DracoLunaris

Warhammer 40k: Kill-Team Epsilon, a Death=][=Watch RP - Currently closed!

Draksal barely noticed the slaves as he stalked through the room looking for actual targets as the others prattled about what to do about their fate. In Draksal’s opinion they were wasting precious time already, if they stopped to kill them it was a waste of ammunition, if they freed them there was no way of getting them off the ship. the cowards who had allowed themselves to be captured would not even be of help in taking the ship as cannon fodder so it was best to simply leave them, they would have their torment ended when the mission was done and the battle cruiser destroyed this vile vessel. He had almost made it to the end of the pens, ready to breach the next door and move on when the creatures came from the darkness.

The fiends were less armored than the kroot they had been originally armed to fight and wielded only what looked like farming equipment, though the fact that they had somehow appeared from nowhere and jump from shadows to shadow was worrying. Particularly when one dropped from the ceiling on top of him and tried to stab him through the neck. Draksal reached up and grabbed the blade wielding creature by the wrist with his right metal arm and then hurled it off of him while he wheeled round. As the fiend smashed into one of the many torture devices he leveled his weapon in the direction of one of the pens through which some of the creatures were currently feasting on the salves fear and panic. He fired, the dragonfire banished the shadows as it’s burning shot swept through mandrake and slave alike, shrapnel rending them apart as the promethium ignited their flesh and garments.

“Your flesh is weak so burn from the fires of the Omnissiah you pathetic worms”

More mandrakes appeared around him from the dancing shadows created by the burning remains of the slaves and their kin, launching themselves at the machine man, their wicked blades reflecting the fire as they swung them, trying to find an opening in Draksal‘s armored form. He fought on, punching and blasting them, trying to keep them away from the rockets he was carrying as their blades were repealed either by his blows or his armor till he ran out of shot. When his gun clicked empty the mandrakes took the advantage to step back and release a torrent of freezing soul destroying fire upon him, his very core was torn and burned by the fowl witchcraft of the aliens.

It was not through willpower or inner strength that Draksal over came this sorcery most fowle, but by the gifts of the Omnissiah. His soulless metal arm reached down and drew the melta pistol and then sweated its burning ray across the casting mandrakes, slicing clean through them and most of the surrounding equipment, cages, slaves and walls. The caster's flesh boiled and they all collapsed in a burning heap of around him.

In the end Draksal stood in the center of a burning ring of corpses, human and alien alike and was safe from immediate attack, the entire area bathed in the orange glow of the flames, evenly lighting the area and providing no solid shadows for the mandrakes to manifest from. His armor was scratched and is some places dented, where he still had flesh the impacts had caused bruising or made him bleed from the strength of the blows.This he could hardly feel compared to the lingering cold of the void that had griped his beaning and tried to erase him from existence. It was not a sensation the marin was going to forget.

Draksal paused for a moment in his fiery sanctuary to collect the shotgun, then went back down ro the other end of the room to aid the others.

Interplanetary Space Friends - A Game About Space Adventures, Friendship and Fast Food

sorry that took so long, but I have finally posted.

Interplanetary Space Friends - A Game About Space Adventures, Friendship and Fast Food

”And I’m sure you were just the politest and most pleasant bunch when you beat up and stole Hip Kallo’s clothes.”

The mind was rather confused as to why there appeared to be a gang conflict of some kind revolving around parties on this planet and was currently ruining down the hiveminds list of negotiation tactics, which suggested additional threats/taunting. The Bees were more distressed that this was looking less like a throw a party gig and more of a security detail, which meant that they weren't going to be allowed to get drunk on mead any time soon and that was a travesty. They suffered a -20 penalty to morale as a result. They were all ready to launch into tirades about these thugs despoiling the noble art of the party with their brutish ways when the the banner of the interplanetary space friends was brought through the door by its carriers and the Mind kept talking, having decided on its course of belittling and self aggrandizement .

”see this banner, that is who we are and we don’t back down from a request for help, so you and your mates better bugger off and leave us be. We are here to help throw a party, I don’t see why you're so threatened by that? Think your Capatians can’t do better than a bunch of drifters? Go prove it rather than sticking around here playing mobster. Which your really bad at by the way.

There was a chorus of agreement from the bees as they buzzed in closer, coming through the door now that it was obvious the thugs were out gunned and as they were itching to give these no good scoundrels a good stinging for ruining the festive mood they had all been in.

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One of the bees down with fiddlesticks had been in charge of holo-umbrellas and so at his mention of it getting wet the bee handed out 5 little handles to the other bees, which then projected very flimsy force fields above them to keep them safe from rain. Naturally this would completely useless against the oncoming torrent that could be heard flowing down the pipes towards them, but the pink, green and blue neon glowing umbrellas did provide a little light. So as they did whatever scouting the cleaner bot required the bees would be easily spotted through the gloom by the glowing fields they now carried.

The Crucible - a 'multiversal' tournament with your soul on the line

defiantly interested. the whole using previously made characters and making npcs out of them is particularly cool.

Q - FLUX

It appears they were running. This was probably a good idea, it had been Advents solution when she was info running the necronomicon. Still it would be a shame to come here and not get any information out of the Wirefort gangers.

Sabrina pulled out a pen and paper and rapidly scribbled down a throwaway email address and the words “we want to trade information about the massacre of the Himuras“ on it, before throwing the scrunched up paper out the window at one of the Wirefort mooks and shouting.

“give this to your boss. good luck with the cops.”

Now all she could do was sit and wait and see if their escape plan went well.

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Down the street and round the corner from the killbots the 3 seed launching dogs returned and, making sure they weren't in line of sight of the hyper accurate rifles on the robots, fired 2 barrages of pods at the 3 cars blocking the road. These 6 pods joined the existing 3 and quickly made the cars into a makeshift barricade, their dense and entangled foliage blocking off most of the road, hopefully slowing down the robots or at least stopping them from getting a clear shot at the armored van as they made their getaway.

The 3 then made their way back to the sewers the way they came and made off after their creator, once again following here below street level as best they were able.

Project Crossover [Video Game Crossover RP]

Naija

Lvl: 2
Day: 1
Location: Arriving at the abandoned castle
Speaking with: Fox McCloud@Etherean Fire
Shouting at: everyone outside the castle @Hylozoist@Holy Soldier
Word Count: 572
Seeds deployed: none

It looked like the Valkyries were not just going to sit there and take the shots, nor were they going to retaliate but instead the fearless warriors hid behind their leaders hulking body. Still, the vast flock had taken massive casualties between the battle on the ground and the subsequent pelting and was now at less than half strength.

”Looks like we aren't getting any more of them Fox, so we are going to go get the others. Take a few parting shots at the big bastard, see if you can find any weak spots or at least see how her protects himself before we go”

Naija then accelerated up to full speed, leaving the demon lord and his hiding minions in their wake as she soared through the air with Fox in tow.

Now that the immediate danger was left behind them naija took a moment to take in her surroundings. Despite her feelings of rage and regret she marveled at the size of the world below her, the visible wonders only increasing as they crossed the mountain range that surrounded the demon lord's castle and cleared the oppressive eternal night. To the south she saw a massive ocean, across it there looked to be the stump of what had once been a continent spanning tree, now filled with its lesser brethren. To the east of that was an enormous city with a castle at the center, all looking to be made sandstone and home to potentially a million or more souls. Breaking from the oppressive night into the light of day, seeing the world they had been sent to save, Naija’s resolve was strengthened and while revenge still burned in her heart she was reminded that they had been sent here for a reason. They had to save this world and its people, she would not let another civilisation be consumed by the madness of gods or demons.

Off in the distance, to the north of the great city and surrounded by a lush forest she could see their destination, the abandoned castle rising from the forest. It was kind of hard to miss, as it was currently in the process of being engulfed in fire. Not that Naija knew what fire was, having lived underwater her entire life, but considering the damage the inferno was doing to the structure she got that it was dangerous. Worse, as they got closer it was apparent that their allies were nowhere to be seen and thus were presumably within the crumbling structure that looked like it was about to fall on top of them any second.

She flew close to the tops of the trees, keeping an eye out for any dangers and making sure fox had an exit if they came under fire, as she speed towards the castle entrance.

”please be ok, please be ok” she whispered to herself, her eyes fixed on the castle, just waiting for it to come crashing down and seal all their fates. Then, after taking a deep breath and filling her lungs to brim she yelled to anyone who could hear her.

”He’s coming! The corrupted Demon King Odin is coming to destroy the world! Drop whatever you're doing and come help fight his madness!”

She hoped her waring would arrive before she did, though it would probably not pierce the burning cacophony of the castles depths, anyone outside might hear and be warned.

Warhammer 40k: Kill-Team Epsilon, a Death=][=Watch RP - Currently closed!

I am in the middle of writing something for uni, also I kind of wanted to not be the first person after the dev post this time.

Interplanetary Space Friends - A Game About Space Adventures, Friendship and Fast Food

I am also busy till Friday. I think I will have the bees engage in a glorious charge once I do have time to write.

Project Crossover [Video Game Crossover RP]

Team Three should arrive at the Abandoned Castle this turn.

@Holy Soldier

does that mean we can say we arrive during this turn and do stuff with the rest of the team or does it mean we write that we are cresting the horizon, see the fire etc but shouldn't actuality interact till next turn.

Also I have a deadline on Wednesday so I will be posting on Thursday/friday

Interplanetary Space Friends - A Game About Space Adventures, Friendship and Fast Food

When it came down to it a single bee was not that intimidating. The pint sized humanoids with their buzzing wings and tiny armaments were, frankly, rather adorable individually. However such a large group and perhaps more importantly, the accompanying angry drone their buzzing wings were producing was probably just a little intimidating or at least so the Mind hoped.

”Hello slime-balls, please release the slime-boy and nobody gets hurt”

Meany meany tiny weapons had their safeties switched off, the bees leering at the pair as the numerous high pitched whines that accompanied the laser weapons warming up.

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Some of the bees that had been hunting around had ended up close enough to fiddlesticks to hear his panicked yelling, so while the Mind focused on the situation upstairs Fiddlesticks was left to the whims of the bees that had not balk at poking their heads in the presumably sewage system. The half a dozen bees came out of various pipes and tunnels and waved hello, rather curious as to what Fiddlesticks needed. (feel free to control them for what you need to do, for expediency.)