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Just try to spell better in your posts than me.

Emperors Faithful wrote:

Just try to spell better in your posts than me.

Im trying my best now its just some wards i realy dont know and am guessing at

I think this will work out well, and with vox, we dont have to worry about metagaming.
Subject: Reisen-tanith
Location: In front of a computer
Situation: Not too bad, could use some lemonade though.

Subject: Scrazza
Location: My room
Situation: Tries to hold off the monsters and voices inside his head.

Subject: Warork
Location: My room, in front of my stereo
Situation: Waiting patiently for the RP to start by rocking out to some Blind Guardian...

Ready for launch captain!

Subject: Snarky
Location: At bus stop.
Situation: Getting soaked by the rain.

Subject: Scrazza
Location: In front of laptop, though not for long.
Situation: Frantically pressing the refresh button in hope of start of this RP.

Subject: ToastedAndy
Location: In my shed trying too paint
Situation: Red eyed and goofy grinned

Subject: Some Random Guy
Location: Sneaking onto HellsGuardians PC while he's away plotting world Domination
Situation: Pretending to be HellsGuar... "Hey get off my PC!!!!" Dammit he's onto me.

Subject: Little Lord Fauntleroy
Location: In front of his computer
Situation: Noting that everything seems in tip-top shape.

Subject: Dragonjaj
Location: My room, in front of my laptop lieing in bed, warching TV.
Situation: In need of more ameo for my shot gun and need more soda

Subject: Mordoskul
Location: Webway
Situation: Posting... ever posting

Jesus, bunch of smart-arses one and all.

Emperors Faithful wrote:Jesus, bunch of smart-arses one and all.

We try, we try

HellsGuardian316 wrote:

Emperors Faithful wrote:Jesus, bunch of smart-arses one and all.

We try, we try

*Bro-fist*

ROFL

Okey-dokey, added some more stuff to the character sheets. The rules are fine with everyone. So, this is what you'll get as your character gets out of the shuttle in front of the safehouse. Your first post will be after reading this. This post should involve you entering the house, introducing yourself to a few of the other characters and conversing, talk and get to know one another. The mission breifing will occur later on, I'll instigate it.

This is not me starting the RP, I will open up another thread for that. You will recieve a PM with the link to the new thread.

>>>>> Thought for the Day: Service to Oneself is Passing, Service to the Emperor is Eternal. <<<<<

+++ +++ The Hunt for [EXCERPT DELETED]: Day One +++ +++

+++ +++ TASKFORCE FURY+++ +++

+++ +++MISSION BREIFING +++ +++

Greetings Furies,

This will be the first time all members of Taskforce Fury have assembled within the same roof. Several of you will have been here for the past couple of days, dutifully preparing yourselves for the task ahead. Most of you, however, will only have just gotten off the shuttle that brought you here, reading this as you walk towards the manor at this very moment.

Welcome to the planet Calthrix. At the moment you’re in the Northern Hemisphere of the planet, the mountainous areas that are abound with valleys, such as this, still supporting verdant amounts of life, untouched by pollution of the Hive Cities in the southern areas. Under any other circumstances this manor would be picturesque, the trees and birdsongs pleasant, the nearby lake perfect for recreational activities. The nobility of this planet obviously have that in mind, hence why these mountains are dotted with private estates.

This is the reason we are here. We believe our target took refuge with one of the nobility, to rest and recuperate at his leisure. I am not optimistic enough to believe that our target is still here, but the trail is fresh, and we have the scent. We lost contact with our source of information just over a week ago, before we could identify the location of the estate. Our goal now is to investigate and discover the location of this manor, interrogate everyone that resides or works there and discover the destination of our target.

Further information concerning particular roles and parameters will be discussed in the briefing room this evening at 2000 standard Terra time. Attendance is mandatory.

Ave Imperator,

Lady Avare.
+++ HOLO SLATE END +++

Lord Harrab wrote:

HellsGuardian316 wrote:

Emperors Faithful wrote:Jesus, bunch of smart-arses one and all.

We try, we try

*Bro-fist*

*Man-hug!* ... wha? .. too soon?

Heh heh...Furies...we have a nickname!

Little lord Fauntleroy wrote:Heh heh...Furies...we have a nickname!

Ronan jumps off the shuttle craft and surveys the area, he had recieved word from Remus himself that he was required to join a group of furies for an unspecified reason. Donning his special suit having left his armour in storage he makes his way to the large Mansion and bangs on the door several times with his fist. The door slowly creaks open and stood in the doorway is non other than his old friend, Brother Aygapus. Not a word is exchanged as Brother Aygapus looks him up and down seeing Ronan dressed as a giant Bunny, a loud slap is heard as he facepalms himself, mumbling the words "Furies! .. not .. Furries you idiot!"


if you give me an opening like that, I'm gonna take it

Allright! Making intro post now. I do hope you meant us to d that here, and not in the real RP. I is confused.

IC:

Soric walked down the boarding ramp of the shuttle, alongside others of the strikeforce. He didn't bother to have a conversation with the others, all he cared about was getting out of this damned inquisitorial errant, and get back to Ousia. He longed for the stink of the swamps.

Soric covered his eyes against the sun. He had been on transit for the last two months afterall, sunshine was something of a long time ago. He lugged his gear off the shuttle. His Hellgun, some private things he gathered over the years stuffed in an old ammo box,...

He wore his drab green carapace armor like it was a second skin. Back on Ousia he would have abbandoned most of his armor, the climate was too hot for it. He would have gone too battle with only his chest armor strapped over his bare chest and with standard issue army trousers, but the extra inquisitorial training required to participate in this mission had put some more dicsipline in him.

He entered the mansion, and was stunned to see the interior. It wasn't like he expected it to look like judging from the outside. there was no luxury, the mansion's interior was converted to serve the the mission's purpose.

Soric put his stuff down, and found a seat. After sitting down, he thought about what had put him here. He wasn't supposed to be here. He should be back home, fighting those filthy greenskins out of the swamps. It wasn't his fault. Whatever they put him through, he would survive it and get back to his home. Soric was hel-bent on that.

@HG: Bunny suits shall be shot on sight, set on fire, then shot again.

@Scrazzza: Sure, that post will probably be your first in the RP. Don't forget to add:

Character: Soric Ghast
Location: Inquisitorial Safehouse
Situation: Disembarking offshuttle and making his way to the manor.

HellsGuardian316 wrote:

Little lord Fauntleroy wrote:Heh heh...Furies...we have a nickname!

Ronan jumps off the shuttle craft and surveys the area, he had recieved word from Remus himself that he was required to join a group of furies for an unspecified reason. Donning his special suit having left his armour in storage he makes his way to the large Mansion and bangs on the door several times with his fist. The door slowly creaks open and stood in the doorway is non other than his old friend, Brother Aygapus. Not a word is exchanged as Brother Aygapus looks him up and down seeing Ronan dressed as a giant Bunny, a loud slap is heard as he facepalms himself, mumbling the words "Furies! .. not .. Furries you idiot!"


if you give me an opening like that, I'm gonna take it

YOU'RE LETTING TEAM ASTARTES DOWN !!

Decided too go into the equipment in a bit more detail:

Full combat gear 'When gak hits the fan, and you hit back'

Full Carapace armour
Rebreather w/ protective Visor
Binoculars
Comm bead

Modified Helgun w/ 4X scope
Bolt pistol
Combat blade ( 45 cm long)


Undercover gear

Balaclava
Trenchcoat with deep pockets
Flakk armour
Comm bead

Modified Helgun w/ 4X scope
Bolt pistol
Combat blade (45 cm long)

I don't think we have to post every piece of equipment here. We RP an elite team of infiltrators (most are), so they'll be able to improvise some good disguise.

Scrazza wrote:I don't think we have to post every piece of equipment here. We RP an elite team of infiltrators (most are), so they'll be able to improvise some good disguise.

Fake moustaches and the like? sounds good too me

Toastedandy wrote:

Scrazza wrote:I don't think we have to post every piece of equipment here. We RP an elite team of infiltrators (most are), so they'll be able to improvise some good disguise.

Fake moustaches and the like? sounds good too me

yes, ofcourse, I'll let my character go in full pack, with only a porn moustache as disguise. Nobody will notice the stormtrooper in their midst, for he isn't a stormtrooper, he is a porn actor in carapace armor and has a real big gun.

Now, jokes aside, yeah I imagined my character to wear some old rags, a scarf, etc... You know, we could try and look like a native gang.

Scrazza wrote:I don't think we have to post every piece of equipment here. We RP an elite team of infiltrators (most are), so they'll be able to improvise some good disguise.

I hope so, Assassins have so much crap.

Scrazza wrote:

Toastedandy wrote:

Scrazza wrote:I don't think we have to post every piece of equipment here. We RP an elite team of infiltrators (most are), so they'll be able to improvise some good disguise.

Fake moustaches and the like? sounds good too me

yes, ofcourse, I'll let my character go in full pack, with only a porn moustache as disguise. Nobody will notice the stormtrooper in their midst, for he isn't a stormtrooper, he is a porn actor in carapace armor and has a real big gun.

Now, jokes aside, yeah I imagined my character to wear some old rags, a scarf, etc... You know, we could try and look like a native gang.

I will never to able to think of a male pornstar (which thankfully isn't that often) without imagining them in Carapace armour and wielding a hellgun.


"Purge me! Purge me harder!"

"Feel the Emprah's FURY.... in my pants."