agentmanatee

Whispers in the dark (WH40K Chaos space marine RP)

Cause that's a full sized Warband... which would make you a warlord... not a simple raptor champion. The main reason I didn't allow anything like that is largely because it makes you FAR more powerful than Arabar from the get go... it kinda raises the question of why your following him rather than the other way around.
The main reason I didn't want anything like that is for characters to grow... and to make things more desperate. After all, if Crixus has access and leadership of a 46,000 strong army why would we need to steal from the night lords? I understand the wish to be powerful but... we are kinda suppose to be just beginning a pilgrimage of the previously unfaithful. 46,000 troops kinda... well ruins the whole plot... which is pretty flexible if I do say so myself with plenty of room for events you guys suggest. But as I have said, 46,000 troops makes Arabar, and his flock completely obsolete... also he has told no one the name of the new warband, including his inner circle (you guys) and was gonna reveal it after the barge was secured and on its way to the eye

Whispers in the dark (WH40K Chaos space marine RP)

Um @SimplyJohn when did you have 46,000 troops? Also I believe I did say we were all starting on the battle barge... so I'm just a little confused

The Grand Crusade (An Alternative Warhammer 40k Rp) (Open)

Sorry I've been real busy lately, I can get a post up by tomorrow

Whispers in the dark (WH40K Chaos space marine RP)

So... anyone gonna post tonight

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And so we begin, my children

@SillyGoy@Jyoliod@The Whacko@SimplyJohn

Whispers in the dark (WH40K Chaos space marine RP)

Arabar sat, on his knees, and prayed. From his quiet voice fell vile prayers and litanies, beseeching the dark gods to bless his plans, and grant boons to him and his flock. He stopped a moment, and surveyed his surroundings, he was in the cargo hold of the battle barge Killer's Heaven surrounded by the stolen equipment that his flock had smuggled on board. Ammunition, bolters, grenades and other gear were piled up around him, but most important were the gene seeds, hidden away behind stacks of weapons and ammo, they were the building blocks of his flock's future. The strangest item in the hold was one not stolen by the flock, a great, empty Night lords Dreadnought sarcophagus stood ominously above Arabar as he prayed in its shadow.

Arabar looked back to his front, his gear layed out before his kneeling form. His Defiled crozius, placed laying horizontally on the floor before him, his helmet, which he had not worn in a long time, was turned to face him. The helmet had been shaped to that of a snarling Daemon colored in midnight blue, the helmets top knot stuck up with crimson red hair, and the most recent addition were the large bat like wings affixed to the sides, placed to further endear himself to those still skeptical within his flock. Next to his Crozius sat his most prized possession, "Araghast" a bolt pistol that quietly growled, wishing to be fed one of Arabar's belt clips of pistol ammunition, wishing again to kill. Arabar's armor had only just dried from his repainting of it, in the color scheme of his new Warband. The symbol, a black hand with open palm, the Eye of Horus glaring from the center, sat outlined by a white line to show out from his midnight blue shoulder. The semi sentient gun purred as Arabar prayed, going over the plan in his head.

Nearly every marine on board was a member of his flock, save 30 marines. The largest concentration of the infidels, just under half of them, were in the bridge, so a fair number of his disciples were their as well, the ones on the bridge had to die first. The plan was for Arabar to send a vox bleat over the general channel, all the marines would here but the loyalist night lords would believe it was interference, but his faithful knew it was the signal. Those in the bridge would die first to stop any distress signal or ship announcement from being made, and the rest of the loyalists would then be hunted down. If all went according to plan the Battle barge would be gone before the rest of the fleet could react.

Invoking a final prayer to Tzeentch, Arabar finished his prayers, and smiled. He sent the vox bleat, mag locked his helmet to his hip, retrieved his Crozius and "Araghast" and moved to the door, prepared to kill any Night lord who got in his way.

Whispers in the dark (WH40K Chaos space marine RP)

Indeed we may. I will have the first post up soon... and call me "Father" Sorthraal, not apostle

Whispers in the dark (WH40K Chaos space marine RP)

@The Whacko your accepted! Move him to the characters page