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ineptus, dragoon - neither of you should have posted without me first approving of your characters, therefore both of your IC posts are disregarded. As for creating a Tyranid character.. I'm undecided. It'd arguably be one the hardest type of character to play to a satisfactory standard, so I'm afraid that unless you're as good as Gorskar, Harrab or myself, then I really don't think you should. Regardless, your current character is so ridiculously stupid that I'm not allowing it anyway. There's a difference between being a radical Inquisitor and an impossible person spawned from the recesses of someone's mind. Either tone your character down to an acceptable level or create a new one. :Thumbsup:

dragoon, write a new introductory post that doesn't involve you pointing a gun at one of our players.

Kaiser, ma bro, you are accepted. Say you were part of dragoon's force but got separated. Feel free to have a hidden camp-type-living-place-thingy.

Just to check one thing, what happened to those CSM from 15-20 pages ago?
And what legion/warband they are part of?

Devastator wrote:Just to check one thing, what happened to those CSM from 15-20 pages ago?
And what legion/warband they are part of?

Oh, they'll be back..

would CSMs work?

ineptus astartes wrote:would CSMs work?

In what way? Clarify your question.

or SM terminators? (though I have written for tyranids before)

ineptus astartes wrote:or SM terminators? (though I have written for tyranids before)

Not sure what you're even asking me, but I assume you're trying to find out if a CSM or loyalist Terminator character would be acceptable.

The answer to both is yes, however I'd prefer it if we didn't have any more "good" characters - the baddies need some love too!

CSM it is (if you like baddies you are in luck! night lords all the way!)

Marcus woke with a jolt. It was 'morning'. He must have fallen asleep in his chair, the shotgun laying across his lap. He opened a well thumbed pocket diary and crossed another day off. Only one more day till the assault on 'The Scrap Heap'. He frowned; he vaguely remembered a dream, or was it a passing thought from the previous 'night'. He tried hard to remember... a name? A face? A...
"Sir?" Robur entered the tent. Marcus would resume his thoughts letter. "I have breakfast."

"Ah, that is wonderful!" Marcus replied. The 'wonderful' breakfast consisted of a protein gruel, a biscuit hard as iron and a cup of caffeine somewhere between hot and cold... mostly cold.

"So what is the plan for today sir?"

"Well..." Marcus wiped a trace of gruel from his mouth, flicking open the diary again. High command wants to see me again, probably to complain with me taking 2500 of their dragoons and crewmen and about 200 vehicles from the pool. The deathwatch team wished to speak with me and there is a rumor going around that you can find a decent cup of caffeine in one of the Ousian companies; not that you can't make a decent cup of caffeine." Marcus added hastily.

"I'm afraid the company you speak of is the first sir, a long way from here."

"Shame, dreadful shame."


There was the sound of the commotion outside, two men arguing. Marcus stepped out of his tent to see what it was about. Outside stood the engineers and several of the grenadiers. In the middle were Sergeant Domini and Captain Cecil, both were arguing and the dispute looked to be spiraling out of control.
"I won't stand to have you insult the honor and upstanding of my men!" Cecil shouted.

"Honor and upstanding! You lot are just a bunch of thieves no more no less!" Domini shouted back.

"Your coming this close" Cecil held his index and thumb less than an inch apart "from me chopping you bleeding head off!"

"Come on, try me, see where it gets you!" Domini replied

Cecil shouted something incoherent as he drew his double edged power sword. Silence feel as the sound of five revolver shotguns being readied answered by the sound of six hellguns charging up brought the world to a stand still.

"What in the warps name is going on here!" Marcus shouted "Have you two lost your [censored from imperial records] minds?! We are but a few miles from the front line and you two want to start killing each other here! I need every last one of you and I won't have anyone killed over so called honor or unfounded accusations!"

Domini turned and faced Marcus "Sir, these men think it funny to steal demolition equipment; you cant mess with that stuff."

"And I tell you there is no way my men have taken any demolitions." Cecil promptly replied.

"Wait a second and start from the beginning." Marcus said calmly.

"Well, at the mornings inventory check we found four high-grade, high-explosive demo charges missing; 6 coils of det wire; eight primers, eight detonates, a set of four repeaters circuits and three wall breaching charges." Domini said strongly "I checked them, then each man here checked them. There is a lot of sensitive equipment missing and we spotted about five men hanging about the demo lockup when we headed off on our rounds of the fortifications along the old front line."

"And when was this?" Marcus said, stopping Cecil from replying instantly.

"About 5:40 standard Terran time..."

"And at that time I was holding a role call, all my soldiers were present." Cecil interrupted.

"He's lying sir!" Domini shouted.

"He's not." The voice of the quite Robur shocked everyone into silence. "I observed the role-call. He is correct to say that all men were there."


"So it Cecil's men don't have the equipment," Marcus began "and you haven't miss counted, then who has the demolition supplies?"

Shas'ui T'au Kais wrote:

Wardragoon wrote:....Come my roughly two squads, tonight we fight evil. These foes came to our land with pillage and war as their intent. Instead we shall visit death upon them. Sharpen your blades, SHARPEN YOUR GUNS, AND DON YOUR PLOT ARMOR, FOR IT IS TIME TO KILL MILLIONS OF ORKS!!!!!!!

CHARGE!

What, what?

Millions...

... uh...

... I'll see ya around some time... *runs off rather hastily*

You forgot to mention one really pissed off Warboss in a megadread...

And yes we have millions of orks, the rest of the serious/active RPers on this are either SPEHS MAHREENS, guard, or your assorted "order" forces hence why Warklaw is now walking around in a giant dreadnought.

@ Wizard...Hmmmmm.....where could those explosives have gone? *shoves stolen explosives behind wall inconspicuously with foot*

Character name: Demogorgon
Character age: ?
Character race: humane/chaos space marine/terminator lord
Character profession:Night lord warband leader
Character personality: Darkly humorous, cold, calculating.
Character appearance:like moat marines he is bald and immense. with a powerful but lithe build. he wears the skulls of his most vaunted enimies on a belt on his waist and their prized weapons adorn his quarters upon his (now fused to the hulk) ship heart of darkness
Character height: 12 feet tall
Character equipment: storm bolter(with bayonet), power/chainfist combo (the kind with the spiky fingers)
Character bio/background story: aside from the fact that he and his warband have been stranded on the hulk for 50 years now and among some denizens among it ar a horrifying legend, coming to kill and murder then to drag the survivors off fro who knows what.

much that is known of the terminator lord Demogorgon and his 'midnight host' was lost in the sands of time. what is known however is that he served as a captain under konrad kurz himself during the heresy also being the fact that the marnes under his command all bear then names of great daemons. and that he has forged himself a warband three hundred and fifteen warriors strong, a position of power many aspiring champions only dream of...


major NPC's.

Orcus: Demogorgon's second and commander of the 150 tactiacal marines

Pazuzu: commander of the 50 chaos raptors.

Baphomet:commands the 50 chaos havocs

Yeenoghu :commands the 30 chaos terminators

Dagon: commands the 10 chaos dreadnoughts

Vulcarik: commands the five dark mechanicus

Kardum: commands the five chaos sorcerers

Hell sister Sheila Malacanthet: (consort of Demogorgon) commands 4 corrupted sisters of battle





(The reason I have so many CSMs is because I have no cultists, the night lords not following chaos in the common term)



{I dont think it is too OP but that is you-know-who's opinion}


so You-know-who, what do you think?

Darkvoidof40k wrote:ineptus, dragoon - neither of you should have posted without me first approving of your characters, therefore both of your IC posts are disregarded. As for creating a Tyranid character.. I'm undecided. It'd arguably be one the hardest type of character to play to a satisfactory standard, so I'm afraid that unless you're as good as Gorskar, Harrab or myself, then I really don't think you should. Regardless, your current character is so ridiculously stupid that I'm not allowing it anyway. There's a difference between being a radical Inquisitor and an impossible person spawned from the recesses of someone's mind. Either tone your character down to an acceptable level or create a new one. :Thumbsup:

dragoon, write a new introductory post that doesn't involve you pointing a gun at one of our players.

Kaiser, ma bro, you are accepted. Say you were part of dragoon's force but got separated. Feel free to have a hidden camp-type-living-place-thingy.

Cool thing, Darko...

... I'll try and fit in an intro post, but it mostprobably won't be up by tomorrow, as I am also gonna be doing a Blood Moon post...

ineptus, your character is much better this time.

I'll do some editing of that profile either later tonight or tomorrow morning to clean up the grammar and make him more realistic and interesting.

Don't take that the wrong way, this isn't the first character profile I've edited.

Darkvoidof40k wrote:ineptus, dragoon - neither of you should have posted without me first approving of your characters, therefore both of your IC posts are disregarded. As for creating a Tyranid character.. I'm undecided. It'd arguably be one the hardest type of character to play to a satisfactory standard, so I'm afraid that unless you're as good as Gorskar, Harrab or myself, then I really don't think you should. Regardless, your current character is so ridiculously stupid that I'm not allowing it anyway. There's a difference between being a radical Inquisitor and an impossible person spawned from the recesses of someone's mind. Either tone your character down to an acceptable level or create a new one. :Thumbsup:

dragoon, write a new introductory post that doesn't involve you pointing a gun at one of our players.

Kaiser, ma bro, you are accepted. Say you were part of dragoon's force but got separated. Feel free to have a hidden camp-type-living-place-thingy.

Heh sorry, I had no intention of shooting if that helps , ill hunt down and kill that message

Darkvoidof40k wrote:ineptus, your character is much better this time.

I'll do some editing of that profile either later tonight or tomorrow morning to clean up the grammar and make him more realistic and interesting.

Don't take that the wrong way, this isn't the first character profile I've edited.

Thank god...

here is a pic of Demogorgon (as close as I could find so far)

Heh, it's quite rare to see a Chaos Lord sporting a Powerfist/Chainfist these days. *shrug* Probably quite useful aboard the Hulk.

my thoughts exactly (BTW, could you PM me when Demogorgon is cleared so I could start RPing?)

I'll notify you in the thread.

Oh, in case either of you two didn't know (ineptus + dragoon), you are required to read the entire thread before posting.

already done!

Treading down the halls with his stealth field on Commander Darkblade replayed a scene he had made a practice of doing daily for almost a month now, albeit 'daily' broke down to sleep cycles more than an actual unit of time on this hellish mass of debris. As Darkblade approached the primitive infirmary he brought his communicator up" Shas'la am I clear to enter?" Darkblade querried. As a minute passed Darkblade wondered if something was wrong and stalked forward, blaster at the ready, coming into the infirmary he saw a sight that he was all but used to; gore was dripping off of the ceiling, Ork slugga casings were littered on the floor, his soldiers were hacked slashed and shot past the point of recognition. Swearing softly Commander Darkblade turned and on his communicator he contacted a pair of Shas'ui that were in range in this tangle of a Space Hulk all Darkblade said was "Tonight we hunt Orks"

ineptus astartes wrote:already done!

Good man.

But do learn to use the shift key.

Is my new intro bit fine or should I just wait for something else?

Nothing wrong with it dude.

Sithus, Archon Of Sanguines' Blood was by nature paranoid and distrustful, it came as naturally as breathing for one born in The Dark City, and even though he had not been back to that hidden pocket of the web-way in a very long time, those instincts had not dulled, and now he felt eyes upon him, cold calculating eyes.

He turned suddenly, noting that his subordinate Drachon quickly return his gaze to the darkness around him, and the Warriors around him look calm and at their ease, a sure sign of guilt. So they were plotting to take over were they, with this hulk as the prize, any who presented such wealth to Vect would gain much prestige in that most desired of courts. He would have to be cautious.

Sithius gestured his incubi bodyguards closer and leaned down to whisper into the Klaivexs' ear, forming a plan of action with this expert warrior in case of a coup, the Incubi nodded, then replied in a voice markedly different from the one he had heard before when the warrior spoke.

"That plan is effective, Archon, but there is one danger you have not foreseen."

Features rippling like smoke, the Incubi morphed into a much smaller female, and drove a glowing blade through his stomach, then turned and hacked down the rest of his bodyguard with casual ease.

The rest of the force reacted with the speed their kind was renowned for, but the Imperial Assassin moved like Helsprix herself, darting aside as blades fell and seeming to move between the splinter and dark-light shots with an agility and grace reserved for only the most skilled of Succubus.

Warriors where falling, hacked down by the glowing blade or falling with blood gushing from their eyes and ears when she turned the wrist mounted weapon on them, then she stabbed a Trueborn in the throat with a dagger pulled from a sheath on her hip, used his still falling body as a vault to launch herself skywards, fell upon the wounded Archon and drove her blade two handed through his face.

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Whispering Death rose from the corpse of her target, the small chamber was littered with dozens of dead xenos, normally that was the method of the Eversor, but she liked to be through and ensure the threat was removed. The delayed death for the Archon however, that had been for personal enjoyment.

Then with a flicker of movement she was gone, deeper into the depths of the hulk, seeking her next target.

Wardragoon wrote:Treading down the halls with his stealth field on Commander Darkblade replayed a scene he had made a practice of doing daily for almost a month now, albeit 'daily' broke down to sleep cycles more than an actual unit of time on this hellish mass of debris. As Darkblade approached the primitive infirmary he brought his communicator up" Shas'la am I clear to enter?" Darkblade querried. As a minute passed Darkblade wondered if something was wrong and stalked forward, blaster at the ready, coming into the infirmary he saw a sight that he was all but used to; gore was dripping off of the ceiling, Ork slugga casings were littered on the floor, his soldiers were hacked slashed and shot past the point of recognition. Swearing softly Commander Darkblade turned and on his communicator he contacted a pair of Shas'ui that were in range in this tangle of a Space Hulk all Darkblade said was "Tonight we hunt Orks"

I do hope thats not me you're calling...

... I don't mind if it is, but remember that we have been seperated for 6 months, and I am the only Shasui, except I have an entire squad...

... save one Tau, he got killed...

Shas'ui T'au Kais wrote:

Wardragoon wrote:Treading down the halls with his stealth field on Commander Darkblade replayed a scene he had made a practice of doing daily for almost a month now, albeit 'daily' broke down to sleep cycles more than an actual unit of time on this hellish mass of debris. As Darkblade approached the primitive infirmary he brought his communicator up" Shas'la am I clear to enter?" Darkblade querried. As a minute passed Darkblade wondered if something was wrong and stalked forward, blaster at the ready, coming into the infirmary he saw a sight that he was all but used to; gore was dripping off of the ceiling, Ork slugga casings were littered on the floor, his soldiers were hacked slashed and shot past the point of recognition. Swearing softly Commander Darkblade turned and on his communicator he contacted a pair of Shas'ui that were in range in this tangle of a Space Hulk all Darkblade said was "Tonight we hunt Orks"

I do hope thats not me you're calling...

... I don't mind if it is, but remember that we have been seperated for 6 months, and I am the only Shasui, except I have an entire squad...

... save one Tau, he got killed...

Lol no, I have a few XV15 suits I am still in command of(they will undoubtedly die like red shirts in star trek)

Thank god...

... but on that note, we should try and have our characters meet up in the 3rd to 4th post or something, just for safety...

Intro RP:

Shas’ui T’au Kais sat quietly, watching into the blazing fire that him and his squad has made out of a few small explosives, and some out of place wood. He stared into the burning cinders, and thought about how it had come to this.

6 months ago

“This is quiet, too quiet,” whispered Mont’yr, Kais’ oldest friend, and part of his squad.

“Stay quiet,” Kais ordered, moving up with his squad. “Let Commander Darkblade and his stealth suits stay in front of us. We are here if anything goes wrong. If this area is clear, the other forces in the boarding craft can enter the ship.”

“Good, but I still don’t like this.”

“Quiet,” Kais said, raising his arm to stop his squad. “What’s that creaking?”

Suddenly the ship shook violently, and Kais and his Fire Warriors struggled to stay on their feet. Kais got his balance, and ordered everybody to crouch down low.

“What was that?!” Mont’yr shouted.

“I have no idea. The ship just started to shake.”

There was a pause, before Kais could hear the creaking again, this time much louder.

“There it is again. But louder,” he said.

“Oh my,” a Fire Warrior said behind him, and Kais was forces to look at what was going on.

The sight amazed him. The ship started shaking even more violently, many Fire Warriors falling flat on their backs, and Kais could see the back of the ship was turning fast, and moments before the back collided with his boarding craft, the ship suddenly rolled to the right, and everybody apart from Kais, who had managed to grab onto a wall, was flung onto the floor, and slowly sliding down.
Kais watched in horror, as the back of the humongous ship collided with the boarding craft, sending it out of control and smashing into another, creating a spectacular explosion. Kais looked back at where his squad should be, and saw one of his Fire Warriors helplessly falling.

“No,” Kais said, just as he lost his grip, and he too fell.

Present

Kais shook his head, brushing away the memories of that day, and focusing on the present.

“Mont’yr,” he called. “Have you managed to get contact with Commander Darkblade?

“No, I haven’t,” he answered. “But wait, I sense movement not that far from here!”

“Movement?” Kais asked, amazed, as he slowly stood up. “Hostile or friendly?”

“Can’t really tell,” Mont’yr replied looking at his panel from which he conducted his operations. “They keep shifting in and out. Maybe cloaked.”

“Well whatever it is we have got to find out,” Kais said, putting on a stronger voice. “Everybody, pick up your weapons. We need to find out what that is. It could be Commander Darkblade with his stealth suits, or something other. But stay cautious, and keep your weapons ready.”

“I do hope its not hostile, we can barely keep ourselves going now without having anyone injured,” Mont’yr worried.

Kais brushed the statement away, as he ordered, “Move out.”

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Theres ma intro done.

OOC: sorry have been busy ill start RP again i seen the second part of my events and one problem i think my partner the grey knight sint playing any more.

BIC: Feris cluching his chest because of the wound caused by the hellblade. Feris looked down at the grey knights kneeling by they fallen brothers.

"I am sorry for your loses" Said Feris

"We may have had more if they had have left you templar" Spoke one of the Grey knights.

"Hold your tongue brother! The templar helped us banish the daemon hordes." Said Glaudian in anger.

Feris looks into the eyes of the Grey knights all of them look at him with anger and disgust all of them but Glaudian who was still praying next to his fallen brothers wishing the Apothecary to recover their Gene-Seeds.

"Brother-apothecary recover their gene-seed." Glaudian Spoke.

The Apothecary walked over and kneeled next to the fallen brothers. He started to recover their chapters most treasured item he chanted when he did it.

"The God-emperor guide are fallen brothers to the safty of your side and protect them from the dark forces." The Apothecary spoke.

The Marshal walked down a corridor checking that nothing was there. Glaudian joined him and his brothers followed a mighty roar echoed through the corridors. It was a call of a "WAAAAAAGHHHH".

"Brother-Captain I can sense other marines and other Xenos here." Said one of the Grey Knights.

"Yes i sense them to" Replied Glaudian.