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4 yrs ago
"STOP. QUOTING. ME." Jb, 2019, quoted in 2022." Roland, 2022, quoted in 2022.
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7 yrs ago
STOP. QUOTING. ME.
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7 yrs ago
Gone fishing for a week, will return soon.
7 yrs ago
Happy New Year!
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8 yrs ago
Merry Yuletide, one and all! Gods bless.
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Bio

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.

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@Louis Dabout Sounds good, feel free to click on the poster then and make your interest known in the OOC thread.
@Necroes@BCTheEntity@Wraithblade6@Klomster@Sophrus@agentmanatee

Right, last round of posts for everyone to get their arses inside!

These can be shorter posts or not, that's up to you, but finish up killing whatever you have to and get inside...or stay outside and die.
@Necroes@BCTheEntity@Wraithblade6@Klomster@Sophrus@agentmanatee

Everything happened so quickly, the whole world seeming to swim in his mind as battle was joined from a hundred directions by a hundred combatants, an overriding sense of nausea – very odd indeed for one of the Astartes to feel – overtaking the Emperor's Child as he gazed around him from behind the visor of his helmet.

Yes, just as he suspected, everything was turning to so much excrement.

The cargo...he had to protect the cargo.

“Watch my back, Brothers!” He bellowed, the robotic sound of his grill making it seem as if an automaton had shouted it, the Marine clearly seeing another time and another place within his mind, “we must defend the shipment from these interlopers.”

Taking hold of his phobos-pattern weapon and rising from the floor into a scene worse than that of any Hieronymus Bosch painting, Vedius strode through it like the walking avatar of destruction that he was – his bolter blasting explosive-tipped rounds into human and alien flesh alike, shrapnel and indirect hits taking chunks of ceramite from his amethyst armour to uncover the grey beneath, all the while he never stopped until he had reached the vast doorway.

By this time his magazine was dry, another slapped almost casually into place as he located the code-pad for the door, hoping that Xepherial, the Orkoid and all others (all seen in his mind as fellow Astartes for the moment) would rather see him succeed and gain them entry than cause them to die a gruesome death.

“One more moment...”

With a hiss of vast pistons and a shaking that caused many to lose their footing the doorway began to open, beyond it an oddly small – compared to the size of the door – chamber comprised of several pulsing tanks of something and black metal walls, ceiling and floor; they had but moments to get inside before the doors closed again, and Vedius did not intend to die here.

“Everyone inside!”

He was, as it should be, the very first through the widening crack of the door, and already entering the commands to shut the door behind him. If anyone remained without for more than a few minutes, they would be left in the hell-scape without to perish.

One thing that seemed off about the place, and would affect Urgrugg specifically, was that the entire chamber was a blank zone. Within these warded walls there was no presence of the warp, no signature for him to tap into, it would be in the last unsettling for him and in the most completely disorientating.
I find myself completely bound and chained by JB's schedule. *struggles in vain*


Not sure exactly why - I think you simply find yourself bound by lack of initiative. :P
@Zelosse@Wraithblade6@Andreyich

Right, the post is short and sweet, and shall be the last round of posting aboard this vessel! (Hoorah.)

Get in their and get stuck in, most of the team is going to die - just to say - so that should be fun.

After that we can get on with the main storyline.
@Zelosse@Wraithblade6@Andreyich

From the lowest depths to the highest decks they fought, this team of transhuman warriors, clad in the strongest armour and possessing the most ferocious will gifted to them by the Emperor of Mankind – slave chambers, troop quarters, each room was cleared one-by-one until the Deathwatch Kill-team reached the bridge of the Torture-class Cruiser and the central hub of Archon S'rath himself.

“My lord,” came a hiss from a nearby console, “the Mon'Keigh are here.”

S'rath let out a crooning cackle of laughter and looked toward the door of the bridge, quite surprised that they had simply come straight to him without disabling his crafts shadow-field generators first.

“You are prepared?”

The slender and horned figure beside his throne gave a nod of its head, several other members of its shrine now gripping their klaives in elongated fingers and looking toward the doorway; it was unlocked, and as soon as the Astartes entered they may well wish they had not.
Love it! Finally a cause I can get behind!


Hopefully more people agree, for the glory of the Galactic Empire.
@Wraithblade6 As I said in another RP, there are reasons I haven't made a post yet, but they are too much like excuses to bother posting - all you need to know is that I will post, and soon.
Imperial Bump.
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