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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.

Most Recent Posts

@agentmanatee@Klomster@Wraithblade6@Necroes@BCTheEntity@Sophrus

“It is pleasant, when the sea is high and the winds are dashing the waves about, to watch from the shores the struggles of another.” - Livy


This is exactly what comes to mind when reading the above posts, that exact quote, because in my mind it is exactly what's happening here; there are only so many times I can apologise, so this time I won't even bother. Instead I'll just say this.

I work long hours, and recently (due to holidays in the UK) I have been working over nights and into the early hours of the next morning, when I rise a few hours before I need to go to work (usually one or two) I don't really have the wherewithal to construct a post.

Now, I understand that my post wasn't exactly the best, but being picked apart by my players - especially one that doesn't seem to have even attempted GMing on this site, yet is quite happy to poke fingers - is not productive on any level, and in fact can cause people to feel quite shit. I'll get a post up, I'll describe the chamber (just for you, @Klomster) and then I'll progress the plot (just for you, @Necroes), and then I'll attempt to make this the last tirade I have without blowing a blood vessel while I rub my reddened eyes.

And although not entirely correct, @Wraithblade6 was nearly correct, I was actually waiting for some (anyone) to ask the obvious "where are we?", "what is this room?", "what the Throne is in those strange tanks, and why should Lucius not hammer away at them with his fists?", "is there any way out of this room?" Generally anything that I bunch of volatile people suddenly trapped in a room with glowing containment chambers might ask. Which so far no one has even bothered to do, I think being too distracted by Greenskins whacking people in the head and the subsequent fallout.

Now that I've had my rant, unwarranted or not, I'll get working on that post now.
@Wraithblade6@Zelosse@Andreyich

Well there we go, Chapter 1 is finished, and I'd just like to commend you guys for sticking with it for so long and through everything - not surprised that Wraith did, he seems to bloody love 40k.

What happens now is really up to everyone although, if we wish for this to continue, then a mass recruitment drive would probably be the thing; suggestions are welcome, as is @Asura, if you are still about and willing.

Again, my sincerest thanks, and may the next operation be swifter and with less time taken by me to post...sometimes I hate my life.
@Zelosse@Wraithblade6@Andreyich

Aldaric stopped swinging, and with it may have realised that at the end of his blade was the quickly stiffening corpse of what had once been a Dark Eldar Dracon.

Sirren Gadex had been the first to die, his own blood-lust – leant to him by Sanguinius and his Chapter's past – taking him into and onto the flashing blades of the Incubi nearly as soon as the door had been breached.

Next were Chaplain Zaphiel and Brother Corbite, all the litanies and technological alterations in the Milky Way being unable to save them from the elite of the Dark Eldar forces.

“Sorrow” was last, his black-armoured form slashed from head to toe and crumpled at the foot of the Dracon's chair with a dozen splinter shots through his head.

Only three battle-brothers remained, and it was as Aldaric ceased his swinging that something in their helmet clicked, a signal in fact...full of static, but there.

“Kill-T...Epsilon...do you copy? This is Ca- Roa....the Arcadius is badly damaged, but we are intact, praise the Emperor. Our missi- still aw-, return to the Assault Ram as swiftly as possible and back for extraction and debriefing. Roa out.”

It took another half-day to return to the Lunar-class vessel, damaged and in need of desperate repair but still active, Brothers Inri, Ironmarch and Felbane reunited with their mentors and fully accepted as the nucleus of a future Kill-team themselves. There was much mourning, however, at the deaths of so many raw recruits, as well as two of their mentors, and the appropriate time was taken to make sure their gene-seed was extracted and the Dark Eldar fully broken before the Imperial ships moved on.

There was a change of plan – they would be making for a little know Watch Station to await reinforcements, before going onward and into battle with their original foe.

Chapter 1, fini.
@Necroes@BCTheEntity@Wraithblade6@Klomster@Sophrus@agentmanatee

Even as others feel apart around him, things happening – Greenskins attacking Fallen, Corsairs entering the scene, the sounds of battle still able to be heard beyond the confines of the chamber – Vedius did not even hear the words of Zuriel and instead had receded back into his own mind once more.

”Do not let them reach the chamber, Brothers!” Called out Centurion Aulus of the Emperor's Children, raising his bolter to unleash hell against the pursuing and twisted forms of what had once been Word Bearers, but now appeared to have damned themselves by their actions, “the cargo must reach its destination.”

Vedius knew that they were all made traitors, knew that the legion and his Primarch had turned from the light of the Emperor, but ever since the transmission they had sough to finish their last mission if it killed them in the process. They had been in the middle of doing so when the warship of the Seventeenth Legion had attacked, pods fired over and burrowing into the hull of the Aquila like so many ticks, spewing forth crimson-armoured legionnaires. Their assault had been ferocious and by surprise, they had been waiting for them! Nevertheless, the Children had fallen back in good order and now made their way to the chamber where the prizes were held.

Centurion Aulus was making his way back to his second-in-command when he was hit, bolter fire cracking his ceramite and puncturing deep into him, a gargled warning leaving his and an arm flung in the direction of the enemy as he fell; those same attackers now saw the former Palatine Blade, yelling to one another as they opened fire, several bolts deflected by his armour while a couple hit him where it hurt.

As he fell onto his back, crawling over to a wall and placing his back against it, he could feel himself slipping deeper and deeper into the blackness of death – and it was at this point that his Sus-an Membrane began to become active, though he did not know it at the time – everything grew darker still and, eventually, he simply knew no more.

When the counter-attack came and the battle continued to rage around him, he was ignored by friend and foe alike, a stroke of luck perhaps...or something woven more by fate.


A finger had been idling over his armour, and found one of the holes from so long ago...

It was only when Lucius began to assault one of the tubes in his rage that Vedius even took notice, snapping back to reality, and letting out an inward sigh when the black armoured 'angel' - clearly having to restrain himself – figured out he had no idea what to do with himself and went walkabouts again. The glass he had struck was not broken, however, and that was good.

“What is the current year?” Came the voice of the Emperor's Child after a moment of contemplation, the Legionnaire realising he not even know the date – the chronometer within his helmet having ceased to work some time ago, “please do not attack the containment tubes either, it would be unfortunate if they broke.”




“The Mon'Keigh have entered the chamber, milady,” came the voice of Farseer Gilsadra, “and I have lost contact with my possession. I believe she now resides within the stomach of a most ferocious alien beast.”

Celalyth tapped the arms of her chair for a couple of moments, knowing exactly where they had gone and why, her eyes narrowing into slits as she pondered what to do next. The answer, when it came was simple, she would wait – there was no other way for the Mon'Keigh to get off of the hulk except by them, and when they did so would be the chance to reclaim what was their own.

“Hold our fleet here, but keep our sensors open, a transmission was sent from that Mon'Keigh station, and where there are a few there are most certainly more.”
@jbeil@BCTheEntity@Kratesis@Andreyich

I'm currently just trying to think of the next course of action; believe it or not, there is a narrative behind this. I understand the frustration, but I'm not just deliberately not replying.
bump?


Indeed, it appears that - should no one else decide to actually write a sheet/join the RP - it may just be you and I, @Amaranth.
Right, in line with keeping this RP alive, the next post is gonna kill off a load of folks and probably finalise this little 'chapter'.

I'd just like to thank everyone who stuck around, and to those that didn't...the Emperor is disappointed.
I'm sorry I'm gonna post tomorrow dun worry 'ze doktor ees een'


As shall I, if not today; time for the big reveal.
@BCTheEntity@jbeil



(Means go ahead with a collab, if you'd like.)
@Jarl Coolgruuf If you say so, Lutetenant; I'll try to consign my nationality to the background by not using words with a 'U' in them.
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