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Name: Romulus Greythroat

Full Name: Romulus Aredic Greythroat

Appearance: Classic Space wolf Lone wolf, covered in armour and totems af fenris sporting the emblem of the Black Wolf of winter symbolizing the cold reality of life and the brutality of death. His Frost sword never stops growling its lament of doom and his thundershield never stops crackling.


History: He has raged across the battlefields of the 41st millenium hoping for the glorious death in battle that has awaited him these long years, he avenged the former members of his thunderwolf cavalry pack along time ago and rides into battle astride his massive thunderwolf and old friend: Bloodmaw. His pack was decimated by fanatic worshipers of slaanesh when they detonated a massive explosive as his pack cut through them, only he survived and he and his cybernetically repaired friend have become almost a legend in that noone can kill them, his hands brought down a bio titan of the tyranid horde as it was approching a settlement of the imperium and then he dissapeared, the near victems of the monstrosity unable to laud their saviour, he now travels in a borrowed transporter of his Ordo Malleus allies strapped into the core of Bloodmaws robotic frame he dances a bloody crusade across the galaxy.

Personality: A true veteran of battle who can ignore the extremes of emotion and can suppress the russ gene in his blood. He has forsaken the usual spacewolf way of fighting alone and attaches himself to any squad in combat with a foe, eager to reap his blood toll. Laughs easiy and quick to joke but his mind never stops thinking.

Wargear: Frost Axe, Stormshield and his mount Bloodmaw

Im sorry but Im going to have to quit. I don't have much spare time to play this RPG.

Im gunna stay at base and send out a scouting squad to recon the area

"Do you enjoy my trophy?"
"My lord?"
An empty set of Terminator armor marked with the heraldy of Syrath sat in a throne next to the Raven's dais. The Raven clutched a fresh skull in his gauntlet.
"This one put up quite a fight for a coward"
With a glance, the inside-out corpse of Arkois, a warrior of Syrath, dropped to the floor.
"What of the rest of them, milord?"
"Oh, we'll deal with them"
"Shall I re.."
"No, not yet. Tell me, why is a raven like a writing desk, hmm?"

Maniacal Laughter

Out of character undivided wrote:
No offense to you at all blood reaper, just wrote it to justify your leaving

Full Name: The Murderfex
Equipment: 4x scything talons, bio plasma maw, flesh hooks, Leader-beast synapse relay (Big brains!), Hardened carapace, bonded exoskeleton, regeneration
Appearance: A horrifying bipedal monstrosity, with viciously spiked talons and sinister glowing red eyes. it's carapace is a dull, bloody red and it's skin underneath is a slick obsidian.

History: The Murderfex is an uncommon deviation of the carnifex genus that demonstrated synaptic control over lesser tyranid beasts in the absence of formal leaders such as hive tyrants and tyranid warriors. It seems to travel between hive fleets by having it's genetic code assimilated and re-used on battlefields where the conventional leader-beasts draw too much priority fire. It can be noted that on every occasion, it has displayed the same carapace colouring regardless of the hive fleet it's attached to.

(cool. Do you want to start with me in space.)

Bar'goth observes the chaos fleet. Hiding the mainstay of the tyranid fleet out of sight in preperation for his attack. Soon the valuable Biomass would all be theirs. Nothing could stop them. Quietly the tyranid fleet reveals themselves and attacks the rear of the chaos fleet. Bar'goth grins as he prepares for the upcoming fight.

Romulus watches the main space wolves force head out with sadness in his heart, he knows that armies as powerful and spendrous as this are often torn to shreds by forces outside of his control. From his position atop Bloodmaw he observes a strange flickering in the sky and vengeance grips his heart: chaos. The enhanced autosenses in his borrowed Ordo Malleus helmet pick up the subtle vibrations of the warp power of a chaos sorceror in the space above, realizing that this may be his last battle he whispers to his old friend: "shall we dance one more time Blood?", locking on to the source of the disturbance he initiates Bloodmaw's in-built teleporter. He has one last brief glance of the sky then his vision is covered in the whispers of the warp and for one terrible second the deamons of chaos reach out to him as he uses their plane to assault the chaos ship, and then he is through his eyes resting on the bulkhead of a massive door in the warped livery of the chaos gods.

"Prepare the Plague Marines, tell the Plaguebringer to... do as it's told... the Tyranids are doing as I predicted. How delightful, no? Oh, and thank Typhy for letting me borrow some of his men"

"My lord, there is another thing"
"Hmmm?"
"The daemon eyes roaming around the ship have detected an intruder"
"Oh, joy! Company! I will be meating him myself then!

Maniacal Laughter

A soft growl ripples through the corridor and a crackle fills the air as Romulus charges his sword and shield, Bloodmaw swings one cypernetically enhanced paw and rips throgh the plasteel bulkhead, he then prowls forwards into the gloom, Romulus's autosenses picking up the traces of sorceory and something far sinister but unidentifiable in the air.

The murderfex prowls around the location that the mycetic spores have fallen, relying on the synapse information being relayed to him by the gaunts and genestealers to ascertain the location of the prey. It's booming howl is a challenge to anything foolish enough to accept it's fate. It craves the blood of the prey and it shall not go unsatisfied

"Hello little wolf, what brings you here?"

Romulus turns only to find nothing, as if the voice were inside his head.

Out of character undivided wrote: Ever face an Alpha Plus Psyker before? http://wh40k.lexicanum.com/wiki/The_Assignment

Marta: you are on a chaos ship. I will assume for your own safety that you at least have a squad with you. (Bit mean to let you die so quick).
Undivided: you may be an alpha plus psyker but I can’t let you kill characters so easy. You can decimate randoms but characters need a little bit more.
Vulkan: please specify a direction for your scouts. I don’t know what they find if I don’t know where they go.
Blood reaper: thanks for playing
Mukkin: ok....what are you doing? If you are sending out gaunts ect as scouts, please give me a direction so that I can tell you what they find.
Evaelc: You are attacking the chaos fleet in orbit. I am currently unaware what nids in space do but I assume you are trying to board. you don’t manage to get very close before you come under intense fire and portions of your fleet are destroyed. you manage make an opening in the side of one of the ships and you and many genestealers get aboard. What do you do?

I'l follow the gaunts ect north, to be clear.

(ooc) um lone wolf means i dont really follow or lead a squad but if someone makes a particularly vicious kill in front of me ill let them fight nearby,

(ic) Bloodmaw releases a growl of such ferocity that in the past greater deamons of khorne have backed of in fear, the enchanced vox caster in Bloodmaw's throat sends intense vibrations through the bulkhead that begin to tear the ship apart

:"show yourself or ill take you and this ship with me, i think ud best know that the teleporter i posess has ordo malleus tech that prevents sorcerous or technological teleportations nearby me of chaotic or warp origin."

Romulus dismouts from Bloodmaw and walks in a wide circle calmly assesing every inch of the room, nothing escapes his gaze

Mukkin'About wrote:I'l follow the gaunts ect north, to be clear.

Your travel north into a barran and rocky wasteland. The only life around is scrub and incects that your gaunts begin to devour. yor less distracted servants find signs of technology. You look up to see a battle in the skys.

Out of character wrote:
No worries Ledabot! I like to play with my food before eating it. I'll try not to rip people inside-out with a glance all the time. Quite fitting for a mad sorcerer, no?

Aboard the Oblivion:
"Why so hostile to your brother Astartes, Romulus? Calm down, you are a guest in my ship. I will do well to... entertain you and your friends"

Raven's Command Dais
"Everybody fire their guns! The filthy Tyranids want to party! Tell the commander of the Plaguebringer to release the Life-eater spores, remain course on target. This'll be fun!

Maniacal Laughter

"Dont you get it wretch??? My friends were killed long ago by your kind, death means nothing to me, so show your parasitic face so i can watch as your life blood drains out of your eyes!!"

And all the while nids are tearing through the oblivion.

Raven's Dais:
"Seal of that bulkhead, it's time for some games, Send the warphounds we borrowed from that pretty Dark Eldar witch I.. pah, that's a story for another time" More Maniacal Laughter

In the Bulkhead: Me? Show myself, to you? But why? Surely my the pets shall suffice, no?

I send forth many genestelers and other cc guys to assault the ship. Maenwhile I'll send a synapse creature to try and direct the ship into other chaos ships. most likely a zoanthrope. Hopefully this insane plan works. Meanwhile the other hive fleet ships will continue to assault the chaos ships. (BTW tyranid ships are living themselves in a way and they like crash into other ships and release a wave of nids. )

Silently Bar'goth readies a mycetic spore to deploy as a precaution. He grins as through the screen he sees his ships hurtling forward. "Those fools thought this was the main attack." He smirks,then reaching into the hive mind he calls out, "close the pincer". More tyranid ships appear from behind the main attack and encircle the Chaos fleet.

Ledabot wrote:And all the while nids are tearing through the oblivion.

Out of character wrote:
And all the while the rest of my fleet is fighting too, and the Plaguebringer about to deliver its payload of Papa Nurgle's best soup.

Raven's Dais:
"Milord, we detect more Tyranids"
"Just as planned, these creature truly are mindless."
Vesanus raises his Staff
"Let the Galaxy burn."
Outside a warpstorm begins to brew
"No one escapes now"

More Maniacal Laughter

Bar'goth contacts the murdafex.

"soon you shall have reinforcements. Just finishing up with an apetizer."

"I can hear the Tyranids aboard this vessel, our time is short, fight me!!! if you succeed in destroying me then you will be able to fend of the Xenos abord this.... you call this a ship??? FIGHT ME!!!!!!!"

Romulus proceeds to dig his frostblade deep into the floor and begins to cut a massive chunk out of the bulkhead

"maybe this will give you incentive!!!"

standing he takes the piece of steel an throws it through the door Bloodmaw smashed open, he hears it skidding down the hall and into a group of appoaching Genestealers,

"Finally a battle"

He swiftly mouts Bloodmaw and charges down the corridor

"FOR THE BLACK WOLF!!!!!!"

His Frost blade cuts down, shearing through one of the Xenos, looping it around he rips it through anouther parting its waist from chest, whipping his shield around it catches a Genestealer full in the face sending it spiralling down the corridor, mean while grunts and snarls ripple from Bloodmaw as he takes his share of the Tyranid foes,

eventually Romulus slows a trail of gore stretching down the corridor,

"that was pathetic, FIGHT ME YOU COWARDLY CHAOS SLIME!!!!!!!!!!!"

Recieving information from the hive mind Bargoth notes that this space marine is becoming quite a problem.
"Release the Lictors."!!!!!!!!!!

(ooc) btw undivided it seems a bit op to use a Alpha plus level psyker in this rpg as its supposed to be fun rather than demoralizing to be fighting against such a powerful foe, your just lucky my character doesnt fear death.....

Looking down the empty corridor in disgust Romulus sends a telepath message to the main Space-wolves army

"sending coods for full scale strike, Xenos and Chaos abord, send grey hunters and blood wolves, we need to clean house, for the black wolf, out"

he taps a series of numbers into the holo screen appearing infront of him and sends the coodinates of his position to the main army

"you had your chance to come to me filth, now I will hunt you down and when you do you will plead to your god for mercy of the failing of your death, prepare to meet your end scum"

Tyranic Marta wrote:(ooc) btw undivided it seems a bit op to use a Alpha plus level psyker in this rpg as its supposed to be fun rather than demoralizing to be fighting against such a powerful foe, your just lucky my character doesnt fear death.....

Out of character wrote:
I'm aware, don't worry. I'll not be going ripping titans in to two anytime soon. Your character didn't seem to notice the Nurglings I sent as an appetizer. HEADSUP SELF-DESTRUCT WARNING GOOD LUCK GETTING OUT

Raven's Dais:
"Everyone did as I told?"
"Yes lord, all the chosen Champions and Shipmasters are ready to teleport down on Rak'noll at your will."
"Good, Initiate the self-destruct to the engines and warp drives. Tell the rest to do the same with their ships. Goodbye Oblivion!"
And with that, Vesanus and his Chosen teleported to the Chaos base so kindly erm.. given to him by Arkois

Bar'goth snarls as he sees that the fight was not going well.

Out of character wrote:
Seeing as our banter is so animated, I'm thinking about making this into a full-blown fiction story as soon as we're done. There's a link to one of my sample work sigged if you're interested in seeing what I can do. What do you guys think of the idea?

Romulus sees the warphounds rushing down the corridor and nods his head, wolves of a sort, he would leave them be, instead he teleports back to the surface tracking the signature of the sorceror