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Good to have you back dude, but just one problem with that post - the Grey Knights would never, ever burn the bodies of their fallen. The would recover them and lay them to rest under Titan, as is every Grey Knight's wish. Not to mention the fact that their equipment is priceless - it would never be discarded so easily.

Sorry

black templar wrote:Sorry

No problem, just a simple edit will fix it. Just have the GK apothecary extract the gene-seed then leave it to me.. I'll do an event for it tomorrow.

changed

In the flickering light of the gore spattered Medicae Commander Darkblade awaited the three XV-15 stealth suits. As he waited for the XV-15s Darkblade could not help but reminisce on the ghosts of the past.

"Sha'so Vel'tir, I have called upon you for a most grave task" the Ethereal who had called Commander Darkblade stated " A...what the Gue'Va call a 'space hulk' has entered our planets orbit. Simply we believe that the Space Hulk could have information of Imperial Space that would be invaluable to the Greater Good". "Aun'hal, I shall do as the Greater Good demands" Darkblade said with a curt bow. 12 hours later a force numbering a little over 500 Fire Caste warriors descended upon the space hulk. As the final boarding ships approached the hulk started moving crushing ships as it moved to enter the warp approached the hulk seemingly knowing it had ensnared newcomers entered the warp. Hell began that day.

Tearing loose a foothold from the Orks cost enough lives to make his training master ashamed of his student. However the month that followed was almost peaceful, but then came the genestealers that had been lying in wait in the hulks many ventillation systems and corridors. Slowly the 'stealers wiped out outposts and checkpoints, until all that was left was a little over 200 Tau. The last horror the expedition faced was when a wave of daemons appeared in the middle of the Tau encampment (OOC is there a better term for that) slaughtering most that were at the main encampment.

Commander Darkblade's sensor's alerted him to the presence of the three Stealth Suits as well as oddly a group of firewarriors that kept moving from cover to cover behind the stealth suits

(the last part is known as 'TAG YOU'RE IT' )

Edit: I fixed some parts to make it cannon with Kais'

Well, I was gonna do another RP or two before I encountered your Stealth suits, but hey, I can work with that...

... hmmm, I don't think you included that the ship broke free of our boarding craft, and wounded my squad (and I think would with yours as well, seeing as the ship turned sideways)...

... made a big explosion...

ooc: woops heh, Ill fix that, I think 'the hulk started moving crushing ships as it moved to enter the warp' should work

Wardragoon wrote:when a wave of daemons appeared in the middle of the Tau encampment (OOC is there a better term for that) slaughtering most that were at the main encampment.

OOC: Yes, there is. It's called a Daemonic Incursion.

Darkvoidof40k wrote:

Wardragoon wrote:when a wave of daemons appeared in the middle of the Tau encampment (OOC is there a better term for that) slaughtering most that were at the main encampment.

OOC: Yes, there is. It's called a Daemonic Incursion.

I meant for a base on a ship, I was thinking incursion was a little bit too heavy of a term (I would imagine 50 daemons would could easily tear up 200 surprised/sleeping tau pretty quickly.

Character name: La' Haedras

Character age: unkown

Character race: Eldar

Character profession: Farseer

Character personality: Mystic, kind and clever.

Character appearance: She has pale skin, light brown hair and bright blue eyes. She is tall and slender compared to humans. Wearing purple lipstick and nail polish which contrasts greatly with her skin.

Character height: 5'9"

Character equipment: A slim suit of Wraithbone armour, Runes of witnessing, Ghost helm, a wraithbone power sword and a shuriken pistol.

Character bio/background story: La' Haedras is a powerful Eldar Farseer se has lived many centuries beyond her years. Not alot is known about her past and she dislikes talking about it. She has seen many wars and death is common company for her. She has recently found herself stumbling apon the Tomb Sanguinus as her personal transport ship drifted past the counternance of the Hulk. La' Haedras and her retinue of 2 Warlock bodyguards boarded the Space Hulk to investigate.

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Accepted. You might want to get in touch with Harrab, our resident Farseer.

Make sure to read the entire thread before posting.

heheh...more people for Demogorgon to warp with his foul magiks +insert maniacal laugh here ++

(btw darkvoid? I have finished the first post save for spellchecking [which I am doing now] am I allowed to post now?)

(ok i'll give a thorough read through and thwen start ^.^)

ineptus astartes wrote:(btw darkvoid? I have finished the first post save for spellchecking [which I am doing now] am I allowed to post now?)

Go ahead.

If there's any problems, then my "deputy" - Lord Harrab - will address them.

Sister of Krieg wrote:Character name: La' Haedras

*Farseer high-five*

Demogorgon Strode through the Great Hall of the dead strike cruise, heart of darkness, deep in he Hulk’s core. Three hundred of his brothers-in-arms stood as still as statues, bolters held taut across their massive chests. The deck shook with Demogorgon’s every footfall. Reaching the Dias and turning to face his fellow traitors, the terminator lord raised both hands. In his left, the massive Power/chainfist crackled with arcane energies. While in his right the massive storm bolter’s sharper than a razor adamantium bayonet shined maliciously.


Behind his tusked helmet the Night lord began to speak. “Brothers!” He called. “We need not prey on pitiful orks, or scrawny tyranids!” Exulted Demogorgon. “The weak throne slaves Have graciously, come to us!” “They have offered themselves as fodder, for the powers that be!” “Who would we be?” he asked. “who would we be, not to accept them?” the assembled legionaries began to laugh. “We would be nothing!” “So! Let us extend our arms in hospitality!” “I am sure that the kings of the warp would aid us, would they not?” He lowed his voice to a whisper “let us see.”


With those words several terrified serfs carried a shaking and pleading greenskin into the center of the ‘dread circle.’ At each point of the eight pointed star, in the circles center stood a mage-in-training.
Beyond them, five figures in power armor with storms somehow raging across the ceramite and soundless lighting flashing across their torsos, began chanting. The serfs strapped the ork down to a smaller, elevated star who began screaming and begging for mercy. a thing many orks never even considered. But Demogorgon knew that the ork was not alone in his mind anymore. The ork screamed and convulsed writhing in its straps as its flesh began to bubble. A horrible sound, that of a mind snapping, and insanity taking hold rent the air s the daemon forced its way through the gap in reality and into the greenskin’s mind. Howling, the ork twisted faster, as horns sprouted from its head, and strange mutations took hold.


When the ceremony was over the Terrorseers looked to Demogorgon. “Put it with the others.” He snarled. Turning back to the assembled legionnaires he raised his arms again “The Kings of the warp favor us!” “We shall strike terror into the hearts of the worshippers of the corpse-god once again!” howled the terminator lord. “TO WAR!”

Very nice.

*high fives the other farseer*

(i'm still partway through reading the roleplay so far, so i will join when i'm finished)

Sister of Krieg wrote:*high fives the other farseer*

(i'm still partway through reading the roleplay so far, so i will join when i'm finished)

Excellent, between the two of us we could manipulate the fates to turn everyone into oranges with ease.

Not if I pull Shadow out of his own fictional world.. because then.. then no one will be able to save you.

not if you have the terrorseers and Kardum to contend with...

ineptus astartes wrote:not if you have the terrorseers and Kardum to contend with...

You are mistaken.. none can defeat Shadow.

who?

ineptus astartes wrote:who?

The man who only missed out on god-hood because the title of Blood-God was taken, but he's working on that.

Lord Harrab wrote:

ineptus astartes wrote:who?

The man who only missed out on god-hood because the title of Blood-God was taken, but he's working on that.

Wasn't aware you knew who he was, Harrab?

Darkvoidof40k wrote:

Lord Harrab wrote:

ineptus astartes wrote:who?

The man who only missed out on god-hood because the title of Blood-God was taken, but he's working on that.

Wasn't aware you knew who he was, Harrab?

I'd heard whispers in the warp and decided to investigate.

(ok roughly up to date, i had to do a skim read inorder to get it all read today ^^)

*La' Haedras steps off her transports deck onto the ramshackled floors of the Tomb Sanguinus and gazes around*

Warlocks, we must search the ship and kill any daemons that have been dragged back through the warp with this hulk. We shall reclaim this ship for the Pheonix lords.

another eldar?!?!? I best be careful

Sister of Krieg wrote:(ok roughly up to date, i had to do a skim read inorder to get it all read today ^^)

*La' Haedras steps off her transports deck onto the ramshackled floors of the Tomb Sanguinus and gazes around*

Warlocks, we must search the ship and kill any daemons that have been dragged back through the warp with this hulk. We shall reclaim this ship for the Pheonix lords.

Question, what Craftworld is your Farseer from?