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Sawbones turned the Krork's skinless kull over in his shiny metallic claw, inspecting it in the same manner a butcher might inspect a prime cut of meat. Krork. How much they had changed? How far had their empire expanded across the stars to plague the young races? If he cared, these are the questions the Necron would ask. But, he did not. Immortality would do that to you.
The battle, if it could be called that, had gone smooth enough-Sawbones amd 5 of his Flayed ones had matirealised in the midst of a mob of surprised Krorks doing something foul with the mutilate dbody. The razor-sharp needle fingers had penertrated the Green hides with worrying ease, audibly snapping bone and sending a spray of viscera splattering against the walls. 7 of the Greenskinned brutes had died in the first minute, either at the 'hands' (OOC; heh heh...) of Sawbones or his minions. One thing to be said for these aliens, the lord conceded, they didn't scare easy, and within a moment of the initial assault the shock had worn of and the monsters had charged, yelling their oh so inventive battlecry of "WAAAAGH!!!" as they went. The monsters never changed. All that said, it had been over in minutes; an entire mob annihalated with not a single casualty. It almost made the Lord wish he could still smile. Almost.
What concerned sawbones was the gunfire that was growing louder and louder-it appeared that, perfectly timed though their ambush had been (he had hoped the sound of the larger battle would hide them), it hadn't been enough, and now more of the Krork had come expecting a fight. They'd be dissapointed. The Flayed ones fell limp before dematerilising back into a green flash of light. As Sawbones turned to follow his warriors, he noticed the corpse of one of the Krork that was still pretty much intact. The Surgeon part of his brain started talking.
Little lord Fauntleroy wrote:No matter the situation there is always time to dissect some Orks in interesting ways.
(Will the player who has not killed any orks yet please stand up?
*cricket chirps*
Thats what I thought.....
Srsly thought where are all the genestealers? This is a friggin SPACE HULK after all.... )
Well they're not the only trump card I'm holding back, so those of you that survive long enough (another good 20-30 pages ) will still have plenty of surprises to face!
Well, we will survive...But we need an event first, to know IF we will survive, and get this thing back on the road. Damn, it's been so long, I don't know what my character was doing in my last IC post.
Scrazza wrote:Well, we will survive...But we need an event first, to know IF we will survive, and get this thing back on the road. Damn, it's been so long, I don't know what my character was doing in my last IC post.
It's been 15+ pages, Scrazz. No-one knows what's going on. I've been trapped in Event Limbo with Kais and Darko, and don't know if I should drop out of Kais', and gak squat has been happening over there.
Every Normal Man Must Be Tempted At Times To Spit On His Hands, Hoist That Black Flag, And Begin Slitting Throats.
Scrazza wrote:Let's get to the point. Can I do some minor RPing today?
Chowderhead wrote:I wish I could, but Dark has evented me into a corner.
Alright, alright, I give in. You can both do a tiny little bit of roleplaying. But don't do anything major please. Character feelings and thoughts are a good idea.
But leave the whacky whacky smacky smacky BOOM! to me.
Character Name: Orto Lucian
Character Age: 176
Character Race: Space Marine
Character Profession: Epistolary
Character Personality: Reserved, Calm
Character Appearance: Tall, with a shock of pure white hair
Character Height: 8' 6
Character Equipment: Artificer Armour, force lance and storm shield
Charcter Bio: The second most senior librarian in the Sons of Orar chapter, Orto Lucian is both a fearsome warrior and a learned librarian. His hate of tyranids has driven him many a time to leave the fortress monastery on Armato to scour space hulks in an attempt to forever cleanse the galaxy of their stain, accompanied only by his bodyguard of sternguard veterans.
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Character Name: Orto Lucian
Character Age: 176
Character Race: Space Marine
Character Profession: Epistolary
Character Personality: Reserved, Calm
Character Appearance: Tall, with a shock of pure white hair
Character Height: 8' 6
Character Equipment: Artificer Armour, force lance and storm shield
Charcter Bio: The second most senior librarian in the Sons of Orar chapter, Orto Lucian is both a fearsome warrior and a learned librarian. His hate of tyranids has driven him many a time to leave the fortress monastery on Armato to scour space hulks in an attempt to forever cleanse the galaxy of their stain, accompanied only by his bodyguard of sternguard veterans.
NOW DOING COMMISIONS! PM for details Shameless self promotion FTW!
) will still have plenty of surprises to face! 
