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OOC: So a possible Grey Knight strike cruiser, HA what does that have on it, 50 guys in total, LOLZ well anyway that will be hard but not immpossible!

Err. so not grey knight then, cos that'd be silver. Could it be chaos of some type? Or, sisters of battle?

OOC: If it is the SoB, then it's a good thing their are no PoW tactic favoring Slaaneshi worshippers around.. if you know what I mean. -shudder-

Anyways. There will be Grey Knights. Lots of 'em. Fear us.

Anyways(2).

Ponder upon the word of 'bananawaffle' and rethink your life, chaos scum.

Darkvoidof40k wrote:OOC:

Ponder upon the word of 'bananawaffle' and rethink your life, chaos scum.

ooc : thats what she said >.>

anyway greyknights are just overpriced marines

Kharnflakes wrote:

Darkvoidof40k wrote:OOC:

Ponder upon the word of 'bananawaffle' and rethink your life, chaos scum.

ooc : thats what she said >.>

anyway greyknights are just overpriced marines

You think pts cost matter in RPG's? You're dead mate.

And... I didn't get the use of 'that's what she said' there.

Usually it's only funny if you can turn something that is completely normal into a sex joke, but there you go.

Now, back to all things chaosy...


Also,

Ferrius Dark

OOC: that certainly is true, and considering that there are going to be gray knights it seems to me that the Thousand son legion is going to have the highest problem, well how many main Cities are there on this planet? Just wondering Dark.

OOC: Ehhhhhhhhhh.... I'll do something to expand the planet info a bit later.. maybe this weekend..

*cries bitterly*

Dumb grey knights muscling in *sob*

ooc *comforts ghosty there there dont worry they die easy enough *

OOC: Am I able to join in??

Darkvoidof40k wrote:OOC: Ehhhhhhhhhh.... I'll do something to expand the planet info a bit later.. maybe this weekend..

Awesome thanks just was wondering if the chaos forces should be focusing on one single target or multiple targets to help weaken the host planet's defenses. So the more info would provide those answers and would be great.

Demonslayer82 wrote:OOC: Am I able to join in??

ditto, wouldnt mind being a guardsmen under command of nikev

OOC:
@u2

that'd be yes x2.

Just get one of the character profiles in the OP, remove the added information and replace it with your own.

Edit:Murray, your ultramarine crawled into a hole and died, and was eaten by zombies. He then became a spehss zombehh mahreen and ate uvver peoples brains whos was eatings hims at sames times lawls.

Murray wrote:...wouldnt mind being a guardsmen...

THIS MAN WANTS TO DIE

:( Guardsmen have feelings too...

i just like the perspective of the guys actually doing the hard yakka not the general puppeteers.

Murray wrote:Name: Arahgaz
Rank: Imperial Guardsmen Veteran
Legion/warband: 501st Infantry Regiment of Korrephalia
Wargear: Standard Issue wargear, has a hotshot lasgun (found in battleground)
Age: 23
Appearance: Yound, clean shaven, fit and athletic, black hair with a distinctive claw like scar across the left side of the face
Background: Arahgaz was the usual yound kid, wanting to fight for freedom and to protect his family, Arahgaz has lived in the 501st regiment of Korrephalia for 2 years and has become acustom to daily routine, parades and marching. Of course, when the first signs of chaos appeared, his regiment fought in the thickest, heavy casualties followed. Now, as the regiment only comprises of a small platoon Arahgaz has been living in the city doing daily shifts on the frontline and on multiple occasions should of been killed outright but in some fluke he continues to survive as his mates now dub him "Wildcard". Now his interest has followed otherwise as he secretly spies on the master commanders of Korrephalia, hoping for a chance to prove himself.
tell me what ya think

fixed it up a little, once again tell me what ya think

Ehh... I was about to grumble when I realized I hadn't stated whether there had or had not been previous attacks. meeeeh.

oh yah :editfails: it's good. You're in, just find a suitable non-start-something-big entry point.

Ikros crouched low, concealing himself in the tall swaying grass. Below him lay a major Imperial communicae center, linked to the entire planets vox-nets. Capturing it and putting it to his own purpose's would be instrumental to his overall plan. Turning to glance at the warband of 50 marines (the other 50 had stayed at the landing site with Amand), and motioned for one of them to attend him. The Marine crawled over, giving a light salute as he neared.
"Brother Sakea, have we been detected yet?" asked the chaos lord, voice devoid of emotion.
"Ay my lord, our stealth feild has worked as expected-we are nothing more than a blind spot on their sensors." replies Sakea, grinning widely. Ikros nodded, before turning to the rest of the fallen astartes.
"No prisoners. Bring back any prisoners and I'll have them-and you-shot." Ikros instructed severely, discounting the low murmur of discontent. "On my signal, we attack. Fire until you can see the white's of their eyes. Three, two-"
No sooner had he said two, then a smalk ammo dump outside the installation exploded in a collossal ball of flame, scattering guardsmen and sending them into a panic. A harsh voice swept down into the clearing-"BLOOD FOR THE BLOOD GOD!!!". A tide of blood-red clad warriors flood down towards the center, wooping and cahjooling as they hacked and chopped at the pitiful humans.
Ikros and his band could only watch in aghast horror as the forces of Tobias Kent run rampant over their carefully laid plans.

Henry stared in horror as they came under attack. Jim prodded him and said, "ey mate what's that? In the grasses? 'Cause I sure as hell don't remember blue grass being there before our lunch break..."
Henry grabbed his binoculars and peered. Sure enough there was something there. If it was allies, then they'd be helping by now, and why'd they even be hiding anyway?

"Jim, it's more of 'em. Tell the gunners!"
"Don't have to tell me twice!" Jim said, as he ran down the steps of the watchtower, and into the parade ground, where several tanks were arrayed.
"Artillary! Aim for the fields! There's more of those gakkers! Blast 'em! Blast 'em to hell!" He shouted.
One of the crew nodded at him and gave him the thumbs up, and the two men began loading their vehicles' earthshaker cannon.
He opened his mouth and covered his ears, staggering back as the earth shock with energy as the massive shell was lobbed high over the defenses.
A massive explosion could be heard from the fields of high grass, and soon the other crews got the idea. Soon, all six of the tanks were loaded, and all waited for the command to open up in a mass bombardment as a full platoon of men ran into the area, throwing up sandbags and getting into firing positions. Lasguns, bolt pistols, heavy bolters and lascannons all aimed at the massive twenty foot reinforced ceramite doors. The killing zone was ready, and additional guardsmen were filing out in an 'orderly' fashion. In the outer courtyard, fighting, dying and chainswords could be heard, along with viscious chain weapons revving. A nearby guardsman gulbed, but Jim felt confident. "Not this day" He mumbled as he raised his lasgun, standing on the sidelines. "Not this day!" he said a little louder. "Not this day. Not this day. Not. This. Day!" Soon the chant picked up. A bewildered commissar at the heart of the force stood confused, looking like someone who's just been put out of a job. But Jim knew he'd be needed when they broke through. Only madmen or psycho's would try to take this place with those numbers. Unfortunately, the enemies outside were both of these things and more besides. But the war chant was so loud now it roared over the din of battle outside the inner doors. But this was drowned out intern as somewhere at the back someone yelled, "FIRE!" and the basilisks let loose. Six very powerful shells were flung over the walls, and into the fields. Surely nothing could, or would, survive that explosion when it came. Almost at the same time, a thump came from the other side of the door, and the defenders knew this was it.

Ikros raised himself up from the grass as the first blasts hit home, slaying seven of his brothers. Looks like their was going to be some action after all. Drawing his power sword and seconary combat sword, Ikros charged towards the base with his fellow legionarres yapping at his heels.
It took a little under 30 seconds for the marines to reach the base, and even for followers of chaos the slaughter they enacted was shockingly brutal. Pirouetting in a neat arc and swinging his blades as he had been tought all those millenia ago, Ikros dcapitated five guardsmen in short succesion. Smashing another's face in with a quick blow from his elbow, the Chaos lord breifly looked round to see his brothers gunning down the foe mercilesly at point blank range. Turning to see a berserker of Khorne rushing towards hinm axe raised, Ikros nonchalontly drove his power weapon into it's chest before cleanly removing it's head with a second blow.
Feeling a lasgun shot patter harmlessly off his power armour, the Alpha legionarre flicked his head round to see an Imperial dog charging towards him with sme pathetic battlecry upon his lips, before stopping and staring at his foe with total and utter fear upon his face. Ikros cocked his head inquisitively to the side before kicking him square on in the chest, shattering his ribcage and puncturing his organs. The man coughed up blood and the remnants of his lungs as he collapsed to the ground and died.
An axe swung towards the back of Ikros' head, and he let it get withing a few centimetres before spinning around and deflecting the strike. Landing a vicous headbutt on the foe, Ikros moved his sword into a scissor-like pose around the enemies neck. Smiling, the scion of Alpharius asked a single question.
"Tobias Kent I presume?"

Nikev paced back and forth between the officers who had gathered at the meeting he had called. "Now, to begin I'd like to say good morning to you all" they all replied with good mornings. "As you know this world is under attack by multiple Enemies of the Imperium. Now the Captain has come to me and has addressed me that our Governor wishes not to attack, but rather to sit back and 'plan' while the enemy ravages our homeland! I don't know about you but that most certainly does not sit well with me at all! The Captain plans on leading a force to drive the archenemy off of our planet and save her people, Me and mine plan on assisting him all the way. We need your help though, we cannot hope to win this battle without the support of the various regiments and soldiers of the Imperium that reside here." "But Nikev" Interrupted Langstal" We have strict orders not to engage until our planetary Governor gives the word" "Yes, I know" Nikev replied "But you do realize that that strategy leaves our people that we are sworn to protect in the God-Emperor's Name to die horrific deaths as the Governor makes it safe for himself. Think not of the Families that are being destroyed Right NOW! What do you think is going through their minds? HMM? Cause I think they are wondering where is the Hammer of the Emperor to protect us from this Heresy! Damnit how do you think this will also affect morale? If we stay and wait, guardsmen families will be destroyed. What then will they fight for? They will feel lost and we will surely fall. Making a stand and taking it to the Archenemy will surely increase morale ten-fold and we can destroy them before they kill more innocent Imperial Citizens. Now I ask you, Will you fight alongside us?"

A few of the officers got up and left the room. After a moment two more officers got up to leave the room, pausing briefly, they sat back down.

"Thank you" Nikev said to the remaining officers " I will inform the Captain of who we have with us, I will vox you all with details about our movement when I can." With that Nikev left the room to tell the captain.

The valkyrie touched down amongst the writhing, seathing mass of tentacles, mutations and slime. A living, if you could describe the things that made it up with that word, tide of blue and purple colour. A pathway was cleared from the Valkyrie's rear hatch to the huge Daemon that stood, its tattered and dusty wings sagging uncharacteristically for a Greater Daemon, especially of Tzeentch. The Daemons were barely restrained they each clawed and snarled at the figure that had left the Valkyrie, who was walking through the cleared space up to the huge God made living. "I have held them back as long as I can! The Space Marine leader is already planning to attack you, great one" The Governor gave a slight bow of respect to the chicken thing he seemed to worship, then continued. "I also believe that most of the Imperial Guard generals will stand by him. Those that won't... well, I suggest we move quickly to falsify orders to eliminate them, before they also seek to fight against us. I have come to seek your great and undeniable wisdom, oh great one of the Changer of Ways. But, if I may," he added another bow here, "time is short. I am expected back soon... and if they suspect anything, my cover will be broken."




OOC: don't kill 'im, Ghosty, I know there's a part of you that wants to. But not to worry, all pawns have their time... be it spawndom or a bolt pistol to the back of the head, it matters not in Tzeentchs' impossible and unknowable plan... mwahahha! Urm, yes.. but I'm an "imperial" roleplayer... Hehehe.

Then the massive wall ahead exploded outward, sending shrapnal large enough to fell even a space marine, flying everywhere. A dozen marines, blue or red, went down. A chunk of rock smashed into the side of Ikros' head, and he was knocked over, dropping his power sword and it skidded out of sight... into the mass of confused traitor marines. Looking up, Ikros saw a small parade ground, with six dozen infantry squads, numerous heavy weapons teams and three basilisks all facing them. The basilisks' guns were smoking, and all aimed forwards, so that their shots would fire forward instead of up. Then they fired. And many more than a dozen chaos marines died this time, and valkyries could be heard in the distance...



edit #2.


awwwwwwwwwww noes! my edit died!
brief of what I wrote:
NO more big fight scene starting like Ikros did, because it's moving too fast for now, and I need to make the maps and stuff.. and I shoulda done it in the OP yadda yadda yadda. My bad. I sounded more apolagetic in the other one lawl.

If there is to be fighting before I make the map, then it'll because I started it.. is that 'kay with everyone for now? We'll just wrap this fight up and we'll all be happy!

OOC: .......EPIC.......
Damned Traitor Governor!

OOC:
You.. you didn't see it coming? What kinda general holds back his entire army against an isolated force?!?

Also, 30,000 guardsmen... that really isn't much :/

It's anywhere between 30 and 6 regiments of IG lol!

Or maybe it is enough...

EDIT: Wait... oh noes... it is enough. I was getting platoon/company commanders mixed up with regimental commanders and if NIkev was rallying entire regiments to follow the good captain Tarvan. Oh noes for chaos. So no, it's alright.

OOC: Actually no....I didn't see it......But I wanna be the one to pull the bolt pistols Trigger >:-O on that cursed heathen!

Commissar NIkev wrote:OOC: Actually no....I didn't see it......But I wanna be the one to pull the bolt pistols Trigger >:-O on that cursed heathen!

Nah you'll be too busy...

OOC: Me sorry .

Hehe. TBH I think making him into a pile of tentacles would be more fun.

IC: Gra'ksirra smiled to himself; they were just pawns in a massive game of intrigue. Smiling openly, his enormous head lowered itself to the governor’s level, and whispered something indecipherable in his ear. The short, portly man seemed to stiffen, and then a grotesque smile spread across his face.

"Yes my lord that would be a most satisfactory reward for my allegiance."

The man turned and strode back to his Valkyrie.

Gra'ksirra hobbled through the now ever changing landscape of his base of operations. A gargantum mouth opened nearby, and yawned lazily. To his left, an atrophied arm lifted itself up from the pile of tentacles it was nested in, and waved at the Valkyrie as it passed. The lord of change carried on moving until he reached what had used to be the administration building. Smiling at its altered shape, he stepped through the toothed archway into the cool, wet darkness within. He got to the centre of the cavernous interior, and waited.

“Greetingssss old friend” A mysterious voice echoed from within.

“Gra’ksirra smiled and replied “Greetings, my enigmatic friend. Who are you impersonating today?”

A bloodthirster of khorne stepped into the light, its huge musculature rippling with barely controlled rage. This snarling visage snorted, foul steam billowing from its nostrils. But then, then it seemed to decompress, shrink, change…. Its wings seemed to meld into a cloak, its horns and fangs into tentacles… Its great axe into a small staff. The changeling stood there in its horror form and bowed.

“What brings you to thisss planet Gra’ksirra? And why do you want to see me?”

The lord of change smiled, and began to fill his master plan in to the changeling.

ooc little please dont use my character or his troops in your posts.

edit im going to ignore that post