The Pall of Abrantias XII. A 40K RPG

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**TheWildHost**

After slashing one of the bloodletters throats and throws him to the crowd. As he turns he sees one of his men(Felix) get his head ripped off by half a dozen bloodletters,"FELIX"after seeing that Barentar flys into a bloody rage.

**Tyranic Marta**

you feel you muscles ripple and change, you fight to control the canix helix even as you tear through the bloodletters, your fellow brothers cut throught the remainder and then converge on the belligerant marines, lasfire engulfs them and many fall as the guardsmen find their range and the commisar picks up the fallen wolves plasma pistol and punches the last marines throat out with an incandescent ball of energy from the weapon

**Tyranic Marta**

the cultists also fall in short order, all of the cultist marines and daemons are dead, but so are one of the astartes and over 20 guardsmen full told

**Snarky**

Fighting with the other guardsmen and Astartes, Serik attacks the wolves viciously with his power sword.

However, one of the wolves manage to bite down on Serik's left arm, breaking through the refractor field. The commissar hacks the wolves head off. Trying to stay on his feet to keep discipline with the remaining guardsmen, Serik gives out a cry of pain as he tries to lift his laspistol with his wounded arm.

However stilll able to use his right arm and his power sword, the Commissar stubbornly continues to fight in combat.

**TheWildHost**

Barentar walks over to Felix and picks up his freinds intrcintly carved power axe"I will carry this forever brother,"he says to the dead body.

**Tyranic Marta**

the group of fallen warriors are layed out in rows, grief surrounding all of them.

The iron priest moves over to the commissar, Serik, and gently takes the plasma pistol from his hand, he then offers to augment the arm with science

**Snarky**

Accepting that his left arm would be lost forever, Serik accepts cybernetic enhancements. Gazing at the remaining guardsmen, Serik decides to decorate Sergeant Kyll for his outstanding bravery and leadership during the conflict.

Taking the Honourificum Imperialis from his Jacket, he hands it over to the sergeant, while commending him in his bravery, despite massive casualties.

OOC: The decoration is my refractor field.

**Tyranic Marta**

(nice forgot he was just a searge)
The seargeant accepts the honour stoically and thanks the commissar, the iron priest shepards the guardsmen and astartes out of the room, taking the Commissar by the shoulder he pushes him slowly out of the corrupted hive and to saftey where he begins the surgury that would see Serik equipped with a powerfist with a built in hellfire bolter.

hours later Serik emerges the new cybernetic implants glowing on his fist with subdued light from the heat of thier melding, it had been painful but the Commissar had always known the Emperor was with him.

The men and astartes all group together planning their next move.

(Here i let you decide where you want to take the rp, where your characters decide to go.. and what they decide to do, is the first of many choices and descisions you will make.)

**TheWildHost**

"We need to find the rest of the chaos incursion and destroy it, there must be somthing bringing them here," Out of nowhere the captain and 2 other wolves appear
"Where is felix!" The captain barks
"Resting With our primarch,"Barentar tells him

**Tyranic Marta**

The captain lowers his head in a silent prayer to Russ and the Allfather

They join the discussions without anouther word about it, taking Felix's death stoically

**Snarky**

The Cybernetic arm whirred to life as Serik walked from the Surgery table. The work was flawless, the techpriests of Mars couldn't have done better.

Moving towards the Astartes that had gathered, Serik began to discuss the enemy. He had seen many of these traitor Astartes back on Vraks, they were unmistakably Alpha Legion.

"Those were Alpha Legion marines. I have fought them before, the warp spawn they summoned are just the first of many, I believe the best action would be to petition aid form the Ordo Malleus with one of his Emperor's inquisitors. This is my humble suggestion." Serik spoke directing to the Space Wolf leader.

**Tyranic Marta**

They will not come, this world is not valuable enough to the imperium, and to hard to get to, they are not like the wolves of fenris, they would me more akin to setting this world to the torch

**Snarky**

"Then for this, we require more men and by the Emperor, if I have to recruit every single man and woman into his Imperial service, then by the Emperor I will!"

Serik commandeers a nearby Centaur scout vehicle and orders the driver to the nearest Imperial base. He would raise a regiment to fight the Chaos incursion if he had to recruit every single soldier himself.

**Tyranic Marta**

The imperials inside the bunker snap to attention at the sight of a commissar. You look around the room slowly then with a rousing taunt you galvanise the imperial guard into action, from deep in the bunker comes the sound of several revving tank engines and three hellhound devildogs trundle into view on the street outside

**Snarky**

"At ease soldiers. Who's your Commanding Officer?" asks Serik.

**TheWildHost**

Barentar and the 8 other Wolves regroup, check their equipment, then Give their weapons much needed maitenence

**Tyranic Marta**

(Snarky) "We dont know sir, noone has been promoted for so long, the govenors here dont give a damn aboutus, but Nantis leads us when were fighin the cultists sir"

**Tyranic Marta**

(Wild) You and your wolfs slowly go over your weapons checking everything, when your finished you hear the rumble of treads, the guardsmen around you look heartened at the sight of the three tanks

**TheWildHost**

"Hmmmm, Tanks, Now how are we going to get those down to the Chaos tunnels,600 feet underground. We foung that out from him," he says pointing to a badly disfigured cultist"screamed for a while so we riped his vocal cords out, more of a group decision, not mine. Oh and he is still alive if you want some fun,"

**Snarky**

"I'm commandeering this section soldiers, gather your men and prepare for battle" Serik ordered.

Looking at the roster of the platoon, Serik muttered to himself. "This regiment is in shambles, at less than a quarter strength." Musing to himself, Serik knew that this must have been the reason why Chaos has chosen this planet, the defense force had been cut so the rulers of this blasted rock could enjoy more luxuries.

"Prepare this location for defense, dig in and take whatever supplies you need to secure this location, I am personally requisitioning this area for the Emperor and his Imperium."

Serik gestured at the squad outside of the Bunker, "You there, follow me, we're going on a recruitment drive!".

"Vox caster, signal to the nearest astropath. I am requesting Storm Troopers and Departmento Munitorium supplies from the nearest Forge World"

Serik went with the men in several Chimeras, they would head to the nearest Hive to recruit more men to fight the Alpha Legion.

**TheWildHost**

"Now hold on one Second, Did you just order me and my battle brothers, Smallfry? I dont think so, This is a horrible area to dig in, there is no defence it is wide open space!" Barentar argues"And we are waiting for 16 more wolfs and a dreadnaught, not for a few hundred gaurdsmen,"

**Snarky**

OOC: Wildhost, I'm in a whole different area to you, I'm talking to guardsmen.

**Tyranic Marta**

(wild) One of the hatches opens and the guardsman inside yells to you, "We heard that, dont worry Wolfman these boys have got the routes sorted, were goin in the deep tunnels.

(Snarky) The voxman nods and begins opening channls to an astropath, in the mean time your requisitioned squad follows you, blind faith etched in their faces, for the first time something is beingdone about the chaos threat, and you have their full support.

**TheWildHost**

Oh...then who are in the tanks?

**Tyranic Marta**

just guardsmen

**TheWildHost**

Ok

**shealyr**

(Sorry I've been absent! I didn't realize you'd be starting so soon, and moving so fast. If you find me noticeably away in the futuer, shoot me a PM, which will show up on my phone and remind me to post. Anywho, here goes.)

Joker was still in a haze from the intense fighting earlier. Dozens of his friends has been killed; torn apart by rabid warp-spawn that still clawed at the edges of his sanity. He had been surviving on autopillot, stoically following Commissar Serik as he attempted to rally more forces. Finally snapping out of his daze at the requisition Imperial bunker, he volunteered to stay behind and shore up the defenses while Serik attempted to gather additional forces from the neighboring Hive.

Jerome Kyll wasn't born great. He was born a low-class boy from a soldier family, but the Emperor had called him to greatness, and dammit, he'd not fail under the watchful eye of the God-Emperor of Man. He would hold that bunker if it cost him his life...

With his faith and sanity renewed, he set about the preparations.

**TheWildHost**

"Space wolves" barentar spook up"We should go to the recruiting station, I mean a pack of wolves would boost morale,right?and might help get recruits"

**Tyranic Marta**

(Shealyr) (no problem at all mate, and yeah sure in the future i will

) You quickly get the bunker into fighting order and groups of serf servitors come through to lay more layers of ferrocrete on the walls.

The commissars vehicle moves past great layers of intense ranting of the strength of the imperium and the need for recriuts flows over you and your spirits are lifted, it wont take long now.

(Wild) Your brothers roar in approval and even the iron priest seems intreged, the group of you head to the nearest recruitment station where word of the astartes quickly spreads and militia of all shapes and sizes begin to flood in.

**Tyranic Marta**

(all loyalists) the tank companies halt outside a massive door that leads underground, "Allright lads we wait for the commissar now"