The Pall of Abrantias XII: The devastation of the fields of many tears. A Warhammer 40K RPG

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**dragonjaj**

Tyranic Marta wrote:*shrug* i cant help that, i understand what you mean tho, i have a friend with dyslexia so bad he writes backwards sometiems, but he gets along just fine. If needed just run your longer posts through word before posting them, that would be great

im not being grammer gestapo and i dont mind the odd mistake, but when it gets to the stage when i can barely read your posts so i can reply to them its gone a bit far... :S

anyhoo

"Not quite. The chaos forces on the planet were losing, and badly, the plague was a desperate attempt to recover their positions, and it worked, almost too well"

(I cant use word no prodoct code/activation key thing for it so it wount let me copy past to the net or any thing like that my only writeing tool is note pad.)

"So it seems." replided Altaya

**nocturne's wrath**

Sorry did unscurb accedentily

**blood reaper**

Sorry that I've not been posting but I'm going to quit the RPG , Its just not my thing but still a very good storyline.

**Tyranic Marta**

cheers man, and DW bout it, its all good. Theres more than enough RPers to keep this going.

**Tyranic Marta**

(dragonjaj) Ahhhhh ok then, i understand... maybe find an online spell check? idk

either way

"Nothing is left of the victems except radioactive slop... It was a rather aggressive virus, attacking the hosts skin cells first... Its a greusome death made worse by the after affects" The Space Marine falls silent briefly. "None deserve that"

**Tyranic Marta**

(noccy) unscurb????

The guardsmen fan out around you in a defensive perimeter but nothing opposes your route till you get to the Rendevous. Then a tall imposing Commisar walk slowly towards your company. he stops infront of you and leans down to your level, "Name rank serial number" Hisvoice is surprisingly soft for a commisar but nonetheless quite menacing.

**Tyranic Marta**

The Tyranids that the Necrons were fighting abruptly change course and scuttle towards you, and behind you you can hear the faint hiss of the Necron skimmers. A stream of clicks and buzzes come from the necrons as they halt and prepare to fire.

**nocturne's wrath**

Commisar im from the death korps i am corporal 186 and this is my company. We have come to this place as reinforcements more kriegsman will follow. I know your confused why the "deadman" are here but it was an order. And orders cannot be refused. In what way ever.

**Tyranic Marta**

"I know Corporal. Remember, here, I make the rules, you are now going to go and sort your company out and hvae them dig in, there will be Necrons coming. Lots of them."

**nocturne's wrath**

Yes commisar. You heard it we have new orders. The soldiers start to dig in without saying anything. "With no disrespect but we follow the generals for they give the orders. We will now stand with you unil we gain other commands." I put my teeth together and straigten my back. And we need replenishment of ammo and weapons. "Medic 354 thereat my wounds." The medic rushes over to me following my order almost as an servitor.

**dragonjaj**

Tyranic Marta wrote:(dragonjaj) Ahhhhh ok then, i understand... maybe find an online spell check? idk

either way

"Nothing is left of the victems except radioactive slop... It was a rather aggressive virus, attacking the hosts skin cells first... Its a greusome death made worse by the after affects" The Space Marine falls silent briefly. "None deserve that"

(i have one problame is it dosen't do grammer.)

"Wrong the ones that did that to them deserve far worse." Said sister Altaya.

**Tyranic Marta**

"... perhaps you are right, but that is not for us to decide.. for you maybe, but not for me"

**Tyranic Marta**

The commisar looks cold and grim but you see a flicker of respect at the way your men follow you. "Get that seen to Corporal. I wont accept weak men in this battle group"

**nocturne's wrath**

Sir i see you have never fought with the dead korps at your side. When we get you out of here it would be better for you to read some reports about us because then you know that you wont be disrespectfull to the kriegsman of higher rank who are not so forgiving as i am. And this was an advice with no disrespect.

**Tyranic Marta**

"There is a difference between weakness and inabilty, I fully believe that you have ability Corporal but your body betrays Weakness. Thisw cannot be avoided and it isnt something to take personally, merly something to be remedied

**nocturne's wrath**

That can come later now i have the duty to give my men orders. And so i will do. And if you excuse me now i hae to overlook the defence

**Tyranic Marta**

The Commisar's hand grips your arm, "I am quite capable of making sure your men fall in, you will get your injury seen to now"

**nocturne's wrath**

Commander with no disrespect but i am still capable of commanding. If you are taking over my command you can better kill me because my orders were clear. Command your troops and clear your objectives. If you wajt me to ignore my orders then you can better kill me for i will not stop. I walk to higher ground (barely walking)

**dragonjaj**

"As its goin i might have to call for this world death." Altaya ansers him

**Tyranic Marta**

His laspistol touches the back of your neck, "dont make me do this corporal, your loyalty is Admirable but that wound was caused by a carnifex, i can tell. Now I dont like explaining myself but it seems you are a special case. The Tyranids on this planet inject their victems with micro particles that grow into parasites that eat away at them , grow larger, and eventually explode out of the body. I dont want that happening to anouther good soldier, now in the Emperors name go and get that looked at!"

**Tyranic Marta**

'I think you would have trouble with that, there are 3500 guardsmen on this planet. Good luck having it classified as dead"

**TheWildHost**

Dexin washed the grime off his face and arms. If you want to kill good, look good. That was the Dexin way. Very few people saw dexin without his mask on ( Brood lord skull helm with an unknown material that allowed him to see out, but not let others see it was black.) exept the high power people who earn his respect, his loved ones (Very few) and sometimes the people he is about to kill. His equipment was high quality, and had a gleam to it. It all had dark coloring and if you looked closely, deep and vibrant details. Dexin was a killer, he was good at it, and looked good at it.

Little bit of fluff. Wrote it in five min. at 2:00 in the morning so don't be a hater.

**Tyranic Marta**

shhh
its fine mate

the hellions around Dexin couldnt match his splendor, but they more than made up for it with their abundance of greed and ruthlessness

**dragonjaj**

Tyranic Marta wrote:'I think you would have trouble with that, there are 3500 guardsmen on this planet. Good luck having it classified as dead"

"I ment a exstermanutess." Altaya replied dryly.

**nocturne's wrath**

i will when i give orders. And i will explain to you why i do all this. We the deadkorps fear no death we follow orders that is where we live for. We have a debt to the emporer and pay it with our lives. I stand on the higher ground and while the medic treats me i give orders for gun emplacements and diggouts. Vox i want a request for medusa and earthshaker cannons give it to the general.

**Tyranic Marta**

"This planet has been declared a World of redemption
The high lords of terra would not agree"

**Tyranic Marta**

The commisar fires a warning shot above your head. "You can give your orders when you get back, dont make me pull rank"

**nocturne's wrath**

I am already being treated you see now get away i need to save your men from certain dead. I begin to command my men to make trenches and heavy support onto the front lines.

**dragonjaj**

"Given the events here. First a massive heresy, now its reviled to be a necron tomb world. It take at least a crusade to liberate this world. But I would not recommend, this one world ins not worth the resources that have to be expanded to reclaim it." Replied Altaya as the neared the relay

**yeroc500**

Vantrava steps onto the valkyrie with his command squad. The cargo valkyries are hovering waiting to leave. Vantrava signals the pilot and all the valkyries fly towards the hidden base. They arrive about twenty minutes later. They come down into the hangar concealed by the building husk its entry is located in. The salvage teams unload the ammo, and more importantly the experimental weapons. They had found two more types followed by varients of heavy weapons. One weapon was a boltgun. It was literally what it sounded like. When it fired it shot a spike into the nearby wall. It was very simple, but very practical. The other was a automated minigun. When set up it started up by itself and started instantly tracking for targets. Vantrava supervized while his men unloaded the weapons.