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*The crisis suit just kinda looks at the marine in his hand, and facepalms with the other*

*The Marine looks unimpressed to say the least.*

"heretics and filth the lot of you"
starts unloading his hellgun into the mass of xenos and chaos adherents

*The crisis suit makes it's armor save, then looks pissed... Somehow*
*It looks around at the still living patrons of the tavern. They are mostly imperial citizens, but there are some in archaic suits of armor, almost fantasy like, and a few inebriated orks as well*
I name you all as auxiliaries in a temporary black crusade!
*Points at the man who so rudely tried to kill them*
Against this man!
*The patrons cheer then raise what ever weapons they have*
((OOC: yep, I just added warhammer fantasy to this thread ))

*Riding on top of a Leman Russ Demolisher, Bob flourishes his Powerfist.*

"Ah, who the hell was I kidding? I LOVE WHEN HITS THE FAN!" A dark grin comes over his face. "And when the hits the fan, I just gotta hit it right back!"

Bob slips into the barrel of the cannon, feet resting on the demolisher shell. Fist aimed skyward, he takes on a form similar to a human missile.

....



FIRE!

*Bob flies with the shell, and both slam into the burning Inn/Tavern.

Kharaxx sighs and picks up his speed, heading for the exit. The massive Astartes run straight through the hapless patrons, crushing those unfortunate enough to be in his path as if they weren't even there.

*Bob stands up from the wreckage that was the tavern, and watches what's left of the heretical patrons struggle and burn. A single woman reaches up to him with pleading eyes. "Mercy my lord...I just wanted to be, be beautiful forever." she cries.

*Bob looks down to her, over his shades, and says.* "Baby...you'd be the most beautiful woman on this planet if it weren't for that little black stain there."

"What!? Black stain where!?" She screams, arms flailing to remove the burning timber to find the imperfection.

Looking up, and drawing a laspistol, Bob says. "The one on on your soul"



Bob begins to exit the hellhole, not noticing the traitor marine thanks to the heat and debris.

What in the name of all things unholu has happend here? I am away for like a few milleiums and everyone gets delusions of grandure! And burns down a tavern?

*And when everyone's gone, the Big Mek uncovers himself from the ruined Tavern, and stumbles outside of it, and have completely forgotten about his Turbo-Laser that went kaboom with the Tavern.*

Ooow... zoggin' 'eck, 'dat hurt.

(And holy crap it's been a long time since I've posted anything on this thread.)

The looming figure of the wolf lord casts a long shadow as he leaves the ruins behind.. His axe feels reasuirngly heavy in his grip as he begins to look for the ones behind the devestation wrougth to this place.

((Trondheim. It is your picture you are portraying not your title...))

*The crisis suit turns to the guardsman*

Stop killing my auxiliaries! I need those!

*His back hurt a good bit, as he presses his hands on it and stretches, before he sees the Wolfie.*
Ey, 'nother tin-can Murine!

(Just let him, Willie. :p)

((How did you know my name?))

*The suit turns to the ork, and offers his the severed arm of another crisis suit, a massive fusion blasted bolted on to it.*

Take this. Destroy our enemies.

Oh, oI sure can use 'dis fer one o' me dreads!
*He grabs it, and almost rips it out of the other's hand, and looks at it a bit.*

(I just said the last part of your username, but I didn't think that was your actual name )

 thepowerfulwill wrote:
((Trondheim. It is your picture you are portraying not your title...))

*The crisis suit turns to the guardsman*

Stop killing my auxiliaries! I need those!

( It is representing my avatar, seeing how I have that symbol my Wolf lord! but to sooth your pains Il find a more wolf like picture)

"The air reeks of taint, both of xenos and far worse! I smell heresy! " he growls before adjusting the great pelt hung across his shoulders

An Ultraliks observes stuff of another universe. WTF is happening here?

 Tyran wrote:
An Ultraliks observes stuff of another universe. WTF is happening here?

*Malal speaks from the void of ret-conned 40k characters*

Warhammer 40k. Warhammer 40k is happening...

 Trondheim wrote:
( It is representing my avatar, seeing how I have that symbol my Wolf lord! but to sooth your pains I'll find a more wolf like picture)

"The air reeks of taint, both of xenos and far worse! I smell heresy! " he growls before adjusting the great pelt hung across his shoulders

(It was okay at first, but alright. :p)

Ey, are ya talkin' dumpy on me, ya git? Ye wanna FOIGHT ME!?

*He straps the Fushion Blaster he got to his back, grabs his "Speshul" Choppa; bashing it into the ground for it to activate, and trots forward at the wolf marine.*

'Den COME GET ME!

 thepowerfulwill wrote:

 Tyran wrote:
An Ultraliks observes stuff of another universe. WTF is happening here?

*Malal speaks from the void of ret-conned 40k characters*

Warhammer 40k. Warhammer 40k is happening...

Damn, I left SC2 to get away from this.

"In the name of Russ and the all father I will rather die than allow you to pass me Ork!" the veteran of the long war in the heaven snarls and presses the activation rune on his axe, gunning the trigger so the chain axe howls in anticipation for the violence to come

Haha, THA'S DA SPIRIT! *He now starts to sprint at the Wolf Marine, grinning behind his metal jaw as he almost gets close enough to swing his axe.*

WAAAAAAGH!

He can feel the smell of the brute as it comes at him, howling its warcry and gripping its axe. as mere meters seperate the two he lunges into action, his enhancned body and the sacred war plate he wears giving him the ability to greet the charge of the beast in kind.

*And as soon as they actually got close enough, he swings his big ol' heated choppa at the marine, which would normally melt through an "ordinary" marine's armor with ease. However, it doesn't seem to be the case here, as it only makes a deep dent, as the ork Mek slams into the Wolf.*

OW!

He feels the blow before it graces his left shoulder, but as the heat stings his face and the crash of metal on metal fills his ears he knows the armour has held up to the savage blow.
Snarling like a feral beast the son of Fenris grinns and offers a quick prayer of thanks to the Iron priest .
"My turn Ork........"

*But the ork pushes himself off of the other, and stumbles back.*
Wha-?

Gripping the axe in both hands he feels the savage beast within him how and tear at its chains. The howling almost drowns out all other sounds, even though it comes from withon his own mind.
"Time to bleed greenskin! Unless you wish to shed ligth on why you ruined the one place I could find any clue to how in the nine hells I ended up here!"

*Still a little bit dazed by the head-on collision with the other, he jumps a bit to the side, with some of his arm shaved off from the axe, and retaliates with the Choppa going right to the other's waist.*
Oh dat's tha 'Umie Git with tha glasses!

Kharaxx halts his rampage for a moment, realising that while he is killing numerous hapless civilians, he is not really achieving much for the battle. He turns around, his eyes widening as he spots a Wolf Lord, a servant of the False Emperor and perhaps even a fellow veteran of the Long War! A worthy skull indeed!

With a blood-curdling battlecry, he rushes at the Wolf Lord and hurls himself at him, throwing his weapons in mid-air, intending to simply use the weight and force of his impact to force the Wolf Lord to the ground so that it will turn into a wrestling-and-punching battle there.

DEATH TO THE FALSE EMPEROR!

(awesome, I was sad this thread had died :( )
*the tyrant guard roars in pain, and with a horrid squelch, explodes into a shower of gore that rains down everywhere*
*the chaos tau starts dancing*

After walking about twenty yards out of the tavern, Bob turns to see it still embroiled in chaos!

"How many times do I have to destroy that place before they get the hint THAT THEY NEED TO DIE?!" He growls from behind his Glasses.

Powering up his trusty powerfist, the lone guardsman charges back into the fray!

"FOR THE EMPEROR!"