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Quick everyone, PM Mahz with your wishlist for Guild updates and new features. The more the better. In fact, send him a PM about it every day. Make that every hour. Chop chop!
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Welcome back, Hecate!
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To all the homies in Florida -- stay safe out there. Now is not the time to wrangle an alligator and surf it down the flooded streets. I know, it's hard to resist the urge.
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Calling all ELDEN RING players: roleplayerguild.com/topics/…
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On the old version of the Guild I was the record holder for 'Most Infraction Points Without Being Permabanned'. 
My primary roleplaying genres are fantasy and science fiction. Big fan of The Elder Scrolls, The Lord of the Rings, Warhammer 40,000, Mass Effect, Fallout and others.
My primary roleplaying genres are fantasy and science fiction. Big fan of The Elder Scrolls, The Lord of the Rings, Warhammer 40,000, Mass Effect, Fallout and others.
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Okay.
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If Mahz is god then that would make the staff his apostles not representatives.
Not necessarily. Jesus Christ was the Son of God and his friends were apostles. Mahz, if we momentarily discard the Trinity model that assumes the Father, the Holy Spirit and the Son are one and the same, is not the Messiah figure of this site, but the benevolent omnipotent deity. That makes us (the staff) arch-angels, not apostles.
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Not really. He's not the one summoning them. He summoned the two he has contracts with, and they do the heavy lifting. Summoning two daemons is well in line with what any given chaos sorcerer would be capable of. Besides, he needs time to do it, as well as an enemy worthy of the effort. At present, he has both.
No, you're wrong. It's absurd. I seriously question your capacity as a roleplayer if you think that kind of power level is acceptable -- or even fun.
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Not really. His army doesn't amount to more than about 300 or so daemons, total.
This is ridiculous. Being capable of this alone makes him one of the most powerful psykers the galaxy has ever seen in its entire history.
Had to prioritise which roleplays I posted in this week. Now it's the weekend again and I suspect I won't have time to post until next week, but I'll try to find some time.
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Forum: Casual Roleplay
Sorrow had taken place in his solitary seat without comment or complaint. It was his burden to be a Blackshield and he would carry it silently, even if it hurt to be deliberately separated from his new companions. Memories of previous boarding actions and scenes of combat with his former Chapter flitted through his mind's eye and Sorrow grasped the grip of his bolter tightly. It was an ancient specimen, the least advanced and prestigious of such weapons he had been able to find in the Deathwatch's armory. It would not do to fulfill his journey of penance with artificer gear.
As the boarding ramp opened and his battle-brothers disembarked, Sorrow turned to heed Aldaric's orders immediately. The FFI systems inside his helmet identified his fellows with small nametags that popped up on his HUD, and Sorrow positioned himself to be behind Victar and Draksal, bolter at the ready. He found himself standing next to the Chaplain, Zaphiel. The religious fervor of the Black Templars was a little alien to Sorrow, but he had begun to understand lately that it was comforting to place one's trust in the higher power of the God-Emperor... and, perhaps, a chance for salvation in whatever waited for him beyond the veil of death.
"Acknowledged and in position. The Emperor protects," Sorrow whispered over the squad's vox-comms.
As the boarding ramp opened and his battle-brothers disembarked, Sorrow turned to heed Aldaric's orders immediately. The FFI systems inside his helmet identified his fellows with small nametags that popped up on his HUD, and Sorrow positioned himself to be behind Victar and Draksal, bolter at the ready. He found himself standing next to the Chaplain, Zaphiel. The religious fervor of the Black Templars was a little alien to Sorrow, but he had begun to understand lately that it was comforting to place one's trust in the higher power of the God-Emperor... and, perhaps, a chance for salvation in whatever waited for him beyond the veil of death.
"Acknowledged and in position. The Emperor protects," Sorrow whispered over the squad's vox-comms.
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If necessary, just skip Sorrow and assume he picked up the oldest, most rickety bolter he could find. Penance will not be completed with fancy gear. I've got a very busy weekend ahead of me so I might not be able to post.
"You are serious?" Naamah asked, the slightest hint of an incredulous look on her face.
The Rogue Trader nodded. He had appeared in the hangar just a minute ago, flanked by his bodyguards, and followed by a procession of slaves. Nykerio decided to attend the boarding of the Space Hulk himself after observing a rather sizable ship with what appeared to be a melta drill on the prow had pierced the Space Hulk and embedded itself deeply within. "Strange things are afoot, Naamah," he said, speaking quickly with excitement. "Who knows what we are going to find? We have to be fast. If we don't strike now, the opportunity could be lost. Imperial forces are undoubtedly already on their way. We won't linger, but I won't waste this chance."
"As you wish, master," Naamah replied.
The shuttles, now ready for departure, were quickly filled with slaves and men-at-arms alike. Naamah spotted the Tau being herded along by his handlers, one of which turned out to be the ex-Guardsman with the ragtag outfit. He still stood out like a sore thumb. Snorting with derision, Naamah boarded the command shuttle with Nykerio.
Their flight towards the Space Hulk was swift. Their pilot called out the presence of an armored figure on the Hulk's hull below them, which gathered everybody's interest for a brief moment, but Nykerio elected to ignore its presence. "Nevermind that," he called over the comms, sounding impatient. "Focus on finding a point of entry. We can deal with whatever that thing is later."
As it turned out, their point of entry was not far from where the armored figure was spotted. Still ignoring the mysterious stranger, the shuttles gingerly navigated their way through a large crack in the Hulk's outer shell and mag-clamped their rear ends against the much thinner hull of an ancient ship of unknown origin just beneath the surface. Using external laser cutters, an opening was created and the shuttles nestled up close against the hull, sealing themselves to the pitted surface, shutting out the vacuum of space. All members of the crew (even the research slaves) had been handed rebreathers and a canister of oxygen just in case the air inside the Hulk wasn't breathable, and Naamah fitted hers to her face with a frown. She didn't like to deprive friend and foe alike from her enchanting visage. What's the point of being gorgeous if nobody can see it?
Hesitantly, the crew of the Rigged Fortune inched forward into the Hulk.
The Rogue Trader nodded. He had appeared in the hangar just a minute ago, flanked by his bodyguards, and followed by a procession of slaves. Nykerio decided to attend the boarding of the Space Hulk himself after observing a rather sizable ship with what appeared to be a melta drill on the prow had pierced the Space Hulk and embedded itself deeply within. "Strange things are afoot, Naamah," he said, speaking quickly with excitement. "Who knows what we are going to find? We have to be fast. If we don't strike now, the opportunity could be lost. Imperial forces are undoubtedly already on their way. We won't linger, but I won't waste this chance."
"As you wish, master," Naamah replied.
The shuttles, now ready for departure, were quickly filled with slaves and men-at-arms alike. Naamah spotted the Tau being herded along by his handlers, one of which turned out to be the ex-Guardsman with the ragtag outfit. He still stood out like a sore thumb. Snorting with derision, Naamah boarded the command shuttle with Nykerio.
Their flight towards the Space Hulk was swift. Their pilot called out the presence of an armored figure on the Hulk's hull below them, which gathered everybody's interest for a brief moment, but Nykerio elected to ignore its presence. "Nevermind that," he called over the comms, sounding impatient. "Focus on finding a point of entry. We can deal with whatever that thing is later."
As it turned out, their point of entry was not far from where the armored figure was spotted. Still ignoring the mysterious stranger, the shuttles gingerly navigated their way through a large crack in the Hulk's outer shell and mag-clamped their rear ends against the much thinner hull of an ancient ship of unknown origin just beneath the surface. Using external laser cutters, an opening was created and the shuttles nestled up close against the hull, sealing themselves to the pitted surface, shutting out the vacuum of space. All members of the crew (even the research slaves) had been handed rebreathers and a canister of oxygen just in case the air inside the Hulk wasn't breathable, and Naamah fitted hers to her face with a frown. She didn't like to deprive friend and foe alike from her enchanting visage. What's the point of being gorgeous if nobody can see it?
Hesitantly, the crew of the Rigged Fortune inched forward into the Hulk.
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