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2BlackJack1 wrote: 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.
Did Selka stumble into Mos Eisley's canteena?
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.
Here's a grisly part 2 to my intro. Focuses on the Angel.
Spoiler:
"Titans!?" the Governor spat. His raspy voice was as sharp as an assassins blade and laced with enough hatred to make a Black Templar weep in joy. "You said they were Astartes, Lord General!"
The Lord-General wiped his brow nervously with a handkerchief and read off of his dataslate. His voice sounded dry even through the vox unit he had in place of a mouth. "Reports are coming in that the Adeptus Mechanicum have sent their Skitarii and a Titan Legio with the Astartes. Our efforts will be fut-"
"Futile? FUTILE?" the Governor hissed, drawing his side arm and putting a las bolt through the Lord General's skull. The Lord General slumped back in his chair. The Governor looked around the room at his advisors, whom were flabbergasted at what they just saw. The Governor wildly aimed his pistol around the room, "Anyone else have a stupid observation?!"
The room fell dead silent and the advisors ran back to their stations, eager to not end with a hole in their head. The Governor grabbed his glass of wine and drank deeply. His reign would end on this planet. He got out of his chair and shoved past his advisors. He needed help. Help that would not come from any man. The Governor exited the room with an agitated slam of a door and made his way to the librarium wing of his Palace. The halls were empty apart from the thick layers of dust and debris covering the floor. The Astartes were at their door. He needed more time. The Governor threw the door to the librarium open and made his way to the most forbidden section. He only needed to find his salvation... or his doom would find him. He began scanning through the flesh bound tomes. He read things no man should ever read and saw images that no eye should see. He found a skull inscribed in blood with a name no mortal should ever bear.
"Krykk'ryk'yyk..." the Governor whispered. He looked around and behind him.
What did that mean? Is it a name? A spell? He pondered. He rubbed his forehead. He closed the book and a sudden pain engulfed him. He felt his throat swell up and he vomited instantly. His bile was darker than any blood, no, it was blood. His blood. It felt like fire. It was fire... He was on fire. He cried out in pure agony and fell back into a bookshelf. He clawed at his grey hairs until they clawed out and his scalp bled. His skin blistered and welted under the incorporeal fire. From his back grew two great, bloody wings. His hands become long claws harder than adamantium. His feet morphed into hooves. He looked into a shard of glass that originated from a stained glass window in front of him. Through his agony, he remembered that that window had been whole a moment earlier. He looked up further and saw a golden being wrapped in light, perched where the window should have been. The being had two great wings of gold and legs like a mighty eagle. The beings arms ended talons that gleamed hot-white. The face of the being was angelic, its skin was bronze and its hair was as dark as the void. He realized, while looking at the being's face, that it was talking to him.
"You have forsaken the Imperium, Heretic. You have given yourself over to the Dark God, Khorne. Your punishment is death. I am the Executioner," the being spoke. Its voice, no... her voice, was in perfect harmony. It was more beautiful than any choir.
"No... I am the Executioner... I shall take your skull..." something said. It took the Governor a moment to notice that he had said it or something inside him had said it. His agony dulled when the voice spoke, and when it stopped, his agony was greater than before. He begged the voice to continue. It did with pleasure.
* * *
The Angel could not comprehend the words that were proceeding from the hellspawn's mouth, but she knew it needed to end. Around her, the world was distorting and twisting into a macabre parody of itself. The rain that poured down on her turned to blood, the stones turned to skulls and the thunder was a voice that rang like a curse in her ears. The hellspawn leapt at her, claws outstretched. She leapt back into the blood rain and onto the roof of the Palace. The hellspawn was eager to follow and climbed its way up the wall, its wings not yet complete. Its eyes locked onto her and she could feel the malice, feel the anger in them. The hellspawn circled her like a wolf circles its prey. It bore its teeth, sharper than needles. It scraped its claws against the stone roof and drew sparks. The Angel sang to her Emperor, and shut out the Chaos. Not a drop of blood rain fell on her. She saw none of the skulls. She did not hear the thunder's curses. The hellspawn heard the song and grew even more angered. It would skin her and devour her flesh, but she was singing, and was calm. The hellspawn leapt at her, but when it would have connected its claws with the beauty of her face, it grasped nothing. It hit the stone hard and roared in anger. It barely noticed one of its wings were gone.
The loss of the wing only drove the hellspawn on and it jumped again at the Angel. This time, its leg was gone. It scrambled to get up like a cornered animal as the Angel advanced towards it. It looked up in time for the Angel to grab its face with her taloned foot. The Angel flapped once with its golden wings and the hellspawn felt itself leave the ground. If it could have turned its head, it would have seen that the Ange had carried it off the roof and it was descending rapidly back into the librarium. The Angel smashed the hellspawn into the tiled floor of the librarium head first. She was surprised when its head wasn't pulped. It barely felt the pain. It grabbed her leg with one claw, but the Angel tore the arm from its socket. Growing ever so tired of the charade, the Angel let go of the hellspawn's head and smashed her foot through the hellspawn's ribcage. The creature wheezed hard and spat some curse at her. She continued her song and grabbed the hellspawn's head with her clawed hand. It only took a moment for the creature to notice its head was separated from its body.
"I am the Angel, bane of the Traitor's," the Angel sang, half-mocking, half-telling the severed skull. With those words, all distortions faded and everything returned to as it had been. The Angel now held the skull of the Governor.
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.
On the original Ta'lok shot first!
lol, I don't even like SW that much.
Also, how the hell did that random governor get a Khorne relic? do they give them away when you buy Khorne Flakes or something? But I guess that gives the Inquisitor a point, sending the angel, whatever may it be (because when inquisitors are running wild it could be anything, from living saint to daemonhost passing through all kinds of xenos and mutants), big bad demons are dangerous.
aldo wrote: On the original Ta'lok shot first!
lol, I don't even like SW that much.
Also, how the hell did that random governor get a Khorne relic? do they give them away when you buy Khorne Flakes or something? But I guess that gives the Inquisitor a point, sending the angel, whatever may it be (because when inquisitors are running wild it could be anything, from living saint to daemonhost passing through all kinds of xenos and mutants), big bad demons are dangerous.
The Angel has an actual name, its just buried a bit under mounds of other stories.
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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.
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?
I don't think you understand how flayed ones work. They are infected with a contagious flayed virus which could EASILY spread to your necrons. I imagine them being lead by a flayed one who grasps very little sanity, so no. I don't think tamed flayed ones work. They will spread their virus to your necrons and add to my ranks. And to how they feel, they don't. They just follow the leader who will be a flayed one. Most of them are mad. Most necrons are repulsed by flayed ones. I'm not sure about the back story yet. I'll get there. I just want to make sure tactic or Chazz is cool with having a second necron army in this crusade.
Tactical_Spam wrote: Considering how Paradoxical that statement is, Vlad is very much alive as he is dead.
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?
I don't think you understand how flayed ones work. They are infected with a contagious flayed virus which could EASILY spread to your necrons. I imagine them being lead by a flayed one who grasps very little sanity, so no. I don't think tamed flayed ones work. They will spread their virus to your necrons and add to my ranks. And to how they feel, they don't. They just follow the leader who will be a flayed one. Most of them are mad. Most necrons are repulsed by flayed ones. I'm not sure about the back story yet. I'll get there. I just want to make sure tactic or Chazz is cool with having a second necron army in this crusade.
The abbreviation of my screen name is TS
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.
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: I can't even begin to understand how shortening my name ended up with a longer word.
I left out the commisar. You have been demoted to junior commissar...
Boattery Junior Commissar. That is the shortened version of Buttery Commissar.
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.
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.
Looks like we might get a necron civil war. This'll be good...
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
Glad to see people liked my intro. I had a lot of fun with it, but I have to admit it was Evergreen's idea to turn it into a reference of Mos Eisley. I was thinking about writing a combat scene that includes the rest of my main squad, would anyone be against that? My intro only introduced Ta'lok, and references to his Kroothound Mal'caor. I have more characters than that, and they didn't get any love in that, I'm afraid.
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 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?
I don't think you understand how flayed ones work. They are infected with a contagious flayed virus which could EASILY spread to your necrons. I imagine them being lead by a flayed one who grasps very little sanity, so no. I don't think tamed flayed ones work. They will spread their virus to your necrons and add to my ranks. And to how they feel, they don't. They just follow the leader who will be a flayed one. Most of them are mad. Most necrons are repulsed by flayed ones. I'm not sure about the back story yet. I'll get there. I just want to make sure tactic or Chazz is cool with having a second necron army in this crusade.
I know exactly how Flayed Ones work, t'was a joke friend. I don't think TS or Chazz would mind, as long as they have a good or sensible reason for being there.
<Dynasty> ~10500pts
War Coven of the Coruscating Gaze ~3000pts
Thrice-Damned Plague Corps ~3250pts
Admech (TBN) ~3500pts +30k Bots and Ulator
2BlackJack1 wrote: Glad to see people liked my intro. I had a lot of fun with it, but I have to admit it was Evergreen's idea to turn it into a reference of Mos Eisley. I was thinking about writing a combat scene that includes the rest of my main squad, would anyone be against that? My intro only introduced Ta'lok, and references to his Kroothound Mal'caor. I have more characters than that, and they didn't get any love in that, I'm afraid.
Go for it.
Though I hope these intros are actually posted in the crusade thread.
I'll post mine in there as well as here, I just figured I should throw it here so people know what they're getting in to, and since everyone else that wrote one up has it here so far.
Irishpeacockz-Blackjack needs a pay raise for being the welcomer to the crusade
Palleus-Write a school essay about Kroot! Pride. Prejudice. And Cannibalsim.
2BlackJack1 wrote: Glad to see people liked my intro. I had a lot of fun with it, but I have to admit it was Evergreen's idea to turn it into a reference of Mos Eisley. I was thinking about writing a combat scene that includes the rest of my main squad, would anyone be against that? My intro only introduced Ta'lok, and references to his Kroothound Mal'caor. I have more characters than that, and they didn't get any love in that, I'm afraid.
Go for it.
Though I hope these intros are actually posted in the crusade thread.
When we start the CoF:SS thread I'll post exactly what I posted here plus the rest of my intro
<Dynasty> ~10500pts
War Coven of the Coruscating Gaze ~3000pts
Thrice-Damned Plague Corps ~3250pts
Admech (TBN) ~3500pts +30k Bots and Ulator
2BlackJack1 wrote: Glad to see people liked my intro. I had a lot of fun with it, but I have to admit it was Evergreen's idea to turn it into a reference of Mos Eisley. I was thinking about writing a combat scene that includes the rest of my main squad, would anyone be against that? My intro only introduced Ta'lok, and references to his Kroothound Mal'caor. I have more characters than that, and they didn't get any love in that, I'm afraid.
Go for it.
Though I hope these intros are actually posted in the crusade thread.
When we start the CoF:SS thread I'll post exactly what I posted here plus the rest of my intro
Its not starting til Smudge is done.
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.
2BlackJack1 wrote: Glad to see people liked my intro. I had a lot of fun with it, but I have to admit it was Evergreen's idea to turn it into a reference of Mos Eisley. I was thinking about writing a combat scene that includes the rest of my main squad, would anyone be against that? My intro only introduced Ta'lok, and references to his Kroothound Mal'caor. I have more characters than that, and they didn't get any love in that, I'm afraid.
Go for it.
Though I hope these intros are actually posted in the crusade thread.
When we start the CoF:SS thread I'll post exactly what I posted here plus the rest of my intro
Its not starting til Smudge is done.
I know that, just stating what will happen
<Dynasty> ~10500pts
War Coven of the Coruscating Gaze ~3000pts
Thrice-Damned Plague Corps ~3250pts
Admech (TBN) ~3500pts +30k Bots and Ulator
2BlackJack1 wrote: Glad to see people liked my intro. I had a lot of fun with it, but I have to admit it was Evergreen's idea to turn it into a reference of Mos Eisley. I was thinking about writing a combat scene that includes the rest of my main squad, would anyone be against that? My intro only introduced Ta'lok, and references to his Kroothound Mal'caor. I have more characters than that, and they didn't get any love in that, I'm afraid.
Go for it.
Though I hope these intros are actually posted in the crusade thread.
When we start the CoF:SS thread I'll post exactly what I posted here plus the rest of my intro
Its not starting til Smudge is done.
I know that, just stating what will happen
As am I.
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.
Vlad, due to the lack of negativity, by well, everyone, I'd say your in the clear.
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 know exactly how Flayed Ones work, t'was a joke friend. I don't think TS or Chazz would mind, as long as they have a good or sensible reason for being there.
Apologies for missin' ya joke fam.
Tactical_Spam wrote: Considering how Paradoxical that statement is, Vlad is very much alive as he is dead.
I know exactly how Flayed Ones work, t'was a joke friend. I don't think TS or Chazz would mind, as long as they have a good or sensible reason for being there.
Apologies for missin' ya joke fam.
It's all good, I'm just happy to not be the lone Necron player
<Dynasty> ~10500pts
War Coven of the Coruscating Gaze ~3000pts
Thrice-Damned Plague Corps ~3250pts
Admech (TBN) ~3500pts +30k Bots and Ulator
I know exactly how Flayed Ones work, t'was a joke friend. I don't think TS or Chazz would mind, as long as they have a good or sensible reason for being there.
Apologies for missin' ya joke fam.
It's all good, I'm just happy to not be the lone Necron player
I love me some crons.
Tactical_Spam wrote: Considering how Paradoxical that statement is, Vlad is very much alive as he is dead.
I know exactly how Flayed Ones work, t'was a joke friend. I don't think TS or Chazz would mind, as long as they have a good or sensible reason for being there.
Apologies for missin' ya joke fam.
It's all good, I'm just happy to not be the lone Necron player
I love me some crons.
If you ever feel like doing more than Flayed Ones let me know. Much like Chaos, I'm making my own secret base
<Dynasty> ~10500pts
War Coven of the Coruscating Gaze ~3000pts
Thrice-Damned Plague Corps ~3250pts
Admech (TBN) ~3500pts +30k Bots and Ulator
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But I guess that gives the Inquisitor a point, sending the angel, whatever may it be (because when inquisitors are running wild it could be anything, from living saint to daemonhost passing through all kinds of xenos and mutants), big bad demons are dangerous.
You can't demote me, Tammy.
You underestimate how much I can write without needing to roll anything.
<Dynasty> 
War Coven of the Coruscating Gaze 
~3000pts
Thrice-Damned Plague Corps 
~3250pts
Admech (TBN) 
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