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Sgt_Smudge wrote:Actually, I have a question? Can notTyberos communicate with a Blank or Pariah? Seeing as he only communicates via psychic potential, can he not issue commands or speak to those who are not psychic?
Also, how high of a tier psyker is he? (Alpha, Gamma, Delta, so on)
I'm pretty sur that Psykers can communicate with non-Psykers, am I wrong? Even so, his helmet has a Psi-active vox.
And he'd be like Mastery level 4
War Kitten wrote:I just realized that the only people deploying on the planet (so far at least) appears to be me and 2BJ1. We claim this planet for the xenos!
My sharks are deploying on Tarragon
<Dynasty> ~10500pts
War Coven of the Coruscating Gaze ~3000pts
Thrice-Damned Plague Corps ~3250pts
Admech (TBN) ~3500pts +30k Bots and Ulator
Sgt. Vanden - OOC Hey, that was your doing. I didn't choose to fly in the "Dongerprise'.
"May the odds be ever in your favour"
Hybrid Son Of Oxayotl wrote:
I have no clue how Dakka's moderation work. I expect it involves throwing a lot of d100 and looking at many random tables.
FudgeDumper - It could be that you are just so uncomfortable with the idea of your chapters primarch having his way with a docile tyranid spore cyst, that you must deny they have any feelings at all.
I would say 3 tops. Eldar Farseers are 3, and Eldrad is a 4
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
Both 10,000 years old and even when young very powerful.
Old, and even more.
Maybe a greater deamon too. But that's a high power level.
Sgt. Vanden - OOC Hey, that was your doing. I didn't choose to fly in the "Dongerprise'.
"May the odds be ever in your favour"
Hybrid Son Of Oxayotl wrote:
I have no clue how Dakka's moderation work. I expect it involves throwing a lot of d100 and looking at many random tables.
FudgeDumper - It could be that you are just so uncomfortable with the idea of your chapters primarch having his way with a docile tyranid spore cyst, that you must deny they have any feelings at all.
I'm glad people are on board with Meenos. Also, WK, my Kroot aren't going to be some sort of Eldar head hunters, so you won't be completely friendless. I'd offer to be a bridge between the Imperials and Eldar, but 90% of the Imperials would just tune out why the Kroot have to say. And they're lucky that they'd just be tuning it out.
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 highest Mastery level I know of is 4. I don't think any higher ones exist.
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
4, unless forgeworld adds something like Magnus or god emperor. They might be a 5....
Sgt. Vanden - OOC Hey, that was your doing. I didn't choose to fly in the "Dongerprise'.
"May the odds be ever in your favour"
Hybrid Son Of Oxayotl wrote:
I have no clue how Dakka's moderation work. I expect it involves throwing a lot of d100 and looking at many random tables.
FudgeDumper - It could be that you are just so uncomfortable with the idea of your chapters primarch having his way with a docile tyranid spore cyst, that you must deny they have any feelings at all.
aldo wrote: But are you saying the truth or are you just trying to confuse us?
Your own legend works against you TS. Unless it doesn't. Who cares, I'll just kill them.
Nothing works against me. It all works with me in the grandest of schemes.
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.
jhe90 wrote: 4, unless forgeworld adds something like Magnus or god emperor. They might be a 5....
Big E might be 7-8
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.
It's an underwater city, and I believe he put it there because you are sharks, and like water because of 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.
I imagined you would deploy elsewhere, and I'm sure TS will change it soon enough.
Irishpeacockz-Blackjack needs a pay raise for being the welcomer to the crusade
Palleus-Write a school essay about Kroot! Pride. Prejudice. And Cannibalsim.
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.
So I had some stuff written up for the last crusade (Smudge and Rob's) that never got posted due to better ideas or lack of creativity or something someone else posted, etc. Thought I would just throw it out there as unofficial WIPs
First piece is about a strike team that was sent to Gallor Prime to plant a beacon on some obscure bridge so the NO fleet could destroy it and stop some Ork war machines from reaching whatever hive the NO were guarding.
Spoiler:
://Vox transmission in progress...//
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:/
:/
:/ This is the New Order, Veteran Squad designation Tau-Epsilon 473, "Hand of Judgement," We request immediate reinforcements-
:/
:/
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://Vox connection terminated at source
Veteran Sergeant Delarus leaps over the wreckage of a smoldering rhino and slides to Veteran Larr's position. Larr is sprawled out on the ground, blood pouring from a hole in his chest. He vainly tries to reach the big-shoota he'd looted. Delarus stops him and helps him to a sitting position behind a barricade.
"You've seen better days, Brother" Larr coughs, pulling out his bolt pistol and shooting a flanking ork in the head.
"Just shut up Larr and wait for the Hospitaller" Delarus replies, taking Larr's pistol in exchange for Delarus' storm bolter. "Wait, Larr."
Delarus stands up and draws his pistol to accompany the other one. Advancing orks are cut down by the mass reactive hail Delarus pours at them. Behind the sergeant approaches a Sister Hospitaller and Judge Grejer. Grejer sprints to the sergeants position, spewing his acid litanies and mauling down orks with his crosius-hammer. In the distance, Stompas and deff-dreads make their way towards the bridge. Grejer curses and smashes a meganob's skull into the ground.
"The putrid Xenos bring their demented Titans to secure this lowly bridge. Where is our reinforcements, Sergeant?" Grejer curses, spinning his hammer around to knock a top-heavy Killakan off the bridge, sending the greenskin into the jagged ravine below.
"A bloody artiller strike pulped our long range vox, Judge, we need to fall back and initiate plan B" Delarus replies, noting the Dead Man's click of his pistols before tossing them and looting a shoota from a nearby dead ork. The Judge gives Delarus a skull faced glare before moving to help Larr. Delarus lays down a wave of suppressive fire before falling back.
"Its really not that bad, Sister" Delarus chuckles as Sister Shal fills his chest wound with foam sealant. She rolls her eyes.
"Keep talking like that, Larr, and I'll tell High Court to put you in a dreadnaught," she retorts in full humour. Grejer strides over and lets loose a few bolt rounds into the cautious ork horde. Shal moves quickly to let Grejer help Larr up.
"We are scuttling this operation, Shal, fall back and tell our brothers to bring the Stormraven to LZ Alpha" the Judge told the Hospitaller with a solemn glance. Without a moment's hesitation, she takes off running. "Vox chatter says the crusade on this planet is almost through... High Council instructed me to ensure this bridge never lest the Greenskin gain another foothold and prolong our efforts."
Larr chuckles behind his beak faced helm, "High Council wants you to orbital the place? How original."
Grejer unclasps his skull helmet and mag-locks it to his belt. His demeanor is as formidable as his death mask, "Close, see the ork dread legion bearing down on is right now? In, give or take a few minutes, will be gone within half an hour with the assumption you can hall your broken arse half a click to the LZ. Plan is, we lure the xenos bastards to the end of the bridge and bam, drop a vortex bomb."
At this point in Larr's gawking, he was going to interject till the Judge cut him off, "I mean drop in the most literal sense, Larr."
Larr used his stormbolter as a crutch to help lift himself up before turning the Judge, almost giggling, "First, our Templar fathers use their battle cruiser as a weapon and now we use our Drop Pods? By the Emperor's holy beard, Grejer, the times have changed"
With those words said and the massive army charging at them, Grejer and Larr made haste after Shal and Delarus. No one wanted to be on the bridge when hell broke loose, literally.
The second part was about a deathwatch kill team I thought about bringing in, but they didn't make the cut over the NO. This one is unfinished, but I plan to finish it eventually as a short story or something.
Spoiler:
"The Emperor is my shield and my hammer... with his I shall smite my foes.."
Helmet clasps engage and locks a skull faced visage in place. With mighty power-armour servos, the chaplain manages to turn the black bulk of his MkIII armour to his brothers. The closest brother is a scion of Guilliman. His right pauldron depicts a white half skull with an obsidian coloured "U" on its forehead. The skull is set on a canvas of crimson. His opposite pauldron displays the prominent "I" of the Inquisition in fine silver to match the rest of his arm.
"Last minute prayers, Watch-Chaplain?" the Patriarch of Ulixis grins. A fine network of scars stitch across his face like an intricate tattoo.
"They never stop, Brother," the humourless Chaplain replies, his cold voice amplified by his even colder vox unit. "Have you heard from Brother Manual? Has he returned from his solitude?"
"Brother Manual is here, Lord Chaplain" a vox broken voice answers. From the shadows of the hallway emerges a massive Astartes, one who would dwarf his power armoured brothers while he wore none. He wears the bleak onyx and silver of the Deathwatch chapter while his right pauldron bears the mark of the Crimson Fists.
"The prodigal Son of Dorn returns at last!" Krellar, the Patriarch jokes, filling the Armatorium with the laughs of his Battle-Brothers. Manual walks past him and to his respective arming space and begins the Rite of Mechanisms to pacify his weapon's machine spirit. Krellar gives Manual a smug, toothful, grin and begins the same Rite on his own weapon. The other two Space marines eye the chaplain before resuming their work.
"Brother Krellar's insults bring not but a lack of brotherhood..." one whispers to the other, careful not to draw the attention of the chaplain. The chaplain exits the room briefly to speak out of sight of his Brothers with a bulky figure that has been looming there since Manual's recent arrival.
"Indeed. Brings memories of Lukas the Trickster on Fenris, Krellar does..." the other replies hastily, hauling his heavy bolter unto a work bench to finish his calibrations. He fits a long-range scope to the top and replaces the snub nosed barrel with a significantly longer one.
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.
So I'll just bomb out a small area for a base. Simple as that.
Nice writing, I like the Deathwatch bit a lot.
One does not simple bomb the trees.
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.
Kharne the Befriender wrote: Here's a piece of my Carcharodons intro. You'll have to wait until the Crusade to see the rest
Spoiler:
=====The Agrona=====
Taranis sat in his chambers on his Battle Barge, the Agrona, and looked out the window. He peered for hours into the outer darkness that had sheltered them for the last week while they had destroyed the resistance of a renegade colony. They had slaughtered 9 billion souls to purge their taint. They were not the enemy he was hoping to find, but he would gladly carve a bloody path through the galaxy to find the Eldar that damned him to silence. He removed his helmet reluctantly and slowly traced his hand over the marred flesh that was his throat. He stood and looked into his mirror, he looked over every scar on his face and recalled every battle. He looked at the tattoos covering his body and remembered the slaughter they provided. His gaze finally fixed on his own black eyes, they matched the robes he was wearing, both a reminder of what lay outside the window. There was a sudden wrap on the door, Taranis put his helmet back on before moving to the door and opening it. A serf was standing their and eyeing Taranis almost as if he were challenging him. The serf spoke with more resolve than most, “My Lord, there is an astropathic message for you.” The serf’s resolve seemed to diminish over the next few words, “It is from Lord Tyberos, my Lord.” Taranis looked the serf in the eyes and started to communicate with him via psychic connection. “I shall head to the astropath, have Exitar meet me there.” His voice seemed to come from everywhere and nowhere and it was soft, much softer than a normal marine. Such was an affliction of the Carcharodons. Taranis made his way to the ship’s astropath, curious to see why Tyberos had contacted them, perhaps to congratulate them for the slaughter? He walked through the door and was met with the enchained psyker already staring at him. He preferred to speak with him, he was accustomed to psychic communication. “Tyberos sent a message?” “Yes Lord Taranis, that is correct.” “What did he say?” “He has good news, the Eldar of Craftworld Iybraesil and their Farseer leader have been spotted in a small system.” Taranis’ blood boiled and his brow furrowed at the words. “It is the Crion System, he has given you his blessing to hunt and slaughter them.” The door leading to the room opened and in strode a hulking brute of a man, Exitar, the company’s Chaplain. “What is it Taranis?” Taranis turned and looked Exitar in the eyes, their minds becoming one, “Tyberos has sent us a message. the Eldar of Iybraesil and the Farseer witch have been spotted. I want you to rally the men, stir their anger so we may slaughter them.” “Yes, my Lord…” and with that, Exitar turned starting singing litanies of slaughter. Taranis headed to the bridge and set a course for the Crion system. They would wait in the dark until they found conflict ripe for slaughter.
I declare this intro to be Double-Plus-Legit
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.
2) Haven't we already deduced that the trees are tainted by the warp in some way? IE they can repeat the scene from the Wizard of Oz where Dorothy gets pelted with apples, but only much worse?
Irishpeacockz-Blackjack needs a pay raise for being the welcomer to the crusade
Palleus-Write a school essay about Kroot! Pride. Prejudice. And Cannibalsim.
So I'll just bomb out a small area for a base. Simple as that.
Nice writing, I like the Deathwatch bit a lot.
One does not simple bomb the trees.
Explain to me why I can't blow out a simple area for a fire base. If this is the planetary map then these regions are at least a hundred miles wide. If this is just an area of the planet then there is still enough are for me to blow up some trees and build a firebase.
TheEyeOfNight wrote:
Kharne the Befriender wrote: Here's a piece of my Carcharodons intro. You'll have to wait until the Crusade to see the rest
Spoiler:
=====The Agrona===== Taranis sat in his chambers on his Battle Barge, the Agrona, and looked out the window. He peered for hours into the outer darkness that had sheltered them for the last week while they had destroyed the resistance of a renegade colony. They had slaughtered 9 billion souls to purge their taint. They were not the enemy he was hoping to find, but he would gladly carve a bloody path through the galaxy to find the Eldar that damned him to silence. He removed his helmet reluctantly and slowly traced his hand over the marred flesh that was his throat. He stood and looked into his mirror, he looked over every scar on his face and recalled every battle. He looked at the tattoos covering his body and remembered the slaughter they provided. His gaze finally fixed on his own black eyes, they matched the robes he was wearing, both a reminder of what lay outside the window. There was a sudden wrap on the door, Taranis put his helmet back on before moving to the door and opening it. A serf was standing their and eyeing Taranis almost as if he were challenging him. The serf spoke with more resolve than most, “My Lord, there is an astropathic message for you.” The serf’s resolve seemed to diminish over the next few words, “It is from Lord Tyberos, my Lord.” Taranis looked the serf in the eyes and started to communicate with him via psychic connection. “I shall head to the astropath, have Exitar meet me there.” His voice seemed to come from everywhere and nowhere and it was soft, much softer than a normal marine. Such was an affliction of the Carcharodons. Taranis made his way to the ship’s astropath, curious to see why Tyberos had contacted them, perhaps to congratulate them for the slaughter? He walked through the door and was met with the enchained psyker already staring at him. He preferred to speak with him, he was accustomed to psychic communication. “Tyberos sent a message?” “Yes Lord Taranis, that is correct.” “What did he say?” “He has good news, the Eldar of Craftworld Iybraesil and their Farseer leader have been spotted in a small system.” Taranis’ blood boiled and his brow furrowed at the words. “It is the Crion System, he has given you his blessing to hunt and slaughter them.” The door leading to the room opened and in strode a hulking brute of a man, Exitar, the company’s Chaplain. “What is it Taranis?” Taranis turned and looked Exitar in the eyes, their minds becoming one, “Tyberos has sent us a message. the Eldar of Iybraesil and the Farseer witch have been spotted. I want you to rally the men, stir their anger so we may slaughter them.” “Yes, my Lord…” and with that, Exitar turned starting singing litanies of slaughter. Taranis headed to the bridge and set a course for the Crion system. They would wait in the dark until they found conflict ripe for slaughter.
2) Haven't we already deduced that the trees are tainted by the warp in some way? IE they can repeat the scene from the Wizard of Oz where Dorothy gets pelted with apples, but only much worse?
I'm sure they can't withstand bombs.
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War Coven of the Coruscating Gaze ~3000pts
Thrice-Damned Plague Corps ~3250pts
Admech (TBN) ~3500pts +30k Bots and Ulator
So I'll just bomb out a small area for a base. Simple as that.
Nice writing, I like the Deathwatch bit a lot.
One does not simple bomb the trees.
Explain to me why I can't blow out a simple area for a fire base. If this is the planetary map then these regions are at least a hundred miles wide. If this is just an area of the planet then there is still enough are for me to blow up some trees and build a firebase.
The Forest lives
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.
This is a death world, Kharne. I would say the planet itself is more deadly than any force participating in the crusade.
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.
Funny. I recall you saying it was an agri world TS. Not a death world. It's one or the other.
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
War Kitten wrote: Funny. I recall you saying it was an agri world TS. Not a death world. It's one or the other.
I said it was an agri-world
It went from a death world, to an agri-world, to a death world.
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.
An agril world doesn't devolve into a death world unless there's some serious Chaos shenagagins going on, in which case it would probably be a demon world.
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
<Dynasty> 
War Coven of the Coruscating Gaze 
~3000pts
Thrice-Damned Plague Corps 
~3250pts
Admech (TBN) 
bag!"
