@Ollumhammersong Either, both? Everyone's trying to get off the planet, my guys now heading for a Black Legion Thunderhawk; you can help, you can hinder, you can find your own way entirely! We'll all get together eventually, obviously, but I'm just leaving the start pretty open.
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"STOP. QUOTING. ME." Jb, 2019, quoted in 2022." Roland, 2022, quoted in 2022.
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Merry Yuletide, one and all! Gods bless.
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Greetings,
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.
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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9 yrs ago
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9 yrs ago
Forum: Casual Roleplay
@DracoLunaris@DepressedSoviet@Andreyich@Hank@Dead Cruiser@FinDragon@Wraithblade6@Zelosse
Right, I've got night shifts atm and am hanging out my arse, as such I shall wait until Monday to get an update for this RP up - I will be dropping us straight into the action, so we finally get to purge with our kin, and yes I am alive. Thank you all for hanging on, and I'll try to make the payoff worth while I.E. We'll kill something worthy of killing.
The Emperor protects.
Right, I've got night shifts atm and am hanging out my arse, as such I shall wait until Monday to get an update for this RP up - I will be dropping us straight into the action, so we finally get to purge with our kin, and yes I am alive. Thank you all for hanging on, and I'll try to make the payoff worth while I.E. We'll kill something worthy of killing.
The Emperor protects.
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9 yrs ago
Forum: Casual Roleplay
@Lauder@DrunkasaurusRex@Ollumhammersong
Posted!
Feel free to follow suit, and if you know anyone else who'd be interested...well...rope them into the Chaos!
Posted!
Feel free to follow suit, and if you know anyone else who'd be interested...well...rope them into the Chaos!
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9 yrs ago
Forum: Casual Roleplay
@Lauder@DrunkasaurusRex@Ollumhammersong
War had come to Minoa III not in drips and droplets, not in a steady and orderly assault by the enemies of the Imperium, but in a week of fiery hell and swooping vehicles that descended from on-high to tear down defences and batter aside whole Cohorts of Mechanicus Skitarii as they sought to claim the resource-rich world for the Dark Gods and for their Warmaster when he was inevitably triumphant. Of course, not everyone was such a willing participant in that vision of the future, not by a long shot – some were members of wrecked and ruined Legions, short on supplies and materials for their Long War, while others were simply renegades and opportunists intent on carnage for the sake of carnage.
Either way, things did not go according to plan...
Vibianus Agathon had landed upon this world with his brother Legionnaires of the Perfect Form - an Emperor's Children Warband made up of some of the least degenerate warriors of that scattered Legion, warriors who had sought perfection within other crafts outside of simple hedonism and lust.
There had been two dozen of them then, and within the following months he had seen them whittled down to just half of that number, the six remaining Astartes quickly realising that the tide was turning when Imperial vox-transmissions could be heard in their ear.
“Agathon, we must go!” Roared one of his brothers over his helmet-vox, the bolter he now held in his hand having been taken from the corpse of a wounded Black Legionnaire...not that the downed warrior had lasted long after that, “there are too many, the False Emperor's lackeys have overturned our fleet in orbit and there is no reason for us to remain.”
Even as the targeting runes within his own plumaged helmet flickered between the multitude of Skitarii Hyspasists and Rangers making their way toward his squads position – a ruined and gutted manufactorum block, now without three walls and a roof – the former Consul looked around for a way off this useless rock.
It took a moment, a moment he truly did not have with Imperial forces bearing down on his location, but he found a way off the planet.
“There appears to be a Gunship to the south-east of our location, follow me and conserve your ammunition, knives and chain-weapons only.”
Affirmation runes flashed on the inside of his helmet, the superhuman already moving away from where he had crouched seconds before, a chainsword humming idly in his grip and a bolt-pistol mag-locked to his thigh armour as he sprinted.
“Consul, there appears to be a blockage in our way.” It was the voice of Engilram in his ear, the fools heavy breathing clear from how he spoke, why had he not dropped his heavy bolter?!
“Identify obstruction, Dead-eye.”
“Seems to be some of our fodder...and some ilk of Horus, guarding their Gunship I would imagine. Orders?”
“Well,” chuckled the stone-cold warrior as he licked his sharpened teeth, “we go through them.”
The sound of his blade roaring into life, and the sight of fragile fleeing mortal vessels to massacre before him, gave the once proud warrior a thrill of excitement; this may not help hone his skills, but it would at least relieve some of his built-up tension.
War had come to Minoa III not in drips and droplets, not in a steady and orderly assault by the enemies of the Imperium, but in a week of fiery hell and swooping vehicles that descended from on-high to tear down defences and batter aside whole Cohorts of Mechanicus Skitarii as they sought to claim the resource-rich world for the Dark Gods and for their Warmaster when he was inevitably triumphant. Of course, not everyone was such a willing participant in that vision of the future, not by a long shot – some were members of wrecked and ruined Legions, short on supplies and materials for their Long War, while others were simply renegades and opportunists intent on carnage for the sake of carnage.
Either way, things did not go according to plan...
Vibianus Agathon had landed upon this world with his brother Legionnaires of the Perfect Form - an Emperor's Children Warband made up of some of the least degenerate warriors of that scattered Legion, warriors who had sought perfection within other crafts outside of simple hedonism and lust.
There had been two dozen of them then, and within the following months he had seen them whittled down to just half of that number, the six remaining Astartes quickly realising that the tide was turning when Imperial vox-transmissions could be heard in their ear.
“Agathon, we must go!” Roared one of his brothers over his helmet-vox, the bolter he now held in his hand having been taken from the corpse of a wounded Black Legionnaire...not that the downed warrior had lasted long after that, “there are too many, the False Emperor's lackeys have overturned our fleet in orbit and there is no reason for us to remain.”
Even as the targeting runes within his own plumaged helmet flickered between the multitude of Skitarii Hyspasists and Rangers making their way toward his squads position – a ruined and gutted manufactorum block, now without three walls and a roof – the former Consul looked around for a way off this useless rock.
It took a moment, a moment he truly did not have with Imperial forces bearing down on his location, but he found a way off the planet.
“There appears to be a Gunship to the south-east of our location, follow me and conserve your ammunition, knives and chain-weapons only.”
Affirmation runes flashed on the inside of his helmet, the superhuman already moving away from where he had crouched seconds before, a chainsword humming idly in his grip and a bolt-pistol mag-locked to his thigh armour as he sprinted.
“Consul, there appears to be a blockage in our way.” It was the voice of Engilram in his ear, the fools heavy breathing clear from how he spoke, why had he not dropped his heavy bolter?!
“Identify obstruction, Dead-eye.”
“Seems to be some of our fodder...and some ilk of Horus, guarding their Gunship I would imagine. Orders?”
“Well,” chuckled the stone-cold warrior as he licked his sharpened teeth, “we go through them.”
The sound of his blade roaring into life, and the sight of fragile fleeing mortal vessels to massacre before him, gave the once proud warrior a thrill of excitement; this may not help hone his skills, but it would at least relieve some of his built-up tension.
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9 yrs ago
Forum: Casual Roleplay
Well, @Lauder still needs to edit his sheet before I can accept it, but I'll get the rest of us going.
Posted.
'Good riddance' was the only thing that Listec could think of as he leapt from the side of the ship and landed with a soft thud, quickly rethinking his inner slight toward the Men and their Captain as he cast an eye over both of the short-arsed hairballs strutting about as if they owned Lustria itself – the so-called Ranger had an especial air of arrogance and 'I know everything' about him that made the Elf warm to him and become severely repulsed by him in equal measure; indeed, he was quite impressed by the diminutive half-mans ability to even scramble up a tree, let alone return with a source of food.
Taking the coconut without comment and expertly cutting the top off, using the same knife he used to flay any wayward Druchii that landed on the shores of Ulthuan, he lowered his neckerchief and gulped down the milk inside; it was assuredly a blessing from Estreuth, Lord of Hunger, and he gave silent prayer...along with a verse from the Catechism of Hatred and Vengeance.
"One false move, wizard." She said quietly. "Just one, and I will gut you like a fish."
Listec, as the Dwarf had rightly surmised, heard almost everything that went on about him - including clandestine Bretonnian threats – but, being above such petty things as disputes between Humans, he tossed the remainder of his coconut into the undergrowth with one hand and held his finely wrought longbow in the other as he walked.
“I agree,” he agreed, his tongue slipping like water over the rough Reikland vowels, “lead on.”
Taking the coconut without comment and expertly cutting the top off, using the same knife he used to flay any wayward Druchii that landed on the shores of Ulthuan, he lowered his neckerchief and gulped down the milk inside; it was assuredly a blessing from Estreuth, Lord of Hunger, and he gave silent prayer...along with a verse from the Catechism of Hatred and Vengeance.
"One false move, wizard." She said quietly. "Just one, and I will gut you like a fish."
Listec, as the Dwarf had rightly surmised, heard almost everything that went on about him - including clandestine Bretonnian threats – but, being above such petty things as disputes between Humans, he tossed the remainder of his coconut into the undergrowth with one hand and held his finely wrought longbow in the other as he walked.
“I agree,” he agreed, his tongue slipping like water over the rough Reikland vowels, “lead on.”
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@jbeil@Andreyich@BCTheEntity@Kratesis
My sincerest apologies for my tardiness, but just trust me when I say I have reasons why I don't post - life is a harsh mistress.
Anywho, thought I'd plonk us down into some action, so make sure you get a feel for where we are, and do kill a couple of enemies (or more); generally do what you like, but do remember that stupid actions will get just as ridiculous consequences. Probably character death.
My sincerest apologies for my tardiness, but just trust me when I say I have reasons why I don't post - life is a harsh mistress.
Anywho, thought I'd plonk us down into some action, so make sure you get a feel for where we are, and do kill a couple of enemies (or more); generally do what you like, but do remember that stupid actions will get just as ridiculous consequences. Probably character death.
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9 yrs ago
Forum: Advanced Roleplay
@jbeil@Andreyich@BCTheEntity@Kratesis
Kliment could certainly not fault the intelligence of his protectors, or of the Confessor with fabulous sideburns, a number of them asking pertinent questions – questions he had not wished to answer, but would have to now that they had been asked. He would answer them all in a single statement, clutching and releasing his fingers and giving off a smile that showed they had gained his respect.
“Relevant questions all,” he said with a slight nod, “and I shall answer now that Von Behner and his family have not been investigated. As you can probably imagine, such a thing would be looked upon with some disgruntlement from a Governor, and may sour relations between the Inquisition and Athega Tertius.”
As the ship passed through the planets infamous smog, a thick atmospheric layer made from thousands of constantly mass producing factorums and the necessary vehicles and labour, there was a slight shuddering of the vessel. After said turbulence, and a confirmation that it was such from the servitor slaved to the pilot console, the ship went only moments later into horizontal hovering mode above a platform wide enough to contain numerous vessels.
Sat as it was atop one of the tallest spires, the smog swirling about them as they landed, there was very little to see from either within the Lander or without it...
“Let us try to retain an air of simple visitation,” he bade them as he stood up from his landing-throne, glancing briefly at Horacio and those Sisters that had spoken, “but I assure you that even they shall be investigated, covertly or no, once our time here is through.”
With no further words to speak and a short command to the servitor, the ship thudding down onto the platform with a hiss of gasses and a slow silencing of the engines, Kliment replaced his helmet and strode forward as the landing ramp was lowered on its pistons to the rockcrete below.
Ashen black soot and dust whirled around the platform like some form of vortex, impenetrable but for a few feet in front of oneself, but from what the Inquisitor could make out as he took his first steps down the ramp and onto the platform his shuttle was the only vessel on the expansive platform...and it was quiet...too quiet.
“I don't like this,” came a muffled and muttered note to himself, his photo-visors helping to pierce the darkness of the cloud around him as he moved to the foot of the ramp. Yet it wasn't the prick of the suits electro-muscle fibres that made the skin of his body crawl, nor the sense of unease that had built up within the pit of his stomach, it was that most primal fear of the unknown.
One breath....two breath...three breath...there!
Something or someone moved in the cloud, a human-like figure from the shape of them, the sound of a doorway hissing open being picked up by his helmets auditory receptors from some distance away – likely the only way on and off of the landing platform, leading into a lift shaft no doubt. More footsteps could be heard, heavy breathing, grunts and hisses of displeasure, and finally the racking back of an autogun bolt.
Frak.
Before he had a chance to move back into the Lander, his only source of cover being the thick girth of one of the pistons from which it hinged, Kliment went into a half-crouch as the first solid-slug projectiles chipped flecks of outer golden paint and grey ceramite from his power armour; in three fluid motions he had plucked his bolt-pistol from where it was mag-locked to his thigh, loaded a magazine into it, and now returned fire toward where he believed his enemy dwelt.
From time-to-time he could see them shifting positions, the dust clearing momentarily to allow a half-decent shot in his own defence, and even spotted the symbol of the Athega Tertius PDF upon the sleeve of a rust-brown uniform jacket – the cog of the Omnissiah overlaid by a crimson III numeral – suggesting a deeper heresy than he had first suspected.
Allowing himself a mere fraction of a minute to look away from his enemy (or enemies) he amplified his voice and shouted back to the interior of the Aquila Lander.
“Now would be a good time, Sisters. To arms!”
Kliment could certainly not fault the intelligence of his protectors, or of the Confessor with fabulous sideburns, a number of them asking pertinent questions – questions he had not wished to answer, but would have to now that they had been asked. He would answer them all in a single statement, clutching and releasing his fingers and giving off a smile that showed they had gained his respect.
“Relevant questions all,” he said with a slight nod, “and I shall answer now that Von Behner and his family have not been investigated. As you can probably imagine, such a thing would be looked upon with some disgruntlement from a Governor, and may sour relations between the Inquisition and Athega Tertius.”
As the ship passed through the planets infamous smog, a thick atmospheric layer made from thousands of constantly mass producing factorums and the necessary vehicles and labour, there was a slight shuddering of the vessel. After said turbulence, and a confirmation that it was such from the servitor slaved to the pilot console, the ship went only moments later into horizontal hovering mode above a platform wide enough to contain numerous vessels.
Sat as it was atop one of the tallest spires, the smog swirling about them as they landed, there was very little to see from either within the Lander or without it...
“Let us try to retain an air of simple visitation,” he bade them as he stood up from his landing-throne, glancing briefly at Horacio and those Sisters that had spoken, “but I assure you that even they shall be investigated, covertly or no, once our time here is through.”
With no further words to speak and a short command to the servitor, the ship thudding down onto the platform with a hiss of gasses and a slow silencing of the engines, Kliment replaced his helmet and strode forward as the landing ramp was lowered on its pistons to the rockcrete below.
Ashen black soot and dust whirled around the platform like some form of vortex, impenetrable but for a few feet in front of oneself, but from what the Inquisitor could make out as he took his first steps down the ramp and onto the platform his shuttle was the only vessel on the expansive platform...and it was quiet...too quiet.
“I don't like this,” came a muffled and muttered note to himself, his photo-visors helping to pierce the darkness of the cloud around him as he moved to the foot of the ramp. Yet it wasn't the prick of the suits electro-muscle fibres that made the skin of his body crawl, nor the sense of unease that had built up within the pit of his stomach, it was that most primal fear of the unknown.
One breath....two breath...three breath...there!
Something or someone moved in the cloud, a human-like figure from the shape of them, the sound of a doorway hissing open being picked up by his helmets auditory receptors from some distance away – likely the only way on and off of the landing platform, leading into a lift shaft no doubt. More footsteps could be heard, heavy breathing, grunts and hisses of displeasure, and finally the racking back of an autogun bolt.
Frak.
Before he had a chance to move back into the Lander, his only source of cover being the thick girth of one of the pistons from which it hinged, Kliment went into a half-crouch as the first solid-slug projectiles chipped flecks of outer golden paint and grey ceramite from his power armour; in three fluid motions he had plucked his bolt-pistol from where it was mag-locked to his thigh, loaded a magazine into it, and now returned fire toward where he believed his enemy dwelt.
From time-to-time he could see them shifting positions, the dust clearing momentarily to allow a half-decent shot in his own defence, and even spotted the symbol of the Athega Tertius PDF upon the sleeve of a rust-brown uniform jacket – the cog of the Omnissiah overlaid by a crimson III numeral – suggesting a deeper heresy than he had first suspected.
Allowing himself a mere fraction of a minute to look away from his enemy (or enemies) he amplified his voice and shouted back to the interior of the Aquila Lander.
“Now would be a good time, Sisters. To arms!”
@Sophrus@Wraithblade6@Necroes@BCTheEntity@DepressedSoviet@Hank@Bright_Ops
Keep going as you've been doing, liking the posts thus far; if you wish to get some action in, then feel free to blast some Tyranids (just not the Broodlord), some cannibal/mutant scum, some heretical cultists or even one another. The 'signal' is coming from within the The Dawn of Truth., so that should be your eventual goal.
Keep going as you've been doing, liking the posts thus far; if you wish to get some action in, then feel free to blast some Tyranids (just not the Broodlord), some cannibal/mutant scum, some heretical cultists or even one another. The 'signal' is coming from within the The Dawn of Truth., so that should be your eventual goal.
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