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Boy,

you just got served!

Event tomorrow methinks..

Darkvoidof40k wrote:Boy,

you just got served!

Event tomorrow methinks..

This does not bode well for me, me thinks.
...
What? Me can hav meh suprieze?

Sure! If you survive, that is.. Mwahahaha. *evil GM*

Good god, I'm dead....

Noo not Scrazza! (:O

Arken Vul'tan01 wrote:Noo not Scrazza! (:O

Count: one loyal follower to the cult of Scrazz

What is this cult of which you speak?

Little lord Fauntleroy wrote:What is this cult of which you speak?

The one that is definitely not under scrutinous examination, infiltration and watch of Inquisitor Atrum Inritus. *innocent*

The Cult of Scrazz is taking new members! Subscribe now, and get a tasty cyber cookie!

Scrazza wrote:The Cult of Scrazz is taking new members! Subscribe now, and get a tasty cyber cookie!

That has definitely, really, absolutely, positively, completely, totally, utterly reliably, maximus trueness, not been poisoned by the Inquisition's infiltrators..


.. promise.. go ahead, eat it.. really, no really, I insist..

Cookie where! I is immune to poisions

Arken Vul'tan01 wrote:Cookie where! I is immune to poisions

IS THAT SO, EH?

INQUISITORIAL WEINER DOG, ATTACK!

Oh wow! It so cute I want it!

My space monkeys will eradicate your weiner dog patrol!

All Hail The Cult Of Scrazz!

*rises fists in the air*

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Scrazza wrote:My space monkeys will eradicate your weiner dog patrol!

All Hail The Cult Of Scrazz!

*rises fists in the air*

and so the great RP, being created by Darkvoid, was thrown off its great hinges into the realms of the off topic

I will have my reply up shortly Scrazz...

you dinked up Warklaw's bike, he's gonna be awful pissed, not to mention ol Izzy )

"My Flashlights will blind you." - Famous Quote of Nostradamus.

Getting Off Topic is great! It's good for the RP moods!

Warklaw got up, dazed but intact, he'd suffered much worse before, like that time he was stuck between a crazed (for an ork) wierdboy and that pissed off Squiggoth. Warklaw grinned as remembered the scars from that....good times, good times.

Truth be told, he'd half expected that to happen, him being thrown from his bike by something that is, he just wanted to see how long he could ride around before it happened and he had to start killin umiez the ol fashioned way.

Warklaw pulled himself up to his full height, he wasn't about to be intimidated by some squishy umiez with and attitude problem. Immediately he could see tuffnut's boyz havin at it and makin a merry racket, tying up the humans immediate frontal efforts, they were stout boyz but they'd need help soon if they were going to take on this amount of umiez, it looked like a full scale human invasion, hundreds of em scrambling around.

Warklaw smiled, their might have been a lot of humans and their even might be more coming but there were more orks thatn there would ever be humans on this hulk, Warklaw knew that, he'd heemed the human's breakout with his blitz, time to follow it up with a determined push. But first, he had more pressing concerns.....

Warklaw saw a bunch of humiez coming at him with what looked to be burnas, Warklaw frowned, nasty things those were, but not without weakness. out of the corner of his eye he spied Izzy standing beside him with barely controlled blood lust.

"You know wot ta do ol pal..." Warklaw said showing his tusk in an orky smile.

"Aim for dere tanks."

For all ork marksmanship wasn't, Izzy was probably the best shooter in the entire WAAGH. Warklaw had taken him on as his pet for just that purpose, having his own custom shoota grafted to Izzy's spine. The flamer toting humans were at first confused by the small xenos that stood before them, but their confusion turned to dread as Izzy opened up, expertly spraying left and right, mowing down most of them. The retaliation was swift, the remaining flamers washed the two down with liquid fire. The two orks disappeared in a wall of flame. The humans cheered, they had killed the beast, surely all that remained was charred husks. Somewhere in the remaining group, a voice called out for a cease fire, and black smoke billowed up from their target before clearing to reveal their worst fears realized....

The ork warlord was still there, standing, glaring, untouched, along with his pet....

What Warklaw knew and the humans didn't was that he had a special device made for him by his big mek. It was what the mek called a "Furs feeld ginirater" Warklaw didn't know all the gadgety talk that explained how the device worked but he knew the results, around him some sort of shield was provided for a few moments when the button on the device was pressed, rendering the owner nigh on invulnerable for just those few moments until the field dissipated. The trick had gotten the warboss out of a few tight spots, like that one time with the wierdboy and the squiggoth...

Warklaw smiled as the humans stood in fear, shaking, dreading this monster which was impervious to their weapons. Warklaw stepped forward, his bulk towering over them, they looked like pink grotz to him. Warklaw grinned at the apt analogy.

"Luks like iz my turn umiez" He said as he raised his axe and revved it. The first slash came down, cleaving a man in two with a welter of gore. The reverse swipe took his partner out in a neat decapitation....

that did it....

the line that had surrounded Warklaw broke and ran, screaming in terror at the sight, Warklaw killed as many as he could get his hands on and Izzy slew many more as the fled with rounds to the back. Warklaw looked around, the immediate are was clear. Not waiting, he screamed at the top of his lungs with his claw held high.

The roar echoed around the huge chamber where the umiez had begun to set up. And to this loud roar came other similar roars from side tunnels all over the chamber, orks wandered into the room in mobs and hordes, attracted by the sounds of fighting and their bosses clarion call. Warklaw grinned when he saw a particular set of orks bound from the rear of the chamber in front of the straining human line. Orks painted in black, with heavy armor and massive weapons and choppas piled out, but the one piece of gear that set them out from the rest were the huge rockets strapped to their backs. They were his nob Grimjaw's stormboyz, and they were a proud sight for any ork to see. A lot of them immediately went to hammering along with Tuffnut's boyz but most of them followed their nob leader when he yelled loudly and triggered his rocket pack, jumping over the heads of the defenders and coming down near Warklaw with resounding thuds.

"Yew kalled boss?" Grimjaw said smirking as well as an ork could. Warlaw punched him good naturedly (for an ork) and made a motion with his massive hand for the boyz to look around him.

"Welcum to da pardee, Grim, ya made it juss in tiem" Warklaw said, shouldering his massive axe. As the orks went to fighting Warklaw strode through the battling groups, for the most part unchallenged, looking for something...

His bionic eye didn't lie, he'd seen the umie who'd trashed his bike, and he was gonna find the little grot lover before the party was over.

Charkos had regained his senses and his lasgun pretty quick, and was running together with his kinsmen. HE could hear Major Mortensen yelling over the link;

"Get back! fall back to the second line!"

Charkos, and hundreds of men all around him ran for their lives. Some brave souls dared to stop, kneel and take shots at the encroaching horde. Some orks fell, but it had no real effect. One dead ork didn't make the difference. Charkos was afraid, this remembered him too well of home. The feral orks chasing him when he was still 12 years old. His father had organized a hunting party, and Charkos was found, and the orks killed. But he had been afraid either way. Running on adrenaline, and men dropping around him by stray slugs, he finally reached the second line, where the second wave of men, another company of the 31st Riverine, were waiting for the orks.

Heavy bolter emplacements, Heavy stub gun emplacements, barbed wire. The other company had seemingly did a better job then Mortensen's.

Mortensen stood atop a pile of sandbags, waving his company on. The Major held the company banner, a flag emblazoned with the heraldry of the regiment, with the company slogan underneath it. Atop the banner, on it's spike, was a gator skull, held inplace by leather straps. It was an ispiring sight, seeing the major shooting his lasgun one handedly, and holding the banner.

Charkos went faster, the men around him as well. When the Ousians reached the lines, having created a large gap between them and the orks, the suport weapons started to open up. heavy bolter rounds, stubber rounds, plasma guns, grenade launchers all lended their fire. The men pumped las beams into the horde as well. The Ousians had suffered greatly to secure this floor, and they would not stand these savages taking it again, they'd rather die.

The orks fell in droves, And Major Mortensen and the captain of the other company clapped each other on the back. It appeared they had driven the assault to a standstill. Medics were already atending to the most badly wounded, fresh ammo clips were given, but the men didn't stop firing.

Charkos looked around, and found most of his platoon allive. They had been lucky. Eighteen dead is much, but given the circomstances, the men from Charkos' platoon who had survived had been very lucky indeed.

The fire of support guns would not falter one second. Wave upon wave of orks fell dead, until their feeble minds collapsed, and all orky order there was broke down into a retreat. Charkos felt relieved, but he knew they would return sooner or later. Checking his chronometer, he let out a gratefull sigh. The Tank Company would arrive in 13 minutes.

I. Am. Loving. It.

However, I have an evil plan, that you will not like, Scrazza. Mwa, Mwahahahahahaha! Ahahahahahaha! HAHAHAHAAHAHAHAAHAA!

*runs off laughing madly into the night*

*ahem*

I need to stop being lazy and get the event done at some point.. probably later today .

*crawls under the bed* Will the evil plan include spiders?

Scrazza wrote:*crawls under the bed* Will the evil plan include spiders?

Hmm.. new possibilities..


Infact now that you've mentioned it.. almost certainly!

Mommy, Mommy, Darko isn't playing nice!

*runs after mommy*

I AM THE GM! I PLAY AS I WISH! MWAHAHA.

*Scrazz's mommy catches Darko, puts him on her leg, and slaps Darko's butt repeatingly*

Scrazza wrote:*Scrazz's mommy catches Darko, puts him on her leg, and slaps Darko's butt repeatingly*

*Darko fires rear shotgun, causing.. a mess..*

Darko has a shotgun up his rear? Mommy, mommy, I want that too!

Scrazza wrote:Darko has a shotgun up his rear? Mommy, mommy, I want that too!

Mommy: [silence]

Darkvoidof40k wrote:

Scrazza wrote:Darko has a shotgun up his rear? Mommy, mommy, I want that too!

Mommy: [silence]

Mommy: Son...you're dead to me.

The drop ship landed in the cold and empty hanger.
A small group of silver skulls led by the legendary Jaz the inheritor exited the ramp.

"We must find the lord of this vessel and end his merciless ways!" Spoke jaz.

The squad followed their leader down a dark empty corridor, "how did this ship become tainted by chaos?" asked one of the brother space marines.

"I do do not know young brother the powers of chaos are strong" Jaz replied.

"...into the Breech!"

Marcus screamed his war cry as he charged towards the dazed orks mobbing around the smashed pile of junk that had been their wall (to be fair it was a pile of junk before, but now it was just a pile of junk in a different arrangement). Behind him ran his retinue and behind them was the tide of guardsmen. Marcus had never fought alongside the Ousians but from reports he'd read and various articles written on tactics, strategy and combat that the Ousians had been mentioned in Marcus was certain that this attack would not falter.

He drew his blade from his back, thumbing the activation rune. Holy signals and beatitudes flared up in a fiery blue haze as power flowed into the ancient sword. Power shimmered around the weapon. Upon closing with the Orks the rites of Xenos Vanquishing changed their hue from blue to red as the sword sensed their presence.
He pulled his hellpistol free of its holster and raised it at the mass of aliens. The weapon vibrated and hummed as it powered up. He fired the weapon. Dazzling multicoloured light streamed from its muzzle clipping one of the orks'. The powerful energies while strong did little more than blow a chunk off his arm and spin the thing around... though it also made it mad.

The screaming tide of men was met by a similarly wild tide of orks. Despite the devastation caused by the marauders the orks were still up for the fight; like they ever would not Marcus thought to himself with a smile. He met the green wave with furious determination and an animals ferocity. As he hit the orks line he dropped his pistol to the ground; gripping his sword with two hands he ducked under the swing of a choppa and sliced clean through the ork welding it. Keeping his momentum he hacked and chopped and sliced his way into the green crowd, Felix would have been ashamed at how his student was making use of the fine sword that he'd been gifted; but Marcus reckoned this place to be no place for the practiced parries, riposts and attacks of finer swords work. Robur was beside him, his hellgun swung on his back and making use of the twin long knives he carried for close combat. He was doing his own fair share of butchering the xeno scum as he darted and dodged strikes from the orks and returned with short, swift hits from the knives. Sergeant Domini was also there, blasting his way into the sea of green with his automatic shotgun then hacking into it with a vicious bayonet attached to his weapon. A thunderbolt flew low over head and strafed the line with its twin autocannons causing huge plumes of dust, dirt, blood and body bits to fly up into the air. What enemy would resist such an onslaught! Marcus smiled...

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The fighting had only lasted minutes but it had seemed like hours. Marcus, Robur and Domini were drenched in sweat, dust and blood. Men from the Ousian regiments were roaming the field of battle and putting las shots through the skulls of those orks too stupid to die. It hadn't been a completely one sided battle though. Many men from the guard had died. Even Marcus had lost a man from his retinue, Sallies. To be fair it was only a matter of time until he died. He was too reckless and often lost his cool in battle. On top of that he was not to great as a student. In some ways it was probably best Sallies had died. Marcus sighed, guess this means I need a new member of the retinue he thought.


Ooc: hope the event'll be good...