes with other survivors, every time with humans, only one of those had had weapons.
Krash seemed determined to die, sooner or later they was gonna chance upon some of those giant armoured humies, or dem shooty ones.
Sneakgit had to have a plan, three orks and him (even with his mega brain) wouldn't stand a chance against something actually tough. Sneakgit didn't have a plan, yet, but he had his secret thing hidden away nearby, and he'd been watching, one of the orks, smudge, was clearly good with tek, all orks were, but this was different, that would come in handy
The other ork, slope, was a typical ork, the kind that gave green skins such a simple reputation
And Krash was similar, good in a scrap but short on brains

Luckily these orks had Sneakgit, he was the smartest greenskin around, you didn't live long as a grot without being very sneaky, and very resourceful

And Sneakgit had found his secret thing...

Karnus advances through the city with his brothers in tow. Dusk is falling, but as the sun sets, the alertness of the Plague Marines rises. They now walk with Bolters at the ready, aiming outward from the group, ready to pound anything that moves with a storm of infected Bolter shells.

The Plague Champion coughs again and rips out a maggot from his flesh. The writhing, sickening creature twists in his grasp, and then he proceeds to horrifically put the maggot in his deformed, distended mouth, consuming it with a sickly squelch. He gazes back to see how the Tau react to this grotesque display before returning his attention to the march.

'So...' he says, coughing up a few half-digested bits of maggot, 'What are you doing here?...'

Krieg held his breath as he saw the group of what looked to be rotted Astartes and Tau forces walking in the street below. He instinctively froze and held his breath. He knew he was outmatched and daren't try to engage the Traitor Marines or the Tau. He could only hope to remain unnoticed. He offered a silent prayer that his armor and uniform was of similar grey to the building ruin he was crawling through. He held his plasma gun out of sight and slowly deactivated the energy cell so the glow wouldn't attract unwanted attention.

A humie is hiding only twenty paces from here, his grey clothes may match the rubble he's in but Sneakgit can smell his unwashed body.
Fortunately for the human the orks are busy feasting on their most recent kill, some form of large rodent. Sneakgit has seen the plasma gun and has no intention of alerting the others to this 'I need these orks if my secret thing is to be of use' he says to himself

A thundering explosion sent waves of ionized air, setting Xilians nerves on edge. She was already paranoid, she was always paranoid, for she was a Druchi, a Dark Eldar Archon. Archons who aren't paranoid don't stay like that for long. But even she didn't expect the ingeniously despicable trick a rival Archon, maybe even Vect himself, had pulled by killing, cloning and replacing her favorite trueborn. She should never of given him that blaster...

Xilian came out better then most. There mangled corpses lay strewn across the deck of the burnt out raider near the whole the blaster shot in the engine. She wasn't the only one in her predicament either as she saw 2 other Raiders crash as well. Her eyes narrowed on the nearest crash, her eyes long since replaced with those of a Hyper Sensitive Helspider, and she saw a large imposing figure dragging two limp figures from the flames.

The Archon readied her weapon belt, containing a Blaster Pistol, Soul Trap and Husk Blade as well as attached her Shadowfield across her breast in case of emergencies and set off. She arrived to see the limp figures back on their feat applying burn medicine under the imposing shadow of a Large Incubus. The Warrior lugged around a lightweight shredder and a supple Wych tentatively applied seal skin, trying to remove any blemishes. Urian the Incubi raised his great klaive before lowering it with a curt nod, the bedraggled troops also managed to hobble to attension.

''Gather what you can. we enter the town to search for supplies and...refreshments.'' Xilian said menacingly. The rubble creaked and a half dead Warrior crawled out of the fire, his armour blackened and cracked. With adequate time he would make a full recovery. Xilian put her blade through his skull and drank in his departing soul. It's not much, but she would have to make the best of it.

*upon seeing the plague marines display, the pathfinder stood completely still for a moment... just a moment, then doubled over retching again before depractly trieing to remove his helmet.*

OH SLAANESH! IT'S IN MY HELMET! IN MY HELMET! MY HELMET! HELMET!

*When he was finally able to wretch it off, it as clear to all those around him he had vomited and his blue face was now covered with sickly green*

*The (Khornate) Firewarrior began to laugh hysterically at this, But was quickly silenced by Ry'lth's hand.*

No need to draw attention... EITHER of you.... Keep moving...

The Plague Marines do not notice the hiding Guardsman, or if they do, they make no sign of showing it. They walk past his hiding place, dangerously close, and continues forward. As pure pestilence spreads in the wake of their footsteps, the green, rotting carpet of disease draws ever closer to Krieg's hideout...

Karnus, meanwhile, rips out another maggot from his infested flesh and offers it to the Tau.

'Here... Rejoice in the glorious taste of Grandfather Nurgle's blessed ichor, and revel in his putrid blessings...'

*The Firewarrior takes it, eager to kill anything, even if it is just a bug, and bites down on it.*

*The Pathfinder is sick once more.*

The noxious smell drifted into his nose and mouth. It took all of Krieg's willpower not to start gagging and retching. Only the knowledge of his discovery made it possible for him to stay silent. He waited till they passed till he risked moving again. Quickly reactivating the plasma gun with murmured prayers to the weapons volatile machine spirit. He glimpsed a small splotch of green. He pretended not to see it as he started moving in the direction the Plague Marines had come from. He kept glancing around pretending not to see the green, but never really losing track of where it was. He knew it wasn't an Ork. At least not a living one, it would have attacked either himself or the group that had passed nearby. So he guessed it had to be one of the lesser Greenskins. Grots? Gretchin. He wasn't really sure of the difference. Instead he covertly wandered the city trying to find a landmark he could recognize so he could orient himself to the spaceport. So far his foray had turned up squat.

Xilian surveyed the situation, it appeared 4 factions had spawned from the desperate survivors, maybe more. The deranged followers of the plague lord where evident to her half the city away with their putrid stench. She saw 3 orks in a clearing, having a scrap amongst themselves. Se thought he saw something, an ork sneaking in the rubble painted purple, then logic kicked in. An ork, sneaking, in purple? Her eyes where playing tricks on her. The Tau were usually a mewling race ready for plunder, taking it with open arms, there where not those Tau. They had a purpose that made them dangerous. Lastly, Her eyes locked upon gouts of hot breath escaping from a niche among the rubble into the cool air, she rounded the corner to see a Guardsmen crouching in what a human would think would be a stealthy position.

The Guardsmen would be easy prey, usually. But behind him lay her escape plan and the best possible life line she could think of. Xillian sent the lithe Wych, armed with a plethora of knives and daggers to leap across the rubble with cat-like stealth. She came from above him, utterly silent. He turned to try shoot but the cramped confines of his hiding spot made it difficult, but she was only playing. She kicked the feat from under him and stood her sharp heals upon his wrist.

Xilian stood over him, Huskblade at his neck, before wracking her brain for his rudimentary knowledge of the Mon'Kaih tongue. ''Now, human, I propose an alliance of sorts. I will give you your life, on one condition.'' She gestured to the clearing behind him where a rusted and battered Chimera ''Can you drive that behemoth?''

Krieg gulped, he hardly even had a chance to react before the Xeno was atop him. As her heels dug into his wrists, he gritted his teeth, glanced at the chimera, and gave a sharp nod of ascent. "I can probably get it running, but how do I know you won't kill me once I take you where you need to go?"

Xilian smiled, the cautious where far more desirable allies then the fool hardy. Caution keeps people alive, especially an Archon can understand this.

''In the frankly insulting case that you cannot take my word for it'' Xilian said gleefully ''Then know this, we will need each other if we are to escape this planet, we will need you for your knowledge of the clumsy mechanisms of the space port and you will need us to get you through the possible sea of Tyranids between us and said Space Port. Once we arrive then we can take our separate ways. At any rate, this seems far more comfortable then the alternative...''

The Wych danced off of the Human, blowing him an alluring kiss while the cut away sections of her armour leaving little to the imagination. The Incubi brought his Klaive down, stopping centimetres above the Human, but he wasn't threatening, he was offering him the handle of the weapon to help him up. ''What do you say human, we are all friends here, can't we all get along and kill everyone else?'' Xilian giggled, if she got to the space port, she could steal each and every ship on her way back to Commarragh, she would return richer then ever!

Suddenly, the Plague Marines spin around. They heard something. Though their bodies are decayed, their hearing remain superhuman and the voices of unknown entities is all too audible to them. They immediately shift into a run, perhaps not very swiftly- they are servants of Nurgle after all- but still faster than most humans. The ground almost seems to shake with the footfalls of the massively heavy Astartes as they dash back to the source of the sound. Once there, they spot a gathering of Xenos. Eldar, it seems, more specifically their dark kin. Without hesitation, the Plague Marines lift their bolters and let loose a fusilliade of infected Bolter shells, Karnus adding shots from his pistol to the barrage.