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He saw the errors of his ways.

It wasn't an error. I can better relate myself with Konrad Kurze and the Night Lords then with ano other 'loyalist' primarch. Hell, Kurze destroyed his own homeworld because crime was too high, it was deemed heretical. There were other reasons, too.

The night lords aren't that heretical as you might think, they just hate the emperor for what he (indirectly) did to Konrad Kurze.

The ‘Abyssal Dome’ personal transport system sends out a link to the space hulk titled ‘Tomb Sanguinus’. The Psy-portal link activates and La’ Haedras with her small retinue step through onto the broken dishevelled decking of the Hulk. Her polishes Wraithbone boots click on the ornamental metal panels of the deck upon the ‘Tomb Sanguinus’ as she steps out of the portal. La’ Haedras is followed closely by two Warlocks both carrying a power sword and a shuriken pistol in their armours hands. Following the Warlocks in turn is a squad of five Elite Guardians adorned in the same white Wraithbone armour battle suits and carrying Shuriken catapults.

The white Wraithbone armour and blood red robes show clearly the sigils of Craftworld Alaitoc along with several aspects crystals that are scattered on La’ Haedras’ armour as if droplets of crystallized blood has rained upon her. Her hair is whipped back as the wind rushes into the newly created webway link. With it the wind drags the stench of death; it claws at the Eldar’s nostrils like daemons trying to capture their souls. La’ Haedras Steps forward surveying the surrounding area with gleaming blue eyes, the corridors are dank and dark lit only by the pulsing colours from the webway portal which slowly closes behind them.

(hope you all like the first post and I hope it's long enough ^.^)

ok,im re joining this now that ive red all that crap. (darko and off topic )

Character name: lord commissar klimino alexander
Character age:45
Character race: human (guardsman)
Character profession:lord commissar
Character personality: caring. calm. aggressive. Tactical.
Character appearance:commissar clothing. Scarred face. Bionic arms(covered by jacket and gloves normally). Kinda skinny. Young looking for his age.brown hair and eyes.
Character height:5 ft 5in.
Character equipment: power sword. bionics. melta pistol.carapace armor.
Character bio/background story: As klimino hid behind the chair,he saw his fathers head explode,blood splattering on the wall. his mom ran into the room and turned around as the massive chaos warlord walked in after her. as klimino ran to grab her leg,her chest exploded in a rain of blood and a bolter shot whizzed over kliminos head.as he came to a stop,he got pushed to the ground as the weight of his mothers body fell on him.as he layed still in fright,he saw the monster scan the room and,after not spotting any other living thing,it turned and left with its pack of animals at its heel. as klimino heard the foot steps die away, he pushed his way out from under neath his mother and ran to the window away from where they had gone out and jumped out it.as he face planted on the grass,he got up and started to run towards the woods,only to see that a massive,old ship had landed on them. he turned and ran into the nearby city,hiding in places only a 8 year old kid could fit whenever he heard the sound of their foot steps,or the screams of death.

then,after 2 long weeks of barley surviving,he saw stars fall from the heavens and hit the ground. massive,silver angels came out and killed the animals that had followed the monster that had destroyed his peaceful planet of heavinii.after 3 long weeks,the chaotic beasts retreated from the planet,and the few survivors were taken away by the angels,along with klimino,because their once peaceful,beautiful paradise heavinii was uninhabitable now.as klimino looked out the window of the ship,he saw his planet disappear behind it.

like all the other orphans,he was taken to the schola progenium.their, he was taught to love the emperor and hate the enemy's of man.but deep down he knew all he wanted was to put a shot threw threw every chaos follower he ever saw. at the age of 13,he went in to study as a commissar. after several years of showing above average faith and knowledge,he became a commissar at the age of 25. he was sent to serve with catalices 13th regiment,on the jungle planet of joff. he took with him a power sword and a melta pistol. as he finally crushed the orks their when he was 35,a small hive fleet descended on the planet. as all of the officers were killed ,he lead the men of catalice himself,trying to loose as little lives as possible,as he knew what it was like to see loved ones die,he treasured life,but knew when to spend it if necessary.he managed to hold off the tyranids using guerrilla tactics of all things for 1 and a half years til help arrived and saved them.the hive was gone by the end of the year.now being 37,he was promoted to lord commissar for his actions in holding off the fleet.

he was put in charge of catalices 4 best regiments,the 13th,5th,12th,and 459th.the reason? a banned of chaos mercenaries called the 'yellow backs' was attacking with a huge force in the area. as klimino met this threat for the 1st time on alran,he noticed something...the color of their armor was the same from his childhood.as he crushed them fight after fight,their leader finally emerged...the monster that had shot his parents. as he charged the beast,it shot its twin bolters from its claws and skimmed his face,sending klimino swirling in a circle and hitting the ground hard.as he was lifted up,he felt a crunch and a shock of pain,and saw one of his arms fall at the beasts feet,then the other one.he thought he was about to die,but was then saved by what would soon be one of his best friends,a quria self named 'hamster',who tackled the brute and pushed it away as klimino fell out of its hand and to the ground.

he awoke in a medical bay 3 days later with 2 bionic arms and a scarred face,but they had won the battle due to hamster badly damaging the chaos warlord.he had wrestled the chaos warlord to the ground and stabbed him in the head,but its helmet saved it from being killed and so it knocked off hamster and retreated to its ship. klimino gave hamster a promotion and due to showing some intelligence,hamster became a bone 'ead,much to hamsters delight. even after several wins and losses,klimino and the crow eaters are still at war after 3 years of fighting,and klimino still fights on the front lines with his loyal men at the age of 45.

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background:catalice

Catalice is a planet near the outer rim of human control. it is half ice almost barren land,half city "jungle". the people their are tough and almost rarely trust outsiders. for century's the 2 halves were at war until it was put down by the imperium. they still mistrust each other,but not as much as they mistrust the imperium for stepping in. but they obey and follow the emperor,but more like you would follow your president,you follow,but you dont agree with everything he says.

due to their lack of trust to outsiders,all reinforcements to their regiments come from their home planet. once they tried combining the catalice 4th with the catachan 777th,but it ended with them fighting each other instead of the orks. people from ice catalice are natural survivalists in any situation,wearing fur and masks to cover themselves from the environment. people from city catalice are rough,go to shooters,as everyone has a weapon to defend from the violence of city gangs.to gain a cataliceians trust,you must prove yourself to them by showing above average bravery,strength,and more.

one thing about the people of catalice is that they dont like to fight.they think thoroughly before battle about how to avoid a long fight and lose less lives. it evolved in thier culture before the wars that fighting is not the answer unless absolutely necessary to survive. the wars happened due to their lack of trust and the cities need for expansion in order to survive with its massive population.

abhuman cataliceians- due to inbreeding in some parts of the city and pollution during the wars,a race of abhumans like the ogryns emerged.they are the quria. dumb,strong,but gentle as a butterfly,they love life and plants and made gardens to make the city beautiful.but they are also over protective of friends and family,busting in the heads of anyone who even argues with people they care about.

the ninyas are kinda like ratlings, but less rotund and Eskimos. they come from ice catalice,where they shrunk to conserve energy and gained great eye sight to help them see threw the blizzards.

Major NPCs:

hamster
-34
-bone ead
-crazy. Caring. Brutal. tough. Loyal.
-ripper gun with detachable big bayonet.carapace armor.
-he is kliminos best and oldest friend. He is very strange. he even likes to eat bullets.

igo(iigo,not I go)
-28
-human,general.
-calm. Loyal. Out going. Layed back. Cool headed.
-las pistol. power sword. carapace armor.
-leader of the 13th and kliminos 2nd in command, he fights strong and tough. but knows when he is beaten and wont push more afterwords(aka,we cant win,we arnt staying)

With a heavy thud, Gorskar's transport touched down, and the grizzled Warboss got up and out of his seat. Once the ramp lowered, he stalked out, his good eye seeking out the ork that had promised to meet him.
A huge, hulking beast of a Dredd greeted his eyes.
That Warboss, Gorskar thought, has cheated. Orks should be leader by virtue of their size, not how much gubbinz they can strap to themselves.
Still, the bigger the size, the bigger the target.
"You Warklaw? You in the big tin?"
Flexing his own battle klaw, Gorskar waited for a response, his meganob bodyguards clustering around him and observing the rival ork's horde with equal parts disdain and bravado.

Warklaw watched as the ship landed on the far end of the chamber. He watched as a fairly large ork nob walked out, surrounded by his own posse of boyz. He watched as the nob walked right up to him and looked up at his dread with dissaproval. Warklaw listened as the nob spoke, wondering who he was.

Warklaw's dread took a big step forward, just a few yards from Gorskar, and bent down slightly as if he was getting a better look at the Warboss.

"Dat depends..." Warklaw said in his raspy metallic voice. "You dat one called Gorskar eh? Course you iz, oo else'd you be?"

Warklaw paused for a moment, and with a great metallic creaking, his dread lowered itself into a crouching position where the cockpit was now closer to Gorskar.

"Iz called ya here ta offer ya a propasizun; I knowz yur boyz is gonna be comin ere real soon, great, more boyz fer da party. But dem umiez aint muckin about..."

There is a pneumatic hiss as the frontal hatch to Warklaw's dread comes open to reveal the withered body of a once proud Warboss to Gorskar and his boyz. All of Warklaw's boyz became fidgety, their chief had just put himself in a very dangerous position by revealing himself. But Warklaw knew that Gorskar ould have just bombed Warklaw's boyz from space if he wasn't interested, he obviously was. Warklaw's enormous, scarred, blackened and otherwise destroyed anatomy was there for them to see.

Warklaw's one good bionic eye looked down at Gorskar and he spoke with his own voice for the first time since the explosion.

"Dey done did dis ta me, dem and dem spehs mahreen boyz, my boyz mucked em up real good an I plan on keepin em doin dat, but dey can't be fightin you boyz at da same time else dem umiez is gonna blast us all inta space. Not ta mention all da rest ov da udders lurkin in dis ere hulk; da nids, da grey skins, da chaos boyz, dey'll all be comin ere pretty soon and dey'll whip both us good if wez too busy fightin each other. How bout wez take dem squishies togever, your boyz an mine?"

black templar wrote:

ineptus astartes wrote:

black templar wrote:You murdered my best friend heritic the Black templars ur wil purge ur filth.

yeah!?! well my primach could beat up your primarch! (he actually did!)


[Konrad Kurze bopped Rogal Dorn]

Thats where ur worng he my primarch suvived the heresy and urs died at the hands of an assassin M'Shen after the heresy and me and SSsilverskullSS are best friends in life.

oh...I see now...you do know that if you pursue me...hahaha...there will be another skull in my collection... (1 black templar/almost a thousand chaotics...)

ineptus astartes wrote:

black templar wrote:

ineptus astartes wrote:

black templar wrote:You murdered my best friend heritic the Black templars ur wil purge ur filth.

yeah!?! well my primach could beat up your primarch! (he actually did!)


[Konrad Kurze bopped Rogal Dorn]

Thats where ur worng he my primarch suvived the heresy and urs died at the hands of an assassin M'Shen after the heresy and me and SSsilverskullSS are best friends in life.

oh...I see now...you do know that if you pursue me...hahaha...there will be another skull in my collection... (1 black templar/almost a thousand chaotics...)

When did this become a Primarch measuring contest?

its over...konrad kurze won i think (btw you know that I sent a blood wolf after you a couple RP posts ago? lets see how you deal with that...)

ineptus astartes wrote:its over...konrad kurze won i think (btw you know that I sent a blood wolf after you a couple RP posts ago? lets see how you deal with that...)

Singing spear through the face.

La’Haedras flicks a small switch on her shuriken pistol and a faint glowing beam of pearlescent crimson light breaks the pitch black of this tainted Hulk. The other Eldar flick the switches on their guns too and raise them slowly in the silence of the air. The glowing reveals the corridor around them in a pool of haunting silhouettes as the party moves through the corridors. La’ Haedras raises her power sword and whispers a few words as she touches two fingers to her lips.

Glowing Eldar symbols appear around her lighting the area with a stronger glow that melds with the other light to form a purplish hue across the centre of the party. The Eldar Runes float around her as she opens her eyes again. The iris’ of here already bright eyes glow with the same eerie blue light as she surveys the corridors once more. “There is no traces of hostiles within our vicinity,” She announces to the group as they continue to walk silently through the ram shackled infer structure of the ‘Tomb Sanguinus’.

(here is another part for my story, still La' Haedras is nowhere near any other players.)

Sister of Krieg wrote:La’Haedras flicks a small switch on her shuriken pistol and a faint glowing beam of pearlescent crimson light breaks the pitch black of this tainted Hulk. The other Eldar flick the switches on their guns too and raise them slowly in the silence of the air. The glowing reveals the corridor around them in a pool of haunting silhouettes as the party moves through the corridors. La’ Haedras raises her power sword and whispers a few words as she touches two fingers to her lips.

Glowing Eldar symbols appear around her lighting the area with a stronger glow that melds with the other light to form a purplish hue across the centre of the party. The Eldar Runes float around her as she opens her eyes again. The iris’ of here already bright eyes glow with the same eerie blue light as she surveys the corridors once more. “There is no traces of hostiles within our vicinity,” She announces to the group as they continue to walk silently through the ram shackled infer structure of the ‘Tomb Sanguinus’.

(here is another part for my story, still La' Haedras is nowhere near any other players.)

We should team up, hang on and i'll edit this post with Eluna trying to find you.

(bw hale you might run into the blood wolf on the way hehehe and also blood wolfs are hard to kill,so...make it epic )

ineptus astartes wrote:(bw hale you might run into the blood wolf on the way hehehe and also blood wolfs are hard to kill,so...make it epic )

What the hell is a blood wolf and what's wrong with established deamons?

(ok I have this one other post that is ready for putting up and then we can work out how are characters will meet up ect.)


They reach a fork in the path and La’ Haedras turns to face the party her eyes still giving off the glowing aura that is reflected in the Eldar rune sigils that orbit her body. “Guardian Squad Wind Striker, you will take the left turn and continue along your way. I shall break of to the right with T’laric and Ariniae and we shall investigate the alternative route.” She orders in her kind tones as she indicates to the paths and the two Warlocks. The Exarch of Squad Wind Striker nods and signals to the other Guardians to move left. La’ Haedras turns towards the right path and calls over her shoulder.

“Remain in contact. Incase you find anything, you will report it back to me.” She gently informs the Guardians as they disappear down the corridor. Her boots begin to click again as she walks on down the right passage followed closely by her Warlock Escorts.

FWI some Blood wolf backround: psykers known as Gore Mages face the forces of the Emperor in the name of Khorne. These Chaos Sorcerers can transform ordinary warriors into Daemonhosts, after which they metamorphose into the ferocious Lesser Daemons of the Blood God that are called Blood Wolves (dan abnetts 'Blood Pact' [Gaunt's Ghosts])

(ok if i find a blood wolf I will make the battle immense, he might ever take out a couple of my elite Guardians now that they are on their own)

K (If i remomber correctly they travel at near sonic speeds and due to the possession they die within minuets of being released by the gore mage or damogaur)

ineptus astartes wrote:FWI some Blood wolf backround: psykers known as Gore Mages face the forces of the Emperor in the name of Khorne. These Chaos Sorcerers can transform ordinary warriors into Daemonhosts, after which they metamorphose into the ferocious Lesser Daemons of the Blood God that are called Blood Wolves (dan abnetts 'Blood Pact' [Gaunt's Ghosts])

I thought Khorne hated psykers?

he does. but he allows gore mages (I was a bit suprised when I read about them in blood pact but they use blood to do everything and so khorne bestows his gifts on them)

ineptus astartes wrote:he does. but he allows gore mages (I was a bit suprised when I read about them in blood pact but they use blood to do everything and so khorne bestows his gifts on them)

That can't be right, Khorne is the Bane of Psykers and believes it the tool of cowards, he even bestows gifts on his champions so they can resist their powers, those mages must have been aligned with Undivided or another God, as blood may be the demanded tribute of Khorne, other chaotic rituals also use blood sacrifice .

Please don't think I'm attacking you personally, it just seems weird.

it was on lexicanum...and it was written by dan abbnet...so its gotta be true...

ineptus astartes wrote:it was on lexicanum...and it was written by dan abbnet...so its gotta be true...

huh, fair enough. Character post following.

+++TYING UP LOOSE ENDS+++ (warning viewer discretion is advised [suggestive content])




“My lord?” asked a voice. Demogorgon sighed. ‘Not this again’ he thought. What appeared to be a sister of battle albeit with demon wings on her back walked in, and without so much as a glace to yeenoghu and orcus, who were giving thir respective reports, stalked up to Demogorgons throne and flashed a sultry smirk. “Malacanthet, to what do I owe this pleasure?” hissed a suitably irritated Demogorgon.




The Slaaneshi cultist bowed her head for a fraction of a second. “Is it not commonplace for a consort to visit her master?” she asked. “You. Are. Not. My. Consort.” Demogorgon hissed. The sister of chaos looked hurt. “My lord, you wound me.” “If only.” Muttered Demogorgon. But truth be told, the chaotic sister was mainly in his group for the aptitude she had with gathering intelligence. The only problem, being that she constantly pestered Demogorgon to when he was going to claim her for his own. His answer was always the same. Never. Why could she not get the idea through her pleasure-craving skull? Raged the terminator lord in the privacy of his mind. Out loud he said. “Our librarians are experiencing visions of the highborn eldar of Alaitoc and Ulthwe entering the hulk, find what you can.” The sister of chaos put on a sly smile. “And what will I get in return?” Demogorgon stared through the eyepieces in his helmet. She wouldn’t. He thought. “You know what I want” the night lord resisted the urge to draw his storm bolter and splatr the cultist all over the landscape. But her informational skills were of too much use. “Get the intelligence, and I wont kill you.” As she left Demogorgon mentally tacked off the slaves she would request as compensation for her foiled seduction.

Another dark corridor formed from dead metal and rock, Eluna found herself longing for an open sky, or even the wraithbone halls of her Craftworld, even if that meant having to see her mother more often.

Suddenly she stopped, there was something drawing nearer. She closed her eyes and spread her senses further. Something was hunting her, she could feel its directed malevolence and eons-old evil. A daemon then, and not one of She who thirsts.

It was fast moving, of that she was certain, and was closing on her with unerring resolve, navigating the tunnels and caverns that riddled this hulk with ease, it had her sent and it would be upon her in moments. Unless..

The creature burst from the opening behind her with a savage howl just as she focused her will upon severing the daemon from the mind it inhabited, her spear left her hand just as a blast of psychic energy disrupted the deamons grasp on reality.

The spear impaled the Blood wolf mid-leap, and with its daemonic mind distracted at the same moment its host was destroyed caused it to lose its anchor to reality. The meat that landed at Eluna's feet was empty and lifeless.

She knelt beside it and retrieved her spear, "Mon-keigh cultists," she concluded to herself, "and they know I'm here, troubling."

She stood and with her rose her mental defenses, making it harder for other psykers to track her movements, and hurried on, the runes had said another Farseer was present and that it would be prudent for the two of them to combine forces, the presence of Deamons able to track them made it even more important.

nice

ineptus astartes wrote:nice

Told you, Singing spear to the face. Eluna knows how to deal with daemons and Human cultists.

what about spawn and CSMs?

ineptus astartes wrote:what about spawn and CSMs?

Nothing a bit of warp lightning won't solve..

Alright everyone, all off-topic, OOC etc should now be done here.