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Darkvoidof40k wrote:Need..to..make..fictional..evil marines..die..raaargh!

Sorry to kill your Buzz, but Alex is not a marine. (or is he?). We need to clarify this. Probably.

chowderhead13 wrote:

Darkvoidof40k wrote:Need..to..make..fictional..evil marines..die..raaargh!

Sorry to kill your Buzz, but Alex is not a marine. (or is he?). We need to clarify this. Probably.

I said marines, not marine. I'm talking about everything that's gonna get in Arkus' way.

Edit: Plus it's already been clarified (by me) - he's not a marine, just an "uber cultist" via his gauntlets making hm coo-coo and gifts from Khorne.

40k profile would be something like this:

WS: 4
BS: 2
S: 4
T: 3
W: 1
I: 3
A: 2
LD: 8
Sv: 4+

Wargear:
Khornate gauntlet things (subject to Rage USR?)
Brass armour of Khorne? ??
Daemonic Strength (old chaos 'dex wargear - +1 strength)
Chainaxe
Mark of Khorne

Special Rules:
Furious charge

Darkvoidof40k wrote:
WS: 4
BS: WHO NEEDS GUNS WHEN I CAN TEAR MEN IN HALF WITH MY THIGHS???
S: 4
T: 3
W: 2
I: 4
A: 4
LD: 8
Sv: 5+

Wargear:
Khornate gauntlet things
Daemonic Strength (old chaos 'dex wargear - +1 strength)
Chainaxe (deamon weapon)
Mark of Khorne

Special Rules:
Furious charge
Rage

Fiexed it for ya

Remember, he's suped up guard with special gloves.
No offence...

chowderhead13 wrote:

Darkvoidof40k wrote:
WS: 4
BS: 3 (not that he'll ever use a gun?!)
S: 4
T: 3
W: 1
I: 3
A: 2
LD: 8
Sv: 4+

Wargear:
Khornate gauntlet things
Daemonic Strength (old chaos 'dex wargear - +1 strength)
Chainaxe
Mark of Khorne
Carapace armour (crafted to make it all Khornate)

Special Rules:
Furious charge
Rage

Fiexed it for ya

Remember, he's suped up guard with special gloves.
No offence...

"souped up"

While he was a guardsman, in his picture he has Chaos marine armour, no? So I propose he was given "speshul armah" by Khorne for killing the Skull Champion (unheard of forever and a day) and he took the Champions' chainaxe. I see no reason for it to be a Daemon weapon, as there's really no way a normal human could control the Daemon within (it's too powerful!). That's why only Chaos Lords have 'em. Initiative 4: no normal human is that fast (except Inquisitors, but they're just silly with their outdated codecies). The Khornate Gauntlets are what is possessing him into slaughter and the worship of Khorne. I suppose they could grant +1 I but I'm not sure that'd be the best thing. A: 2 is fine, because there's no way that he's as furious or viscious as Calgar.

You need to play into your character a bit more. With the game stats we're making here, you're making him stronger than he should be/is/needs to be. He'll kill anything that gets in his way anyway, and his greater speed and savagery when the blood starts to flow is represented by Furious Charge.

As for W: 2, that's just a . He's not physically tough enough to take that much damage (he's not gonna survive more point-blank bolter rounds than a space marine!).

I've thought of something you might like, however:

Gauntlets of Slaughter - the wearer has the Feel No Pain Universal Special Rule on a turn he charges into an assault.


^ represents the Gauntlets driving him into such a frenzy he doesn't notice the pain of the wounds inflicted on him.


At present, I think the profile I've got is

Haha everyone arguing over silly old me , To clarify I am just a Guardsman with some gifts from Khorne.

AlexGrannell wrote:Haha everyone arguing over silly old me , To clarify I am just a Guardsman with some gifts from Khorne.

Told you TOLD YOU

To be honest I don't really care

Mozzyfuzzy wrote:To be honest I don't really care

Hey you guys, I'm back! Dark and Chowderhead, what have you been up to? I will post up some more stuff over the next week, you can recommence RPing now.

Cadet_Commissar_Ludd wrote:Hey you guys, I'm back! Dark and Chowderhead, what have you been up to? I will post up some more stuff over the next week, you can recommence RPing now.

Booyah!


"Where're you hiding, little Word Bearer? Come out and play.. with my CHAINSWORD!"

Bwa-hawr-hawr.. I mean..*ahem*..*cough* *cough*.. "For the Emperor! Die Heretic!" *laughs madly*

Darkvoidof40k wrote:

AlexGrannell wrote:Haha everyone arguing over silly old me , To clarify I am just a Guardsman with some gifts from Khorne.

Told you TOLD YOU

Fine. *grumble*

Ludd wrote: Hey you guys, I'm back! Dark and Chowderhead, what have you been up to?

Nuthin... Just being a match, as always...

Darkvoidof40k wrote:

AlexGrannell wrote:Haha everyone arguing over silly old me , To clarify I am just a Guardsman with some gifts from Khorne.

Told you TOLD YOU

Gifts do not have to include POWER ARMOR.

See that? I can use big letters, too! Yaya me!

"HUGE SARCASM"

nice to see the rp is back on track...lol

I gotta reread where we left off so Ill leave it up to someone else to break the ice.

/removed

Shut the hell up everyone, this isn't a flamefest, it's an RPG!
This is the kind of stuff I set up the RPG discussion thread for... jeez.
also, edit back your quoting madness please.

Cadet_Commissar_Ludd wrote:Shut the hell up everyone, this isn't a flamefest, it's an RPG!
This is the kind of stuff I set up the RPG discussion thread for... jeez.
also, edit back your quoting madness please.

Keep yer 'ead on.

It wasn't a flamefest, it was just a bit of enthusiastic discussion. Y'know how good writing is at conveying emotion, right?

The remaining Tyranids suddenly all screeched in pain, the psychic backlash of the death of the Patriarch driving them mad with pain. Reducing them all momentarily to easy prey, he took advantage - hacking and slashing all about himself, soon a dozen lay dead beneath his feet. The remaining Genestealers recovered their wits and charged, but all were eventually overcome by Arkus' greater strength and ferocity. He continued onward down another corridor, almost certain he could hear more hisses echoing around him, and he made sure to check every bulkhead, maintenance shaft and vent as he passed them; however nothing attempted another attack. He wandered for a long while before encountering anything of interest; as he turned a corner it opened up into a wide, open space before him. From his vantage point high above the floor of this gargantuan room, he spied on those below. He bared his teeth in a silent snarl at what he saw: traitors, and lots of them. He seemed to be in a large hanger or launch bay - there were two Thunderhawks below, and it seemed they were being fueled up and loaded. One - far longer than the other - carried two Land Raiders underneath it, the other a standard Gunship; horrifically desecrated, but nonetheless, quite recognisable. Doing a quick estimate, he counted around three or four dozen. Referring to logic, he believed this correct, as the Thunderhawk Gunship could only transport roughly thirty Astartes. He grimaced as he accepted that even he, with his enhanced body on account of the blessed Geneseed that ran through his vains, would be hard-pressed to take on so many at once. He noted a figure that seemed to eminate foul power as he began to call to the other traitors. The thirty-odd Word Bearers assembled in ranks infront of the man, who wielded a weapon once holy but now defaced: a Crozias Arcanum. The thought that a Chaplain, one who should be amongst the most faithful of a chapter, could fall to the blasphemous promises of Chaos sicked him to his core. As he watched, the Dark Apostle began to speak - foul words of praise to the pantheon of the Chaos Gods. Restraining himself with barely contained rage, and hate for those who had turned their backs on the Emperor of mankind who without they would not be here, he began to formulate a plan... he could not allow these foul traitors to set foot upone whatever planet lay below - for surely there could be no other reason for the presence of the Gunships.

OOC: Sorry for not posting, I completely forgot . Also, I apologise in advance for any spelling or grammer mistakes, as I'm unable to use a computer proper ATM and so have to type everything from my Ipod.

IC: Kade trudged miserably along the ruined street, idly sweeping his shotgun in wide arcs. The other 6 or so members of the squad, including O'Malley and Carious, walked with him, all looking equally fed up. Kade had no idea where the Astartes had gone, but doubtlesss they were off making everyone kiss their ass.
After what seemed like hours, they came to the smouldering remains of an Arbite precint.It was obviously abandoned, it's inhabitents no doubt slain by the invaders, but it seemed like an acceptable location to male camp for the night. After setting down a makeshift bedspread and stocking up on ammo, Kade noticed a dscarded helmet lying around that matched the one he had lost earlier. Walking over to collect it, Kade visibly jumped as a voice behind broke the silence-O'malley.
"With no offence ment, trooper, how the throne are you not dead? A spawn ambushes your squad and tears through them like they're paper, yet you survive. A chosen of the blood god attacks you, but once again you get out okay-why?"
Kade smiled. "Perhaps I'm just lucky, Corporal. Or perhaps." Be added, as he clicked the helmet into place, "There is a god watching over me after all."

"It looked like an acceptable location to male camp for the night."



If the level of quality of jokes required to make me laugh wasn't so high, I would've laughed at that. But as I didn't, yet still found it funny, you can pretend that I am one of the four little green laughers above this paragraph. <-- or that one.


Funny typo is funny.

QUICK! SOMEONE SIGGY IT BEFORE IT IS FIXED!

Darkvoidof40k wrote:"It looked like an acceptable location to male camp for the night."



If the level of quality of jokes required to make me laugh wasn't so high, I would've laughed at that. But as I didn't, yet still found it funny, you can pretend that I am one of the four little green laughers above this paragraph. <-- or that one.


Funny typo is funny.

QUICK! SOMEONE SIGGY IT BEFORE IT IS FIXED!

@myself. I blame this on exhaustion and having to type on the worlds most ******** keyboard. Irritatingly, as my Ipod is failtastic and won't let me select just one bit to delete (I'd have to get rid of everything after it as well), I won't be able to fix it for a while.

And to anwer any queries, no I am not homosexual (not that I have anything against people who are, obviously).

It's all cool Faunt, noone would suggest that.


Well, as far as words go, that sounded sarcastic . It wasn't meant to be .

Man, it's like there's been a RP halt recently.

Well, almost.

What your problem is Dark, is that you point out when something's stopped, but you dont do anything about it.

IC: Most of the Arbites had been killed in the Precinct. The swirling melee had caused most of her soldiers to go down fast. Of her survivors, one was missing an arm, and another, the rookie who'd been on the force less time than the average life expectancy of a grot, was completely blinded by the gas. Piggy and the weasely man were still in one piece, and the two cybernetic hounds, apart from slight jaw cloggage due to copious amounts of gristle, were online and running. Castella sighed deeply, and looked out of the shattered window of the hab block they had taken refuge in. In the distance there was the occasional staccato of fire, but things seemed to be quietening down for the night.

Castella switched her comm link on and cycled through all the channels. Most of the official channels were spewing reports on fatality numbers and predictions, as well as the production quotas. On the arbite channel she heard only the screams for forgiveness and the revving of multiple chainblades.

Nope. They were really quite alone out here tonight, and without weapons, they were in deep sh*t.

ghosty wrote:What your problem is Dark, is that you point out when something's stopped, but you dont do anything about it.

Sorry to go off topic (again ), but you kinda' sound in a bad mood. What's up dude?

Dont ask, cos I wont tell.

"Do nothing about it,"? I posted IC earlier, and it's 9pm and I'm gonna get some food in about 10 minutes.

Not sure what you mean by doing nothing about it, nor why you imply it is a fault I have that shows up often - enlighten me with some examples?

Anyway, grumble over, I've been reading the Ultramarines omnibus recently. Anyone else read it? Personally, I think it's brilliant. (Well, that was random. Then again, it is me, isn't it? )

Fine, whatever, you've got secrets to keep. I can respect that.

Not secrets. Just stuff Im not planning on sharing with people I have never met before.

^Wise words ghosty

OOC-Just out of interest as I have no idea, where would the arbites put people's belongings e.g. pistol/shotgun/sword. As i would like to have all the facts straight before getting Francis out of his cell, BEFORE the angry ex-marine tries to pummel him.

You mean "evidence" or things owned by prisoners? I'd imagine put to the torch if it's heretical, or stored in some locker or room. "Evidence locker/ARMOURY"