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

"... servitors - things that had once been men and women who had serve the Imperium unflinchingly and with all due diligence and thus received the Blessing of Iron, their lower body replaced by rotating tracks and their bodies made more one with the Machine God."

@DracoLunaris Sorry, what? It's literally the exact opposite -- servitors are criminals and heretics who are punished for their crimes against mankind and the Emperor by being turned into servitors. Such horrific punishment would never be bestowed upon a loyal servant, since a servitor is essentially a wind-wiped drone entirely stripped of their personality and made to perform menial tasks until their death. Jbcool even talks about this (at some length) in the post you're responding to.

Or is that intentional and is Draksal simply unaware of how servitors are made and mistakes that punishment for a blessing because of his beliefs?

I stand corrected.

Also, the paragraph that follows is almost unintelligible. I don't mean to take Jbcool's place as game master, but I am a moderator of this site, and I have to ask if you'll please stick to the standards of Advanced. No spelling/grammatical mistakes in your posts.

Are We the Bad Guys? - A WH40k RP

Really excited for this.

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

Broodmother quotes

@Hylozoist

/╲/\╭(◕◕◕益◕◕◕)╮/\╱\ The silk road beckons~

Be glad Tik-Tik can't actually go visible inside her goopy webs.

Are We the Bad Guys? - A WH40k RP

For what it's worth, I think that's a fantastic concept, @Necroes.

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

ISF Membership Form c-98bV2

Name: Tik-Tik, a nickname bestowed on her because of the sounds she makes when she engages in locomotion ("walking" feels like too mundane a word here). Real name is unpronounceable to people with mouths.

Appearance: The shortest way to describe Tik-Tik would be to say that she is a humongous spider, roughly the size of a cow, but with a much wider leg-span and not quite as heavy. Her low-slung body is situated in the midst of eight long, thin limbs that rise up around her, bending down at the knee and tapering off into a sharp point (hence the clacking 'tik-tik' noise when moving). Her abdomen contains a specialized organ, of which the upward-facing orifice is surrounded by vile teeth, that she can open to release foul-smelling fumes and a green goo that can be used to incapacitate pesky enemies, create a web, or just to cover everything in slime. Tik-Tik's, err, 'face' (of sorts) is covered with eight red eyes that gleam in the dark and are capable of peering into every spectrum of light, including things like 'ultraviolent' and 'infradead' (to nebulous purposes). There are even eyes on the knees of her limbs, allowing her to perceive things threats in all directions, or just to spy on people when they think she's not looking.

Inspiration/reference

Species Name & Description: Most of the galaxy sticks to terms like Giganticus Arachnidus or Big Fucking Spider or Jesus Christ, Look At That Thing. These giant spiders have a bad reputation throughout the galaxy for their fearsome appearance and dangerous biological capacities, but they're really quite a friendly bunch. The females all have a powerful mother-instinct that wantonly applies itself to whatever group the spider associates with -- if tolerated, they will attempt to become a surrogate maternal figure that gives out sage advise and knits colorful sweaters whenever possible. They are quite handy to have around for various reasons, like being able to create large webs of sticky slime that have more tensile strength than almost any other known material in the universe, or just to scare people into not getting all up in yo bizniz. That said, having a huge spider at your back sometimes makes it difficult to defuse tense situations.

Favourite Side Dish: Tik-Tik has a voracious appetite for all things potatoborn.

Useful Skills & Abilities: Being a large spider, Tik-Tik can walk on both walls and the ceiling, use her homemade green goo for various purposes, see in the dark/underwater/all around her/through walls (depending on the material) and, if absolutely necessary, bite people or stab them with her limbs. The lack of opposable thumbs makes it difficult to operate machinery intended for more humanoid species but the two slightly smaller front limbs near her head are deceivingly dexterous.

Membership Number: 1234abdcTHISISAHOLDUP. Reading that last part out loud has sometimes created uncomfortable situations.

An Inspirational Quote That Sums Up The Character's Personality: "Mother always knows best."

History: Dank memes TBD.

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

I'll start filling out that CS.

The Elder Scrolls: Fruits of Contention - Chapter 1 (Completed)

Is there a movealong post in the works for Bthamz or are we expected to find our way topside ourselves?

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

Supremely disappointed that this looks like it's closed. This is the most creative and endearing idea for a roleplay I've seen in a long time; it reminds me strongly of A Hitchhiker's Guide to the Galaxy, one of my favorite novels of all time. Ever.

Would a 'pretty please with a cherry on top' be enough to convince you to wildly overextend your capabilities slightly expand the crew one last time?

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

Watching the suits of armor of his new brethren receiving their fresh coat of black paint reminded Sorrow of his own initiation, merely a few days ago -- a rather more solitary affair than this group event. The assignment of veterans to the newly inducted as instructors and guides reminded him, once again, of his loss, especially when Astartes from similar or related Chapters were coupled together. While he awaited one such adviser of his own, none came, and Sorrow found himself feeling even more alienated when he followed Captain Roa within the corridors of the fortress, away from his brothers.

There was a pregnant silence in the air after Roa's question. After a few seconds, Sorrow raised his hands and removed his own helmet, revealing the horrifically burned wreck of his face. The bone of his lower jaw was exposed to the air in some places, all the flesh having been seared away, and much of the rest of his face was covered in thick scar tissue that bloated and disfigured his features. Set deep within the twisted mass of his face were Sorrow's eyes, colored a pale shade of gray that was reminiscent of a snowstorm, and the conflicted emotions the Astartes felt were plain to read in them.

"When I arrived to this fortress, the Master of the Vigil heard my tale and accepted me into the fold of the Deathwatch. I was allowed to shed myself of my origins and to renounce my Chapter once and for all. I would like it to stay that way, sir. The Emperor has my undying loyalty and devotion and I shall strive to rid the galaxy of his foes until the end of my days. Is that not what matters most?" Sorrow responded in the same penetrating whisper as before.