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"STOP. QUOTING. ME." Jb, 2019, quoted in 2022." Roland, 2022, quoted in 2022.
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STOP. QUOTING. ME.
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Gone fishing for a week, will return soon.
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Happy New Year!
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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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8 yrs ago
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@Searat@ReedeThe23rd@Mortarion
Drake listened and watched the magos with the keen interest of someone who, while maybe not all that bright in the broadest sense of the word, was nevertheless the offspring of a Rogue Trader Dynasty – and therefore utterly enraptured by the new, the unusual and the out-of-place.
"Perhaps it would be wise to move this discussion to another place my lord?" Kharon offered to Drake.
"Your retinue is welcome to come with us as well if you so wish." He added, hoping that would win him some trust with the noble. "I do not know about you, but I would prefer any further discussions to take place somewhere where we might not be disturbed by inopportune meddlers."
“Of course my retinue will accompany us,” gawked the Trader – as if such a statement was against the very laws of nature themselves - “I would not leave them here!” He said, giving both Lazarus and Karl an overacted roll of his eyes. He was sure that Kharon would see it, but he simply did not care, it appeared that the Martian needed his help, and he would do anything he Emperor-damn liked.
The crowd about them certainly seemed to be moving with a life of its own, surely moments away from exploding into some sort of violence; the 'prize' of Imperial armour and weapons, as well as a Rogue Trader hostage, clearly worth more to some of those present than their lives.
“Lead on then, magos...” as soon as the group was in motion, a gesture from Drake causing the retinue to form a hollow square about himself, Lazarus and the Martian, he leant a little closer to the robed figure – more than aware of the mechadendrites, and not altogether comfortable with them either – before half whispering, “I take it you know somewhere safe, yes?”
@BangoSkank@Andreyich
“Where aaaaare you...”
If the voice reaching them from nearby did not cause some consternation within the minds of Roald and Daniel, well, then they were not nearly frightened enough!
It was a voice that bought with it, by its tone alone, a promise of pain and suffering inflicted on those that would not submit to the whim of the speaker...and it was coming their way.
“Come out and we can settle this like men, but run or flee and I will not be so lenient.”
Drake listened and watched the magos with the keen interest of someone who, while maybe not all that bright in the broadest sense of the word, was nevertheless the offspring of a Rogue Trader Dynasty – and therefore utterly enraptured by the new, the unusual and the out-of-place.
"Perhaps it would be wise to move this discussion to another place my lord?" Kharon offered to Drake.
"Your retinue is welcome to come with us as well if you so wish." He added, hoping that would win him some trust with the noble. "I do not know about you, but I would prefer any further discussions to take place somewhere where we might not be disturbed by inopportune meddlers."
“Of course my retinue will accompany us,” gawked the Trader – as if such a statement was against the very laws of nature themselves - “I would not leave them here!” He said, giving both Lazarus and Karl an overacted roll of his eyes. He was sure that Kharon would see it, but he simply did not care, it appeared that the Martian needed his help, and he would do anything he Emperor-damn liked.
The crowd about them certainly seemed to be moving with a life of its own, surely moments away from exploding into some sort of violence; the 'prize' of Imperial armour and weapons, as well as a Rogue Trader hostage, clearly worth more to some of those present than their lives.
“Lead on then, magos...” as soon as the group was in motion, a gesture from Drake causing the retinue to form a hollow square about himself, Lazarus and the Martian, he leant a little closer to the robed figure – more than aware of the mechadendrites, and not altogether comfortable with them either – before half whispering, “I take it you know somewhere safe, yes?”
@BangoSkank@Andreyich
“Where aaaaare you...”
If the voice reaching them from nearby did not cause some consternation within the minds of Roald and Daniel, well, then they were not nearly frightened enough!
It was a voice that bought with it, by its tone alone, a promise of pain and suffering inflicted on those that would not submit to the whim of the speaker...and it was coming their way.
“Come out and we can settle this like men, but run or flee and I will not be so lenient.”
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@Mortarion@Andreyich@BangoSkank@ReedeThe23rd@Searat
If folks are still with me, I will be making a post tomorrow! We'll get off this planet evetually, then the proper Rogue Trader things can begin.
If folks are still with me, I will be making a post tomorrow! We'll get off this planet evetually, then the proper Rogue Trader things can begin.
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@DeadDrop@Sola@FrostedCaramel@Oak7ree@Drunken Conquistador@CaptainBritton@tech@Katthaj
SO!
Lined up with half-a-dozen other regiments on the red, sodden, plains a couple of miles away from the walls of the city itself, the Vosmarth and their fellow Imperials are now face-to-face with a shambling line of Necrons.
You may be thinking 'Jb, Necrons, really?! This RP is going to end pretty quickly when we all get Gauss flayed.' And you would be right, but let me tell you that all will become clear once we get into the thick of it.
Basically I'll assure everyone that we won't all be wiped out...not yet, anyway.
SO!
Lined up with half-a-dozen other regiments on the red, sodden, plains a couple of miles away from the walls of the city itself, the Vosmarth and their fellow Imperials are now face-to-face with a shambling line of Necrons.
You may be thinking 'Jb, Necrons, really?! This RP is going to end pretty quickly when we all get Gauss flayed.' And you would be right, but let me tell you that all will become clear once we get into the thick of it.
Basically I'll assure everyone that we won't all be wiped out...not yet, anyway.
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@DeadDrop@Sola@FrostedCaramel@Oak7ree@Drunken Conquistador@CaptainBritton@tech@Katthaj
No one had really known what to expect upon arrival near Dugatov - not their enemy, the condition of the terrain, nothing. It must have been especially irking therefore when the transport finally descended to the planets surface, the NCOs standing to and bellowing for their squads to prepare themselves for immediate debarcation.
It was probably for the best that the transports had held no windows or portholes that would have allowed the Guardsmen to see outside, as the conditions of the planet onto which they were moving were...unappealing to say the least.
The sky, wracked with streaks of lightning and the bass boom of thunder, rain pouring down in a never-ending sheet, was as crimson as a Vostroyan parade uniform and equally as hard to look at. Similarly the deep earth, pockmarked with natural and unnatural foxholes both, the wreckages of various Mechanicus vehicles littering the Mars-like landscape outside the walls of Dugatov City itself, was must as red and far more trecherous.
Sergeant Bashil was one of the lower-rank officers calling for his squad to make ready to disembark, the other squads of the platoon doing the same all around them, and stood perfectly still even during the turbulent piercing of the atmosphere and, finally, the landing of the transport onto terra firma.
"Alright, Fourth Squad! Up and ready."
Ruadhan released his safety harness and stood to in a surprisingly fluid motion - rocking somewhat as the lander gave a thump and was still, only the glare of the red light and the chugging of the idling engine (along with the now familiar noises of Third Platoon arranging themselves) filling his ears - one slender hand grasping his lasgun and his youthful eyes focusing on Bashil, his mind in utter turmoil.
Somewhere up ahead were black-coated agents of the Commissariet, their weapons of 'encouragement' held ready, 2nd Lieutenant Tasi also able to be seen right by the landing ramp as it began to yawn open...
Dugatov City, or what was left of it, rose up in the distance - able to be seen through the constant pouring of rain if one were to wipe their eyes and raise a hand over their brow - a previously sprawling Martian stronghold and excavation site that had fallen silent, the very reason they were now standing in squad-by-squad formation and getting more soaked through every second; metallic walls that had been obviously breached were the clearest structures, glinting with moisture when the lightning flashed overhead, towers of differing sorts reaching toward the skies in the manner of crooked fingers...and who knew what lay within the confines of the city itself?
"Line up! Line up!" Yelled Bashil and his fellow NCOs over both the weather and the engines of other landers, several regiments already forming themselves up facing the city on these barren and wasted plains - including the Frigian Twelfth (a heavy assault regiment from an industrial world), and the Ardus Armoured Division (a tank regiment of primarily Leman Russ Demolishers) - Ruadháns eyes widening as he saw the heavy vehicles positioning themselves in line with their foot-slogging cousins.
It took nearly an hour, but soon enough the entire Vosmarth Regulars were arrayed in neat (and very wet) ranks - strangely no movement coming from the city a couple of miles before them - the various HQ elements of the regiment consulting with one another even as further Imperial forces lined up on their flanks.
All appeared to be going well, and it was...for a while.
The first anyone knew of an attack was when the ground began to move, the red sands about a mile in front of the Imperial forces - in between the walls of the city and their front lines - shifting and shaking to reveal humanoid figures that, from that distance and through the rain, were not accurately identifiable; a swift scattering of the regiments officers was enough to tell the common soldier that something was up, the cannons of the Ardus Armoured and other 'heavy' formations opening up all along the line.
Orders were barked throughout the regiment, and Sergeant Bashil turned to Fourth Squad with a grim expression on his usually plain face.
"Keep hold of your weapons, stick close to your mates, and keep up the rate of fire once we engage the enemy. Do not run, or you all know what will happen."
Ruadhán shivered both with cold and with fear, his eyes making out the slowly shambling horde of skeletal figures like shadows in the rain, their weapons glowing with an eerie green light and their fallen comrades - scatched by shrapnel or even blown apart - rising moments after 'dying'.
"God-Emperor protect us," he hissed, his trousers becoming warm from liquid that wasn't rain, "God-Emperor protect us all."
Dugatov City Outskirts - 0600 HRS
No one had really known what to expect upon arrival near Dugatov - not their enemy, the condition of the terrain, nothing. It must have been especially irking therefore when the transport finally descended to the planets surface, the NCOs standing to and bellowing for their squads to prepare themselves for immediate debarcation.
It was probably for the best that the transports had held no windows or portholes that would have allowed the Guardsmen to see outside, as the conditions of the planet onto which they were moving were...unappealing to say the least.
The sky, wracked with streaks of lightning and the bass boom of thunder, rain pouring down in a never-ending sheet, was as crimson as a Vostroyan parade uniform and equally as hard to look at. Similarly the deep earth, pockmarked with natural and unnatural foxholes both, the wreckages of various Mechanicus vehicles littering the Mars-like landscape outside the walls of Dugatov City itself, was must as red and far more trecherous.
Sergeant Bashil was one of the lower-rank officers calling for his squad to make ready to disembark, the other squads of the platoon doing the same all around them, and stood perfectly still even during the turbulent piercing of the atmosphere and, finally, the landing of the transport onto terra firma.
"Alright, Fourth Squad! Up and ready."
Ruadhan released his safety harness and stood to in a surprisingly fluid motion - rocking somewhat as the lander gave a thump and was still, only the glare of the red light and the chugging of the idling engine (along with the now familiar noises of Third Platoon arranging themselves) filling his ears - one slender hand grasping his lasgun and his youthful eyes focusing on Bashil, his mind in utter turmoil.
Somewhere up ahead were black-coated agents of the Commissariet, their weapons of 'encouragement' held ready, 2nd Lieutenant Tasi also able to be seen right by the landing ramp as it began to yawn open...
Dugatov City, or what was left of it, rose up in the distance - able to be seen through the constant pouring of rain if one were to wipe their eyes and raise a hand over their brow - a previously sprawling Martian stronghold and excavation site that had fallen silent, the very reason they were now standing in squad-by-squad formation and getting more soaked through every second; metallic walls that had been obviously breached were the clearest structures, glinting with moisture when the lightning flashed overhead, towers of differing sorts reaching toward the skies in the manner of crooked fingers...and who knew what lay within the confines of the city itself?
"Line up! Line up!" Yelled Bashil and his fellow NCOs over both the weather and the engines of other landers, several regiments already forming themselves up facing the city on these barren and wasted plains - including the Frigian Twelfth (a heavy assault regiment from an industrial world), and the Ardus Armoured Division (a tank regiment of primarily Leman Russ Demolishers) - Ruadháns eyes widening as he saw the heavy vehicles positioning themselves in line with their foot-slogging cousins.
It took nearly an hour, but soon enough the entire Vosmarth Regulars were arrayed in neat (and very wet) ranks - strangely no movement coming from the city a couple of miles before them - the various HQ elements of the regiment consulting with one another even as further Imperial forces lined up on their flanks.
All appeared to be going well, and it was...for a while.
The first anyone knew of an attack was when the ground began to move, the red sands about a mile in front of the Imperial forces - in between the walls of the city and their front lines - shifting and shaking to reveal humanoid figures that, from that distance and through the rain, were not accurately identifiable; a swift scattering of the regiments officers was enough to tell the common soldier that something was up, the cannons of the Ardus Armoured and other 'heavy' formations opening up all along the line.
Orders were barked throughout the regiment, and Sergeant Bashil turned to Fourth Squad with a grim expression on his usually plain face.
"Keep hold of your weapons, stick close to your mates, and keep up the rate of fire once we engage the enemy. Do not run, or you all know what will happen."
Ruadhán shivered both with cold and with fear, his eyes making out the slowly shambling horde of skeletal figures like shadows in the rain, their weapons glowing with an eerie green light and their fallen comrades - scatched by shrapnel or even blown apart - rising moments after 'dying'.
"God-Emperor protect us," he hissed, his trousers becoming warm from liquid that wasn't rain, "God-Emperor protect us all."
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@Jbcool Did this die? or are you just working on the post?
It'll only die if you all leave - minus that, it'll keep on going!
I'm on night shifts at work currently, so I've had little time to spare outside of working or sleeping. Anyway, my next day off is this Sunday, but if I can get a post up before then then I shall.
Have faith, we'll all be up to our eyeballs in textual blood, gore and madness soon enough. I assure you.
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@Drunken Conquistador@tech@FrostedCaramel@Oak7ree@Sola@Katthaj@DeadDrop
As the 7/9 folks that actually appear to remain interested, thank you and congratulations.
I'll have another post up soon, and fight for the God-Emperor we shall.
As the 7/9 folks that actually appear to remain interested, thank you and congratulations.
I'll have another post up soon, and fight for the God-Emperor we shall.
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@Sola Please, by all means (that goes for everyone else too!) If your character is having an interaction with another/others, then do go ahead and post.
I shall be getting a post up either tonight or tomorrow, but I've no problem if anyone wishes to add in some more content from their viewpoint.
I shall be getting a post up either tonight or tomorrow, but I've no problem if anyone wishes to add in some more content from their viewpoint.
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As I.D numbers haven't been assigned to our guardsmen in the IC, I'll be using Hex-codes if it ever comes up.
That is a pretty good idea, I like it!
I'll get a post up after old @DeadDrop, and we shall get right into the action...and the dying.
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"I'm sorry!" Came a wail of regret that reached the rafters of the dockside tavern, "truly I am...please, you're crushing my skull!" There was another shriek and a sound of cracking teeth, all other voices having fallen silent only moments after the 'incident' began.
"I cannot hear you, manling..." responded a voice like gravel grinding together, "...some sort of apology?"
"Yes! Aaah. I am so sorry I asked where your beard was, please, I-I did not even know there were Dwarf women!"
Aina looked down at the foppish human fool once more, her ham-sized fist continuing to exert pressure on one side of his head - the other pressed tightly to the solid wooden bar top of the establishement - and the sneer that had been plastered on her face the entire time now moving ever-so-slightly into a slightly narrower sneer.
"Take your friends," she said, waving her other hand leisurely toward the trio of battered and bruised manlings, "and get out of my sight."
There was a thump as he was released from her grasp, allowed to slide to the floor, his companions nervously helping him up and leaving the tavern as fast as their stupidly long limbs could carry them.
Far from a thunderous applause, or indeed any form of congratulations, the bearded patrons of the tavern turned away from Aina as soon as the 'fight' was over. Some grumbled into their flagons about women and war, some simply went back to their pint, and others could not take their eyes off of the mass of furious muscle in their midst.
"Come on," she huffed at the casually staring bartender, "another ale."
"But you need to pa-" the words died in his mouth as the mid-bearded Dwarf looked into the eyes of someone that would think nothing of killing...possibly even another Dawi, "eer, I mean, here you are. On the house."
It was halfway through the fresh ale that a young Dwarf appeared, glancing about the place until his eyes feel upon the mohawked fighter and her drink.
"Greetings, I come with a proposition, one that might see you dead."
I wonder how much that eye would fetch? Was all she could think as she stood among the group of Dwarfs, apparently all of them bought here for and by one reason or another, the Slayer focusing on the agate jewel and not much else.
Once she may have appreciated the craftsmanship of the place, the fine architecture, the armour of all those present, but now...now she saw only an opportunity to die.
"Aina, daughter of Jyris, Slayer."
"I cannot hear you, manling..." responded a voice like gravel grinding together, "...some sort of apology?"
"Yes! Aaah. I am so sorry I asked where your beard was, please, I-I did not even know there were Dwarf women!"
Aina looked down at the foppish human fool once more, her ham-sized fist continuing to exert pressure on one side of his head - the other pressed tightly to the solid wooden bar top of the establishement - and the sneer that had been plastered on her face the entire time now moving ever-so-slightly into a slightly narrower sneer.
"Take your friends," she said, waving her other hand leisurely toward the trio of battered and bruised manlings, "and get out of my sight."
There was a thump as he was released from her grasp, allowed to slide to the floor, his companions nervously helping him up and leaving the tavern as fast as their stupidly long limbs could carry them.
Far from a thunderous applause, or indeed any form of congratulations, the bearded patrons of the tavern turned away from Aina as soon as the 'fight' was over. Some grumbled into their flagons about women and war, some simply went back to their pint, and others could not take their eyes off of the mass of furious muscle in their midst.
"Come on," she huffed at the casually staring bartender, "another ale."
"But you need to pa-" the words died in his mouth as the mid-bearded Dwarf looked into the eyes of someone that would think nothing of killing...possibly even another Dawi, "eer, I mean, here you are. On the house."
It was halfway through the fresh ale that a young Dwarf appeared, glancing about the place until his eyes feel upon the mohawked fighter and her drink.
"Greetings, I come with a proposition, one that might see you dead."
I wonder how much that eye would fetch? Was all she could think as she stood among the group of Dwarfs, apparently all of them bought here for and by one reason or another, the Slayer focusing on the agate jewel and not much else.
Once she may have appreciated the craftsmanship of the place, the fine architecture, the armour of all those present, but now...now she saw only an opportunity to die.
"Aina, daughter of Jyris, Slayer."
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