Eisenhorn

Warhammer 40,000 - Chasing Chaos

I must have missed it then @Andromedai, brain fart.

Warhammer 40,000 - Chasing Chaos

Giving Skyrte a chance to post before I do.

Fire Emblem: Binding Light

Depending who posts, might send ol' Jerod off to spar.

Fire Emblem: Ascension

Most excellent, most excellent indeed!

Warhammer 40,000 - Chasing Chaos

Stukov heard the general commotion as the Inquisitor, Smiles, and company came strolling in with a damn huge shield of some sort or another. It looked far too heavy for any normal man to wield, and he wasn't sure a man in power armor could even heft the thing. Who in the Emperor forsaken warp could wield such a thing, then? The armsman had never encountered nor even heard more than hushed whispers of the Space Marines, Adeptus Astartes, so the idea that the thing was a shield used by such towering super soldiers was not even a consideration to the armsman. Perhaps it was a Chaos relic, used by some daemon blessed, or possessed, warlord to best the loyal servants of the Imperium? He didn't get that vibe from the item though, so he could not even begin to fathom who would use it. In his time of service, he had not encountered traitor or loyalist Marines of any sort, boarding actions encountering daemons or mortal lackies and opposing chaos equivalent of armsman. The captain he had slain had been a rogue Trader Prince who grew far too much in power, and succumbed to whispers of dark power and temptation. Not times he wanted to lightly remember, so he shook such thoughts from his head and completed his current walk about.

Walking back over to the living room, he noted Smiles and her rather hefty amount of food she had acquired. She was rather busy tearing into her bread, but it was all too fancy for his tastes. He would go see if the kitchen had some rations he could choke down, since the Armsman was not a fan of fancy food or needlessly showy or elaborate meals. Far as he was concerned, anything above rations was just about that, more elaborate than necessary. But he did make a comment in her direction, seeing as she had clearly wasted no time tearing into her meal. "Good to see you and Boss made it back in one piece, Smiles. Guess that warp trickery plays merry havoc with the appetite, eh?" Giving the psyker a chance to respond, if she had any interest to between bites, he would eventually excuse himself to go to the kitchen area and see if the canned food was around the level of such rations, and check in on Boss as well. He had kind of just stormed off on his own, barely saying a word to anyone. Not a good sign, if anyone was to ask his opinion on the matter. Which no one had, but the point stood.

Walking over to the kitchen door, Stukov moved the rifle to be slung across his back and knocked with three, sharp taps to announce full well someone was about to enter. As he opened the door, he scanned the kitchen area for trouble, as he had been since he set foot in this safehouse. It wasn't intended as an insult towards the gentlemen who ran the place, but he probably would not really feel at ease planetside, ever. Put the man in a void ship and he would be happy not having to walk the streets and towns of such worlds, keeping to his more familiar grim architecture and grand, sweeping weapon batteries. But he did not let such things linger in his mind, speaking towards wherever Boss was in the kitchen area, letting his gaze settle there as he let his arms rest by his sides. "Manage to salvage something from that museum after all, I see. Everything in order, Boss?"

The Edge of Damnation [A Warhammer 40k/Dark Heresy RP]

<Snipped quote by Lone Wanderer>

Holand/Terminus is officially the most likeable of the group. Take that you overly-loyal acolytes!

*proceeds to thank the emperor*

@GodOfWar

Who needs to be liked when a little Throne Gelt goes a long way in arming up and sniffing out information? Just wait until someone needs intimidated, then failed rolls for everyone the Arbitrator shall shine.

Warhammer 40,000 - Chasing Chaos

Time to knock out a quick post before heading off to work.

Fire Emblem: Ascension

Seeing the custom class posted gave me some motivation to draw up a rough draft of my own custom, a fair bit different in design.

Name: Hoplite (Third name I considered, went from Shield Bearer (Thought I could do better), to Phalanx (Which was the formation typically used, so Hoplite worked better in my mind)

Weapons: Lance & Sword

Skills:
Defender - Increased Def and Res when attacked

Formation - Increases adjacent allies Def and Res, more likely Dual Guards

I haven't given thought on solid numbers or anything yet, just some thoughts on overall skills. Been giving advanced classes, promotions, and such thoughts for this as well.

Warhammer 40,000 - Chasing Chaos

@Andromedai I don't see why not, I typically lurk a lot on Skype, even if I am not actively chattering. I can PM the username, can't hurt to have a group like that up and running.

Warhammer 40,000 - Chasing Chaos

As the Sister walked over and asked for a word, Stukov resisted the urge to remark or say anything to her, instead taking a seat to being an inspection of his autogun while she began talking and attempting to defend herself on the matter of how he was wrong. The problem with her first statement of not being on a high horse was, first off, the way she acted was not indicative of that when they first crossed paths. Tone and actions had implied differently, and maybe she was not like that typically, but first impressions were powerful and dangerous things. He saw pride and a high horse mentality from that, and for all he knew it was going to crop up again. Reminded him too much of superiors who tried to seem reasonable behind doors but acted like hard ass superiors when it really mattered, and he was not interested in playing that sort of game. Pulling the slide back on the empty autogun, he made sure it was a smooth action while she continued finishing that thought and said nothing, at least giving her the chance to finish in full before he would say anything in response. The action was smooth as she began on knowing indeed what such things such as Dark Eldar and other pits of torture and death sounded like.

Stukov wasn't going to play a game of one up manship in trauma and hard times. He wouldn't pretend to know having saw everything, Daemons and Dark Eldar, that was what he knew. And as far as he knew, they were the greatest threats to the Imperium of Man. He would not pretend to know the Tyranid or a family lost to the warp, not blood relation at any rate. As far as he knew, his ship was his family and that meant watching it get devoured was the same. But there was no point getting emotional over such things, it was the fate of man. Die in service to the Emperor and fighting the enemies of Man, grow too old to be useful outside of training or, far more likely, find one's self in the service, knowingly or unknowingly, of the enemies they had sworn to hard to fight. It reminded him of an old adage his mentor had, those who fought and hunted the warp tended to, when caution waned, to become little better than what they had stood so long against. Her glare did not so much as move Stukov, as he spared her a glance to see if she still fully intended to continue as he slung the autogun over his shoulder and drew his Naval Pistol, starting a check on it as well.

The Armsman sighed quietly as Sis claimed her actions just or correct as she had seen them breaking into the museum and chose to come after them and investigate on her own. Wasn't that, far as he knew, jurisdiction of the local Adeptus Arbites to come knocking and investigate any reports of crime like that? And while he had been sorely tempted to, he could not solely pin blame all on her. Smiles rather loud response didn't help, nor should the lot of them have left the entry way unsecured to such a degree someone could simply waltz in after them. Then again, Boss and his power sword did a number on the locking mechanism, to put it kindly, so that was not a terribly easy thing to do. As she finished, he released the slide and let a round chamber in the pistol, putting it on safe and holstering the weapon as he did the same for his autogun, loading and putting it on safe before reslinging it as the Sister made her last statement on medical attention, having no intention of asking her for medical aid. Not like there was much that could be done in this safe house for coughing up blood, which wasn't consistent and probably just a side effect of a helmet transferring force through to his gut and bottom two ribs, far as he could feel, everything was still intact anyways.

Sticking his head through the doorway, he put his final say in the matter, neutral in tone. "Trauma stories appreciated, Sis, but first impressions are a dangerous and powerful thing. I'll concede blame can't be all yours and you couldn't know about the statues, but far as I know, typical response to apparent law breakers is call the Arbites, not barge in yourself. Far as I know, Sisters don't get to execute the law as they see fit on a planet. You enjoy your nap, then, holler if something comes up." Stukov would sit down to do what he could for his apparent injuries, mostly grab some meds that would help clot any internal injuries, from what the instructions and warnings said, and took them before starting a roving patrol of the safehouse, keeping his autogun in hand and an eye out for trouble. No sense letting an apparent moment of safety lull them into being easily ambushed, and having an extra hand walking the halls and watching for trouble couldn't hurt. Besides, who knows, perhaps something would come up that would plop a lead right in their collective laps. "And perhaps the Emperor would see fit to show up and kick the sorry asses of everything hostile in this damn universe, putting us all out of work...." The armsman muttered to himself as he walked, vigilant and listening for anything that sounded out of place.