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Scrazza wrote:

Spoiler:

Is it something about Martelius?

I'm going to include every character in this event anyway.. so.. that is unlikely..

Hmmm, so many options, so....little time to care about them

*sits patiently, waiting for the event*

How would you guys prefer it, one massive, uber-long event or have it in tantalizingly tension-mounting sections?

Needless to say, the former will take much longer than the latter.. and I do so love to see peoples' reactions to each individual section of writing..

Hmm, one big part would relieve a lot of the tension in one go... Maybe chop it up into sizeable chunks?

Scrazza wrote:Hmm, one big part would relieve a lot of the tension in one go... Maybe chop it up into sizeable chunks?

As per RZ&LWC then.. but bloodier! Ol' Tomb and Patrick should've been off'd in that one.. silly me for not doing it and letting the roleplay get derailed .

Oh, by the Emperor's nutsack, I've forgotten all about PMs! Hm, Scrazza, I appoint you as my official Lietenant-Adviser of Stuff! Should I bother with PMs with this one? If so, you'll be the one that has to explain this time.. it seems it is usually a hard concept for people to get their heads around .

Edit: Internet cookie for whoever spots the thread change first.

Hmm, I think it would work better without PM's. Takes all the hassle out of RPing

Things have ran smoothly without them so far, haven't they?

Scrazza wrote:Hmm, I think it would work better without PM's. Takes all the hassle out of RPing

Things have ran smoothly without them so far, haven't they?

That's because we've only had one event so far, and it wasn't even a player event .

Also, I ninja-edited you.

YAAY! Time for SLAUGHTER!

Arken Vul'tan01 wrote:YAAY! Time for SLAUGHTER!

Um, so yeah you'll either all die or come out of this all the better.

Oh and Scrazza, Ima throw in a lil' special somethin', just for you .

Me can haz mah supriez? yeey!

But I still think we should try without PMing. We could always swap tp PMing later.

Scrazza wrote:Me can haz mah supriez? yeey!

But I still think we should try without PMing. We could always swap tp PMing later.

Yeah, PMing will be too much hassle on my Netbook (going off to stay with Technophobic Grandad, you see). Only internet access = pub wireless connection .

Darkvoidof40k wrote:

Scrazza wrote:Me can haz mah supriez? yeey!

But I still think we should try without PMing. We could always swap tp PMing later.

Yeah, PMing will be too much hassle on my Netbook (going off to stay with Technophobic Grandad, you see). Only internet access = pub wireless connection .

I has proven meh point.

Event time!

Yay! Yay! Yay!

(Warklaw sez: MUST HAZ EVENT!!!!!!!!!!!!!

I eagerly anticipate whats gonna happen, I know it'll be really fun! )

Darkvoidof40k wrote: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!

I was thinking an ornate power sword, dressed in runes and prayers and stuff like that. I may come up with some dramatic name for it in the future.

I really should write some back story to it as I intend it to be of sentimental value to Marcus as well...

Are we allowed flashbacks? ( )

black smoke filled the hold, the flashing red light hardly visible because of the thickness. Tyr looked around, he couldn't see anything. He picked himself up off the floor, making sure his armour was undamaged.

"Anybody? are you OK?"

"Ahh, Brother, you are awake, that was a nasty hit you took, we have been waiting for you."

He felt the floor shake as the remaining two armoured forms hit the deck as they slipped out of their harnesses onto what had been the side wall.

"two of the scouts and the pilots didn't make it, the rest are outside, this craft is unrepairable, but we seem to be in soem form of hangerbay, we first thought it was a natural canyon but we discovered some shuttles still in their hanger-vault, it appears we are in the remains of an ancient craft, so old it has become one with the rock around it.

they exited the thunderhawk through a hole in the deckplate, they were at the end of a 50m furrow in the deck of the ship, bits off wing were spread about the deck and there was little pockets of light as the stormtroopers searched for a way out.

"Lord, we have found a passage out of this place. Some form off access tunnel"

OOC: Yes my computer fixed in time.

BIC: The marshal felt like he was going mad on the space hulk the screams of pain, the whispers and the constent sound of battle.

Suddenly the marshal head a voice going though his helmet, it was for a black templar ship.

"This is a transmission for all black templars." said a voice over com-link

"Yes. I am Mashal Feris night." replied Feris.

"By the emperor, we though we lost you sir." calmmer replied the voice.

"I will regroup with you later brothers first i will purge this ship of all signs of chaos." Ordered Feris

Glaudian looked puzzled "Why do you not want your brothers to join you in battle?"

Feris replied "I must purge it my self i have getting this far and i must continue."

the group of grey knights and Glaudian still were puzzled but still followed the hallways with the black templar.

The event will be delayed. 'Nuff said.

Darkvoidof40k wrote:The event will be delayed. 'Nuff said.

(NOOOOOOOOOOOOEEEEEEZZZZZZZ!!!!!!!111111111oneoneoneoneoneleveneleven

that makes me sad........)

I know, and I'm sorry. Event writing will more likely than not start in a few days, if we're unlucky then next week. I'm very busy at the minute, however I will try and get it done/at least partially this week, but whether or not I'll be able to get any done here - 200 miles away from home - is unknown, because I don't have the information I need on all the characters readily available.

I will try and start writing tomorrow if at all possible, but Friday/weekend seems like a more definite bet. We'll see.

are we allowed to continue RPing until then?

Scrazza wrote:are we allowed to continue RPing until then?

Darkvoidof40k wrote:

Scrazza wrote:are we allowed to continue RPing until then?

No
Why!!!

Ooc: I think darko means 'duh' with the finger wag orkmoticon. If he doesn't well tough...

Bic (flashback btw):

----- 6 years before the space hulk ------

Rain...

It was raining, it was always raining, in fact it hadn't stopped raining since Marcus and Felix had arrived on Paxx X-IIV. It drizzled, it showered, it thundered and it hammered but it was pretty much always raining.

Today it was Hammering down, visibility was poor, there was a thick fog shrouding the small mountain top town of Aquillus. It was also the day that the bombs started to fall...

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Paxx was a strange world; a freak of the imperium, the bastard child of the Mechanicum and the Ecclesiarchy. Half shrine world, half forge world, tensions between the two factions were high. People from the high mountains would argue their planet was sacred and that the manufactorums and towering smoke stacks of the forges are dishonoring St. Michael. The factory workers and tech priests on the plains argued that the people in the mountains were preventing them from doing their job and that the body of a dead man was no reason to reduce the production of tanks, guns and ammo for the imperium just so the area he was laid to rest in could remain 'pure'. Teetering on the edge of civil war, Felix decided to intervene. When Marcus asked why, he only got the cryptic response of "because civil unrest causes conflict, conflict causes confusion and because confusion causes chaos" .

But during the diplomatic meetings where Felix sought to make a compromise between the two factions, something strange happened. Suddenly, after what seemed to be progress, the Mechanicum ceased contact for seemingly no reason. Marcus knew something was up but he just wasn't sure what. Without warning the AdMech attacked the strongholds of the Ecclesiarchy at the foot of the Mountain range. While the Frateris Militia and Adepta Sororitas from a nearby convent fought tooth and nail they were no match to ranks of bionicly and genetically augmented soldiers, towering armoured siege engines crushed down walls of the cities and flatten cathedrals and monstrous walkers of unknown design cause havoc among the faithful...

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There was a loud crack, Marcus assumed it was thunder, but no. Within seconds of the sound shells came screaming down, smashing the small buildings of the town into brick dust and matchwood. Fire fought away the gloomy fog and rain as the blaze tore into the grey, wet atmosphere around it. Steam rose from the burning wreckage of what had been peoples homes. Look, there was the butcher which sold a particular tasty rack of spiced grox ribs. The aroma of burning meat filled the air, Marcus hoped, no prayer, it was the butcher shop and not the countless houses that surrounded him. Felix grabbed Marcus shouting "Come on boy!" as he dragged Marcus into the relative safety of a pub. A shell struck right outside the windows, blowing the door and windows in and sending a wave of flame searing through every hole in the wall.

Then as suddenly as the shelling had started, it stopped.

"Stay low" Felix growled "and don't shoot". Marcus looked at the suppressed bull-pup pattern auto-rifle he held under the heavy camo cloak he was wearing. The mountain people had been at war with the factory people for 3 days now and were losing drastically. Already they had been pushed back to the near top of the mountain range, at least the enemy couldn't use heavy siege engines up here.

Often Marcus wondered why they were fighting at all. If this was a fight between to fractions of the imperium then surely their job would be to stay impartial of the combat and judge the survivors for what ever crime against the imperium this counted as, but every time Marcus tried to get Felix to tell him something he'd simply get "I'll explain later" and then the subject would change.

Out of the mists came soldiers of the AdMech, or were they? Marcus had never had much interaction with the AdMech before so he didn't quite know but he was sure that Skitari wore red tunics and carried hellguns. There were some, roughly a squad sized number of them, but they were being led by a small band of men who wore nothing but tattered rags over their lower body and an iron face mask. Their upper body was corded with thick mussel and their fingers were long, wicked claws or razored talons or huge scissors. Marcus looked to Felix for comfort, Felix was smiling darkly.

The Skittari went around what remained of the houses, rounding up survivors and putting them in a line, Marcus breathed a sigh of relief that the pub was missed, though later he'd look at the building and see that from the outside it looked completely obliterated. After a while, a new man came along. He too was corded with mussel, but he had humanoid hands, though more arms than was usual, and didnt wear a face mask. Marcus couldn't see the mans face in the fog but one thing that disturbed him about the man was that he seemed to be floating.

Marcus caught a few bits of the conversation between the Skittari and the new man:
"...at's all" the officer of the Skittari would say.
"...shame, their not really worth my time" Marcus heard the Man reply.
"...what shall I do with them?" the officer asked
Although Marcus could not see the man's face he felt the man smile cruelly, "kill them"

Somewhere in the distance someone was calling out for the inquisitor. Slowly the called got louder, but no one seemed to notice. Suddenly, Marcus' world trembled and shook vigorously. He called out for Felix....

------ Present --------

"Inquisitor wake up!"

Marcus slowly awoke, "what is it?"

"We have to hurry, you must come and see this..."

o.O

What are you planning, Mr Inquisitor?

Also, I'm back! Tired off me bum, though. [edit - missed a capital letter )

We'll see if I can muster the mental energy to write something up later.. hmm.. my ideas have faded. Must. Remember. Ideas.

Darkvoidof40k wrote:o.O

What are you planning, Mr Inquisitor?

Oh you'll see, you'll see... [queue evil laugh]