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(this post's influence music was 'barra barra' 'SGT Mckenzie' and 'ultramarines chant')

+++REMOVED UNLESS I SEE FIT TO USE IT+++ (lets have that hanging over your head silver )

anyone gonna post?

Nex rose from his bed and stood infront of Atael. He transformed himself into his skeletal form.
Excelent... Atael comunicated to Nex.
Nex looked, seemingly shocked at the psychic comunication of the Death Lords.
You will soon be able to do it too... Atael continued You must come with me, to Ba’Xeh’Vac, where you will be assesed and your worth to the gods decided...
Nex nodded silentley, in awe of larger skeletal figure in his doorway.
Follow... This single word would change Nex's life for ever.

Natasha still slept silently in the bed, Atael really wished to be able to kill this weakling. But he stoped himself. He sensed some importance in her. He wasn't sure what, but he felt she may be useful one day...


Ba’Xeh’Vac
As they entered the temple through the portal, Haldrax walked into the room from one of the side tunnels.
I have it prepared my lord...
Good... Atael replied to his under lord.
Haldrax produced a black woven sack, and from it pulled several items. The severed head of a man in his old age, the right wing of a dove which had been brought down by a raven, the moss of the grave of an ancient warrior and an empty glass vial.
Atael took the vial from him, and produced a black bladed knife.
Give me your arm... He said to Nex.
Nex held out his arm, trying to hide his anxiousness. Atael raised the knife, and then brought it down towards the arm of the young death bringer. He stopped the knife on the skin, with the skill of one who had done it many time, and then turned the point downwards.
He pricked the skin, and let a single drop of blood out, which he deposited in the vial.

Next, he through the vial, along with the other items, into the fire and watched to flames grow.
State your name to the gods and they will choose wether to accept you into our order... Atael said to Nex.
"Nex" He said to the flames.

There was a crack as a portal to death opened in the fabric of the world, the flames grew higher as nex was judged. The wall torches grew brigter and the deamons flocked to the temple. This event only happened once every hundered thousand years, and sometimes not even that often.
Nex stared into the portal with anticipation.
The gods stared back.
A deathly silence engulfed the room.
And then...
And then...
A beam of energy blasted out of the portal, taking nex into the realm of Kalin and Farsax.
There he would remain for 14 days and 14 nights.
If he was worthy he would be returned.
If not, he would remain there for ever.


(Inducted and removed from the RP for 2 weeks.)

Syrath looked over the items with keen and sinister eyes, his Cat however kept its distance while his master slowly studied each inch with a magnifying glass and drew out every symbol with a pen and took several photographs which he handed to Asmodius's mech's as he refereed to them.

"My friends took the time to clean up as you may say the mess that you left, anyone in the area fled but they did take casualties Asmodius and you must be careful. That is why I do not share a base with you Nightlord and I do expect you're friends to arrive. I and Whetley will return to Mesa along with some of the loot while I believe you should ready a defense against the Sun Cultists how will surely attack and If you wish to retreat to Mesa I will pen a Portal but make sure they do not follow you."

Syrath and his couscous Cat enter a light green portal and leave Asmodius and his Cultists however a large grey crystal stands where Syrath once stood and flickers to life. As Syrath and the Cat returned to Mesa he moved the Models of Nex and Atael into a large model of the Catacombs and smiled as Whetley stood beside him and purred loudly;

"I'm guessing its all going as planned? Yeah,yeah cause the thing is that the Night Lord just pissed off that Sun Cult."

NOTE: the 'new' base of Asmodius is an offshore armed oil rig. a huge one. a central spire in wich Asmodius 'governs' his 'people'

Name: Eternus Nox (everlasting night)

level: sea level

defenses: flak batteries THEL emplacemts, looted SAMs looted HMGs four bradly fighting vehicles. one howitzer.

size: small city about the size of the downtown of paradisio

defining features: a mass of pipes, storage containers and huts, whith a massive spire in the center that forms Asmodius's 'keep' Only accesible from sea or air

ineptus astartes wrote:anyone gonna post?

Well, I was not expecting you to actually attack the building and advance the time so much - Kasrkai and I still hadn't finished RPing. Also was not expecting you to completely destroy the entire building; the central nervous system of a cult of reasonably well armed and trained cult with many members with a handful of troops, decimating the cultists within and generally allowing for no defense what so ever

And you've had an entire city sized base built for you in less than a day, and stocked with workers??

no it was being built for before the game and is more a hasty slap-up

(the needle wasnt destrouyed, only damaged. and the difining reason that I got out alive is becouse I had the element of suprise. and only managed to hold off the sun cultists for the neccesary time.in a prolonged battle they would have won (I am just guessing that they would have been mostly sleeping through it)

Ryan was not happy with himself. He had been caught up in the moment, and had totally forgotten. Now his powers were disabled, and god knows what they had just injected him with. He leaned back in his chair and looked to the glass ceiling in thought.

"You know I find such underhanded tactics distasteful?"

Isis gave a slow and fluid nod. Ryan had seen some horrible things. Unnatural things. But this woman wasn't high on his list. He knew she had power. Great power. And knowledge. He could tell that her figure betrayed her time, not to mention the dark vision she had just created. He tested himself again. The table floated up a bit, and settled quietly. It seemed the fluid had removed the damper on his abilities. A strange tactic, to be sure. He would have no issue killing everyone here. If he so wanted, that is.

"If I interfere your plans you'll... kill me?"

Another nod, followed by words.

"I will do much more than that, Mr. Battles. You will be utterly forgotten. You will be remembered only by me."

That was pretty intimidating, he had to admit. And with that, he threw his head back and laughed. Isis still showed no expression to betray her feelings.

"Has something amused you, Mr. Battles?"

He choked down his giggles and answered.

"Yeah, it has. Never-mind that though."

He leaned forward over the table, much to Zetes chagrin.

"So, you don't know then? Never-mind, I'm sure you do but don't care. Either way, I don't see much for me in joining your cult here. If you've got any other aces, pull them now."

With that, the bulding shook and alarms were heard.

"And might I suggest you be swift?"

also it was set so that you two could finish your RP than get to RPing the battle (feel free to godmode my troops)

another reason that they 'suceeeded' was that they were khornate and the ferocity and brutality of the attack was jus too quick to mobilize against in a few short muinits.

(llets face it. the sun cultists probably did not know that the khornates could be so damned EVIL and bloodlusting, its like a bunch of horror movie slashers got together and had a feild day)

khornate cultists: standard: shotgun, cleaver (machete, blade, sword.

khornate cultist: berzerker: pair of large 'choppas.' uzi SMG.

Khornate cultist: desvestator: Chainsaw. colt 1911.

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tzeentch cultist: trooper: M4A1, (looted from the US troops that are killed) combat Knife, 1 frag grenade

Tzeentch cultist: sniper: scoped 50 cal sniper rifle, K-BAR

tzeentch cultist: sorcerer: minor super.

will update for nugle and slannesh

Hey, Ineptus...

Yeah.....

You can't pull followers out of your ass. So those fourty gnats? You have three. And those Cultists? You get maybe two of each.

I'm sorry to have to do this, you just seem to be overpowering yourself.

dont aculy like big armies and I prefer to work in small groups. (i have been asking the others to kill the masses)

the only reason i used it was because I NEEDED to attack the 'sun cult' (I HATE sulnight)

wheever I accidentaly end up powerplaying I begin to hate myself :( *SHAME*

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BIC:……..Operation Redstone…..

The twenty-eight of October 2009

The Yemen border

The sun started to raise over the desert, increasing the temperature significantly. The small wildlife burrowed itself in shady places waiting for the sun to end his lap in the sky. Two Bedouins appeared on top of sand hill. Their footsteps disappearing by the wind. They were clothed in the traditional Bedouin clothes. IT was a normal picture for the region, if it wasn’t for the massive rifles hanging on their back, and the cursing of a Russian accent. “I hate this fething country.” Falke cursed as loud as he could. “There’s only sand and more sand.” He kicked the ground sending sand flying in all directions. “I hate Saudi-Arabia!” he continued. “Calm down, Falke.” Amber calmly said. “Shouting and molesting sand never helped anyone.” “Easy for you to say…” he muttered. “You still have water.” “I told you to ration your water, its one of the most important things to survive.” Falke raised his eyebrow, she seemed to know a lot about surviving in the dessert. “So you lived here before you joined the project?” “Perhaps…” Amber responded with a poker face, spreading doubt in the mind of Falke. “Hmmph…; One day I’ll find out who you are, Amber…” “Not if I get it first.” She playfully responded. “Lets continue.” She continued, while pulling out a map and compass. “The Yemen border should be close.”

They continued walking through the suffocating heat, the soft sand hindering their progress significantly. They ran in complete silence except for the soft hushing of the wind and the clocking water insides Ambers leather water bag. Falke wished the sound would disappear as it only reminded him of his dried out mouth. After two hours they stopped, their surroundings had changed in the last few miles, gritty rocks now laid everywhere in different sizes. As if some ancient god had destroyed a statue and thrown it all over the place. Not that God’s existed anyhow, they Were just normal Supers that had spread their lies so that the pious populace of ancient times would worship them. Supers were lying gits that would do anything to achieve power, falke thought. There were exceptions, but not that many. Amber handed him the water bag after she had took a small sip. The tepid water was a blessing for his parched lips. But the small sip wasn’t enough to hydrate him, he handed it back to Amber. He sniffed loudly when the wind suddenly changed. He smelled the essence of salt carried by the water. “We’re close to the ocean.” He stated. “That means we’ve almost made it” Amber said as they started running with replenished energy.

After an hour of dodging rocks at great speeds the deep blue appeared before their eyes, oil-tankers and transport ships sailing the horizon. All that water, and not a single drop drinkable. Amber motioned Falke to follow her onto the rocky beach. Her rifle at the ready. Falke pulled his own sniper rifle from his back when he noticed it. Tucked deep into the beach was a camouflaged camp of three tiny tents. Falke couldn’t believe that he hadn’t spotted it earlier with his enhanced senses. gradually they closed the distance with the small camp, their weapons ready to fire at any anomaly. “Halt!” a voice said in the local dialect, but the American accent was abundantly clear. Four barrels where aimed at their heads. “Who are you and what’s your business.” The voice continued. Amber lowered her rifle as she responded. “We’re humble Bedouin merchants in search of merchandise.” “What is it that you search?” “ we search for Redstone.”

The guns disappeared and a weathered man appeared his skin burned by thousands of sunny days. A short crew cut left only a thin layer of gray hair on his head. He was dresses in a dessert cammo uniform. “So you’re blue and yellow” he asked in English. “Red and blue.” Falke responded. “Ow, how silly of me.” He said. Falke grinned, this wasn’t a mistake, just an added confirmation. “follow me.” he said as he started walking away from the ocean. They followed the old grumpy marine as he walked over the dusty ground. When they reached him, he pulled out a map. Red dots scattered across the border. “These are the location we know they have been.” “You’ve got that information and …done nothing?” Falke asked. The Yemen authority is still refusing American assistance. They believe that they can take them down themselves, the fools.” He grumbled. “But that’s where you come in I guess. He handed over the map, together with two fresh water bags that Falke gladly accepted. “The border is just over that hill and if I we’re you I would go to the village of Bhrava. I sense something is going to happen there.” “Thanks, we’ll check it out.” Amber said as she stashed the map away. The man Saluted them. “Good luck and if you get caught….” “You where never here.” Falke answered.

(OOC: I am writing up the removal of Asmodius's 'army' exept for about 10 cultists and 3 gnats)

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(((Don't just keep posting, edit your one post and move on. It's less burden on the search engine.)))

(OOC: This takes place before Asmodius' attack)

The last thing the Outsider saw before they put the bag over its head was it being dragged by cultists behind the large building. They removed the myriad knives from its belt, and any attempt to mind trick them was not working. The Outsider supposed it was as it had feared-their devotion cancelled out any external pressure it could bring to bear.
It heard a door opening, and before long the Outsider realised that it was almost being thrown down myriad flights of stairs, which it supposed led deeper and deeper into the bowels of the building. It did not care much-after all, the hard part which was getting in was now over-but slightly gentler treatment wouldn’t go amiss. Especially since this time it WASN’T here to murder anyone in any number of horrific ways.
Finally, they appeared to enter a lift of some description-at least, if the quaint sensation of descent was anything to go by. The cultists still held a vice-like grip upon the Outsider’s arms, and for a moment it considered trying to break free. It probably could, but what purpose would that serve? As much as it scorned this humiliation, it realised that what it was being put through was nessercary if it was to have any chance of meeting Isis.
Isis…she was the reason why the Outsider was here. Well, she was, and she wasn’t. It was not Isis the Outsider was after-nor was it, he believed any ‘Super’-but that just made tracking the target down harder. And when time was of the essence, things being more difficult than they had any right to be was a variable that it would prefer to not have to take into account. It did not like working with anyone from the WFO, and much less a goddess, but if anyone knew where to find someone in Paradiso it was Isis.
A harsh push jolted the Outsider out of his reverie, and he felt his arms brush up against some kind of metal installation. It supposed that it was similar to the scanners found at an airport, though obviously much more sophisticated in nature. Sure enough, moments later his patchwork suit was criss-crossed by countless pricks of light, and a tense few minutes past as the machine probed him. After what seemed like an age, the machine gave out a series of three beeps-the Outsider did not know what that meant, but from the fact it was still breathing it assumed that it was good, or at least acceptable.
After being led through what the Outsider assumed was a maze of branching corridors and passageways by his escorts, it was finally roughly pushed down onto a chair, and heavy metal chains were attatched to its outstretched arms. The bag was removed, and as the Outsider looked around he took in the grim stonework of his tiny cell, and the equally grim expressions carved into the cultist’s faces. There was little sunlight down here, the Outsider realised-that was what was putting the Cultists of. It was all it could do to suppress a low chuckle. Idly, it tried to use its teleportation ability-nothing. Whatever was on these chains, it was doing something to hamper its powers.
One of the Cultists, obviously some kind of leader, stepped forward, gun in hand. “You will wait here, beast, till the holy lady decides how best to dispose of you. If you try to make any trouble, not that you really can, then the guards positioned outside your cell will execute you immediately. So, sit tight and be on you best behaviour for when Her grace arrives.” With that, the three of them left the cell, leaving the Outsider alone in the shadowy dungeon.
This had better be worth it.

Sitting at his massive desk, asmodius drummed his armored fingers on the table. He was reading a list of things in the base that were completed. It was pretty much invulnerable from massed attack but it would be fairly easy to get a single person or small team into his defences.



The Eversor was in town, looking for prospective servitor canidates. The gnats, pit-slaves, and combat servitors, were patrolling the maze of hallways on the ‘Raptor’s Nest’ A defunct oil rig that he had found about a month ago and set up into a makeshift fortress. There was a tug moored below the helipad. Which contained one helicopter that the servitors were dismantling and putting back together in a more reasonable size and look for a nine foot tall armored warrior.


There was little to do at the moment, aside from the meeting with Syrath.


Climbing to the top of the main tower and ignited his jetpacks. Syrath wasn’t too be kept waiting.

Syrath sat at his desk and typed out a series of commands on his Computer while Whetley sat under his chair, as Syrath's alien guards left the Shadows they raised their bio-splicers and prepared for the Night Lord if he was to be violent.

"I hope this works master because the Night Lord doesn't seem happy."

Syrath smirked and petted his Cat on the head

"It will Whetley it definitely will."

Asmodius entered the elevator and composed himself, but his talons were already digging into the floor. Stepping out of the elevator several guards brought him to syrath’s office. When he entered the room he folded his arms across his massive chest and said “You summoned me, now explain yourself”

[OOC: I'm not sure how to carry on, but if anyone has any objections to how I proceed, just let me know]

The building trembled slightly and alarms could be heard coming from the lower floors.

Zetes listened to his earpiece as security reported. The sounds of several shots being fired drifted up from the ground floor far below. Iris raised an eyebrow in his direction as the alarms ceased. "A lone bomber detonated a device against the west wall. Security have dealt with him and are checking the surrounding area."

"Thank you Zetes." She turned back to Ryan. "Mr Battles, unfortunately I have another appointment that I must attend to, however, please feel free to follow Michael, he will take you to anywhere in the building you wish to go, or take you to the lobby should you wish to leave."

Ryan turned and saw a young, male cultist standing at the lift doors. "If there is any information you require, I would suggest the security centre." Iris said as Ryan stood up to leave.

Ryan crossed the terrace and entered the penthouse before disappearing into the lift with Michael.

Iris waited a few moments to allow the lift to run the course of the building before speaking. "An interesting man, Mr Battles." She said to herself as she rose to her feet and crossed to the lift followed silently by Zetes. She pressed for the holding level, the button reading her print and energy code before setting the carriage in motion.

The lift dropped down through the building, coming to a halt at the lowest level. On its way it passed through a number of sensors and scanners built into the shaft to ensure that the people it carried were cleared to enter. The doors opened and light spilled out into the small security lobby manned by several heavily armed and armoured cultists. One stepped towards a heavy metal door and typed in a complex code on the keypad.

The door swung ponderously open, revealing a further security station and a long corridor with solid doored cells lining either side. The light here was muted compared to the rest of the building. Iris nodded to one of the guards who walked her to one of the featureless doors and unlocked it with another long string of numbers. The door opened, revealing a man in a patchwork brown suit chained to a metal chair. Iris motioned to the guards who filed out of the cell. Iris stepped inside, Zetes following her in and closing the door behind them before standing at her shoulder.

"Outsider. Welcome. I hope the guards did not treat you too harshly."

The Outsider stared up at her from where he was seated.

Iris nodded her head slightly before continuing "As you can see by your... accommodation, we are aware of who you are and what your powers are. We also know your somewhat... dark reputation."

The Outsider grunted softly but otherwise remained as he was, containing his inner thoughts and urges from showing with an effort of will.

"What I am not sure is whether you are aware of mine." she said, the light in the cell falling further as Iris absorbed it (a function of her invisibility powers being that she could bend and funnel light in her proximity), her eyes darkening and deepening into infinite pools of darkness. Frost began to form as the infrared radiation was blanked. The metal floor and walls creaked and groaned as they rapidly cooled. The outsiders breath steamed in the cold as Iris stepped closer. Delicate fonds of frost formed on his eyelashes as he tried to focus on the impenetrable darkness forming around Iris.

Her voice reverberated through him, petals of frost falling from the walls and ceiling as her voice smote the air "Society may judge what you have done as evil, but I assure you that while you may have taken the lives of tens or hundreds of people, I have snuffed out the light on a thousand worlds. The suffering you have inflicted would be the greatest kindness compared to my merest displeasure."

The Outsider was almost literally frozen in place, his eyes fixed on the burning orbs of darkness that floated inches from his face. Ever so slowly the darkness subsided and the light and heat came back into the room. Iris came back into focus as the light around her twisted back to normal, the infrared she had captured was released back into the room, the frost subliming instantly in the face of the sudden outpouring of heat, causing the ventilation system to greedily suck up the steam.

Iris stared into the Outsiders eyes "Do we have an understanding?"

"You're little attack has caused problems, I suggest you begin the cleanup and deal with this little interference Asmodius. I certainly hope you do not involve me with you're attacks but I will help you with some Night-Lord, my Employers require me to use my powers at only certain rates but if these Cultists do attack I will try and reason with them Asmodius's and I hope you are ready to apologise to an army of angry Cultists. While you may believe that the powers of Chaos have the same strength they do in you're time they do not In ours, now we must plan against our foes. Also prepare you're forces for another attack, I require some Plutonium."

The Alien guards loaded their weaponry and moved towards Asmodius and saluted him before moving into a different section of Mesa while Syrath ponders over the map of the City.

(but the attack never happend!)

(It did but It was far smaller and a simple suicide attack)

The eversor dragged the sack into the stolen armored car. The sack contained five people whom he had snuck up upoun and stunned. When he got them into the back he got into the armored car. The drive to the docks was uneventful. It was broad daylight and during this time of day paradisio was much like any other city. People walking to their jobs, the homeless on the street, the kids playing on the sidewalk. When the Eversor


Reached the docks he laded the car into the barge waiting at the docks and steamed off into the gulf of mexico…

(and technically the powers of chaos were just as strong now. only slightly less as well as the fact that every time you oppose chaos you aid it!)

oh! I see (but they dont know it was me!)