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Good news: New page!
Bad news: Monday, I leave for Berlin on a school-trip. I know, I can't RP in that period, but I'll be back on friday.

Scrazza wrote:Good news: New page!
Bad news: Monday, I leave for Berlin on a school-trip. I know, I can't RP in that period, but I'll be back on friday.

This defeats the point of not posting.. and I hope you have not cursed another page to off-topic.

Seriously dudes, no more postin' here after this post.

PLAYER EVENT: Death From Above - Part 2

The Imperial forces - specifically the Ousian 23rd - were being overrun. Hundreds upon hundreds of good, honest men would never again see their home; embrace their loved ones or share a bottle of their regiments' finest Lausk with their comrades and friends after a hard-won battle. They lay, crumpled and brutalized; most barely recognisable. But that didn't matter now. Their deaths didn't matter now. All that mattered now was the death of Warboss Warklaw Gordakka, the terrible beast that was responsible for all these deaths. Not because he killed them all - though kill many he did - but because a horde beyond counting of his own hated kind had flocked to him at his call, like hungry birds to bread crumbs.

The ground was literally a green tide as far as the eye could see, however Captain Jordan Gaius' genhanced vision could pick out each and every ramshackle Ork vehicle as he observed the great battle below them from his Thunderhawk's porthole. He watched with a smile as other Thunderhawks strafed the Ork forces with bombs and shots from the great cannons mounted on their backs; and he took great delight in observing the destruction those mighty craft caused. Other, more ponderous Thunderhawk variants carrying heavy armor deployed further back, lowering the revered Land Raider and Predator battle tanks to the ground with utmost care, so that their destructive purpose may continue to be fulfilled with all haste. He also noted the deployance of one of the two Vindicators that had been attached to his large task force. Sergeant Cruor was sure to reap much glory from this battle as he lead the Imperial Fists' armored forces from his ancient Land Raider, the Gladius, which had an impeccable record of service that stretched back almost eight-thousand years. The right to command it was only gifted to the most talented of the chapter's tank commanders. Turning his gaze back to the warriors that accompanied him, he and tactical Sergeant Vorus exchanged glances; the veteran-sergeant's expression telling him all he needed to know. But he already knew that his men would be battle-ready, for Sergeant Vorus was diligent in the extreme in the execution of his duties, and in the one-hundred and fifty-six years they had fought alongside each other, no battle-brother under Vorus' command had ever performed in a manner other than exemplary. But his squad had suffered many, many casualties over the years, and none of the Marines under Vorus' command were from the original roster - the seven Marines that had not been killed over Vorus' eighty-two years of command in his current position had all been promoted to either the Veteran company or as Sergeant's of their own squads in Gaius' company. What was more, Vorus was absolutely loyal to him, for he had twice been offered a place in the Veteran company, but had declined both times, deciding instead to remain in service of his Captain and friend. It was nigh-unheard of for any Space Marine to turn down such a promotion, let alone twice, and Gaius allowed himself to indulge in pride at the notion that he inspired such complete loyalty in his warriors.

From further down the Thunderhawk, he heard Sergeant Aurellias' deep voice chanting the Litanies of Devotion with his Assault squad whilst they oversaw final preparation of their wargear. But perhaps greatest of all of them, was Miguel. Old Miguel. The venerable Dreadnought stood motionless in the dark rear of the Thunderhawk, held in place by support pylons and mag-clamps. His enormous power fist and assault cannon lay still now, but when combat reached them, which soon it would, the serene stillness and silence of Miguel's armored form would disappear, shed like a snake's skin, and replaced by unstoppable battle-rage and fury as he waded through the greenskins. Gaius did not know exactly how old the Dreadnought was, but Miguel had served under nine Captain's previous to himself, making him the tenth commander of the fifth company that Miguel had fought, and imparted wisdom, for over the last two-thousand years. Gaius had himself served the Emperor as a Space Marine for two-hundred and seventy-six years, and one-hundred and four of those years he had spent as Captain of the fifth. But Miguel had always been there, ever since he had first layed his awestruck eyes upon the mighty Dreadnought as a Scout when his squad was attached to the fifth battle company for an extended campaign, and as he had risen through the ranks from Devaster to Assault Marine to Tactical Marine, and eventually to Sergeant and soon after Company Champion. Even now, as Captain, he was humbled in the presence of such a great warrior, who stood immune to the degrading affects of time.

As if sensing the Captain's thoughts, Miguel spoke quietly to Gaius, the fake voice emitted from the sarcophogus' vox-grille chilling him more than the Daemon-spawn of Korask or the rigorous and excrutiatingly painful genetic modification and initiation he had undergone to become one of the hallowed Adeptus Astartes, for he knew that it took a greater soul than his own to endure the terrible half-life of a Dreadnought.
"I.. remember.. when you were just.. a Scout, raw as uncooked fish," the Dreadnought rasped.
Jordan chuckled, "In the many centuries I have known you Miguel, you have never changed. You are one of the greatest heroes of our chapter, and I hope one day you will finally agree with me on that."
"Jordan.. I have told you.. many times.. I am no.. hero!" Miguel replied, hidden anger registable in his tone, "This.. is a tomb.. of living torture.. for myself and.. all other Ancients.. I wish for it to end so dearly.. but.. I live to serve, and live I do."
Captain Gaius bowed his head. To most Space Marines, to be, as Miguel would put it, incarcerated into a Dreadnought was a great honour - to serve the Emperor evermore. He had thought like that once, too. But having risen to his current rank, he learned over the years that to be a Dreadnought was to suffer and to become less human than the Adeptus Astartes already were. Never again would Miguel shout a warcry from his lips; never again would he tear out a traitors throat with his own hands or cut down a charging horde of Greenskins or Tyranids with boltgun and blade. Never again would he feel the warmth of the ground underneath his feet. Truly, Miguel had sacrificed everything it meant to be human in his pursuit of eternal service in the name of the Emperor of mankind. Gaius asked himself once again, was it worth it? Is there a point where service becomes too pure, and too much is lost? Or perhaps to not strive to reach such a state was blasphemy, and worthy of execution? Jordan sighed, and hefted his mighty Thunderhammer, gripping it tight as the voice of the pilot sounded over the vox, "Prepare for landing!"

The craft shuddered and slammed down to the ground with a clunk that reverbrated throughout its frame. Simultaneously, the restraints on the Marines and Miguel released, and as the ramp hit the ground, Gaius was already out, thumbing the activation rune on his weapon, and it crackled to life; dangerous energy corruscating about its head.

Oh thank GOD the new events are starting. They're only three days late...

Chowderhead wrote:Oh thank GOD the new events are starting. They're only three days late...

Only three? Not too shabby, not too shabby at all, if I say so myself.

And don't ya worry yourself Chowder, you'll get your event conclusion soon enough.

As for the irony? Scrazza just left for a week.


Edit: And yes, you may thank me for the new events.

"The Runes have been cast, the pieces are in place, it is time that i made my move..."


Character name: Farseer Eluna
Character age: Long forgotten, never heeded
Character race: Eldar(assisting the Imperials.)
Character profession: Farseer of Ulthwe
Character personality: Quiet, calculating, and unlike many of her race, Eluna respects the Imperial of man as a valuable ally and buffer-zone between her people and total-destruction
Character appearance:
Character height: 6' 2'
Character equipment: Shuriken Pistol, Soul Stone, Wraithbone amour, Ghost helm, Runes of Witnessing, Singing Spear.
Character bio/background story: Eluna is unusual for an Eldar Farseer, she prefers to work alone, respects the Mon'keigh if not as equals then at least as a valued servant. She has assisted Imperial Forces in battle, manipulated the fates in man's favor on multiple occasions and even served the Living Saint Ferosia as an adviser during her crusade to reclaim the worlds that now bore her name. Other Eldar consider her an outcast, and mock her for involving herself so closely with a "lesser" race, but they have not seen what she has seen, and even now, as she walks willingly into the depths of an ancient space hulk alone, she still fights with her people and her Craftworld foremost in her mind.

OCC: will post an introduction soon, just let me get it sorted out.

Looks good Harrab, I hope you enjoyed the read.

Perhaps you should team up with our resident Death Jester?

Within in the bowels of the hulk energy began to trickle through ancient systems within the no longer sleek hull of an Elder cruiser, now nothing more than another part of the shapeless tumble of warp-twisted rock and dead metal, the energy flare grew stronger, stronger, untill suddenly the Webway gate flared like a super nova and a single figure stepped through.

Farseer Eluna turned to seal the gate behind her with a thought, then shattered the power-stone with another. no reason to risk the craft-world any further.

The room around her was darker now the sole source of illumination was gone, but she could make out the slumped and long rotted bodies of the cruisers crew, their soul-stones cracked and dark. She who thirsts had claimed these brave fools long ago.

Eluna knelt beside the captain, turning him over gently to check his stone, then sighed with regret at the also dark gem.

A bellow of rage caused Eluna's head to snap up as an Ork, dwarfing the farseer still on her knees before him and brought his huge axe down to cleave her head in two.

The blade stopped. The ork gave an almost comical yelp of surprise before it felt it's entire body was encased within bands of air now stronger than steel.

Eluna stood, dusted off her robes with an unhurried air, glanced at the ork, then walked slowly away from it as it bellowed curses and threat at her in it's crude tongue. She paused on the threshold that the beast had used to enter the portal room, raised her right hand as if in response, then clenched it into a fist.

The Ork imploded. Eluna lowered her hand and walked on as what was left of the ork joined the remains of her kinsmen, walked calmly into the depths of the hulk in the same unhurried pace she had arrived in, without a backwards glance.

Nice, it seems we have a rather powerful psyker on our hands. Interesting.

Lets just hope our resident Black Templar doesn't meet you .

Darkvoidof40k wrote:Nice, it seems we have a rather powerful psyker on our hands. Interesting.

Lets just hope our resident Black Templar doesn't meet you .

OCC: Indeed, Farseer Eluna has had a long and full life of not being burned alive by zealous humans, and she wishes for it to remain that way./OCC

Edit: Stand by, the Farseer is going to assist her unaware allies, just let me edit this post again to include it.

Lord Harrab wrote:

Darkvoidof40k wrote:Nice, it seems we have a rather powerful psyker on our hands. Interesting.

Lets just hope our resident Black Templar doesn't meet you .

OCC: Indeed, Farseer Eluna has had a long and full life of not being burned alive by zealous humans, and she wishes for it to remain that way./OCC

Just to be sure; you have read the entire roleplay?

Darkvoidof40k wrote:

Lord Harrab wrote:

Darkvoidof40k wrote:Nice, it seems we have a rather powerful psyker on our hands. Interesting.

Lets just hope our resident Black Templar doesn't meet you .

OCC: Indeed, Farseer Eluna has had a long and full life of not being burned alive by zealous humans, and she wishes for it to remain that way./OCC

Just to be sure; you have read the entire roleplay?

Yep. (inculding the rather bizzare tangent that laster a few pages, was a good read though)
Let me see if i've got it right:

Imperials trying to take over or destroy hulk, currently engaged in a massive chamber and numerous side passages/chambers with a huge horde of greenskins, including armored elements, their position is balanced on a knife edge, but Imperial fists have shown up to kick some tail.

orks are, well, hitting stuff with other stuff and a merry time was had by all.

Chaos elements are tearing through an imperial flank, Player marines are engaging.

Farseer Eluna is on her way to help the Imperials

I'm not sure what everyone else is doing.

Mostly correct. But we have quite a few inactive characters that will meet their demise shortly..

The GKs/Chaos fight is happening away from the main battle in some other part of the space hulk.

Our resident Inquisitor is chilling in the Imperial headquarters with some notable NPCs and now some Space Marines as well.

A re-read of the event summary on page 20 really does give a good overview. I find myself looking back at it a lot.

You also forgot about our Necrons. They're just terrorising people, like Necrons do.

Dark, the cat is pissing me off a bit.

I don't want to be forced to kill you over the interwebz.

Chowderhead wrote:Dark, the cat is pissing me off a bit.

I don't want to be forced to kill you over the interwebz.

Do your worst!

Alright.

Chowderhead wrote:Alright.

Aw hell no. This sh*t just got serious.

Your Shoop Da Whoop/Lazer/Doctor Octagonapus-related .gif bounces off my mighty plot armor which is mighty.

Edited 3 times? Wutnow? And whatever gif is now in that spoiler.. is broken.

Oh wait. It works now.

ADD will do that.

And now your cat bugs me even more. I will be forced to take drastic measures...

Ha HA!

Dancing monkey, HO!

Chowderhead wrote:Ha HA!

Dancing monkey, HO!

Touché.

They are almost Synced.

It's quite creepy, really.

Anyway, how are the events coming? (Wink wink, nudge nudge, shotgun barrel in your mouth)

No more events tonight. Probably one tomorrow. Involving your character. (Wink wink, nudge nudge, NFW in your mouth)

Anyway, I have to have a roleplay done in another game by half an hour ago. Fool, you held me up.

In Shai's RP?

I have plans for that. Are you heading to Troy?

Chowderhead wrote:In Shai's RP?

I have plans for that. Are you heading to Troy?

Yeah, I can't be bothered with killing half of London.. for now..

...For now?

What the hell is with you and random sporadic murder sprees?

Chowderhead wrote:...For now?

What the hell is with you and random sporadic murder sprees?

They excite me, especially when they involve shotguns and knives.

I prefer the cool, collected sniper shot to the skull.

Also, I got my character one of those Bolter Things. You know, the XM-25.

I've heard of them. Hard to come by.


edit: oh sh*tsticks, another page of off-topic. CURSE YOU CHOWDAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!!!!!!!!11!