Interesting characters so far. I must say I am looking forward to the actual play.
As am I, we've just got two more people to go, one's already quit, and then we can get going. :)
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I am Jb; Briton by birth, roleplayer by my own hand, and lover of literature. I am also an amateur historian, a receiver of a Bachelors degree in Ancient and Medieval History - quite a useless degree, actually - and would like to think that I'm a fair, honest and open guy.
As far as RP'ing goes, I'm pretty open to most things really, all you need to do is ask! :)
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I am Jb; Briton by birth, roleplayer by my own hand, and lover of literature. I am also an amateur historian, a receiver of a Bachelors degree in Ancient and Medieval History - quite a useless degree, actually - and would like to think that I'm a fair, honest and open guy.
As far as RP'ing goes, I'm pretty open to most things really, all you need to do is ask! :)
So, if you've ever any questions for me, wish to speak about RP's involving myself or run by myself, or simply feel like a chat, don't be afraid to get in touch.
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As am I, we've just got two more people to go, one's already quit, and then we can get going. :)
Five minutes to landing.
Four minutes to landing.
Three...
Two...
One!
Splinters of wood flew everywhere, phallic shaped objects launched equally far by the force of an Astartes exploding from a huge crate, 'supplies' apparently on there way to the Sisters of Silence - or so he had been told - bouncing from the metal walls of the hold and rolling ahead of the near ten-foot behemoth that followed in there wake. Causing the lowered ramp to shift beneath the weight of armour and superhuman alike, the black armoured warrior bought his weapon about to sweep from one side of the landing area to the other. It appeared that the Iron Warrior and the other more enigmatic Marine had already freed the space of most of its security, the treacherous Governor either so full of his own ego that he had relaxed his guard a little too much...or there was more, possibly even a trap further along the line.
Ignoring any stray fire that came his way, and blocking out the half-hearted attempt at humour from Perturabo's scion with his usual contempt, the Astartes known only as Ferreus watched as the witch took cover to better observe the death throes of what little resistance they had encountered. Some of the las-armed fools had began to drop their weapons, bolter shells taking them apart even as they made a hasty retreat, others standing their ground with gritted teeth and determination...but death came for them all the same.
Ferreus listened to the vox-chatter from the staff-wielding witch and inside his helmet narrowed his eyes, his mouth tightening and his teeth gritting, even as he opened his own vox and replied.
"You never cease to disgust me, scion of the Cyclops." He said with no attempt to restrain the venom that laced his words, "no doubt you would find anything better than a fair fight..." as if to emphasise his point he turned away lifted his bolter for a split second, not even bothering to take aim down the sights, and fired a singular bolt through the neck of one of the braver soldiers serving the Governor, jugular and throat-matter spraying everywhere as his neck seemed to simply disappear in a cloud of gore, "now cease your useless complaints and help, or remain where you are like a mewling infant."
With long steps he strode ahead of Prodigal Son and Kraeger, uncaring of incoming fire and dispatching any rebels with brutal efficiency in his quest for a greater challenge, though remaining at least within the perimeter of the landing area.
If there was a trap to be sprung, then he was going to find it.
Four minutes to landing.
Three...
Two...
One!
Splinters of wood flew everywhere, phallic shaped objects launched equally far by the force of an Astartes exploding from a huge crate, 'supplies' apparently on there way to the Sisters of Silence - or so he had been told - bouncing from the metal walls of the hold and rolling ahead of the near ten-foot behemoth that followed in there wake. Causing the lowered ramp to shift beneath the weight of armour and superhuman alike, the black armoured warrior bought his weapon about to sweep from one side of the landing area to the other. It appeared that the Iron Warrior and the other more enigmatic Marine had already freed the space of most of its security, the treacherous Governor either so full of his own ego that he had relaxed his guard a little too much...or there was more, possibly even a trap further along the line.
Ignoring any stray fire that came his way, and blocking out the half-hearted attempt at humour from Perturabo's scion with his usual contempt, the Astartes known only as Ferreus watched as the witch took cover to better observe the death throes of what little resistance they had encountered. Some of the las-armed fools had began to drop their weapons, bolter shells taking them apart even as they made a hasty retreat, others standing their ground with gritted teeth and determination...but death came for them all the same.
Ferreus listened to the vox-chatter from the staff-wielding witch and inside his helmet narrowed his eyes, his mouth tightening and his teeth gritting, even as he opened his own vox and replied.
"You never cease to disgust me, scion of the Cyclops." He said with no attempt to restrain the venom that laced his words, "no doubt you would find anything better than a fair fight..." as if to emphasise his point he turned away lifted his bolter for a split second, not even bothering to take aim down the sights, and fired a singular bolt through the neck of one of the braver soldiers serving the Governor, jugular and throat-matter spraying everywhere as his neck seemed to simply disappear in a cloud of gore, "now cease your useless complaints and help, or remain where you are like a mewling infant."
With long steps he strode ahead of Prodigal Son and Kraeger, uncaring of incoming fire and dispatching any rebels with brutal efficiency in his quest for a greater challenge, though remaining at least within the perimeter of the landing area.
If there was a trap to be sprung, then he was going to find it.
The hiss of annoyance that squeezed its way through Arassel's pursed lips was somewhat similar, but undeniably different, from the brief but unmistakable fluttering of a feathered shaft speeding from a not-quite-fully stretched bowstring. This was soon replaced by the distinctive thud of an arrowhead slipping through fur and flesh, a half-roar making the impressively stealthy Gnolls position very well known, the bipedal canine twisting about as his muzzled face warped into a look of pure anger. Neither the sound nor the look of anger lasted long, two further arrows piercing jelly and brain as shards of bone broke from the arrowheads and the inside of the beasts skull both.
What had began as a rather mediocre journey, drinking rather poor ale and listening to a human who called himself a 'Captain', had become a lot more exciting with the introduction of the Hyena-man hybrids presently assailing them - or at least that's what the slender Elf thought as she slipped from the branch and landed on the ground in a rolling ball, coming up next to Zin in a half-crouch and giving a small tut; he was certainly and Elf, but unlike any she'd ever seen before.
Aware that there were yet more Gnolls to be slain, she slipped the bow over her shoulder and drew the leaf-shaped blade from the belt beneath her cloak, a hand-axe appearing in the other hand, both held ready and poised.
What had began as a rather mediocre journey, drinking rather poor ale and listening to a human who called himself a 'Captain', had become a lot more exciting with the introduction of the Hyena-man hybrids presently assailing them - or at least that's what the slender Elf thought as she slipped from the branch and landed on the ground in a rolling ball, coming up next to Zin in a half-crouch and giving a small tut; he was certainly and Elf, but unlike any she'd ever seen before.
Aware that there were yet more Gnolls to be slain, she slipped the bow over her shoulder and drew the leaf-shaped blade from the belt beneath her cloak, a hand-axe appearing in the other hand, both held ready and poised.
Edit: Except it's not a munitions transport. It might be carrying food, teddy bears or dildos according to the manifest. Perhaps all three.
And I can put that in my post, yes?
"Emerges from a food-dildo carrying transport."
Just so I'm clear o everything;
We're all gonna burst out of a civilian 'munitions transport' into the midst of the Governor's fortress, and massacre everyone?
That about right?
We're all gonna burst out of a civilian 'munitions transport' into the midst of the Governor's fortress, and massacre everyone?
That about right?
If I left Zin vulnerable for a moment at the end of my next post, would someone save him?
Edit: I have a post ready but I'm waiting on a response.
I'll save him, if no-one else will.
The Thousand sons is kinda what threw me off.
I'll have my guy start off on Maccrage and see if there's an Ork WAAAGH he could help beat and a rebellion to quell once I get home from work.
wh40k.lexicanum.com/wiki/Battle_of_Calth
There you go!
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This is for those who may not have received the first mention.
This is for those who may not have received the first mention.
@Vor That's cool, I'll need to mention everyone again it seems. :)
@Sigurd Very good point(s), some things I'd never even thought of. Thumbs up to you, sir.
@BCTheEntity Looking forward to it. :)
I am generally surprised (and greatly relieved) that no-one (yet) has PM'ed me an experienced or...I suppose 'fearsome' character; we have no Orc-lopping Rangers, no Elves who fought Morgoth way-back-when, and no Dwarves who managed to escape Moria by hacking their way through a billion Goblins either.
All-in-all a very good start.
@BCTheEntity Looking forward to it. :)
I am generally surprised (and greatly relieved) that no-one (yet) has PM'ed me an experienced or...I suppose 'fearsome' character; we have no Orc-lopping Rangers, no Elves who fought Morgoth way-back-when, and no Dwarves who managed to escape Moria by hacking their way through a billion Goblins either.
All-in-all a very good start.
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