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I was thinking about my own intro, and with how it was working out, I think getting a lift would make sense. Despite my appearances in the Avatar Room, War Spheres are rather rare, and I don't think my pack would have one of those laying around. To clarify something: the Admech are hitching a ride with Edward and Co, right? I probably will need that information for my intro.
Irishpeacockz-Blackjack needs a pay raise for being the welcomer to the crusade
Palleus-Write a school essay about Kroot! Pride. Prejudice. And Cannibalsim.
The Admech are getting a ride in exchange for long overdue maintenance on the Sovereign.
They've heard that there are Space Marine ruins and such on Crion, so wish to investigate for precious tech.
Edward has no force going into CoF2, bar Selka, so would be open to hiring or transporting the Kroot. Either to bodyguard the Admech on scouting missions for tech, or just because he's Edward and likes doing the right thing.
My end post in CoF will explain where everyone else went.
Just curious, but did anyone want a part two to my intro?
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H.B.M.C.- The end hath come! From now on armies will only consist of Astorath, Land Speeder Storms and Soul Grinders!
War Kitten- Vanden, you just taunted the Dank Lord Ezra. Prepare for seven years of fighting reality...
koooaei- Emperor: I envy your nipplehorns. <Magnus goes red. Permanently>
Neronoxx- If our Dreadnought doesn't have sick scuplted abs, we riot.
Frazzled- I don't generally call anyone by a term other than "sir" "maam" "youn g lady" "young man" or " HEY bag!"
Ruin- It's official, we've ran out of things to talk about on Dakka. Close the site. We're done.
mrhappyface- "They're more what you'd call guidlines than actual rules" - Captain Roboute Barbosa
Steve steveson- To be clear, I'd sell you all out for a bottle of scotch and a mid priced hooker.
Buttery Commissar wrote:The Admech are getting a ride in exchange for long overdue maintenance on the Sovereign.
They've heard that there are Space Marine ruins and such on Crion, so wish to investigate for precious tech.
Edward has no force going into CoF2, bar Selka, so would be open to hiring or transporting the Kroot. Either to bodyguard the Admech on scouting missions for tech, or just because he's Edward and likes doing the right thing.
My end post in CoF will explain where everyone else went.
The ancient Knight suits that they get to repair will just be icing on the cake I assume?
Tactical_Spam wrote:Just curious, but did anyone want a part two to my intro?
I do
TheEyeOfNight- I swear, this thread is 70% smack talk, 20% RP organization, and 10% butt jokes
TheEyeOfNight- "Ordo Xenos reports that the Necrons have attained democracy, kamikaze tendencies, and nuclear fission. It's all tits up, sir."
Space Marine flyers are shaped for the greatest possible air resistance so that the air may never defeat the SPACE MARINES!
Sternguard though, those guys are all about kicking ass. They'd chew bubble gum as well, but bubble gum is heretical. Only tau chew gum
No, I said I would write one if someone wanted me to. Do you want me to?
H.B.M.C.- The end hath come! From now on armies will only consist of Astorath, Land Speeder Storms and Soul Grinders!
War Kitten- Vanden, you just taunted the Dank Lord Ezra. Prepare for seven years of fighting reality...
koooaei- Emperor: I envy your nipplehorns. <Magnus goes red. Permanently>
Neronoxx- If our Dreadnought doesn't have sick scuplted abs, we riot.
Frazzled- I don't generally call anyone by a term other than "sir" "maam" "youn g lady" "young man" or " HEY bag!"
Ruin- It's official, we've ran out of things to talk about on Dakka. Close the site. We're done.
mrhappyface- "They're more what you'd call guidlines than actual rules" - Captain Roboute Barbosa
Steve steveson- To be clear, I'd sell you all out for a bottle of scotch and a mid priced hooker.
Alright, once I finish my intro for the Kroot I'll send you a PM to look over, BC, and change as necessary.
Irishpeacockz-Blackjack needs a pay raise for being the welcomer to the crusade
Palleus-Write a school essay about Kroot! Pride. Prejudice. And Cannibalsim.
Also, I was writing my general's intro, and tried to make him into a bit of a Kutuzov type, harsh, but fair, a tad paternalistic, but then he turned into an egomaniacal paranoid Prusssian officer with a deep hate of plebs, commissars and Astartes glory stealers.
Oh, and I also turned my Artillery commander into a sick sociopath with a rather macabre sense of humor.
Also, I was writing my general's intro, and tried to make him into a bit of a Kutuzov type, harsh, but fair, a tad paternalistic, but then he turned into an egomaniacal paranoid Prusssian officer with a deep hate of plebs, commissars and Astartes glory stealers.
Oh, and I also turned my Artillery commander into a sick sociopath with a rather macabre sense of humor.
WTF brain?!
How does he feel about Eldar shenanigans and Imperial Knights?
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TheEyeOfNight- I swear, this thread is 70% smack talk, 20% RP organization, and 10% butt jokes
TheEyeOfNight- "Ordo Xenos reports that the Necrons have attained democracy, kamikaze tendencies, and nuclear fission. It's all tits up, sir."
Space Marine flyers are shaped for the greatest possible air resistance so that the air may never defeat the SPACE MARINES!
Sternguard though, those guys are all about kicking ass. They'd chew bubble gum as well, but bubble gum is heretical. Only tau chew gum
Probably envious, seein as he's pretty much a Prussuan general in hell, commanding non mechanised units, as big stompy robots spearhead mobile warfare offensives and Eldar pull shenganijangs to ambush, encircle and destroy enemy forces.
So, yeah, pretty envious, he would like to be out there playing bewegunskrieg and pulling kesselschlachts left and right but he's trapped with a bunch of troops that move some times by foot and other times walking.
aldo wrote: Probably envious, seein as he's pretty much a Prussuan general in hell, commanding non mechanised units, as big stompy robots spearhead mobile warfare offensives and Eldar pull shenganijangs to ambush, encircle and destroy enemy forces.
So, yeah, pretty envious, he would like to be out there playing bewegunskrieg and pulling kesselschlachts left and right but he's trapped with a bunch of troops that move some times by foot and other times walking.
Maybe at some point I can send one of my Knights to fight alongside your guys? I have 4 in the Crusade
TheEyeOfNight- I swear, this thread is 70% smack talk, 20% RP organization, and 10% butt jokes
TheEyeOfNight- "Ordo Xenos reports that the Necrons have attained democracy, kamikaze tendencies, and nuclear fission. It's all tits up, sir."
Space Marine flyers are shaped for the greatest possible air resistance so that the air may never defeat the SPACE MARINES!
Sternguard though, those guys are all about kicking ass. They'd chew bubble gum as well, but bubble gum is heretical. Only tau chew gum
Flayed Legion intro, in the ten minute break I'm taking from this paper:
Spoiler:
Seize the land. Find the Amaranth.
The chaos of a hive city at dusk could not drown out the voice seared into Lazarus' mind. His artificial left eye stared out across the murky shantytown that made up Hive Cogger's lower levels, gleaming brilliant blue in the dwindling light. The massive orb of Crion hung overhead, a taunting target but full of its own combatants. Lazarus had no ambition of setting foot on its surface, but he knew his ordained task might well call him to its battlefields.
He withdrew a slender lho-stick from his battered coat's pocket. The coat once belonged to an Imperial Guard captain, decades ago, and was marred by a cluster of bullet holes where Lazarus had relieved him of it. As such, it did a miserable job of keeping out the cold and stale air that swallowed the hive. But it always inspired the Brothers, and so he kept it, throwing the worn garment around his shoulders whenever he knew he would lead them into danger.
Seize the land. Find the Amaranth.
There was danger in the hive, to be certain. The Arbites had the city locked down as refugees from all over the moon flooded in, each clamoring for a seat on the elevator that they believed would take them to the planet above. Panic was rampant, from which grew unrest, from which grew retaliation, and more panic. The city was awash in fear, desperation, and denial that enemies of the Imperium could reach so close.
If they only knew how close that reach was.
Lazarus lit the lho-stick without a word, listening to the sound of his fellow Brothers rustle in the shanty behind him. They had assembled a vast variety of street-bought weapons and homebrew explosives, all blindly following him and his divine guidance from the Flayed Lord himself. They had no idea why they stood on this forsaken moon, and even Lazarus himself had only the vaguest of instructions.
Seize the land. Find the Amaranth.
Someone was singing on the street below him, an old song from before the Imperium held control of Crion. A song of ancient gods and mythological heroes, and the titanic battles that won them glory. He heard shouts almost immediately, the distinct crack of an Arbites shotgun, and the song fell silent.
Lazarus flicked his lho-stick idly, watching a burning ember tumble slowly down towards the streets below.
Seize the land.
Hive Cogger had wallowed in fear long enough.
Find the Amaranth.
Now it would burn in it.
Spoiler:
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War Kitten- Nothing evens the odds like a reaper chainsword to the naughty bits
Sgt. Vanden- And now I'm a whale with panties. Can't see how this day can get any better.
Everyone's working on their intros.... I need to step it up and get mine done in the next few days it seems
TheEyeOfNight- I swear, this thread is 70% smack talk, 20% RP organization, and 10% butt jokes
TheEyeOfNight- "Ordo Xenos reports that the Necrons have attained democracy, kamikaze tendencies, and nuclear fission. It's all tits up, sir."
Space Marine flyers are shaped for the greatest possible air resistance so that the air may never defeat the SPACE MARINES!
Sternguard though, those guys are all about kicking ass. They'd chew bubble gum as well, but bubble gum is heretical. Only tau chew gum
Thirianna moved as quietly and as swiftly as the wind. She had been on this moon for a few cycles now, surveying, surviving, and watching. It was another routine recon, all she needed to do was reach the bottom of the valley and ascend the other side, and then she could return to her warm quarters back at the Ranger Base Camp. Just as she reached the other side she heard the noise of a small object bouncing off of a rock and turned swiftly, raising her Shuriken pistol only to see a small object tumbling down the hill. It was an idol to Isha she had on here, it had slipped loose and began to fall. Thirianna had received the idol years ago as a gift from her mother, and she still treasured it now years later. It was her most prized possession, even more so than her Long Rifle and Cloak. She began to descend again when she heard another noise, a different one this time. The monotone harmony of marching metal. The sound stirred a faint memory, one that she had not thought about in years. It stirred an ancient dread inside her, along with a furious rage. Then the noise began to grow louder as the source began to get closer and closer to her position. Quickly she dove and hid behind a rock that was next to a rather large tree on the side of the hill. As the steps passed by and off into the distance she peered over the rock to gaze below. Then she saw it. The Yngir, by the looks of him he was one of their “Overlords”. The very sight of him stirred the embers of the ancient anger that she had within her heart, and she found herself reaching instinctively for her Long Rifle. She saw him holding her idol, studying it, looking at it. She grew even angrier at the sight of the Yngir Overlord holding and studying the most precious thing in the world to her. She recalled a passage from an ancient prophecy that she had heard years before, “And the eye of Isha shall dim, closing for eternity. Such a gentle goddess cannot witness such atrocities as they shall wreak.” Then it hit her like a bolt of lightning. The prophecy had been referring to his very moment! She would not let this happen, in an instant she had shouldered her Long Rifle and taken aim. She drew a bead on the Yngir, still looking at the idol. She began to squeeze the trigger when it looked up from the idol almost surprised. The sudden movement threw off her aim when she pulled the trigger. Instead of removing his head from his body, the bolt of coherent light merely removed his arm. Cursing her luck she instantly dived away from the rock and behind the nearby copse of tries. And not a moment too soon. Mere moments after she had vacated the cover of the rocks they were engulfed in a blast of light from the Overlord’s staff. After her vision cleared she saw that the rocks, had been reduced to utter nothingness. Panting behind a tree Thirianna tried to comprehend how close to death she had come. If she had stayed in cover for just a few seconds longer…. She looked to the rock that was there a minute ago, then to what cover she could use to escape. Then she saw the Overlord gesture to his troops, and they walked off, and around the bend to the next valley. She waited a few seconds longer before leaving, to make sure that they were truly gone. Then she began making her way far from that valley and back to her camp. She would warn the others what dangers were arising on this planet, and then she needed to send word back to the Craftworld, they had to be warned about the rising threat on this world. It was time for Iybraesil to march to war once more.
Part Two and the beginning of my Knight Intro to come sometime in the next few days
TheEyeOfNight- I swear, this thread is 70% smack talk, 20% RP organization, and 10% butt jokes
TheEyeOfNight- "Ordo Xenos reports that the Necrons have attained democracy, kamikaze tendencies, and nuclear fission. It's all tits up, sir."
Space Marine flyers are shaped for the greatest possible air resistance so that the air may never defeat the SPACE MARINES!
Sternguard though, those guys are all about kicking ass. They'd chew bubble gum as well, but bubble gum is heretical. Only tau chew gum
How many of you would be upset with a cult of flayed ones showing up entirely to kill whatever passes their way? Like. It'd be a ton of fun for me, but I want second opinions. I'm also thinking a second faction of orks. Opinions?
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Tactical_Spam wrote: Considering how Paradoxical that statement is, Vlad is very much alive as he is dead.
1) Welcome aboard, Vladdy. Flayed Ones would be pretty sweet, IMO.
2) I almost finished my intro for my Kroot, so expect a PM sometime soon (ish), BC. (Making an entire intro a reference? Never tell me the odds!)
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Irishpeacockz-Blackjack needs a pay raise for being the welcomer to the crusade
Palleus-Write a school essay about Kroot! Pride. Prejudice. And Cannibalsim.
I'm pretty sure you outrank me anyway, so call if you need poorly equipped meatshields or a distraction.
Funny, I think everyone on the Imperium side outranks me, which gives me oportunities to send troops everywhere and have my general suffer a Darkest Dungeon playtrought's worth of stress as he sees his "independent command" pulled apart by nearly everyone on the room.
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I've written my intro and it's going in the CoF2 topic itself, as it spoils my ending for CoF1.
Spheal with it. B)
Aldo in all seriousness, I'm not gonna steal your guys, but they may get a work request from the Adeptus Mechanicus. They'd be rewarded in shiny Dakka.
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Seeing as how my Kroot Intro references to BC's characters, I'll wait for my own intro as well. I don't want to spoil things on people, and this definitely has spoilers in it.
Irishpeacockz-Blackjack needs a pay raise for being the welcomer to the crusade
Palleus-Write a school essay about Kroot! Pride. Prejudice. And Cannibalsim.
Well you can share if you drop everyone to just their rank/title, bar Selka and just use his name. That could work. Mine is only really a spoiler because it explains what happened in 2, and why people are missing. I doubt most people care about the Space Pirates reshuffling.
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Thirianna moved as quietly and as swiftly as the wind. She had been on this moon for a few cycles now, surveying, surviving, and watching. It was another routine recon, all she needed to do was reach the bottom of the valley and ascend the other side, and then she could return to her warm quarters back at the Ranger Base Camp. Just as she reached the other side she heard the noise of a small object bouncing off of a rock and turned swiftly, raising her Shuriken pistol only to see a small object tumbling down the hill. It was an idol to Isha she had on here, it had slipped loose and began to fall. Thirianna had received the idol years ago as a gift from her mother, and she still treasured it now years later. It was her most prized possession, even more so than her Long Rifle and Cloak. She began to descend again when she heard another noise, a different one this time. The monotone harmony of marching metal. The sound stirred a faint memory, one that she had not thought about in years. It stirred an ancient dread inside her, along with a furious rage. Then the noise began to grow louder as the source began to get closer and closer to her position. Quickly she dove and hid behind a rock that was next to a rather large tree on the side of the hill. As the steps passed by and off into the distance she peered over the rock to gaze below. Then she saw it. The Yngir, by the looks of him he was one of their “Overlords”. The very sight of him stirred the embers of the ancient anger that she had within her heart, and she found herself reaching instinctively for her Long Rifle. She saw him holding her idol, studying it, looking at it. She grew even angrier at the sight of the Yngir Overlord holding and studying the most precious thing in the world to her. She recalled a passage from an ancient prophecy that she had heard years before, “And the eye of Isha shall dim, closing for eternity. Such a gentle goddess cannot witness such atrocities as they shall wreak.” Then it hit her like a bolt of lightning. The prophecy had been referring to his very moment! She would not let this happen, in an instant she had shouldered her Long Rifle and taken aim. She drew a bead on the Yngir, still looking at the idol. She began to squeeze the trigger when it looked up from the idol almost surprised. The sudden movement threw off her aim when she pulled the trigger. Instead of removing his head from his body, the bolt of coherent light merely removed his arm. Cursing her luck she instantly dived away from the rock and behind the nearby copse of tries. And not a moment too soon. Mere moments after she had vacated the cover of the rocks they were engulfed in a blast of light from the Overlord’s staff. After her vision cleared she saw that the rocks, had been reduced to utter nothingness. Panting behind a tree Thirianna tried to comprehend how close to death she had come. If she had stayed in cover for just a few seconds longer…. She looked to the rock that was there a minute ago, then to what cover she could use to escape. Then she saw the Overlord gesture to his troops, and they walked off, and around the bend to the next valley. She waited a few seconds longer before leaving, to make sure that they were truly gone. Then she began making her way far from that valley and back to her camp. She would warn the others what dangers were arising on this planet, and then she needed to send word back to the Craftworld, they had to be warned about the rising threat on this world. It was time for Iybraesil to march to war once more.
Part Two and the beginning of my Knight Intro to come sometime in the next few days
I like what you did with it.. Only discrepancy is that I have Grulahk sit on the rock for about 10 minutes while Numek and Ultarn show up.
VladimirUhl wrote:How many of you would be upset with a cult of flayed ones showing up entirely to kill whatever passes their way? Like. It'd be a ton of fun for me, but I want second opinions. I'm also thinking a second faction of orks. Opinions?
I might tame your Flayed Ones? And how do they feel about other Necrons? I think it would be cool to have those, maybe you could make it from the Maynarkh Dynasty?
And Chazz, will there still be the Asteroid Belt or is it removed? I feel like it would mess with the space elevator
<Dynasty> ~10500pts
War Coven of the Coruscating Gaze ~3000pts
Thrice-Damned Plague Corps ~3250pts
Admech (TBN) ~3500pts +30k Bots and Ulator
Alright, I changed up my intro to avoid spoilers. It's mostly the same, just a few minor changes that don't detract from the intro.
Spoiler:
Ta'lok sipped on his mug of amasec as he watched the latest newcomer come to the trading hab. No one took any heed of the arrival, a human, who looked surprisingly calm with the surroundings of various xenos species for an Imperial. "You. We don't serve your kind, Imperial." The Demiurg barkeep grumbled, while glaring right at the trooper. Ta'lok allowed himself a smile; this far from the Imperium's crusades, they could make fun of its citizens as much as they wanted to. A few warp jumps in the wrong direction and they'd be in the prime location to be executed as some godless monster, however.
The man simply glared back at the Demiurg, and continued on with his path. One rather large alien, a Chuffian, stepped in front of the man, and growled at him. "Watch ore step, oomahn. It's danjuris out 'ere."
"I'll have to be careful then." The man snapped back, obviously not liking these interruptions. By now almost every conversation stopped, and everyone turned to look at the Imperial and his outlandish outfit.
"Ooh might end up dead." The Chuffian growled again, and gave the Imperial a shove. The man, obviously attempting to control himself, tried to shoulder past the hulking alien. The Chuffian simply laughed, and shoved the man harder, causing him to reel back into a table. The Chuffian drew a power maul, and took a step towards the man, aiming to finish him off.
Before either one of them could react, Ta'lok was already out of his seat and swinging his blade downwards. The Chuffian was sent shrieking backwards as his arm fell onto the ground, still grasping the maul in its bloody grip. Ta'lok glared at the Chuffian until it disappeared from sight, vainly trying to stop the bleeding. The Shaper directed his gaze down to the man, and offered him a hand after returning his blade to its holster, and the soldier hesitantly took it.
The crowds had now given Ta'lok space after seeing him join the fight, which Ta'lok appreciated and enjoyed immensely, not that he showed any signs it. "The name's Ta'lok. Are you alright?" Ta'lok asked the man after guiding him towards an empty seat next to his own.
"Garth Selka. Of house Fairfax." The man said with a nod. Ta'lok assumed that was all he would get for way of thanks from the man, if he was as gruff as he seemed to be.
"What can I do for you today, gue'la?" Tolak asked, while reaching for his amasec yet again.
"The Lord-Captain is looking for soldiers. You pan- er, you Kroot tend to be good at fighting, and do that sort of work for payments. We just got a ship load of cogboys who need some extra arms to fight and cover their shiny metal arses. Would you be interested in that?"
Ta'lok replied slowly, "such an endeavour must be dangerous. And expensive." The Shaper let Selka take that however he wanted. The man sighed, already seeing where this was going.
"How much are you expecting?" He said through gritted teeth.
I like him, Ta'lok thought. "21,000 credits." The Shaper said. Ta'lok played this game many times; start the demand high, and let the employer try to chip it down.
"10,000. That should be more than enough for someone like you to cope with." Selka replied, trying to lightly flatter the Kroot to let his guard down.
"19,500. You could hardly expect me to feed my kindred with 10,000, could you? Ta'lok said, completely unfazed by the vague flattery.
And so the bargaining began, until one final point was reached. "How about this: 2,000 upon entry of the Sovereign, one of our ships, and 15,000 upon completion of the assignment." Selka said, wishing the Kroot would just agree to a price.
"17,000 credits? I accept your offer, commisar. I'll gather my kin, expect us by tomorrow. We should not need much preparation time. Ta'lok finished the rest of his amasec, and shook hand before the commisar departed, and spat on the discarded arm on his way out.
Ta'lok was contemplating whether or not he should get another drink when a heavily robed creature filled the recently vacated seat. "Going somewhere, Ta'lok?" He growled, and the Kroot recognized the man as the human pirate Graydir, a fierce bounty hunter who collected lives as much as credits wherever he went. He recently had been impressed by some Inquisitor who was trying to gain himself a reputation in the area by killing off notable Xenos.
"Yes, actually. I was about to leave to go join your Inquisitor friend myself. He probably needs as much help as he can get." Ta'lok lied shamelessly, while slowly drawing a pistol from underneath the table.
"It's too late for that. You already made the Inquisitor angry far too many times, and that prison breakout was the last straw. He offered a whole shipment of froststeel to whoever got to you first. I'm just lucky I did." Graydir spat back, while slowly drawing his own gun.
"Even I run out of luck eventually. Besides, tell the Inquisitor-" Ta'lok began.
"The Inquisitor is done with you! At best, you'll persuade him to take your mutt Mal'caor instead." Graydir said, obviously enjoying the power he had by being an Inquisitor's pet.
"Over my dead body!" Ta'lok yelled, a moment away from shooting the man."
Graydir set his gun onto the table, his eyes staring directly at Ta'lok's. "I wouldn't have it any other way." He fired his gun, and narrowly missed the Shaper as he ducked down, and fired his own shot back, coating the wall with the man's gore in the process. Graydir slumped over, and Ta'lok stood up while holstering his pistol.
"Guess I won't have that drink after all" the Shaper grumbled, and made his way to the exit, mirroring Selka's own departure.
Also, I noticed that I hardly introduced my faction, I just made a huge reference and showed off my Shaper.
Irishpeacockz-Blackjack needs a pay raise for being the welcomer to the crusade
Palleus-Write a school essay about Kroot! Pride. Prejudice. And Cannibalsim.
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