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there you go dark, although with all the images you're using, could you perhaps put each person as a spoiler?

bio will come tomorrow, after school

Kaphas ran as fast as his legs could carry him through the winding corridors of the Tomb Sanguinus, his heart filled with primordial terror. A mocking laugh followed him as he ran, echoing against the steel walls, and pounding into his head like a mad drummer. He nearly stumbled as he rounded a sharp corner, rushing into an ancient airlock, Kaphas punched his palm against the CLOSE button, sealing him inside with four layers of reinforced armored plating. Not even Death could find him in here, he was safe. He panted heavily, sweat running freely down his black robes, the eight-pointed Star of Chaos clenched to tightly in his fist that his hand bled. The laughter had stopped, and Kaphas's head was filled with blessed silence at last. He slumped to the floor, drawing in greedy gulps of air as he did so. He reflected on the fate of his Brotherhood, the cult that he had once called his own.

They were meeting as they always did, in the mess of a former Chartist Vessel, calling upon the power of the Four to give them knowledge and strength. As Brother Nol was reciting from the Book of Lorgar, the laughter had begun, a mirthful sound filled with equal parts malice and delight. They had looked about, searching for the source of the vocalization, and had snatched up weapons to search for the interloper. Brother Merkain was the first to die, his body swelling for a horrible second before rupturing, spraying the walls with his internal fluids. They had seen only the swirling coat of the attacker as he leapt back into the shadows, laughing as he did so. Later, they had found Nol, his throat slashed, and strung up on a pipe for all to see. A look of pure terror was etched upon his face. Chen was the final victim, his body reduced to a hazy after-image burned onto the wall by a beam of impossibly bright light. That had been when Kaphas had fled, not wanting to become prey for the Laughter.

Now snapping back to the present, Kaphas could hear the laughter again, right outside the airlock. Thinking himself safe from the specter, he called out;

"The Gods protect me Apparition! There is nothing you can do to harm me!"

To that, the Laughter, guffawed mightily, and said simply, in a voice cold and detached,

"Do you think you're safe here?"

Then silence reigned once again, and Kaphas began to regret his boast. Suddenly, he heard the first door whoosh open, followed by the second, and then the third. Pushing himself against the back of the chamber, he raised his laspistol with trembling hands, waiting for the inevitable. The fourth door opened, and the Laughter stepped inside, not touching the ground, floating on a cushion of air. He was terrible to behold, wearing a breastplate made of human bone, and clad in black jester's motley. A long-barreled weapon with a scythe-like blade fused to the tip was held in his hands. But most terrifying of all was his face, a shifting mass of monstrous faces that twisted and leered at the cultist before melting away only to be replaced with a more horrible bestiary of faces. The Laughter giggled, and fired his weapon. A bolt of black matter punched into his chest, and Kaphas screamed as his blood vessels expanded, blowing him apart, and coating the airlock with his remains. His work done, the Laughter turned on his heel, and stalked out in search of more prey.

(1. WOW this RP took off fast.

2. This has got to be the single biggest RP ((in terms of amount of players)) that I've been in

3. Considering the orks own a significant part of the hulk I would say that there are several thousand of many shapes and sizes. )

The body of an ork nob klunked down at Warklaw's feet. It wasn't dead by any means but it was getting there. There was a roar of approval from the boyz that had gathered around to see the fight. The nob tried to get up but its face was met with a giant steel shod boot and teef flew as the nob toppled back over. Warklaw, standing triumphantly over the dazed nob. He raised his Warklaw in the air and turned his back on the injured challenger. Roaring a battlecry much to the adulation of his boyz. Many raised their own weapons in response and shouted WAAAAAGH!!!! at the top of their lungs. The nob got up and saw the back of Warklaw, it smiled, he had a good shot for his boss' back. Raising his choppa The nob bellowed in triumph as he slammed it towards Warklaw's head.

For such a big monster, Warklaw was fast, his powerclaw deftly grabbed the nob's entire arm and severing it neatly. The nob yelled in pain and fell back with his one arm spiraling. Warklaw stepped on the nob's head. This had been happening more frequently as word got out that the hulk was nearing a human planet. The boyz had become excited and anxious and these strong feelings usually expressed themselves rather violently when it came to orks. Warklaw added pressure with another shout of triumph as the nobs head squished under his boot, it twitched, they usually did, until it became still. picking up the body with his powerful hand Warklaw raised it into the air. The nob's body was massive but not nearly the size of Warklaw's

"IZ BIGGEST SO IZ DA BOSS!!! ANY OV YOU LOT DAT TINKS UDDERWIZE CAN JOIN KRUMPROT ERE!" The chamber became quiet as Warklaw proclaimed his superiority. He threw the limp body neatly into the maw of his waiting squig Izzy who began to tear into it with gusto.

Warklaw looked around at the gaping boyz, he smacked the closest one with his fist and roared once more. "Wot are you lot gawpin at?!? WE GOT OWERSELVES A WAAAAAAAGH!!! TA MAKE. GET MOVIN! DOSE UMIES DUN CHOP DEMSELVES!!!"

With that, the orks dispersed and Warkaw watched them go back to work on the machines that would bring them to the surface of the planet. He smiled and turned to pet his squig

"Dis is gunna be fun." Warklaw said still smiling and showing his massive tusks.

Oh man. This is right up my alley. Mind if I hop in on this? Oh pretty-please Master GM? (Note: This is my first RP of this format, so we'll see how this goes. )

If so here will be my character:

Character name: Celestus Maglovin
Character age: 13042 years old
Character race: Demon/Human
Character profession: Demon Prince of Slaanesh
Character personality: Loves to bask in pleasures, pleasures of any nature! Such is the way of true followers of Slaanesh. Hates Eldar. Vile, sensuous, and conniving.
Character appearance:
Credit to BloodofOrks. This is his masterfully painted model! (Which can be voted on Here)
Character height: 11 feet (13 feet at top of wings)
Character equipment:
-Demon Trident (it thirsts for pleasure as much as its master, if not more!)-Right hand
-Tongue Whip-Left hand (along with the extended fingers)
-Plasma Gun-A part of the armor above the Left Hand in much the same way as a GK
Character bio/background story:

Celestus has been a part of his legion since its founding. He fought with much ferocity in the Great Crusade.

An avid sculptor when not on the battlefield he and his Primarch would pass time together (a rarity to be sure, but it happened none the less) discussing the finer points of the art. However, when the Heresy took place, Celestus had to be convinced to turn on the Emperor. It took only the intervention of a demon. In his crusades he had found a small sculpture of exquisite design of an odd figure. He strove to recreate it on a larger scale. In frustration at one point, Celestus smashed the figurine thus releasing the trapped demon within. He inhaled it and now shares his skull with the demon.

It was this entity that drove him to mad pleasure heights on the battlefield. Celestus began to enjoy the feel of combat. He enjoyed his victims blood raining on his face as he severed limbs, heads, and split bellies. He would lick his weapons clean of the wondrous liquid. Nothing could keep him from closing on the enemy if ever there was a chance. Except of course for the plasma gun. The heat as it spewed from his weapon. The way his foe screamed as the liquid fire enveloped them. The way he could see their corpse disintegrate. It was excess in its finest!

So it went for many a year. Celestus and his demon friend grew in power and bond. Over time his victories grew in splendor, and they pleasure Slaanesh so. Thus he was granted demon-hood.

He has been exploring the Hulk for sculptures for the past 12 years, and slaying anything he has come upon.

Forces:

Celestus leads a band of:
-30 Emperor's Children
3 squads of ten each armed with a plasma gun and plasma cannon

-10 noise marines
8 sonic blasters
2 blastmasters

-10 possessed marines
10 bolt pistols and chainswords

-roughly 35 demonettes (the number changes constantly as some are killed and others coalesce with their peers to share in Celestus' pleasures)
each is armed with a blade in one hand and a chitaneous claw in place of the other

-10 chaos hounds (in fittingly Slaaneshi appearance: no fur, simply pink, wet, slimy skin)

-128 cultists (these were gathered before he entered the hulk. At that time they were 754.)
Each is armed with a lasgun and knife, though some have plasma pistols

Of course you can join! But, only 1300 years old? In material terms he'd be about 13000 years old.. but in the warp, time is meaningless.

Darkvoidof40k wrote:Of course you can join! But, only 1300 years old? In material terms he'd be about 13000 years old.. but in the warp, time is meaningless.

Then ya I got the age wrong. I was shooting for him being around 30 in M29. So its fixed now.

OOC:

Cue a piece of RP born out of boredom.

BIC:

inhaling a large breath of smoke, he reached for his cigar and put it between his fingers, out of between his lips.

"You know, I reckon we need to frag this Machine Man after all." Charkos said to his squad sergeants.

"Do you reckon the meltas will be enough, boss?" Blach asked.

"It would do the trick," Charkos replied. "But we need something more fancy." he said, grinning.

He dropped back again, back in his seat. He raised his cigar to his lips again, inhaling the next toxic fume.

Shock and awe, age old tactic that still worked. Martelius had on purpose provoked the guardsmen, so he could have excuse to show his martial strength.
It was better to be feared than loved, he thought.

opening his vox-transmitter, he called his second in command, Tribune Vlad
++Vlad come in++
++Receiving, adept Martelius++
++are the servitors ready++
++first and second are fully combat ready, but rest are hardy in shape to walk++
++and the reason for this is?++
++poison,sir. someone injected them with very large of dose of onslaught++
++well at least we have our heavy bolters ready.meet me lander 10++
++yes sir! Vlad out++

closing the channel, Martelius turned to other channel, one that was connected to little listening devise hided during maintenance.

OOC edit: honestly i didn't see your newest update

"Guess we'll have to wait for the right moment then. " Sergeant Volstec continued the plotting.

The mood in the lander was odd. Normally, the Ousians would sit still, wait for the moment to drop. Now, after three times being delayed, they looked happy.

The men were laughing, Mohan played his banjo, ... it seemed they thought it would be easy, like they didn't expect any resistance on the hulk.

Smoke filled the lander, lho sticks, cigars, and other contraband means of leisure clogged the vision with smoke. It was like the bars back on Ousia.

Devastator wrote:

OOC edit: honestly i didn't see your newest update

Meh, doesn't matter.

Darkvoidof40k wrote:

Arken Vul'tan01 wrote:

Scrazza wrote:OOC

@Arken

Will it be stong enough to ram through the space Hulk's hull? I dunno... ... it will most certainly smash into pieces.

OOC
Guns? Lascannons and missles should do the trick!

Yeah.. about that..

Anyone mind waiting for me to actually decide what the Space Hulk looks like?

The odd piece of glass, maybe.. but I'm probably going to (laziness depending) event the whole thing.

Ermm.. I think it looks like a large battle barge with a kill Krozza smasheinto the front of it. And many smaller ships tangled between the two. Remants of a planet on it aswell, explains Necron presence. Also means there are gateways into it because it is part battle barge. Maybe a part eldar craftworld. And maybe some small mycetic spores stuck to it too like large zits?
But that is my veiw of the Hulk.
I have a better image of Glaudian because he is in termi amour.

Maybe the space hulk looks a bit like this?



Yes, the head on top is a daemonic mutation.

Smashed into a battle barge? Please!

how about orky death star?

meh, I dunno, it's Darko's call.

It's the size of a large moon. So it's about as big as anything else ever encountered . It has tech from the Dark Age of Technology, including weapons and shields.. in total, if one were to pull appart every ship from the Hulk, they would find 797 vessels in total. This includes eleven ships of Battle-Barge size (just for scale purposes), 48 Ork Kroozers (there was a rather incidental collision this one time you see.. and more than one Waaagh! has deliberately boarded it, only to realise their mistake once they can't escape).. as before said, a Hive ship completely immersed into part of the Space Hulk, which is still churning out Tyranids, ancient Eldar craft.. and far, far more. I'll leave it for you guys to deside what it looks like for yourselves, but we'll be able to establish a few facts along the way.

But just try to imagine an actual mass of ships THE SIZE OF A MOON! Very big.. about 1/3rd the size of Planet Earth. Nothing even compares to that.

But the maddening exterior of the Tomb Sanguinis is as nothing to the horrors you will meet along the way.. for who can truly say what beats in the twisted heart of this Space Hulk? Will you survive long enough to find out? For all inhabitants know not to venture within kilometres of there..

Darko can you change my image to the new one I have supplied please. Thank you!

((

But just try to imagine an actual mass of ships THE SIZE OF A MOON! Very big.. about 1/3rd the size of Planet Earth. Nothing even compares to that.

yo momma's so fat obi wan said: that's no moon! THATS YO MOMMA! jkjkjk sorry I couldn't help myself.))

Old dude, old .

Am I missing something dark? Am I now an active character or does that only happen when I'm added to the OP?

I'd like to start RPing, but not if it would be for nothing ya know?

Yeah, you can start roleplaying.

Glaudain sat in the Storm Raven with the purifiers. The hulk looked really close from the Battle Barge but in truth it was futher away than it looked. The very size of the Hulk dwarfed the ballte barge behind them. It had already felt like 2hours. All the Grey Knights were in prayer.

eep! Parents/GCSE evening tomorrow..

Ah well, I'll see about doing some event later tonight if I haven't already collapsed with tiredness/reached the point of no return of fatigue.

*Sits on a chair, surrounded by edible stuff (not always edible, just things to chew on), waiting for the inevitable doom of the approaching event*

Hm. Pointless grammatical detail-picking and whining: activate!

Where you wrote "doom of the approaching event", I assume you are referring to the doom it will supposedly cause, not in fact, some unknown force that will cause the doom of the event.

Yeah, you can tell I'm bored.

Yes, I meant the doom it will cause.

Doesn't matter I'm bored as well. I have some math to study,...but I'm bored.

Maths is the suckage. I hate it. I was doubly disappointed to return home and find two brand new Maths GCSE books sitting on my bed.

DAMN YOU PARENTS!

'til then.. make something happen.. I dunno, have some guy get possessed or something.. or have the Space Hulk fire some uber laser that destroys stuff.

*gasps* yep, there will be DOOM.

Pahah, that wasn't a trailer, that was an order! Get writing!

And do make sure something interesting happens.. Perhaps leave me something to expand on later..

It's not the taking part that counts.. it's the amount of stuff that dies.

Meh, I think I have RP'ed enough before the start of the roleplay. I currently have around of 10 in character posts, and the RP's not even underway.