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 jhe90 wrote:
A good old fashioned ork hunt, what a better way to end the day after dropping a battle cruiser on orks or beheading a gargant with a moving battle barge. Plus a dead ork seems a good way to cement the alience.

Though someone might need to patch the ultramarines armour abit though first.

And if you need a number for who gets the kill, 37

Lets not forget immolating the rest of the continent

 jhe90 wrote:
A good old fashioned ork hunt, what a better way to end the day after dropping a battle cruiser on orks or beheading a gargant with a moving battle barge. Plus a dead ork seems a good way to cement the alience.

Though someone might need to patch the ultramarines armour abit though first.

And if you need a number for who gets the kill, 37

Who cares about patching up armour? Certainly not Aurelius. The Codex does most certainly not support this action.

Actually, my number see to indicate Aurelius gets the kill, but I reckon we can roll off and who ever gets closer gets the kill?

OP, if you'd do the honours?

Rolling off seems a good way to do it.

Totally objective way to decide :-)

Yeah well half a continent, plenty of planets in the empire.

So, we're going to need a random number? If someone could supply it, keep it secret, then jhe90 and I post numbers and whoever is closer gets the kill?

Seems fair, il take 37. Makes it nice and random

I should go write about killing that preacher...

Cool, I take 72. May the best man win!

I need to recsue some sisters too, and free slaves.

Maybe have them done on wensday

Lol should I just bomb the guy from space?

But sisters, im a templer remember.

Shared faith and all.

 jhe90 wrote:
But sisters, im a templer remember.

Shared faith and all.

what are you even talking about?

My character, templers, sisters, a good angle for having some fun with the story.

 jhe90 wrote:
My character, templers, sisters, a good angle for having some fun with the story.

All Sororitas read about the Black templars.

"Save me Templar-Senpai!"

Hey, Tactical_Spam, any chance of giving us a random number?

 Tactical_Spam wrote:

 jhe90 wrote:
My character, templers, sisters, a good angle for having some fun with the story.

All Sororitas read about the Black templars.

"Save me Templar-Senpai!"

And now I'm scarred for life. I don't want to think about their xenobiology lessons. Especially the Tyranids.

 Sgt_Smudge wrote:
Hey, Tactical_Spam, any chance of giving us a random number?

22

 Sgt_Smudge wrote:

 Tactical_Spam wrote:

 jhe90 wrote:
My character, templers, sisters, a good angle for having some fun with the story.

All Sororitas read about the Black templars.

"Save me Templar-Senpai!"

And now I'm scarred for life. I don't want to think about their xenobiology lessons. Especially the Tyranids.

Purge the heresy

Only flame will purge this heresy. Kill it with fire!

Karak has the honour, I'll let you write the extract up then, jhe90!

 Sgt_Smudge wrote:
Only flame will purge this heresy. Kill it with fire!

Karak has the honour, I'll let you write the extract up then, jhe90!

Give the ultramarine somthing, maybe honour of first blood.

Somewhere on Continent Beta, in an outpost controlled by the Remnants, the Commander looks up from the dataslate he'd been handed a few minutes ago. His facial expression a combination of shock, surprise and utter disbelief, he stares at the rest of his men, who were all as confused as he was.

His voice was frail, his mind incapable of comprehending how what he was reading could have really happened, as he spoke to the silent room;

"They did fething what?"

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“I think we’re lost”, a World Eater said in an abnormally calm tone. “I told you we should’ve gone right at that intersection.”

The group of Berzerkers had been walking through the streets of some abandoned hab-blocks for more than a day now, desperately trying to find the local Adeptus Mechanicus outpost that was supposed to be somewhere out here. Looting the place would provide the Remnants with some extra firepower and much-needed ammunitions, and they needed those resources secured now rather than later. But much to the group's frustration, the outpost itself seemed to have vanished into thin air alongside the workforce that used to live here.

“ARE YOU QUESTIONING ME?”, Lord Ravager roared in response, damn near hacking another Berzerker standing next to him apart as he violently turned towards the World Eater. He was in a foul mood. It was a rare occurrence, which was a small miracle in and of itself, considering he was a servant of the Blood God and leader of the Remnants’ berzerkers.

There were only two things that absolutely drew the Lord's ire when he was out of combat, and those were walking all day long without getting to kill something while in an active warzone, and his snotty subordinates thinking they knew better than him.

Ever since that fool of a Dezmon had managed to get himself killed, the other Berzerkers had grown a bit more ambitious, each of them more than willing to take the now vacant position of Berzerker Champion. Some of them even went a step further and aimed to become the new Lord Ravager, even though he wasn’t actually dead yet. He’d been forced to kill at least three of his own men since Dezmon’s demise, and if they didn’t find something else to kill sometime soon, that number would increase dramatically over the next few hours.

“HOW CAN IT BE THAT AN OUTPOST OF THOSE BLASTED MACHINE-LOVERS IS SO DIFFICULT TO FIND?”, Lord Ravager roared to the skies, his patience running thinner and thinner with each passing minute.

“Maybe the outpost is undergrou-“, a marine from the Harvest replied, stopping his sentence right before it was supposed to end, as he realized the mistake in bringing up that possibility.

Lord Ravager shot him a malevolent gaze, one that would have killed a regular man outright from the pure, undiluted fury that radiated from it.

“You mean to tell me…”, Lord Ravager spoke, his tone filled with the same seething rage that had nestled itself in his eyes, as he took a step towards the marine, “…that we could have been walking on top of this outpost…. All. This. Fething. Time?”, he continued, his face inches away from the Harvest marine’s.

The marine barely had time to react before Lord Ravager picked him up by his collar and smashed him into the nearest wall.

“CURSE THIS WRETCHED PLACE!”, Lord Ravager exclaimed, as he threw the marine at another wall, using all of his strength to hurl the screaming Berzerker as far as he could.

However, as the marine’s head collided with the bricks of the industrial building’s wall, it produced a very odd sound. The wall didn’t break from the impact either, its surface only rippling, as if someone had tossed a rock into a pool.

Lord Ravager smiled wide, and continued to do so as the cloaking shield triggered the alarms, and panels in the street opened up, revealing the shiny forms of Skitarii and Battle-Automata.

"Fething finally", he whispered, as he revved up his chainaxe and hurled himself into the fray.

Random number gen got you a 16,

It killed the orks lol

"No response from Imperial Command, Force Commander. Your orders?", asked a female voice.

On the bridge of the Aurora Chapter's flagship, Domination, was a somber scene familiar to his servants who sail the unending black. The massive room was very dim with only a few candles and various glowing monitors providing light. Chapter serfs, regular humans bound to service to the Astartes, were practically glued to their stations. To maintain a large and poorly understood vessel such as a battle barge was no small feat. The chittering of servo skulls, the grinding of auto-quills as they printed out literally hundreds of feet of parchment per minute and the murmuring of the bridge crew broke up the oppressive silence of the void craft.

Standing atop a large podium overlooking most of the bridge was Force Commander Zuelen. This Space Marine was clad in full Mk. 4 power armor. A heirloom that has been passed down from Astartes to Astartes for over ten millennia. The suit has been augmented by generations of tech marines who have embellished and modified it to the point where it only superficially resembled the original armor issued to the Ultramarines in the dark days of the Horus Heresy. He rested a hand on the pommel of his sheathed sword and clutched his belt with the other. His face was hidden by the leering form of the Mk.4 helmet. Through a speaker on his armor a metallic voice crackled.

"Send down our scouts to one of the crash sites our preliminary scans have discovered. Once we have found a suitable location we will set up a base of operations to conduct our war against the Xenos menace from. Alert 2nd company to prepare for armored assault. 3rd will ready themselves in their Drop Pods and Thunderhawks. Once 3rd has landed and secured the location 2nd shall land. Upon their landing they will await further orders. Did you catch all that?", Zuelen asked.

"Relaying your orders now, Force Commander", the communications officer replied. She relayed his orders to the relevant company commanders.

Across the Astartes fleet the battle brothers readied themselves for assault. Rhinos were fueled, Lascannons were charged up, Predators were reloaded, Dreadnoughts awakened from their slumber and Drop Pods filled up. The Strike Cruiser Years of Glory positioned itself to drop it's baleful cargo onto the designated landing zone. 8 Drop Pods and two Thunderhawk gunships rocketed out from the ship screaming towards the crash site. It would not be long before the Angels of Death would be upon the local Orks.

Can we get some more chaos into the system so we can have a propper battle? I feel we obliterated the orks with the strike cruiser

I could drop Eldar, say they managed to accomplish whatever enigmatic goals they had and left to play some Chaos. I don't really mind either way since I equally enjoy writing for villains.

I. feel like we killed the orks way too fast.... or did we?...

 Tactical_Spam wrote:
Can we get some more chaos into the system so we can have a propper battle? I feel we obliterated the orks with the strike cruiser

Still plenty of orks left! We only killed the buggers that were on continent D, and I'm sure there are still some roving warbands?

 Sgt_Smudge wrote:

 Tactical_Spam wrote:
Can we get some more chaos into the system so we can have a propper battle? I feel we obliterated the orks with the strike cruiser

Still plenty of orks left! We only killed the buggers that were on continent D, and I'm sure there are still some roving warbands?

You mean Continent D, E, and F. We shot up the continent so hard we created two more tectonic plates

 Sgt_Smudge wrote:
And here is the map! If your faction isn't on this, I do apologise, and will update as soon as possible. All placings are not exact, just approximate.

Red dots are Hive Cities, Blue dots are Manufactorums or Refineries, and Yellow dots are Points of Interest.
As you'll notice, the entrance to the vault is not placed, as it hasn't been directly discovered by anyone yet.

Plenty of orks, several continents, a date repository, eldar and a chaos fortress, we have plenty yet to kill.

For one reason or another the Grot never detonated the alleged "Gtifinda". The Orks waited around patiently for what seemed like an eternity but in reality was only about 30 minutes. Confident that their loot was secure the Orks looted the manufactorum of anything of value. The Eldar of Craftworld Iraalnae had vanished as quickly as they appeared. Whatever strange goals they had may have been accomplished. Or maybe it had been decided that further interference was no longer necessary. Either way, these Eldar were gone.


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Deep within the bowels of Hive Fordring, beneath centuries of urban decay and pollution, was a gathering. Black robed figures stood around a glowing circle inscribed with unholy runes. Strewn across the circle were the mutilated corpses of Imperial clergymen. The dread symbol of Chaos was carved into their forehead and their stomachs cut open to allow their blood to run onto the unholy ground. Soon the cultist's dread ritual was complete: A tear in reality opened. Many of the cultists in the circle were driven mad by exposure to the raw energy of the warp. A few of them even suffered fatal brain hemorrhages. However, those that survived the painful ordeal of completing the ritual were.. changed. They felt stronger. More importantly, they could not shake the feeling of being watched by some unknown power. They knew deep within their bosom that the eyes of the gods were upon them.

Stepping out from the warp rift were the large, hulking forms of Chaos Space Marines. They wore more baroque versions of the familiar power armor of their Imperial counterparts. More importantly, these traitor Astartes wore older marks of power armor including some pieces from the ancient Mk II. Their armor was painted black with a gold trim. Their helmets wore an expression of pure anger and hatred with sharpened teeth like objects placed within the grille. The lenses glowed a bright blue color as if they projected the very essence of the warp from the eyes of the wearer. Black Legionnaires. Or at least a warband of the Black Legion. A full hundred of these grim warriors stepped out of the rift. The already patchwork look of these Astartes from the salvaged armor they wore was compounded by the myriad of weapons they wielded. Some of them were organized into groups roughly analogous to an Astartes tactical squad. Some wore jump packs and carried various close combat weapons. Some even wore bulky tartaros pattern Terminator armor that had been corrupted by their sojourn into the Eye of Terror.

Finally, the leader of this warband stepped out of the gate along with their vehicle support. Over half a dozen Rhinos in total along with a vew Vindicators, Predators and even a corrupted Spartan Assault Tank. The leader climbed ontop of his Spartan and looked across his warband. This Chaos Lord also wore Terminator armor though this armor was much less ragged looking than that of his followers. A defaced Crux Terminatus could be seen on his left shoulderpad along with a yellow power armor gauntlet.

"My fellow Legionnaires. Welcome to Gallor Prime. Today will be the beginning of our dark crusade against the lap dogs of the Emperor. The weaklings that call themselves warriors will know true ruin from this day out. We will not just destroy their cities. We will not just slaughter their families. We will not just fill their hearts with despair", he said. The Chaos Lord paused for a moment. His followers looked at him expectantly.

"We will desecrate their churches. We will deface their holy Aquila. We will turn the very earth they walk upon into a poisonous, mutated ash that even the hardiest plant life couldn't colonize. My Legionnaires! I am the true judge of men! By my hands the servants of the false Emperor will be remade! And each and every one of you will reap the rewards of conquest! Go, my Legionnaires! Go and redeem this world!", the Chaos Lord said. He got a resounding cheer from his warband. They boarded their transports or activated their jump packs. Chaos Lord Ferian the Ashen grinned widely beneath his helmet. He got into his Spartan Assault Tank along with his person retinue of Chaos Terminators, a Terminator Sorcerer and even a Warp Smith.

"My Lord. I am sensing... others on this world. Other servants of the gods", the Sorcerer said.

"Mmmm. It seems we have competition, Andrious. Perhaps it would be expedient to form an alliance with these other warbands", Ferian said.

"An alliance? You just said competition".

"It is like that ancient maxim states, dear Andrious. Keep your friends close and your enemies closer".