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Dudes, don't start complaining . That never ends well and usually results in no event at all, or a mediocre event at best .
(Thats done it, YOU HAVE ANGERED THE GM!!! WE MUST APPEASE HIS HOLINESS WITH A VIRGIN SACRIFICE!!!.................
..............that rules out a lot of us here...... )
Needless to say, Warklaw was a little fed up. He'd searched for minutes among the crowd but to his frustration he couldn't find the little squig munch that had thrown him off his bike. And now, the humans were running, turning tail and running back to their comrades like children scared by a frightening story around the campfire. Warklaw watched his boyz run headlong at the defenses and get munched by the heavy fire. The umiez were playing it safe, running away until something tipped in their favor. Warklaw thought about what that might be...
In the meantime he called his boyz back.
"Oi ladz! Leg it! Wez regruupin!" Warklaw roared. With reluctance his boyz fell back from the line, staggering their retreat with rapid bursts of fire and waves of stikbombz to keep the umiez heads down while they fell back. Warkalw saw that Tuffnut and most of his boyz had made it back. Tuffnut was currently raving in bloodlust about how many umiez he'd killed and how many more he would.
"Wez got owerselfs a nice fight ere boss. Glad we came." Tuffnut said, blood and other gibblets dripping from his armor, none of it his own.
As Warklaw's boyz were regrouping, Warklaw heard the throaty rumble of orky vehicles coming from behind him. He turned to see his number two coming up with more boyz, all screaming orky oaths as they approached. The force brought with them huge battlewagons and even a few looted tanks. Warklaw grinned as he saw the familiar sight of Snazztoof's flash gits piling out of the back of a wagon to take up positions with their kindred. There weren't any orks who had the pure shooty power of Snazz's boyz, Warklaw knew that right and proper. He strode over to his number two, who was busy yelling at an incompetent battlewagon driver.
"Keep da boyz ere! Make shur da umiez doesn't get by ya! Spread da boyz out so nuthin gets past em!"
"Goin sumwhere again boss?"
Warklaw smiled as his idea came to the fore "Yeah, Iz gonna see if I can find any umie kanz ta krunch."
Warklaw yelled for Grimjaw and his boyz to follow, together, they went down a side corridor, leaving behind them a formidable ork force to take on the humans' main push. After a while in dark cramped corridors, Grimjaw's curiosity got the better of him.
"Where we goin boss?"
He revieced a klunk on the head from warklaw as a result. "Where I bloody well say by Gork!" Warklaw raged, but continued.
"Wez meetin up with Rambork, hiz sneeky gits and Krugg's kankrakka lootas iz gonna be rarin fer sum fun." Grimjaw grinned and pulled out a toy he had reserved for just such an occasion: a long pole with an armor piercing rocket attatched taht the orks lovingly called a "Kan hamma"
In a few minutes, the orks had travelled a little ways to the right and behind the humans main line just a several hundred yards behind them. There they found (or more accurately stumbled into) the boyz Warklaw had been talking about. Rambork's boyz were all geared up with big shoota's and demo charges, perfect supplies for a good ambush. Each ork of the mob had a unique piece of headgear to set them out. Green wool berets with red skulls painted on them, denoting them as kommandos. Along with them were Krugg's loota's, each had some sort of heavy weapon, mostly rocket launchers and zap gunz of some sort, a few were carrying mines and other orky explosives. warklaw was happy to see along with them came a little group of bombsquigs........perfect.
Rambork was first to talk, his cigar twitching in his mouth as he did so. "Wez found da umiez armor like you said boss, dyz headed dis way, guess dey wanna get dere tanks up to help dere boyz out."
At this point Krugg began to chuckle, his face painted half blue contorted in an orky snicker.
"Not anymore" he said hefting his huge dual barreled rocket tube.
"I had da boyz collapse da udder hallz so da tanks hada come dis way, derez some idden splosives up the corridur a wayz, we blow em wen da knz come dis way and den we get ta work."
Warklaw nodded his big head. He liked it, sneaky, cunning, the umiez wouldn't know what hit em. He turned to Grimjaw.
"Wen da umiez come youz take care of da squishiez and leeve da kanz ta me and Krugg, dat goez fer you too Rambork. Wez doin dis right."
The two nobz nodded and the mobs split up to hide in different side corridors of the shadowy, narrow hallway. In a few minutes the rumbling and cranking of tracks could be heard, the first tank came into view, a leeman russ, no doubt hoping to bail out the umiez on the other side. Warklaw and the others shrank into the shadows as the tanks passed. Warklaw could see a few of their officers in their cupolas, their eyes darting around looking to the shadows, oviously not liking the enclosed nature of the hulk. Warklaw saw Rambork heft the detonator for the explosives at the end of the hall. He smiled as the plunger was forced down and the explosion ruptured the peace of the coridor. Warklaw didnt see the tank at the head of the convoy get blown into the wall of the corridor, coming to a rest perpindicular to the advance.
What followed next was carnage and delight for the orks....
At once all came out of their hiding, the kommandos spraying any human in the open as the stormboyz finished them off in close combat. To the imperial's credit, a few tanks reacted quickly, beginning to spray the boyz with stubber and bolter fire felling many of his boyz but it was too little too late. Warklaw himself sprang from the shadows, going for the second tank in the convoy with his klaw and ripping into its side armor, bellowing loudly as he ripped the crew out and slaughtered them, sparks flying. Rockets spiralled, exploded, men and orks died, bombsquigs detonated eagerly against the sides of tanks, eplosions rocked the hallway violently, it seemed like enitre galaxies were errupting in that one corridor it was so bright and loud. Men screamed and died in confusion and heat and sound and fury.
In less than two minutes the ten tanks of the convoy were either dead or disabled and most of the orks sat around laughing at the slaughter. Warklaw surveyed the damage and smiled, there wouldn't be any umie tanks comin this way again any time soon.
In another minute Rambork had the orkz moving out sating that the umiez would probably send reinforcements when they heard about this but he laughed as him and his boyz set a few surprises for any umiez that came snoopin.
"Less go see if dem umiez got any bigger fights fer us boyz." Warklaw said as he moved away.
2011/04/09 23:02:08
Subject: Re:Space Hulk - join while you still can!
The herald was smashing into the green and tan mess like a truck into a jell-o factory. The lines of the battle were altered due to his presence, and because of this, the Orks began to run. The humans, however, were much more hesitant. At first.
When the war hounds hit Platoon 9, the screams were heard for half a click in all directions. Platoon 10 suffered the same fate, only worsened by the Commisar egging them on to fight the thrice damned dogs. His head made an excellent addition to the Skull Throne. Platoon 7 ran. This was their first mistake. With the hounds happily eating their new toys, the Bloodcrushers began the hunt. The hooves against the metal made a sound that can only be described as the sound that Khorne makes when screaming. With Platoon 7 almost into their vehicles safley, the Bloodcrushers were upon them. The Herald rode his juggernaut onto the top of a Chimera, and hopped off of his mount. Jumping down the hatch, the deamon took pleasure in painting the walls of the vehicle red.
Then the pounding again. The pounding was getting closer, and the sound of the mighty axe was more and more intense. He would find the Unbound. He would ride alongside his god's chosen. It would be glorious.
Every Normal Man Must Be Tempted At Times To Spit On His Hands, Hoist That Black Flag, And Begin Slitting Throats.
@Darko: it could be neither of us. There are more landings of the Ousians along the ship.
"Hold the line, Vrek it!" Charkos cursed, dragging a running trooper back to the line. "Shoot like you mean it!"
Charkos brought his lasgun up to his shoulder and raked the area in front of him with las. Together with the combined fire of the other Ousians, swathes of orks fell down. Trooper Kinel flew back, his head dissapeared in a red mist. Not caring about the blood on his face, not all his, he kept firing his weapon like it was the only thing he knew to do.
"That' it, lads!" Major Mortensen yelled. "Shoot those savages to pieces."
"Sir, we need reinforcements!" Charkos yelled. "I don't know how long we'll hold out."
"The tanks will be here in a minute, Charkos. Hold out at all costs."
"It could be too late in a minute!" Charkos spat.
"Have some faith boyo!" the Major reasured. "Saint Ousiana will look after us."
"Vrek it." Charkos muttered.
He guessed they could hold out, as long as they kept the orks out of close combat distance. And, reckoning how good they were doing, things appeared in the favor of the Ousians.
"Help!" He could hear a voice calling out in a strange accent.
"Please, I have important news!"
Charkos curiousity got the better of him, and rushed to support the man. The man wore a brown leather jumpsuit, and looked like he was a tanker.
"Emperor's teeth! The orks overrun our tank company!" The wounded man rasped. "They are all dead! The tanks are gone!"
Charkos couldn't believe his ears, gone he said? This would be a serious set back, not only for morale, but also for the remainder of the battle.
The tanker retched, and died in Charkos' arms.
"Vrek!" Charkos cursed. "Major, did you hear this?"
"Yes boyo," the major answered, he stood next to Charkos. "We need to call new reinforcements."
"Vox!" Charkos ordered.
A man carrying a large vox set lopped his way.
"Sir!" The opperator saluted.
"Give me HQ!" The Major ordered.
already sensing it, the operator keyed the numbers, and gave the horn to the major.
"This is the 31st Riverine. Requesting immediate aerial support on coordinates Alpha 4599 Beta, repeat, Alpha 4599 Beta. "The orks destroyed our tank support, and that means there are orks behind us. Shoot on sight, then fly over to the main line and strafe those suckers! Over." He threw the horn back and started firing his lasgun again.
Flight lieutenant McHellster banked his Lightning aircraft to the right, his airial wing behind him. Two Marauder bombers, escorted by three lightning fighters flew inside the cavernous hold of the hulk.
"I see sneaky basterds to my right." A Marauder pilot said. "Going in for the kill."
A large mob of orks, wearing crude green berets from what McHellster could see, were stealthily making their may across the rubble.
Marauder bomber One flew overhead, and unleashed his payload unto the green hatted bogies. numerous explosives went off, and, trusting Imperial Weaponry, those orks were dead. The auspex didn't read them anymore, but it could read small numbers of orks still roaming around.
"Douglass, Laughlin, you two hunt down the last of them. I'm taking tha marauders to the main line. Over" McHellster voxed through the link.
An acknowleding klick later, the two Lightnings flew off, while Mchellster's and the two Marauders kept their course.
Quickly clearing the distance, McHellster's wing reached the main lines.
"Marauder craft, focuss on the horde. The flight Lieutenant said. "I'll go after those ramshakle vehicles!"
Dropping altitude, McHellster was pressed aginst his seat. He pulled up after he fired a pair of las beams with his lascannon. A large tank, resembling a Rhino in a past life with a large cannon mounted atop, exploded in the middle of the horde, taking dozens of orks with it in a giant fireball.
The Marauders raked up an impressive killcount as well. They were unloading all their expolsives in the horde, and several moments later, large gaps were created by the explosions in the orks's midst.
"And this is just the beginning." McHellster swore.
Darkvoidof40k wrote:So do I, Wizard. And maybe you will find your new retinue member, eh?
Ooc: Don't worry darko, I've been planning what I want to do with each of my retinue members. In fact a few of the names are to remind me of their purpose in future role-play, but since my creative writing for school is often quite bloody I like to kill off characters (often in slightly comic, ironic and gruesome ways) . I mean its not like I'll run out at any point is it?
Anyway, on with the RP!
--------Bic---------
Marcus strolled up to the field command center. The place was in pandemonium. Men were shouting all over the place. Several times aides and young ensigns laden with papers, data slates and charts as well as trays carrying mugs of hot caffeine bumped into the inquisitor, only having time to mumble 'sorry' then carry on.
The center of the large tent was a wide open space with a holographic 3D map of the surrounding area. It had amazing detail down to smoke columns and craters, Marcus was sure if you looked close enough you could see individual men and even bullet holes in walls. It was surrounded by five men of holding varying ranks of senior office and various uniforms of regiment and detachment. Marcus approached the table to get a look at what was going on. None of the officers noticed him until he was beside them, each had a single man vox link in one of their ears and only two of the officers seemed to be talking to one another.
Marcus coughed "gentlemen, may I asked what is taking place at this time?"
The officers jumped as they only just noticed him then went back to their duties, leaving the nearest officer to explain. The man saluted as he spotted the inquisitorial signal on Marcus' armour then began with an introduction.
"Flight commander Zhakov of the 38th Reth Air Corps, acting officer in charge of the air borne detachment in this operation. As you can see things are a bit hectic but I've got a break for a second due to the fly boys refit and refueling. How can I help you?"
"Acting officer in charge?" Marcus asked quizzically.
"Normally I'd be in the air blasting some xenos in my thunderbolt but our OiC's lander was taken out by ork air defenses. I blame myself as I was a leader of one of the fighter teams on areal sweeps of the area looking of AA. Those orks are smarter than we give them credit for." Zhakov sighed "I've already been given quite a bit of grief by soldiers who lost friends to flak but you just have to keep going and get all the buggers next time, you know? Life goes on..."
"Charming as it is Commander I'm not interested in your grief, I want a situation update."
"Who doesn't? You see the Colonel there, the lieutenant there and that officer there; well they're all being hassled by command for a sitrep, but their all too busy trying to keep this front together!"
"I'm not asking for a detailed report of progress I just want an idea of what in the warp if happening you got it?" Marcus was getting frustrated by this guy.
"Certainly sir" Zhakov seemed to pick up on Marcus' feelings as well "well the line here is stretched thin, as of now the 21st and 23rd Ousians, 3rd Reth drop troops and 8th Perciprian Dragoons are all engaged, 9th and 10th Perciprian Dragoons are landing and moving to reinforce as of now. 13th Hikkian armoured landed and started to move to aid both this front and the front to the west, multiple columns, company strength, are moving to assist though interference is high on the vox so we have no ETA. We may have breached the orks principle line of defense but there are not only pockets of resistance but also a huge counter attack hitting our lines. If we keep getting hit from both behind and the front we'll have to fall back to here where we'll have to hold them or be whipped out. There no fall back for this one sir."
"And your men?"
"Flying sorties for both fronts at the moment; we've encountered light AA and a few fighter craft but nothing strong. The navy is moving closed to reinforce the air forces but the blasted hulk to ship fire is taking a toll and no carrier is getting close enough to allow navy craft to aid in air support." Zhakov suddenly moved to look at the map, "I'm sorry sir but my boys are back in the air and they need me."
Marcus waved his thanks before looking at the map. Areas of imperial control were shown in green while Ork held territory was in red. If the data was accurate, which was unlikely, the orks held several large pockets of land on the eastern front while pushing heavily from the north. The western front seemed to be doing better, gaining more land and having generally less trouble than the east.
Suddenly over by the vox station a commotion started. Quickly a ensign ran up to the table map and handed the man known to Marcus as the Colonel a data slate before turning to go. Marcus grabbed him on he shoulder and asked what was happening.
"Hikkian 8th armoured company sir, their gone sir, all gone..."
WARORK93 wrote: (Thats done it, YOU HAVE ANGERED THE GM!!! WE MUST APPEASE HIS HOLINESS WITH A VIRGIN SACRIFICE!!!.................
..............that rules out a lot of us here...... )
(*Looks around, sighs, stands up, and leaves room.) Sawbones watched the unfolding battles erupting throughout the Hulk on an array of different pict-screens he had over the centuries rigged up to survey the entire craft with his characteristic lack of emotion. Behind him, a green light filled the otherwise dark chamber, indicating that his Flayed ones that he had sent out to scout his enemies. He had underestimated them, and because of that his warriors had paid the price. Sawbones didn't care about them, not in the slightest, but it did mean that at least some of them were aware of the Necrons presence and he was sure that the message would be relayed through the various factions quickly. Sawbones weighed up his options. On the one hand (or claw, as it were), he didn't have the power to claim overall victory, especially not against the colossal Ork horde. On the other, stealth wasn't an option anymore, and if he acted now he would still have the element of surprise. It seemed to the Necron lord that he didn't really have much choice. Throughout the Hulk, as the battles raged up and down the corridors between the forces of the Imperium and their enemies, shadows stirred. Steel heads snapped to attention simultaneously, and claws that hadn't moved in millennia flexed in preparation for the coming slaughter. Sawbones rose to his full height, and as some Flayed ones moved in behind him as a makeshift bodyguard he stalked towards the exit of the room which he had confined himself to for countless years. Once again, the Necrons were going to war.
(Yeah, it's short, but I have to dash because I'm going to my uncles wedding. I'm getting a new half-cousin it would appear. Whether that's a good thing still remains to be seen).
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2011/04/10 22:24:52
Subject: Re:Space Hulk - join while you still can!
Warklaw stood up, that was the second time in a day he'd been knocked over, two times too many. He surveyed the immediate area around him, next to him was his faithful Izzy, dazed but undamaged. All around him were little orky bits and craters in the floor plate. His boyz had been crossing a rather open area and had been hit from above by some umie birds. Warklaw roared in anger, those humans had pissed him off, and just the fact that he couldn't jump up and slash those birds out of the sky was enough to piss him off.
Soon, the survivors of the strike had gathered themselves, Rambork and his boyz had suffered a few casualties as had Krugg's lootas. But the real loss was that none of Grimjaw's boyz had made it out of that one. Warklaw sniffed, he didn't really care that his boyz had died, there were a hundred of em for every umie on this ship, he was just irked that his boyz had been killed without a proper fight. Warklaw put Grimjaw and hsi stormboyz from his mind and called for Krugg's radio, he found the channel his second was on with his meaty fingers and grunted into the receiver.
"You see dose umie birdz up dere?" He asked.
"Yeh boss, dey jus trew ower boyz fer a loop, me thinks dey mite try sumthin soon."
"Youz roused up da boyz yet?"
"Yeh boss, deyz comin in from all ofer da hulk now, dis is turnin out to be wun big pardee" Warklaw's second said with relish.
"Ol Gutkrunch jus brought up da big gunz and da rockets, dem birds do anuther fly by, we'll blow em away." He added.
"Dats guud, go ahead and get da flyboyz up dere, I'm sure dey'll wanna a piece of dem umie birds." Warklaw responded. There was a harsh laugh and then a response.
"You know dat Buzzdakka, he'd know a guud dogfight fer at least tree sysdems, luuk up boss, ya might be sarprised."
Warklaw dropped the radio and looked off to the south, he laughed hysterically as the shadows of nine red painted orky fighta bommaz zoomed over at breakneck speed in the cavernous airspace of the hulk.
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Up in the sky, Nob Buzzdakka of Warklaw's flyboyz was flying his bird "Da Red Baren" in a loose V formation with the other eight birds of his wing. Ahead he saw a group of three umie fightas and two of the bigger bombers. Buzzdakka smiled showing his tusks and tilting his flightcap back so he could see the controls. Down below he also knew the boss' boyz were slugging it out with the umiez. He laughed as he saw the explosion plumes that Gutkrunch's big kannons were beginning to stir up, if the umiez had any idea of pushing the advantage the air attack had done, it was quashed now as the huge calibre shells began raining down on their heads in an unending bombardment.
"Aight boyz, we duz dis fast and ard, me an Skaggrippa'll take dem birdz an Bork'll strafe da umie linez. LEs show dem squishies dat dis is ork air!" Buzzdakka said over the vox
Loud battlecries were exchanged as the ork fighters split up.
Buzzdakka's boyz came in fast, taking a pass at the marauders. Before the lightnings could acquire any of them, the fighterz had cut one Marauder out of the sky and wounded the other. The lightnings reacted quickly and in very short order two of Buzzdakka's birdz were blown out of the sky. Buzzdakka roared in anger, he wasn't about to have that.
He saw in his canopy below him a lightning lining up his wingman and blowing his right wing off, sending the ork into a spiral of smoke and sparks. Buzzdakka roared maniacally as he put his airframe's build to the limit with a high G turn meant to collide with the lightining. Buzzdakka grinned wildly as he saw the human pilot looke up, fear etched in his eyes. Buzzdakka's prow was made in orky fashion, heavily armored and in the spirit of orkiness, had two huge blades sticking out of it as if they were giant bayonets.
They were quickly show to be just that as Buzzdakka dove headlong and the two birds collided. In a fiery explosion filled with shrapnel and oil, "Da Red Baren" cut cleanly through the lightning and its pilot.Buzzdakka laughed throatily as he pulled his bird into a reckless spin. The charge had completely taken the imperials off guard and was not only the most insane thing any of them had ever seen but was also terrifying because it had actually worked.
Buzzdakka watched the lightnings and the wounded marauder turn and run. Oh he wasn't done, not by a long shot, while the remainder of his boyz harassed the lightnings, Buzzdakka steered his bird under the Marauder.
It was then that he pulled the most insane thing any ork or human had ever seen. Buzzdakka triggered his bird's take off rockets and with a throaty WAAAAAGH!!!! He drove his plane straight for the wounded bomber, the ball turret saw this and quickly turned his guns on Buzzdakka who felt the impacts and returned fire from his two massive autocannons attatched to his wing, Buzzdakka rammed his bird at sonic speed into the Marauder's belly...
The Marauder was cut cleanly in two as before and as the ork fighter passed through it, its wings were ripped from it and Buzzdakka jumped out of the boken canopy, bleeding and laughing heartily as he watched the maruader spiral downwards in two pieces. His parachute would certainly take him into the wrath of the enemy guns but he didn't care, he'd taken quite a few umiez with him.
He watched as the other wing he had sent strafed the umie line, anyone not in some decent cover was blown to pieces, cut down, burned alive, or a combination of the three.
Buzzdakka cheered them on, he knew his boyz would be strafing da umiez until they ran out of bullets.........and even after that they had one more good pass left in em.
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Along the orky line, the green boyz of Warklaw's WAAGH were answering the call, more and more orks from all over the hulk were poring into the fight and very soon their fire, along with the bigger guns' were bombarding the humans' positions along a kilometers long line, hemming their forces in. Charges were made, many boyz being cut down in the exchange but their commanders sdidn't care, they were madly looking for a weakness, a way into the umie line so they could close with em for some choppin. The humans had awoken a sleeping beast and now every sort of ork and grot were puring out of the depths of the hulk to welcome them with choppas held high.
From afar, Warklaw smiled as he looked out at the war he humans had brought from a balcony several floors above. His WAAGH was in full swing, it shouldn't be long before the other factions aboard the hulk answered the call, surely the chaos boyz would show, maybe the nids aboard, perhaps even the skeleton boyz would show their shadow faces.
Warklaw watched the tracers and the blooms of explosions from his position above everything else and smiled, it'd been a very long time indeed since a war on this scale had been fought here.
Somewhere, doing somthing, of very little intrest for others!
Darkvoidof40k wrote:Oh, hello! I can not WAIT to get my teeth (or rather, literary skills) stuck into this one! No more playing, it is EVEEEEEENT TIME!
I don't think any of you will know what to expect, and quite frankly, neither do I!* That's just going to make it even more fun.. bwahaha.
*Actually, I have quite a few ideas that will be very interesting. Will we even see our first player death? Who knows..
OOC:What noo (as in player death)! BIC: The Paladin's incereator set light to the hallway under psyhic flames,the Necrons could not escape the were trapped, only one flayed one was out of the flames, it was only to get by Glaudian's wristmounted Stormbolter which ruptered it thick metal skin and leaving all its vital organs showing. It stumbled back, not in fear but ready to make its attack. It tripped over the Paladin and into the flames. It conquently burnt up in flames.
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Darkvoidof40k wrote:Oh, hello! I can not WAIT to get my teeth (or rather, literary skills) stuck into this one! No more playing, it is EVEEEEEENT TIME!
I don't think any of you will know what to expect, and quite frankly, neither do I!* That's just going to make it even more fun.. bwahaha.
*Actually, I have quite a few ideas that will be very interesting. Will we even see our first player death? Who knows..
What noo!
Don't worry, I'll only kill someone if I feel evil (and they can make a new character if they really want..); usually I'm very easy on players in my roleplay.. but that needs to change . Unlike Mordoskul, however, I'll devote much more than just a paragraph to the deaths of any characters and they will go out a most epic fashion.
Scrazz, things are looking quite bad for your lot at the moment. Ye gets me?
Mwahaha, I'm already thinking of ways I can make this brutal, bloody, and thoroughly enjoyable! I think one of the most enjoyable parts of any event is when your own character gets beaten up . Because all you want to know is how badly he gets beaten up . /stops self from pointless sentence.
Anyway, I've hinted at enough. My last bit of advice: expect apocalypse! And bring your popcorn..
Somewhere, doing somthing, of very little intrest for others!
Darkvoidof40k wrote:
Arken Vul'tan01 wrote:
Darkvoidof40k wrote:Oh, hello! I can not WAIT to get my teeth (or rather, literary skills) stuck into this one! No more playing, it is EVEEEEEENT TIME!
I don't think any of you will know what to expect, and quite frankly, neither do I!* That's just going to make it even more fun.. bwahaha.
*Actually, I have quite a few ideas that will be very interesting. Will we even see our first player death? Who knows..
What noo!
Don't worry, I'll only kill someone if I feel evil (and they can make a new character if they really want..); usually I'm very easy on players in my roleplay.. but that needs to change . Unlike Mordoskul, however, I'll devote much more than just a paragraph to the deaths of any characters and they will go out a most epic fashion.
Scrazz, things are looking quite bad for your lot at the moment. Ye gets me?
Mwahaha, I'm already thinking of ways I can make this brutal, bloody, and thoroughly enjoyable! I think one of the most enjoyable parts of any event is when your own character gets beaten up . Because all you want to know is how badly he gets beaten up . /stops self from pointless sentence.
Anyway, I've hinted at enough. My last bit of advice: expect apocalypse! And bring your popcorn..
Also, Wizard, is Marcus' sword a Power sword, Force sword, or standard 'whack-em-repeatedly' sword? I must know! The fate of entire paragraphs may rest upon this!
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. That never ends well and usually results in no event at all, or a mediocre event at best 
For the Dragon and the Forefather 
My DOW based RPG! 
. Unlike Mordoskul, however, I'll devote much more than just a paragraph to the deaths of any characters and they will go out a most epic fashion.
