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Warhammer 40K: Knives in the Dark - An Only War/Guard RP

So who do we think will be the first to work out this is a test by the Ordo?

@Dogematix

Is it though? Is it...? -_-

Warhammer 40K: Knives in the Dark - An Only War/Guard RP

@Dogematix@AdvancedJ3lly@CaptainBritton@Superboy@Poi@Andreyich@Jarl Coolgruuf

If everyone could try to get a post up by Tuesday 12th at the latest, I'd be thankful and we can get some stuff going.

Please, if you can't post or whatever else, do tell me; I cannot abide people just going off the grid without a word.

If anyone needs more time I can give them that, so no worries.

Warhammer 40k: The Eternal Fight for Freedom - Penal Legion RP (Looking for cannon fodder!)

Sorry guys, I've written Phrike out of the game because I just can't give you a good posting schedule or routine and I'd hate to hold up the roleplay. Hopefully this gives you guys something to work with and it was really fun while it lasted!

@Cash78

Ah man, that sucks the big one, but that's fine and I appreciate you going through the trouble to help us out; if you ever feel like returning with a new character, just ask.

@Laduguer and @DeadDrop, you two still around?

As an aside, if anyone knows anyone who may be interested in this, feel free to give them a nudge and see if they'd join. Many thanks.

Warhammer 40K: Knives in the Dark - An Only War/Guard RP

@Poib Let us hope that everyone else follows your lead...

Warhammer 40K: Knives in the Dark - An Only War/Guard RP

@Andreyich Noooo, they just decided to be really nice and put your clothes back on!

Yes, you're still all in your skivvies.

Sorry for the sarcasm, I'm British.

Warhammer 40K: Knives in the Dark - An Only War/Guard RP

@Jarl Coolgruuf No, anyone can post when they like; you're all tied up in the same room, all in the same position, so if you feel like posting then have at it! The only thing is that Grett was already in the room when all the others arrived.

Warhammer 40K: Knives in the Dark - An Only War/Guard RP

@Jarl Coolgruuf@Dogematix@Poi@AdvancedJ3lly@Andreyich@CaptainBritton@Superboy

Things took a much more relaxed turn for what could have been anywhere from between ten standard Terran minutes to an entire hour, not that you would know, sitting hooded and bound within the darkness; for what seemed like an eternity there were no questions, not even rustle of movement to signify that anyone was even there – watching or otherwise. After some time you may even begin to wonder if there was anyone left there, no more questions or torture inflicted upon you and no sign of life to your veiled senses.

When life eventually did return, it returned hard!

You could not tell how many assailants there were, but certainly more than the team that had taken you before, blows from fists, brass-knuckles and batons hammering into your torso with enough intensity to severely bruise – perhaps even to break a rib or two – but not to kill. In time the strike stopped, leaving you battered and probably bleeding from body cuts, making way for the electrical batons and prods that would cause your body to twitch and convulse, to heave against your bonds, perhaps even to let out a noise of pain, but would send even the Catachan and those used to bodily violence slipping back into unconsciousness...

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There is no sudden splash of water this time, you are left to awake on your own. Once awake you may quickly realise that you are no longer tied to a chair, oh no, you are now shackled with your hands behind your back and from there chained to the floor; the special thing about this chain is that it is not long enough for you to stand up from the stress position that you were placed in while you were unconscious.

Where are you? You have no idea, although it would be safe to assume still aboard the same vessel, the hood still over your head and darkness still prevailing.

Once obvious difference may come to you with time, and that is the sound of movement from nearby, perhaps some laboured breathing like your own...how many others are there in the room with you? Are they allies or foes? These are questions that might enter your mind, or maybe not.

How are you to know that there are six other prisoners in exactly the same position – one that causes the legs to cease up and the arms to become numb as the acid and cramps build up in your body- all equally as hooded and oblivious?

Warhammer 40K: Unnumbered Sons - A Primaris Roleplay (Accepting players)

@PrinceAlexus@Apollosarcher@Bluetommy@Ollumhammersong

So, one more round of posts about us preparing our shite, and then we slug it across no mans land to take and hold some enemy trenches; good times all round.

Warhammer 40K: Unnumbered Sons - A Primaris Roleplay (Accepting players)

@PrinceAlexus@Apollosarcher@Bluetommy@Ollumhammersong

The Kriegers were a flurry of rushing bayonets and silent determination, las-blasts hitting Valerian even as he grappled with several opponents, black-clad and faceless warriors of the Emperor unleashing another volley before streaming back into the trenches; it had been a bold strategy on the part of their Sergeant, and the Blood Angel was still unsure whether it would pay off – his weakening of their trench section had drawn an overabundance of heretical attention, the scum of the subverted Hive City pouring toward what must have seemed like a breach to the secondary and tertiary tench lines further back.

"Now brothers! Join together and let us crush these traitors under foot! For the Primarchs!"

He could feel the pounding in his veins as he tore apart an enemy with his bare hands, the combat-blade at his hip – larger even than that of their older Astartes cousins – completely forgotten. Even as the gore and matter dripped from his gauntlets he seized another nearby adversary, crushing the man's helmet and skull with a squeeze of his huge hand, something in his blood urging him on to greater heights of fury.

It was said that Archmagos Crawl had removed the flaws from every strain of gene-seed, but the question was whether what the Blood Angels knew as the 'Red Thirst' was even a flaw at all...or was it something within Sanguinius' gene-coding that had been their all along, and would always remain there too.

If we pool our krak Grenades we might be able to break the wall where thr foundations have been weakened and coroded.

Caelius paused momentarily, slow and methodical breathing exercises bringing his urges back to some sort of baseline – at least enough for him to retain control of himself for the moment. His eyes swept over the scene, the vast walls of the capital Hive rising high in the distance, and for the briefest of moments he wondered whether his Sergeant had come out of his cryo-sleep somewhat damaged.

About to vox to his squad leader, any words he may have had were interrupted by a vox-wide message, apparently straight from command...

“This is Captain Diniarchus to Primaris of trench section Epsilon 8-12/72,” began the broadcast, ringing inside the helmets of Valerian's entire squad – it just so happened to be their trench section, “I do not know what you did, but you have the enemies attention! We shall take advantage of this.” There was static for a moment and then the Captain went on, “there will be a momentary bombardment, a rolling barrage that you shall follow behind. Elements of the Nemesis Chapter and Shehunid Raiders shall be with you as you secure the enemy trenches along the parameter of the city.”

If one were to peer above the top of the Imperial trenches then, some 250 yards (230 metres) across No Man's Land, they would see their heretical opposites. Enemy emplacements dug just as deep and being just as strong as their own, but they were held by inferior soldiers and were unsupported by both Astartes forces and the might of the Basilisk artillery some miles behind the loyalist fortifications.

“There will be a general advance, so prepare yourselves and the Emperor protects.”

In short, once the rolling barrage began, splintering barbed wire and hopefully causing the enemy to take cover, Raziel and his squad – along with supporting elements from allies along the front of the trenches – would head across the space between the two trench-lines. It was a 'take and hold' assignment, but with many yards of boggy and corpse-strewn ground between them, and one that would test even the Primaris once the assault began.

Warhammer 40K: Knives in the Dark - An Only War/Guard RP

@Jarl Coolgruuf@Dogematix@Poi@AdvancedJ3lly@Andreyich@CaptainBritton@Superboy

Okie dokie then, excellent stuff so far! If everyone's all good, I'm going to get started on a post that'll move everything along, probably to be posted at some point tomorrow - you stubborn, stubborn, Guardspeople you.