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Are We the Bad Guys? - A WH40k RP [Mature]

@agentmanatee I suppose this is the threat of PvP in general: everything gets snarled up in the process. Maybe we should have discussed in detail how things would go before starting that off? We still can, in fact, if you're interested in doing so.

Are We the Bad Guys? - A WH40k RP [Mature]

@Necroes@Jbcool I assume they're not after him because they don't know he exists yet. I imagine things will become way more difficult for every other player once they learn about him and his talents. That, and the two Dark Angels apparently working with him, which is just guaranteed bad news bears.

More importantly, I kind of need @agentmanatee to either kill two characters whose players have investments in them not dying, or to not do that so a truce can be formed after they have a viable ship. Otherwise, how will they all arm and otherwise ready themselves in time for a boarding action?

Warhammer Fantasy - Call of Chaos

@WendigoChan@POOHEAD189 I mean, it looks like the Lizardmen are their own faction to begin with, just that in-lore, they're primarily focused on A. protecting Lustria from daemons, and B. making sure shit doesn't go north everywhere else, namely that magic well in the middle of elven lands that they've secretly been maintaining for ages. With tons of dinosaurs. Maybe in this game, they've finally decided everyone else is being dumb as rocks about running things, so now's the time to take over everything and gather a ton of magic from around the world to finally close really open up that giant arctic hellportal, or what have you. It's not like we're strictly sticking to lore outright, after all.

A Guild Adventure: An RP with Monster Girls! (ENDED)

@Kafka Komedy Fair enough. I actually think I made myself sound unintentionally over-demanding there, so my apologies if I did upset you.

Are We the Bad Guys? - A WH40k RP [Mature]

@Jbcool His name is Lucius, you know. Thorn is just an alias, yanno? But yeah, well-said.

A Guild Adventure: An RP with Monster Girls! (ENDED)

@Kafka Komedy No contribution to Syzsi's interrogation from Tue, then?

Are We the Bad Guys? - A WH40k RP [Mature]

Worth noting, but the actual decision of what ship to board is going to be Vedius'; whilst we should pick a ship to board, it ought to be based on Vedius' mindset of "what is a good ship to board and how". That said, a random Eldar ship winds up being a definite "no" in this situation, since there's no real way for Vedius to know that anything along the lines of the plan Necroes has suggested could be done, and I imagine even if he did, he'd rather object to turning hundreds of sentients into Chaos Spawn like that. I figure it's far more likely for them to just go ramming speed into an Imperial ship's bridge, take the bridge hostage, and commandeer the ship via suitable "persuasion" of the captain, whether social and subtle, or "I will mind control your brain directly via technology". 99% of the crew never even has to know they were boarded, on account of 99% of the crew doesn't work on the bridge.

Are We the Bad Guys? - A WH40k RP [Mature]

Is this what being part of an evil party in a TTRPG is like? I think this is what being part of an evil party in a TTRPG is like.

Are We the Bad Guys? - A WH40k RP [Mature]

@Necroes@Jbcool Alright, now hopping off of what Jb said, I found the Lexicanum page for the death-masque servitor. First of all, I was thinking of something else, probably the Skulker Configuration servitor, which is specifically intended to cause massive terror and disruption in Imperial populations. Secondly, it apparently uses tech specific to a particular forge-world, which may well be non-present on a spaceship made entirely of wraithbone. So, whilst a fancy as fuck idea which I do like a lot... it miiiight be a bit unlikely in canon, as Jb has already said.

The Crucible - Winner Take All

Eyes Tentacles Without A Face Body

In due course, Motley and Erina came across a building that did contain food and potable water, and wasn't practically drowned under a layer of water. Since he didn't need the sustenance, the vampire allowed the kitsune to have her fill, remaining outside as she ate in order to keep watch. As it happened, they'd been travelling due south for a time, and were starting to draw near to a set of ruins just shy of the historical village, visible now somewhere down the road they were travelling... over. Most of the area was still extremely flooded, and things only looked to get worse as they entered the ruins in question, and what seemed to be the religious district beyond them. He imagined it wouldn't take more than a few minutes to get there at the rate they were moving.

Assuming they didn't experience any setbacks, of course. Naturally, reality didn't want to be so kind: one moment, he was still, pacing toward the water's edge, and the next, something had lashed itself round his right ankle and begun to drag him toward the depths with significant force. Surprised for but a moment, Motley promptly smashed his left foot into the ground beneath him, anchoring himself in place even as the lash- a tentacle, from the look of things- continued to try and pull him away, hard enough to force him into a split, and then to break his shin in half over the anchor point.

'Okay, then,' Motley muttered to himself, gripping the tentacle back, 'A tug of war it is.' He yanked hard, pulling up a lot of extra tentacle, before grabbing another handful and pulling again, only to find himself experiencing a lot of resistance. Shortly followed by none at all, and then a lot more of the tentacle than he'd expected. Had he pulled it off of whatever sea beast he was trying to outpull? It did continue to move and coil round him, which was perhaps usual for a tentacle, considering how many nerves they had in them compared to the rest of any given mollusc's body. Or was that specifically octopodes? He'd never tried to find out if it applied to squids as well...

Not that it mattered, because it turned out the tentacle belonged to neither of those things. There was a lump attached to the opposite end, but the lump was undamaged and smooth... and had teeth instead of a beak, arranged within what seemed like a gurgling vertical mouth with no eyes... wait, no, the creature did have eyes, only they were up at the gripping end of the tentacle, and that did make sense when he thought about it, since it needed to see what it was dragging down to consume...

Is any of this theorising important? he mused, returning to standing and grabbing the tentacle thing below its head as the mouth lunged toward him. Idly, he took a controlled breath to send his Black Ripple through its form, drawing a shrill scream out of it as it shrivelled and died, before concluding that it probably was not important after all, since this creature was essentially irrelevant to his distant future. Perhaps it was unique to the city he was in? In any case, he didn't expect to see any others like it again.

He pirouetted off of one hand as another three tentacles lunged toward him from the murky depths, flipping back toward the house and taking stock of what was being presented to him: rather more of those creatures than he'd expected, and though he could probably take them all out himself, he did have an ally who might be somewhat more threatened by them if they realised she was alone in the house. Which was a shame, because he was about to draw them to her anyway.

The sight he came across as he entered the house's kitchen was a tad messy. Just a few smatters of food here and there, nothing much, but Erina appeared to be chewing a mouthful of some sort of dry cereal. He felt as if what she tried to say next was 'Hey, Mot! You should have some of this, it's really good!' but since she was talking through a mouthful, the words were lost to him. Just in case it was that, though...

'Never call me "Mot" again. I don't appreciate the nickname. Also, swallow your mouthful. Tentacles are about to attack you.'

She seemed confused for a moment. She stopped being confused as a couple of the tentacles barged into the room behind Motley, whose contribution to stopping them was mostly physical chops in this case, and just diverting enough that his ally could safely swallow her mouthful, then take on... yes, that was it. The same aspect she'd taken at the end of their fight, that of the old ghost by her side. The warrior of the two, he noted to himself, as she drew the blade at her hip. Immediately, she'd sliced a tentacle in twain, and then another, and another...

'Could you help out here?' she asked as she fought the tendrils off. 'These are pretty fast for their length.'

Well, another one had just tried to curl round his leg, he supposed... stamping it down, he began fighting the creatures again, beating them to make a path out of the house, beckoning for the fox-girl to follow. He supposed he could probably use his Ripple here, but... well, he rather wanted the physical challenge against these animals, more than the generic success of just wilting them all away like so much dead grass.