[IC] Terminatus: A Warhammer 40k RP [SpaceHulk inspired]

[KabenSaal]

Deimos sighed as the two bickered around her, like children. It was grating on her nerves, and she would not want to be here if she didn't have an important mission. But, just as she was about to bring up their level of maturity, three doors where suddenly present, each wih it's own scent. And, the three scents, or rather the lack of a fourth, caused Deimos to scoff softly and mutter under her breath.

"Well, Nurgle is all dirt and plague, which shouldn't be a problem with our sealed evorioment suits. Slannessh who play with your joysticks and make you forget all about....everything. And Khorne is a bit of a loon, so they might be more than the agreeable level of insane. I'm sure the Chaplain can protect us from any sort of evil buggerations down that door" There was, proving she wasn't totally above them, a slightly prodding tone to her words, but still, she simply watched, not doing anything yet.

[Pripovednik]

Zethidis fell silent as the doors appeared, beneath his helm he glared at the door of Khorne. Lifting his stormbolter to head height he pointed at the door with its muzzle. "We go there." His tone suggested he wasn't making a suggestion. He summoned his servo to be ready for a quick recon scan to know what they were dealing with.

He noticed that the Chaplain also wanting to do battle with Khornate forces, but it seemed he may just be trying to break Zethidis in some way, or perhaps open up his rage upon the enemy.

"I think we are agreed, Chaplain, you lead." Zethidis spoke monotone, he now had control of his emotions.

[GodOfWar]

With the ideals of the Terminator's evident in their consciouses, the path of Khorne opens it's drooling maw to engulf the Heros in it's psychotic antics.

With their hallucinations bulging and contorting evermore, the fellow Astartes are teleported to a blood soaked hall obviously created in the name of Khorne. Unreal visions and bodily fluids make up the elongated chamber, with a large accompanied throne found at it's end. "Blood for the Blood God!", bellows a voice that carries deep into the Terminator's sanity. "Skulls for the Skull Throne!". The ground beneath the loyalist intruders suddenly withers with tendrils, the deformed limbs that creates this murderous carpet soon grasp for the Terminator's, tearing at their mental essence other then their physical form.

The Terminators must make indivual Leadership tests to escape the Daemon Tendrils

Number To Beat; 16

• Rand; 10 = Fail! (Rand is now Prone)
• Aleros; 21 = Pass!
• Deimos; 9 = Fail! (Deimos is now Prone)
• Zethidis; 8 = Fail! (Zethidis is now Prone)

With Aleros, his will strong enough to step away from the life leeching tendrils, is addressed personally by whatever demon inhabits this dream-world.
"Your will is strong! So will yourself to kill your comrades! Khorne demands Blood! Do it! or I will single-handily spill the fluids within you all!!!"

The other Terminators, the tendrils binding their legs and arms to the ground, look helplessly upon a double-bladed death sentence, dependent on their fellow brother's decision.
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• Brother Rand; 4 Actions (Complete)
• Chaplain Aleros; 2 Actions (Complete)
• 'Brother' Deimos Kabal; 2 Actions
• Brother 'Skullcavus' Zethidis; 3 Actions (Complete)

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[Pripovednik]

Desperately thrashing at the tendrils Zethidis does no risk bringing his chainfist to life for the sakes of the brothers around him, instead he reaches for his skull and tries to get it loose. At least then he can identify the enemy and perhaps even find a way out if necessary. While Zethidis struggles he is ever staring at the throne.

Beneath his helm his teeth are bloodied and clenched together, his blood bubbling over a great flame of rage.

[Leolycan]

Snarling as his feet were swept from beneath him, Rand would thrash about the tendrils while holding firm onto his weapons, "I'm going to personally enjoy seeing you bathe in flames!" As he shifted his grip upon his flamer, he'd let loose a font of flame upon the tendrils, careful to direct the flames towards the wall and away from his allies. He would await to see the consequences of his actions as he steeled himself for whatever was to come.

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>Fight against Tendril's Grip
>Flamer shot against floor
>Overwatch/Wait

[Lone Wanderer]

"My oath is my bond. With which I shall endure unbowed and unbent.
My faith, my shield. With which I shall stand undaunted.
My duty, my strength. With which I shall remain steadfast
My zeal, my arms. With which I shall wage war."

These words were hushed across the vox, as the Chaplain knelt on the bloody floor professing his faith, words which granted him strength when the darkness was strongest and the light bleakest, the will to fight the words whispered in his ear, the vision flashing before him of blood and death, and the tendrils which threatened to pull him into the abyss. The Chaplains resolve was stronger than that.

The Chaplain rose, seeing his brothers being pulled down by the groping tendrils as they fought it's most unholy pull.
"Brothers, you must fight! Not with steel but with your will and faith. I fear weapons will be useless here. Remain strong and devout, I will see you free of this taint and the hellspawn which is to blame!" The Chaplains voice bellowed before being muted by the Daemons own. The voice of the damned, asking of him to slay his brethren, to betray everything he was and stood for, in return for his life. There would be no life worth living if he betrayed his kin, to die fighting was honor incarnate. For the first time, the Chaplain let free a howl of laughter.

"You degenerate! I shall not bargain with Daemons, fiends and impure all! My arms are at the Emperor's command. I answer to no other, living or dead. You have tested me, and now you shall be tested, before all of Terra and Mankind! This day, you face Aleros, Chaplain of the Black Templars!" The Templars voice boomed over the vox for all to hear, followed by a storm of bolter rounds released from the Chaplain's own Storm bolter towards the throne at the length of the room. Aleros began his charge, this would be his crusade to wage against the dark, and quite possibly his last.

Actions this turn;
Action 1: Chaplain Aleros fires his Storm bolter at the Throne
Action 2: Aleros begins his charge towards the throne (Assuming it will take more than one turn to get there)

>Chaplain Aleros Status Report

HP; 40 (current 45)
Wounds; 2
Status;
Disturbed; -1 WS and BS.
Emperors Favour; +1d3 WS (When using the Crozius Arcanum)

Weapon Skill; 4d6
Ballistic Skill; 2d6
Initiative; 2
Leadership; 5d6

Veteran Traits in use;
Suffer Not the Unclean to Live - The Black Templars swear to release their unclean foes. Heretics, mutants, xenos and traitors from the suffering of their lives, striking them down with great fury. (Chaplain Aleros gains +1d3, 1d6 damage attacks in the first turn of combat)
Uphold the Honour of the Emperor - The Black Templars uphold the Emperors honour, and face their enemies attacks head-on rather than cower behind cover. Such is their indomitable faith that they can withstand attacks that would fell other Astartes. (Chaplain Aleros gains +5 Health for the first 3 turns of combat)

Equipment;
- Crozius Arcanum; Emperors Favour (+1d3 WS); 2d6 damage
- Storm Bolter; 2d6 damage
- Rosarius; a symbol of office for the Chaplains. The one Aleros wears is an amulet of adamantium shaped into the form of the Imperial Aquila, which houses a protective Conversion Field emitter, -1d6 to all damage allocated to the wearer.
- Indomitus Pattern Terminator Armour; -5 to all damage allocated to the wearer.
- Skull helm; Carved to resemble the face of a human skull, an ancient symbol of death used to mark the Emperor of Mankind's great sacrifice for humanity during the Horus Heresy. Every aspect of a Chaplain’s garb serves as a reminder of mortality’s impermanent nature, and thus, the significance of preserving the immortal soul. -1d6 to all enemy Leadership tests

[KabenSaal]

Deimos was caught in the tenticles and driven to the floor, rather surprised at the turn out since she told them not to go down the Khorne Road, but they didn't listen, and now there where tenticles.
"No~!" Deimos exclaimed, in an unusually girly shrill "helplessly caught by writhing, phalic tenticles that are going to rip through my armour and take my vir..." she then stopped the girly shrill and returned to her normal voice" ...ohh, wait, no I'm not" she quipped, before her Cyclone Missiles Launchers span so they where not facing the ground, and launched a couple of guided frag missiles, using her target finder to strike them with pricision, the flying shrapnel aiming to scythe through what the explosion didn't get.
"Not some young, impreportionally sized schoolgirl anymore" she muttered.

Actions
Action one Squeal like a young Asian schoolgirl
Action two Fire off Frag Missiles

[GodOfWar]

The Terminators, being pulled into the gory dream of Khorne, find Aleros' decision as their only salvation.

Aleros, heroically denying the Daemon's luring request, charges towards the throne at the edge of the room in the name of defying chaos.
"You choose unwisely, Emperor's pet! Now you will see the powers of the REAL Gods!", a tentacle, it's exterior slimy with blood, pulls itself up much like a tree-limb in front of Aleros' stride to trip him. The chaplain's charge was soon stopped by the commanded limb, and his brethren were pulled up from their kneeling position and teleported before him. "You trust in nothing more then a corpse! If you believe so much in a mummified hoax, then your brethren will become what they admire!". Rand, Zethidis, and Diemos all suddenly started to age, wither, and crumble to dust before Aleros' eyes. Their bodies becoming flaked chrysalises, finally breaking open to reveal freshly born Bloodletters, their skin bleeding and maws drooling. The bloodletters prepare themselves for a battle against the lone Chaplain...

Meanwhile, the remainder of the terminators wake up from their horrid dream state, coming face-to-face with a Tzeentchian Daemon Prince, looming over them in an unidentified chamber of the Space Hulk. "Ahh... So you've awakened from my lovely lullaby.", the dark prince cooed, stepping back to allow the shaken Terminators a chance to stand. The Daemon, his complexion blue and pulsing, picked up the only terminator that remained sleeping, Chaplain Aleros.
"Your friend stays still evermore. His effort was valiant, yet dim-witted. He could've woken up with you all, but, as planned, he stayed within his chaotic womb." The lord of change added before strapping the comatose Black Templar onto his back. "Oh, don't worry my children. You will get your companion back, after I fulfill my promise. You will die, as I said." The enemy paused as he arched down to look ever closer to the startled heroes. "You can thank Aleros for that."

A large warped sword bore suddenly down onto the unsuspecting Astartes, the oddly colored flames cutting into all of their flesh.
Daemon Prince hits a random amount of Terminators (AoE)

• Deimos takes a total of 6 damage!
• Rand takes a total of 7 damage!

The Terminators, flung back from the forceful attack, retaliate back onto the enemy with the overwatch they had prepared for the daemons inside their heads.

Rand over watches at Daemon Prince (AoE)

• Daemon Prince takes a total of 11 damage!
• Daemon Prince takes a total of 6 damage!

Deimos over watches at Daemon Prince

• Diemos rolls a 31 for BS
• Daemon Prince rolls a 17 for BS
• Deimos hits!
• Diemos deals a total of 5 damage!

Zethidis, his servo skull coming alive, is able to identify the warp beast before them.

Daemon Prince;

• Xzechavin Nullika; 32 Health

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• Brother Rand; 4 Actions
• Chaplain Aleros; 2 Actions
• 'Brother' Deimos Kabal; 2 Actions
• Brother 'Skullcavus' Zethidis; 3 Actions

[Leolycan]

"Unhand the man, abomination! Perhaps then your suffering the maw of the Wolf will be brief!" With this, Rand drew his blade and charged the Daemon. Though he was slightly setback by the events that transpired, his focus had shifted to saving his battle brother from the clutches of this vile creature. Drawing his blade up, Rand made a series of attacks against the Daemon Prince, in order to force him into his brothers' line of fire.

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>Charge attack Xzechavin Nullika
>3 Melee attacks against Xzechavin Nullika

[KabenSaal]

Deimos wasn't sure what was going on. One moment she was trying to blow away the tendrils, and the next, there was a bloody Lord of Change in front of her, doing what they had a want to do, and running their mouth. After a bit of monologue, she suddenly felt pain, and no shortage of it. Acting on instinct, she fired off her Assault Cannon at the creature, but then regained her mindset more. Shooting at this Daemon Prince would not be the best of ideas, but she didn't want to get her team mates mad at her, so she feigned a jam in her system.
"Crap! Why now?!" She exclaimed angrily into her Vox, before setting about doing fixing motions.

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'Fix' the 'Jam'

[Pripovednik]

Suddenly faced with the chaotic monstrousity before him, Zethidis acted instinctually and charged forward with one fire of his rifle as his nana bots broke free from their imprisonment and charged as he did towards the daemon. As the round from his rifle sailed through the air Zethidis put all of his rage into his actions, the blood that streamed around his body bubbling at the thought of the kill.

[Lone Wanderer]

Dust, nothing but dust. That was all that remained of his brothers now. This would be his burden to bear, and his alone. He would see his mission to it's end, that was unquestionable. There would be no turning back now, lest their sacrifices be in vain. No, he would fight until his last breath, until this space hulk was cleared, for he was a Templar, war and honour incarnate. The daemon had shown it's power, now he would show his.

"Daemon... You have made a grave mistake." The words crept from the Chaplains helmet, anger contained barely within his words, his helmeted gaze fell on the Bloodletters before him. Their very presence was an insult to the Emperor, a show to all the true terrors of the Warp and why it must be destroyed.
"You talk of power, and yet you do not face me yourself... I will dispatch this filth, and then you shall follow. That, I promise." The Chaplain spoke as he brought his Crozius Arcanum to his side, the familiar power humming within. With a bellow, the Chaplain charged at the closest Bloodletter, slamming into it and bringing his Crozius Arcanum crashing into it. His oaths, ingrained in his memory would give him strength.

Actions this turn;
Action 1: Chaplain Aleros charges the closest Bloodletter, swinging with his Crozius Arcanum. He chants his oaths, sending him into a holy rage. (Oaths activate: Suffer Not The Unclean To Live and Uphold The Honour Of The Emperor)
Action 2: Aleros attacks the same Bloodletter with his next attack of the Crozius Arcanum, Unless it is slain, in which case will go for the next closest daemon.

>Chaplain Aleros Status Report

HP; 40 (current 45)
Wounds; 2
Status;
Disturbed; -1 WS and BS.
Emperors Favour; +1d3 WS (When using the Crozius Arcanum)

Weapon Skill; 4d6
Ballistic Skill; 2d6
Initiative; 2
Leadership; 5d6

Veteran Traits in use;
Suffer Not the Unclean to Live - The Black Templars swear to release their unclean foes. Heretics, mutants, xenos and traitors from the suffering of their lives, striking them down with great fury. (Chaplain Aleros gains +1d3, 1d6 damage attacks in the first turn of combat)
Uphold the Honour of the Emperor - The Black Templars uphold the Emperors honour, and face their enemies attacks head-on rather than cower behind cover. Such is their indomitable faith that they can withstand attacks that would fell other Astartes. (Chaplain Aleros gains +5 Health for the first 3 turns of combat)

Equipment;
- Crozius Arcanum; Emperors Favour (+1d3 WS); 2d6 damage
- Storm Bolter; 2d6 damage
- Rosarius; a symbol of office for the Chaplains. The one Aleros wears is an amulet of adamantium shaped into the form of the Imperial Aquila, which houses a protective Conversion Field emitter, -1d6 to all damage allocated to the wearer.
- Indomitus Pattern Terminator Armour; -5 to all damage allocated to the wearer.
- Skull helm; Carved to resemble the face of a human skull, an ancient symbol of death used to mark the Emperor of Mankind's great sacrifice for humanity during the Horus Heresy. Every aspect of a Chaplain’s garb serves as a reminder of mortality’s impermanent nature, and thus, the significance of preserving the immortal soul. -1d6 to all enemy Leadership tests