Psyker Landshark said
They use astropaths and navigators. They just don't have Librarians. Because those are for pussies.
Screw you I have flamethrowers... and Meltas...
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Nerendier said
I think I'd have to say the Grey Knights are my favorite chapter, or maybe Soul Eaters (I think that's what they're called). It's hard to choose, I also like the exorcist chapter because their background is basically, "Hey if you survive the whole being turned into a giant superhuman over night, we're going to let a daemon possess you, and if you can survive exorcising yourself you can then join us and probably not survive the couple decades of being a scout. No you cannot go back to being a farmer."
Fuck you Flesh Tearers forever. Chainsaw colonoscopies for everyone!
A post for alika will come shortly, whereby I will annoy the cloaked peeps.
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A year's got to be enough, right?
The man thought to himself as he wandered the marketplace in search of some trail rations that weren't too foul.
I know I can't go back but... I shouldn't have to hide anymore, right?
Now he was looking at a weapon stall, typical. He eyed a hand-axe, balanced for throwing, and found he had subconsciously reached for the leather covering protecting his ruined eye. No throwing for you, Greyson. I couldn't even hit the ground... he thought, scowling. He did notice a rather simple Iron axe. While it was true that he already owned a better one, it was also true that he would run into foes too weak to risk damaging his good axe on. He fished out a sack of silver coins (Rak'thurr currency. Not as valuable as the gold pieces southerners favored, but a hell of a lot easier to find out on the plains) and completed the transaction. Hooking the axe to his pack, he continued onward.
I'll see what Alika thinks first. Though I think it's high time we stopped running and... got jobs or whatever. We're low enough on funds as it is... Grey thought. He wasn't sure what he could do, he could fight and be rich but that was it. Alika liked to say he was a good cook but that was probably just flattery. Fighting was good though, there'd always be a place in the world for big guys with axes, he thought. It wasn't long before he heard some noise, conflict no doubt. "Well, speak of the devil..." He muttered to himself as he unclipped and readied his new axe. He didn't ready his shield, didn't think he'd need it.
He relaxed a bit when it just appeared to be sparring. He took a seat on a nearby stump some distance away. Maybe someone saw him, maybe not. It didn't matter. It's not like anybody would recognize him. they seemed to be mercs by the look of them. Why would this place have so many damn mercs? wouldn't this place have a militia? something scary must be on the horizon then. Nevertheless, mercs were always looking for new blood. Maybe this would give him something to do? Almost as soon as he finished that train of thought some guy charged them. Grey shot up and reached for his axe, but it soon became apparent that there were enough mercs here to handle it.
And then some beastfolk arrived, wonderful. Then another guy who decided to explain everything... wait? that guy thought that they... well, this was hilarious. He couldn't help but laugh at that. He leaned on his axe as he recovered, before wiping a tear from his eye. "Glad to see someone's got their head on straight. I was worried this might turn into a slaughter" He said, still getting the last few chuckles out of his system. but the guy refused to believe them? Priceless. "For fuck's sake calm down man. I'm not with these damn people and I know nobody's in danger here. Just stand down 'fore you get yourself killed."
A year's got to be enough, right?
The man thought to himself as he wandered the marketplace in search of some trail rations that weren't too foul.
I know I can't go back but... I shouldn't have to hide anymore, right?
Now he was looking at a weapon stall, typical. He eyed a hand-axe, balanced for throwing, and found he had subconsciously reached for the leather covering protecting his ruined eye. No throwing for you, Greyson. I couldn't even hit the ground... he thought, scowling. He did notice a rather simple Iron axe. While it was true that he already owned a better one, it was also true that he would run into foes too weak to risk damaging his good axe on. He fished out a sack of silver coins (Rak'thurr currency. Not as valuable as the gold pieces southerners favored, but a hell of a lot easier to find out on the plains) and completed the transaction. Hooking the axe to his pack, he continued onward.
I'll see what Alika thinks first. Though I think it's high time we stopped running and... got jobs or whatever. We're low enough on funds as it is... Grey thought. He wasn't sure what he could do, he could fight and be rich but that was it. Alika liked to say he was a good cook but that was probably just flattery. Fighting was good though, there'd always be a place in the world for big guys with axes, he thought. It wasn't long before he heard some noise, conflict no doubt. "Well, speak of the devil..." He muttered to himself as he unclipped and readied his new axe. He didn't ready his shield, didn't think he'd need it.
He relaxed a bit when it just appeared to be sparring. He took a seat on a nearby stump some distance away. Maybe someone saw him, maybe not. It didn't matter. It's not like anybody would recognize him. they seemed to be mercs by the look of them. Why would this place have so many damn mercs? wouldn't this place have a militia? something scary must be on the horizon then. Nevertheless, mercs were always looking for new blood. Maybe this would give him something to do? Almost as soon as he finished that train of thought some guy charged them. Grey shot up and reached for his axe, but it soon became apparent that there were enough mercs here to handle it.
And then some beastfolk arrived, wonderful. Then another guy who decided to explain everything... wait? that guy thought that they... well, this was hilarious. He couldn't help but laugh at that. He leaned on his axe as he recovered, before wiping a tear from his eye. "Glad to see someone's got their head on straight. I was worried this might turn into a slaughter" He said, still getting the last few chuckles out of his system. but the guy refused to believe them? Priceless. "For fuck's sake calm down man. I'm not with these damn people and I know nobody's in danger here. Just stand down 'fore you get yourself killed."
Psyker Landshark said
NO PITY, NO REMORSE, NO FEAR!Angry space Germans are best mehreens.
You mean the fleet-based chapter that hates all psykers? like astropaths? and navigators? How do these guys work again?
MULTI_MEDIA_MAN said
Oh well, hopefully it don't matter anymore, because SOMEBODY actually tried to be the voice of reason! .....Why do I have a bad feeling y'all are just gonna ignore Barst and beat each other up anyway?
A TRUE MAN KICKS THE SHIT OUT OF PEOPLE FOR NO REASON!
Psyker Landshark said
ALWAYS ANGRY! ALL THE TIME!
INTO THE FIRES OF BATTLE! UNTO THE ANVIL OF WAR!
Loads better I tell ya.
I'M GONNA POST SOON GIVE ME A DAMN MINUTE ARRGGHHH!!!
Vincanity said
Nerendier, I think you missed Helath going over and already attempting helping her up, along with him being in a fighting position that, if I'm reading everything right, put him right behind you/ontop of you, since he's standing right with Faris. Now, he isn't 6'6", but he's bulky from axe use and I doubt Hark would be ignoring that if he's so adrenaline pumped for battle.
Axes don't make you bulky, bulky guys use axes. CORRELATION IS NOT CAUSATION. SCIENCE!
But yes, your point still stands.
How close is the clusterfuck misunderstanding to the marketplace?
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