(Warhammer 40,000 RPG) The Eye of Chaos RPG (Places available)

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**blood reaper**

"Go through that door way and move forward, you will reach my hanger and there are several drop ships. The hanger leads directly into the factory but there are hundreds of defensive batteries and fighters."

**Tyranic Marta**

(A point on torture Kais. Torture does not nessecarily have to be pain, usually it is, but in the instance of chaos marines Torture is often the thing that is anathema to them, Sensationlessness for Slaanesh devotees, the healing of wounds for those of khorne. Antibiotics for those of nurgle, and warp inhibitors for those of Tzeentch. By taking away the gifts of thier false gods your torture them more than any pain could ever do.

**blood reaper**

Anyone?

**Tyranic Marta**

Lucian feels anouther disturbance in the fabric of the dimension they were in and the unmistakable smell of the Lone Wolves.

He morphs back to his normal form before speaking again."Dont Worry, I know a good Pilot. and hes arriving just now. Do not tell the warriors who are coming of my condition any of you. I will tell them in my own time. And kill this fool, he has fufilled his duty."

He turns and walks towards the entranceway to the building and greets his brothers, the 4 lone wolves look a bit battered but are nonetheless happy to see him.
"Lucian, my brother it is good to see you. We had to override the drives on the Rune Priests lament just to get us in here."
'It is good to see you as well, Loke. Now, I'll do introductions when this is all over but at the moment I have a ship for you to fly, you think you can do that?"
"Thought youd never ask"

The four marines who have arrived look much the same as Lucian. Tibrus (Ribs) wields a combi melta and a frost blade, Frendi (Frendly) a frost axe and frost sword, Loke a plasmagun, and Gerwik a Mastercrafted Heavy Bolter.

**blood reaper**

The group moves through the corridors towards the hanger, apon destroying a set of blast shielded doors they enter the hanger. Inside sit five Chaos Drop Ships that sit silently undisturbed by daemons or Chaos marines, several weaponry crates and ammunition supplement machines are connected to the Walls.

**Tyranic Marta**

"Lets get one of these things in the air."

**blood reaper**

The ships interior is strange, the cockpit is surrounded by flashing lights and multiple controls. The passenger area has several sets and bars for troops to sit or to hold onto, a pair of plasma turrets are connected to the sides of the ship.

**Tyranic Marta**

Loke grins and sits in the cockpit. His hands dancing over the controls.
"They may be traitors but they know how to maintain a ship"
Lucian growls as he sits down, Beltayn looks at him strangely.
"I hate flying"

**blood reaper**

The ship takes off, the anti-gravity pods lifting it into the air. It departs from the hanger into the bowls of the hanger where the masses of Syrath's Warships, tanks, walkers and weaponry are manufactured. At the bottom of the factory are the millions of Syrath's servants marching towards portals of searing fire alongside Daemonic craft and machines;

[This is Sky Hawk 14, why have you entered this quadrant Sky Hawk 12? You do not have clearance to do so.]

**Tyranic Marta**

Lucian takes the vox control and imitates the voice of the warrior they had just killed
[This is Sound Wave, the next time you tell me I'm not allowed to do something I'm going to rip your innards out and force you to watch as a fury of Chaos devours them, oh so very slowly. I believe that will be all]

**blood reaper**

[Yes....sir. Should I deploy a escort of fighters to escort you to our lord and saint?]

The snivelling Chaos marines is quite easily terrified by the words of Lucian.

**Tyranic Marta**

(damn straight)

[that wont be nessecary, now get of the line you wretch!!]

**blood reaper**

[Yes...lord..]

The ship begins it's entry into the inner areas of Syrath's palace, the great feats of technology towering over his servants. Two massive statues of Syrath stand over a great gate way that opens to allow the ship entry into the palace of Syrath.

**blood reaper**

This is going to get interesting very quickly

**Wardragoon**

Auvian Dalcassius and crew found a ravine with a spring an hour before dusk, remembering his vox in his pack Auvian gave orders to make camp and slowly placed the vox on the ground and with a sense of apprehension Auvian switched the channel to inquisitorial Vox "Can anybody hear me, this is Rogue Trader Auvian Dalcassius, we have recently come to this planet, are there any troops out there?"

**blood reaper**

(Your in the warp just to remind you, it's connected to the planet, please read my entry post for you again.)

The Vox is pure static attracting Daemonic furies who hiss and scream at the Inqusitor as they move towards him and his troops.

**Shas'ui T'au Kais**

"He will be further in, keep moving, and keep that voice of yours handy, we will most probably still need it."

**blood reaper**

The Drop-Ship lowers as it enters another private hanger, the Wraith Guard disembark first finding no enemies or defenses just a empty hanger.

**WARORK93**

Beltayn exits the dropship with the wraithguard and looks around at the emptiness. He scowls.

"I feel we have walked into a trap."

He hears one of the space wolves inside answer him.

"There is an old saying from where I am from: The bear who sees the trap cannot be caught by it."

Beltayn shrugs as he and the wraithguard spread out.

**blood reaper**

There is a sudden shudder within the Hanger, door ways open and begin to deploy masses of unactivated Chaos-Drones. Strange machines carrying Bolters and Heavy Las-guns, they activate and move towards the Group quickly opening fire with short bursts. They are tall and are similar to their non mechanical allies, long horns crown their strange soulless heads.

**Wardragoon**

(as a note I am a rogue trader who just keeps on getting drafted by the inquisition, hence my confusion lol)
Looking at the horde of daemons approaching Auvian pulled out his dual revolvers with a speed scarcely matched by Eldar veterans. "Alright kick those bloody tables over, put that autocannon on the bar, lets give these blighters a surprise they have yet to see" Auvian shouted above the noise of the turmoil coming in from outside. As fire poured out of the tavern into daemons the only thing Auvians Daemon numbed mind could think of was 'Where the feth are some Bac(cigarrette) sticks?'

**blood reaper**

The tavern was soon devoid of Daemonic flith, exept the bar tender which In reality was a small imp like daemon who had the inttelegenace not to threaten armed customers, with a shifty smile he hand a box of cigars to the Rouge trader;

"Finest in existence my man and If your looking for a combat booster I'm happy to provide drinks."

**Wardragoon**

Slowly grabbing the cigars and sniffing them Auvian glared and said "Get some water and if you have them field rations, once you are done with that I highly suggest you leave." Handing a cigar to each of his men Auvian reloaded and nodded for his men to do the same. Hopefully he would be able to get back to imperial soil, and if not then at least a planet without daemons would more than do it.

**blood reaper**

"Oh no boy this is my bar, I ain't leaving but I'm happy to supply food and ammunition to you and your men you see. Now I have many a thing on my menu so find something and order, I may have eternity but I do have other customers. "

The Daemon hands him several large glasses of water;

"Enjoy."

**Wardragoon**

Glaring at the imp Auvian holstered his weapons and said "Lets leave this tavern, its only a matter of time before some more of this freaks friends arrive." Auvian then opened the door to the tavern, hoping fate would be gentle to me.

**blood reaper**

The Imperials scuttled out of the tavern into the cobbled ally way, dim street lights flickered in the darkness representing the strength of Chaos here. The sounds of Daemonic forgers and black smiths could be heard for miles, the Imperials past several weaponry shops as they made their way through the city.

**Tyranic Marta**

Gerwik makes short work of the machines with his heavy bolter, the diamond and promethium enriched shells eating at the lines like a scythe.

**blood reaper**

[Neuro Toxin inhibitors activated, Neuro Toxin activated.]

Green gas begins to fill the room, the Space Wolves and others place their helmets on. Gerwik looks to Lucian;

"Sh*t they're filling the place with Neuro Toxin, we better move when they realise that we have helmets. I'm guessing that they know about our tactics Lucian, legends say the Star Serpent spent years studying the arts of war."

**Tyranic Marta**

Lucian puts his helmet on for the first time in months, and feels its comfortable weight settling on him. The rest of the space wolves do the same thing. Lucian looks around and sees the eldar doesnt have a helmet or other kind of visor.
His swearing is not without merit however it is his picking up of the Eldar and forced evacutaion of the place back to the dropship that is. The group sprints back to the dropship and Lucian deposits the Eldar on one of the benches.
Loke seals the ship and they wait out the gas.

**blood reaper**

"Lucian we are in a place without limit or physics, maybe since where probably doomed and will take our lives killing or maiming the Daemon should use a more direct approach. I believe Syrath's forces are occupied with a more pressing matter in the form of invading the inner web way, we filmed a small proportion of his armies en-route towards an Eldar construct. Billions of Daemons and War-Machines and that's not even a quarter of the army. I believe we should not wait and go straight towards him, we must defend Fernis Lucian."