Andreyich

Inquisitor or Rouge Trader interest check (Warhammer 40(ish)K).

Alright. If its Inquisitor any idea what Ordo it will be? Personally I'd be most interested in Ordo Malleus for a hope of making a Grey Knight

The Division | Mao Mao & Andreyich

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LINCOLN TUNNEL // HUDSON YARDS

Figuratively. Fucking figuratively. This is what Marines meant when they said Army eats crayons. He had fallen into the stereotype of a grunt that had shooting as his only ability and fell for such nonsense. The Agent was angry as all hell, though his face didn't twitch the slightest amount to reflect this.

The man raised his rifle, thoughtfully deciding that this creature wasn't worth a bullet and that all the suffering of her last moments would be more than deserved. Once more the woman's speech seemed to be ever so similar to Don's own beliefs regarding criminality, but deep down he also knew that there was a fine line between himself and the officer. Namely, there was the fact of those he likewise considered "degenerates" would be rather few that the woman and her comrades did. Still, this moment was sobering. Badger made sure he'd keep this event at the back of his mind so that he wouldn't stoop to the levels of Ms. McKinney.

What the woman said was not very informative to be frank, at most it revealed there was a good deal more rogue policemen about the city which was a natural following from the fact that already two were corrupt enough to shoot innocents.

Just as these thoughts ran through the head of the soldier there was soon the sound of more police coming to the scene, clearly ready to kill after having been attracted to the scene by the sound of gunfire. The encounter with the officer still kept a seething hatred in the heart of Badger, and he wanted to fight these bastards; after all, they were just coppers with soft armour and pistols. But he knew he couldn't. There was no time to waste, and if he did stand and fight then he'd be a hyppocrite given how recently he considered chastising his partner for even bothering with this fiasco when there was a more urgent task at hand.

Thus the man nodded in concurrence, giving the wounded police officer a harsh kick on the head to make sure she wouldn't be able to recount to her comrades where the two agents had gone. With that done he ran over to Bates with rifle in hand. Well, now was a better time than any he supposed. "We shouldn't have done that, playing hero. There's a job we had to do, saving a single person - especially when they just get shot right afterwards - isn't worth it when completing our current objective might save a lot more." The whispered words were extremely utilitarian, but Badger meant them wholeheartedly and (although admittedly he had never run into such a situation) he would not let personal feelings get in the way of his duty; even if that civilian was from his family he would have known that the right thing to do was think of the greater good.

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Inquisitor or Rouge Trader interest check (Warhammer 40(ish)K).

tentatively interested, TT or...?

Heroes of Might and Magic: Defying the Gravekeep

As Brandon rose crying out for help, it seemed that the spectral faces coalesced into one miasma before dissipating into regular old smoke — it was as if the supernatural experience the Lordling just had was all a momentary hallucination. Faces in the smoke? Preposterous! The plea was unheeded by whatever men were making the noises of clanking steel, at least not properly. The sounds of movement stopped momentarily as if some men stopped to listen to make sure if they actually heard something, but yet another soft rumble got them moving once again; shadows of legs and bodies would now be visible from dancing shadows born from what was probably torches, but they were clearly leaving with no desire to return.

The Unicorn was left to fend for himself, or perhaps not. Plink. A droplet of blood fell from the young noble into a puddle of more of the same. It was black, looking more as if it belonged in an inkwell. It had come from Brandon himself that much was certain, and it would certainly explain why he was now so pale.

Suddenly the blood on the ground started bubbling much like if it was boiling, stopping only after about half a minute or so. Rather than reflecting what was in the room, a beckoning image was there. It would be of a bald androgynous figure, pale and motioning with a finger to come forth. The puddle of blood was no bigger than a teacup plate and at the youth's feet, but still it would seem as if the beckoning person was close enough that the boy could reach out and touch. The entity smiled, and began to open its mouth as if to speak. Its eyes glowed with a golden sheen reminiscent of what Brandon may have seen from Priests and Inquisitors using the power of Elrath. But several things would jump to catch Brandon's attention in a sequence: a bit of marble broke off the ceiling with some dust falling at the Lordling's side. A swarm of different critters from spiders to maggots crawled out of one of the bodies present, their unison movement ever audible, and one of the banners on the walls caught fire with a whoosh.

A helmet started then started to roll down from near the zenith of the mausoleum, bouncing slightly with a metallic tonk noise each time it struck a step. It was a helmet reminiscent of Imperial Squires, albeit far more ornate. With its descent it seemed that the lower it got the more it adjusted the direction of its roll towards Brandon, but all the while the androgyne figure was beckoning in a manner that was supernaturally enticing.

One good thing about today.

found an old coin with the lads

Andy's hunt for kin-spirit dreggs

True to yourself.

Ember Grove - Reboot

Well the corpse was buried and the Macedonian had received his file on the witches, and Dr. Florescu even had time to quietly go back into the university to use their computers in a slightly illicit way with the aim of making sure all was what he previously believed it to be. Satisfied after looking through databases of the university, he went back to his car thinking about the day, and the one to follow. Valentin was a man of faith himself, but he did feel that Josef was getting himself engaged with the wrong crowd. The Holy Saviours were batshit insane from what he could tell, and cannon fodder against the witches was their ultimate fate insofar as he could see. The true extermination of their breed would come from professional operators, men in the night extinguishing the unholy lives with not a sound coming from them. Men who didn't rely on the sole power of God as the Holy Saviour freaks, but rather those that relied on his wisdom to make ingenious weapons and munitions to slaughter the supernatural blight upon earth. In the past centuries it was only the bravest and greatest of men who could go forth and fight these beasts. The Knights of yore insured many fell foes were brought down, but they could only take on the small fry. Now the way of the sword was passed on to men who had advanced technologies at their grasp and could bring an end to the tyranny of monsters millennia old. It was one such monster Valentin sought in Ember Grove, and it would be his magnum opus to finally end an animal that had met Kings of Sumeria. Perhaps he could retire then, knowing that he ended a piece of history.

Driving home he decided to take a quick sleep before a quick dinner so that he could face the people at the Operation Humanity base more readily. Getting shut eye just long enough to rest without going into true REM sleep Valentin made himself a sad dinner ubiquitous to single guys; eggs with whatever was in the fridge thrown in to catch the four main food groups: crispy bits, fat, starch and sugar. He wasn’t going out on an operation tonight so he didn’t even bother going for his equipment, only really taking his thermal imagers and sidearm. He made sure to change however, as well as changing his license plates before driving out. It was a while before he made it to the OH base, showing his ID to get in and park. He would approach whoever was on duty at the entrance, once more flashing his ID along with the text he received from the mustached leader of the place. “I need to speak with Colonel Trotter and some higher-end Hunters very urgently. I have some information in regards to the little shit he wants to capture and I believe the means to do so.”

The Protectorate: A Legal Interest Check

Tentative interest.

P.S. @Goldeagle1221 would there be a council seat for either the gendarmes/police or for heads of guilds of some sort?

Ember Grove - Reboot

The girl had run off, and not wanting to get himself into any more situations Valentin decided now was his time for exeunt. For him the exhibit was done, and thank the Lord. The place had contained hippies, rich bastards and at times the unholy union of the two. Dear God his knuckles itched. But there was serious business at hand, and so leaning against his car the Professor only waited for his friend to whom he waved once he saw him, motioning for him to come take a seat with him in the SUV so they could have a nice private chat. Frankly he didn’t even want other hunters overhearing what had happened, knowing associating even with a nominal member of the Holy Saviours wasn’t the best optics. “Ah, Josef. Good to see you. Who was your friend?” he said, making polite small talk before they could discuss the night jobs. “How have you been?”

Josef returned Valentin’s nod with one of his own as he sat down next to the hulk of a man. “She’s just some student I met on the way out. Figured I could make sure she made it over here safely. You know what prowls around at night around here, after all.”

The professor let out a humoured “hmph” noise from his nose as Josef elaborated on the girl. “I don’t think she’s at risk in the very middle of the campus. But nevertheless: ‘how gallant of you’.” Valentin laughed at “old man”, even if in truth there was a pang or two of insecurity at the sound of the words.

“Well, I’ll get to it then. First of all I must ask a little favour. In the trunk of my car is a… friend who needs to be hidden. If you’re free then I’ll ask for help bringing them out to the woods but if not then simply for a little access to the cleaning stuff you have. There’s not much left of him so I don’t think it’ll be too difficult to dissolve and then dispose of the fiend.”

Valentin paused to take a sip of his tea while a car with obnoxiously loud rap music drove by and then continued when once again there was guaranteed privacy. “There’s two people at the university that need to be dealt with. One is a student, a warlock from what I can tell. I overheard him talking with another student about going to the family cabin, and I saw when his father went to pick him up that the bastard smoked. I don’t think it would be too improbable if at a family weekend getaway daddy left a cigarette burning and the house went up in flames. Such tragedies happen all the time, no?” The hunter smiled and waved to a fellow professor going to his car, the action intended as much to keep appearances as to punctuate the conversation. "There is also a TA, a werewolf I believe. Her lover gifts her all sorts of shitty jewellery in public, but it is from only the silver examples she recoils. I also saw her eyes go funny once. We teach different times and departments but I don't think a deeper investigation into her will be hard. Probably goes to the woods like the rest of her kind every so often. Both were here today."

“Perhaps you’re right, Valentin. But these supernaturals can be unpredictable and bold.” Josef had a feeling the supernaturals would start acting erratic once they caught wind of hunters on their trail, like a cornered beast. Especially with a hunter like Valentin making the rounds- the veteran hunter was one to send a message. Lord knows what Valentin had done to his “friend” in the trunk.

“The body shouldn’t be too hard to get rid of. We’ll have to clean your trunk too later as well. Don’t want the off chance some blood shows up on a black light.” As he spoke to Valentin, Josef scanned the parking lot, a bit wary of any passerby. The last thing they needed was some normie listening in on them, or worse yet, a supernatural they didn’t know about yet. “I don’t have much time tonight to help you with that suspected warlock and werewolf. Xavir wants the Saviors to meet. Something about witches he might have uncovered, and of course he wants us to prepare for a raid in the days to come. I wanted to ask you if you knew anything about some coven named the “Circle of the Ancients”? Xavier seems to think he’s found some evidence that a chapter of that coven is operating here, in Ember Grove.” Josef sighed as he rubbed his head thinking about the frustrations he had with his newly found Christian friends. “Seems to be the only thing Xavier cares about. Never seen him talk about anything but witches ever since I moved here, from Macedonia. Sometimes I feel that Xavier has forgotten that werewolves and vampires are also deserving of God’s judgement.”

Valentin shrugged at the first reply. “And what would you do, mop them to death?” it was a joke, although with somewhat of a serious underlying issue it meant to highlight. Josef’s train of thought wasn’t wrong, and it was precisely why a harmless professor of this town’s university carried a loaded M1911 with a silencer to capitalize on the subsonic nature of .45ACP. The “old man” was imparting some of his experienced wisdom; you could never know when a client from your night job decided to contact you during the day, so to speak. He could only nod as the Macedonian commented on the matter of disposing the body. In public life the little passive-aggressive comments to his student was as confrontational as the Professor got and had to date no problems with law enforcement, but who knew what could happen. The dead creature was sealed in plastic for now, but he knew some of the fiends of ember grove could sniff out the tiniest of droplets of now dried blood.

As Josef continued Valentin frowned, but then nodded in concurrence. “I’d prefer to bury it, let its kinsmen stumble upon it to see what fate awaits them all. But if you really need the time for your… meeting, then melting it in cleaning agents will suffice. I have enough trophies and other bits to collect my due off of it. I would like to deal with the warlock this weekend however. Looking through his social media it seems the family is going to the cabin tomorrow and staying both nights, an opportunity that may not return for a while. The werewolf may wait. Perhaps dropping a packet of silver dust in a latte of hers in the near future will do, although I want to minimize the purification we do on campus. As for the coven, I can perhaps deliver you a file. I’m only a contractor for the big shots on road sixty-nine, but I still go to their facility. They’re some of the larger fish in the pond as the Americans say, but this is not the reason they’re at the bottom of the kill list. They mostly bother other witches, and they will only be dealt with once all other covens have been slaughtered. I concur with this truth be told. Though given the opportunity of course I would feed them their own entrails, there are more dire threats for now. They do have a Chapter here if intelligence is right. I will give you the file as I said, but I suggest you steer your new buddies towards other covens."

“More likely some kid on a hike a few weeks from now would find it if we buried it. Don’t need unwanted police attention on us any more than we have to.” Valentin was always one for theatrics, which surprisingly hadn’t got him killed yet. Maybe he was just that lucky. “If you go to one of those organic stores, you could probably get some colloidal silver, slip it into some water. It is one of those health “fads” these Americans seem fond of. Probably won’t kill her. Probably will be very painful, though. As for convincing Xavier to not go after some witches.. I would probably have more luck trying to argue that the sky isn’t blue. I don’t think the Holy Saviors would take too kindly to a newcomer challenging their enigmatic leader. Still, any intelligence would be welcome if you’d be able to get your hands on it.”

Dr. Florescu rubbed his chin thoughtfully, and then shrugged. “Maybe. But I would reckon it would be a kid with a suspiciously good sense of smell.” He shifted the gear stick to D, and started driving down to the university’s road into the woods. “I’ll meet you outside Bobby’s Sports Bar then. You’ll get the papers and we’ll part ways. I’ll text you about meeting some time tomorrow evening so we can take care of the warlock, or perhaps Sunday. After I give you the documents I need to have another chat with my narc friends, apparently a friend of one of my students is some important werewolf they have to capture. You know me, I don’t do capturing. But this is important and should be easy from what I saw of the little shit. I probably won’t do it but I will help do it. I guess the werewolf TA will have to wait, vile bitch. Might just cut her throat in the parking lot or something of the sorts, or trail her home. Maybe I'll buy that silver health-shit to make her 'feel sick' so she stays home. Then I can get her during the work day when there's no witnesses. Make it look like a robbery gone very, very wrong. If you need help with your friends’ new little project feel free to ask, eh?” They were quite far on the road, and there was nobody behind or ahead of the SUV, and putting on a set of thermal imaging goggles Valentin couldn’t make out anybody in the woods nearby either. Thus he exited the car and opened the trunk, handing a shovel and a revolver to Josef while picking up another shovel for himself. After disposing of the corpse they’d have to clean out the trunk Valentin remembered. Yeah, it was annoying and wasn’t as grand a part of the eternal war. But it was important nevertheless.

Ares Solutions Inc. - A modern day PMC Roleplay

Heavy fire was exchanged, almost solely full auto on the side of the OPFOR while being largely done in more tempered bursts by Squad Ajax. Hypatia had done well, the SVD eliminating several of the enemy in rapid succession. The Dragunov was a strange weapon in modern terms, not quite a DMR and not quite a sniper, but in this situation it was perfect leading to quick kills from quite afar. While the cannon fodder at the front of the local warriors were still disoriented with relation to the sniper, the men at the back with proper gear acted decisively; leaving the car he was hiding in the man in athletic gear now had an AR and plate carrier of his own, and together with one of his high-end goons the two returned fire at the sniper with the first shots landing mere millimeters from her. They were adjusting their aim, and ready to shoot again moments later.

The squad by the Nimrs would most certainly be aware of the reduction in the volume of fire towards them as a result of Hypatia's work from the main grouping of the foe, but the Lada was approaching at a very high speed and the two FALs would be a very grave threat to the mercenaries. However, Gorgon sent out a very opportune grenade — it landed a fair distance from the moving car, but while naught of the concussive impact reached it there was also nothing to stop or slow down the shrapnel (beyond a thing sheet of glass) that turned the two men at the front into bloody messes. The two survivors in the rear passenger seats were forced to leave, and they were struck by a hail of SKS and RPD fire that insured all the warriors of the Lada were out of action. Now the mercenaries outnumbered the thugs, but they still had one gambit. One man was still in a good position to operate the DShK, even if fearful of the crossfire that the Ares employees had set up. Thus he squatted low, and after taking a quick peak to orient himself unleashed the high calibre weapon on the Nimrs. While he was blind-firing, the rate of fire and fearsome 12.7x108mm bullets were nevertheless a threat. The two men at the front of the flatbed were also still active, and the one with the SMG now felt confident in taking aimed shots in single-fire rather than small bursts in hopes of suppressing the mercs. The driver meanwhile hit the gas as hard as he could, the vehicles needing a moment to accelerate but soon moving towards the Nimrs very fast.

Moments later the new gunner of the HMG felt confident to stand up and taking careful fire; in theory only one of the mercs would have to draw his fire, and then the rest of the squad could take him on very quickly. But nobody wanted to take that risk, and so Bakker reckoned they'd need to give them another grenade. The issue was however that the driver would most certainly have seen the explosion that got the Lada, and at even the slightest hint of a grenade would likely take evasive maneuvers. An idea struck the Dutchman, even if it felt silly as he got to executing it. He started crawling under the Nimr with his rifle, hoping he could shoot from the security of the vehicle without much fear of fire returned this way. Admittedly he could really only hit the tires and perhaps the lights from this angle, but in this desert night that just might do. As the slow crawl started, the Marine cursed himself for not having taken off his vest and helmet, the useless bits of armour making his movement very slow and troublesome.