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Warhammer 40K: Beyond the Law - A Mercenary Adventure [MATURE] (Open for business, apply within.)

@Quinntessential@DrunkasaurusRex@BCTheEntity@Hank@TemplarKnight07

I expect a fresh round of posts by at least next Monday, before I start killing folks off - if you can't post then please tell me. Other than that, crack on! I'm enjoying this and eager for further adventures.

Warhammer 40K: Beyond the Law - A Mercenary Adventure [MATURE] (Open for business, apply within.)

@Quinntessential@DrunkasaurusRex@BCTheEntity@Hank@TemplarKnight07

No one is really sure of the origins of the Dread Pirate Ahab, some say that he was born from the very womb of a daemon-possessed vessel, while others put forward that he was a Rogue Trader driven made in search of a huge white Tyranid bio-form, and those are but two of the multitude of theories put fourth. Like his earlier life, his motives and goals were just as mysterious and shrouded in secret, only his closest (and now deceased) advisors had even known why they were landing on and taking control of a newly minted Imperial colony and its systems.

Now he may have been driven truly insane, more than willing to blow the entire colony and all within it to Imperium come and into the lap of the God-Emperor...or whatever deity the other mercenaries or pirates believed. He was set on his collision course of self-destruction now, he would destroy them all in an inferno of plasma and flame, and these irritating fools - such as the clumsy mutant shambling away from him - were only getting in his way!

Phant on the other hand had been standing over the fallen Dog-Soldier when an odd looking woman, or was she more mechanical than human, and the foppish dandy with the xenos weapons had entered the comm-section and made themselves well and truly known to him.

He watched with grim fascination as she literally plugged herself into the console and began to sweat, and he was certain he heard her mutter "Oh Throne..." beneath her breath. It did not fill him with confidence, and he was not even certain that she could hear him or was even aware of any existence outside of that artifical one she was currently inhabiting inside the machine. The Mechanicus in general had always been something he had stayed away from; some may have believed that the inhuman and emotionless cogs of the Imperium's Mars-based allies would have gotten on as kith and kin with the vat-born warriors of Krieg, but they could not be more wrong, they even made his skin crawl. This one did not seem to have anywhere near the implants he may have expected, and so he did not overly mind her.

"What is the matter?" Came his half-muffled voice, his boots making their way to her side, his masked visage hovering next to her own sweating face as he squatted down on his haunches, "if there is something wrong, can you fix it?" He did not need to know what was wrong, but she would never have muttered a curse to the Throne had it not been important.

Meanwhile, in the corridor without, Ahab swung his power sword this way and that in great arcs and patterns, the servos of his power armour propelling him toward the quilled alien that now took aim at him. Without realising that it has croaked something in an approximation of Low Gothic, he was somewhat surprised when the twisted half-man flung himself aside and was bought face-to-face with the barrel of some bladed rifle pointing straight in his direction. Pah, it mattered not! He would rend them both limb-from-limb and take pleasure in every second of it.

"Surrender or die, alien!" He half-screamed, quickening his pace toward the Kroot in an attempt to bull-rush the thinner and lighter adversary, his glittering weapon bought up into a guard position above his head as he prepared to strike down once he got within close-quarter distance. This he would do within no more than a few more strides, the large-armed thing not even worth his time anymore, his attention fixed on that rifle and the xenos holding it.

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Somewhere far above XT-0009345:132, in orbit of the planet upon which it had been founded in the Emperor's name, a signature might reach whatever technical systems and personnel remained. It was faint, but growing ever stronger, at first a shimmering in the reality of space...then a slight tear...and then a channel from within the Immaterium through which the prow of a number of vessels began to emerge.

The question was, were they ships of the Ordo come to see how progress was coming, or had the corsair fleet of the Scarred Maidens come back at their Captains call?

PLEASE READ!

Alright folks, finish him off and save/do not save the colony, just do it quick...but not too quick. I apologise for the two-week delay, my bad, but I'm getting back on the horse now and expect posts within the week. Or characters start to die.

Warhammer 40K: Beyond the Law - A Mercenary Adventure [MATURE] (Open for business, apply within.)

@Jbcool I'll take care of the Colony. You deal with the rampaging murderer/slaver/rapist that killed/used/sold all of Nakera's friends.

@Quinntessential

Aye-aye Cap'n!

Warhammer 40K: Beyond the Law - A Mercenary Adventure [MATURE] (Open for business, apply within.)

@Quinntessential@DrunkasaurusRex@BCTheEntity@Hank@TemplarKnight07

Okay, post up today or tomorrow; I'm not going to kill anyone off...yet...but I'd like replies within the week, if possible. If you feel like posting before then, then so be it.

Gonna have to get the Cap'n and save the colony from utter obliteration.

A Tolkien based RP: Out of the Past

@Sigurd@POOHEAD189@Vor@BCTheEntity@DrunkasaurusRex

I know, the post is both late and not very good - lack of actual information etc - but I'm currently working nights and am pretty much hanging out my backside.

SO, get yourselves a mount, food, whatever and meet me at the gate...I imagine that Saptheth will be escorted there by armed men, at least until he leaves.

Hopefully you're all still here as well.

A Tolkien based RP: Out of the Past

"It is a pleasure to make your acquaintance as well, Master Dwarf," spake the Elf, ignoring the blustering demands of the diminutive figure for the moment, "you may all call be Gweluon, for I find that having a name is easier for other races."

An oddly extensive smile spread across his symmetrical features, the tips of his mouth going from cheek-to-cheek like a Cheshire cat, and his eyes once more took in the group - holding on both the Dwarf before him and the man of the East who seemed intent on getting himself slain by whatever means necessary.

'His opinion of himself is high. As is his temper.'

The Elves' expression did not change as he switched to the particular dialect of the Balchoth people once more - a people that were largely damaged by their ferocious battle with the combined Western forces, yet not entirely gone from Arda.

"You have done nought but goad him since arriving in his hall, the hall of an enemy who defeated your people in a strength of arms - and an enemy who is a King, whether he is your King or not. I have seen many rulers of the Eastern lands, and I tell you now that there is little to separate they...and him."

He doubted his words would have any affect on this member of Easterling aristocracy, a class of people he had spent some time in the company of, finding them to be exactly as Saptheth was now. A more arrogant version of the Western nobility, high-handed in victory but ever eager to rile up the foe in defeat.

"The Anvil of Aule, a Valar and the creator of the Dwarves, is an item of two pieces that many thought to be no more than myth or legend. It is neither, for it is real, and should the enemy be able to claim it for their own then they might forge an entire army from no more than dirt." Eorl had by this time returned to his throne and slumped down once again, watching the proceedings with a wary eye, Gweluon almost gliding from place to place in an Elvish form of what humans would count as 'pacing', "you may believe that there is no enemy, that everything is peaceful, but this is no more than an illusion. He has retreated into the East, where many of the people are now held in thrall to the Dark Lord -" his eyes went again to Saptheth and the smile disappeared from his face, "some by fear, some by sorcery, but all those that do not cower before him are forced into servitude." His eyes bore into that masked head, causing him to pause in his pacing for but a moment, "you are to go East, taking first a northern route, and both our Eastern and our Dwarvish friends here will be of much use in the trials and tribulations to come."

As if a weight had been lifted from his shoulders, the Elf faced them all and spread his arms before him, "if there are any among you who wish to seal the fate of this world and retire in the face of this journey, then step forward now; if you are stout of heart and body, find yourself a mount and what you require, then join with me at the lower gate within the day."

Without another word, he turned and strode back into the shadows and out of sight, a harbinger of great adventure...or great doom for all those present.

@BCTheEntity@DrunkasaurusRex@Vor@POOHEAD189@Sigurd

A Tolkien based RP: Out of the Past

Okay, I lied about 'first thing' but I will get a post up today - and yes, let us hope so...

A Tolkien based RP: Out of the Past

Sorry yes, yes it is! I'll get a post up first thing tomorrow, King's honour.

Warhammer 40K: Beyond the Law - A Mercenary Adventure [MATURE] (Open for business, apply within.)

@DrunkasaurusRex No problemo, as long as I know not to kill you off, it's all gravy.

Warhammer 40K: Beyond the Law - A Mercenary Adventure [MATURE] (Open for business, apply within.)

@Hank Crafty...I'll follow on from you then.