I have decided that @Jbcool is insane, and I like it.
As told by a great philosopher.
"Sanity!?! Is for the weak!"
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Known primarily as Klomster, both on the net and on real life.
I really enjoy roleplaying and do so every weak, preferably twice in two different campaigns. Sometimes even more.
From time to time i've done some forum roleplaying with mixed success. I've tried GM-ing with even more mixed success and all in all, i find forum rp's enjoyable. Hence why i joined, hoping to play some forum rp's and OWN at it. (Or something.)
I have an erratic thought pattern so my posts can appear as incoherent, if you notice you can just mention it if i should clarify anything.
Other than that, hey there fellas.
I really enjoy roleplaying and do so every weak, preferably twice in two different campaigns. Sometimes even more.
From time to time i've done some forum roleplaying with mixed success. I've tried GM-ing with even more mixed success and all in all, i find forum rp's enjoyable. Hence why i joined, hoping to play some forum rp's and OWN at it. (Or something.)
I have an erratic thought pattern so my posts can appear as incoherent, if you notice you can just mention it if i should clarify anything.
Other than that, hey there fellas.
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As told by a great philosopher.
"Sanity!?! Is for the weak!"
Grrreetings.
I got a post up.
It's a quickie, i'm saving my energy to the siege itself.
It's a quickie, i'm saving my energy to the siege itself.
The march had gone all according to plan, not surprisingly Andrew had held good on his word and let his men go without hounding them.
He didn't know, but he assumed the other prisoners were probably being sent out at this very moment. At least he hoped so.
Clarm came into view, the massive fortress upon the clifftop ever an impressive thing to see.
Claus almost felt sorry for Andrew, he knew his enemy would need it as a foot hold to claim the entire peninsula for his alliance, but it would not be a fun fight.
It didn't take long to get to the castle, many tents were outside with the various troops of the concord.
As he entered the city, a messenger rode up to Claus and handed him a cloth letter.
The lords of the castle wanted to see him, just as he thought.
After sending out his re-acquired forces for some much needed drinks with their own, he went into the keep. Alone.
The couple was waiting at the courtyard, this time without the troops surrounding him as Claus entered, which was a relief.
He marched up to them with proud steps, their expressions far from happy, but at least they were not visibly furious. Which was also a relief.
-"Milords." Claus expressed with a happy smirk, it was evident they were not in a joking mood.
Cathryn spoke.
-"You are lucky that lord Patrik De Reimer is there to cover your diplomatic missteps. General." She was not pleased, her reason going above any anger she might hold at this moment.
-"Grandin, tell him about your military plans." She spoke to her husband.
-"I want to take the Telmarion forces to aid the concord, if they fight the Manshrew's in a pitched battle they will need all the forces they can muster, also, the keep cannot hold all those troops in a proper defensible position anyway." Grandin spoke with impressive calmness considering the situation.
-"I agree, you will also take with you the concord mercenaries, you will have temporary command over them until i speak to Patrik myself."
Claus expressed, at the mercenary part both Grandin and Cathryn was visibly surprised, although fashionably so. Claus kept going.
-"This fortress cannot have too many defenders atop the walls and in its keep, it is best that only the very best forces are focused here and that care is taken not to be cornered. I don't want to see my troops pressed together like sheep livers in a barrel."
The Tuania's evidently wasn't really used to the expression but seemed to understand.
-"This fortress is best manned with about 3000 men, more than so will just work against us." Claus seriously noted.
-"Yes, that is correct." Grandin told, seemingly surprised. It seemed he just realized he had underestimated Claus tactical knowledge.
-"What makes you so certain?" Cathryn asked.
With a smile Claus informed.
-"Did ya miss it? The Steel Fist is specialized in siege warfare. To be fair though we're more used to be on the outside though." His telltale smirk betraying his pride.
-"Regardless, i'll need a contingent of your best archers, about a hundred or so. The more proficient the better." Claus demanded.
-"I'll, see what i can do." Grandin expressed with a hint of scepticism.
-"Now go, this whole affair has gone on for far too long. Make sure you are not caught by the Manshrew forces as you move out. I'll join you to make sure the concord mercs follow your orders for this assignment. Go directly south a day to begin with, then west. That way you will probably be able to form up with the concord in time, while also avoiding Andrew." Claus ordered.
With that he just turned around and began marching out, slowing down to look at Grandin, suggesting he should move.
With an initial hesitation he moved out.
Making sure the concord mercs listened to Grandin was easy enough, after that Claus made sure to have another meeting going over the defence details with his own company.
Later that day, the entire concord force moved out, together with the remnants of the Telmarion army. The tent camps outside the fortress now gone, Claus stood in a lookout tower and watched them move out, south, just as ordered.
Cathryn had stayed behind in Clarm, probably to try and keep her country running while the war was going on. Not an easy task, so her efforts were admirable.
He had no further problems with the Tuanias.
Claus thought that he should work with this Patrik guy more often, people seemed to take his word dead serious. And when his word said that Claus was to be boss, that meant Claus had a massive amount of say.
It felt good.
Later on, a scout came riding to Claus to give him news.
-"Sir, they have been spotted, as suspected, they are coming this way. The Manshrew forces are coming to Clarm!"
Claus just watched the horizon, and spoke.
-"We meet again Andrew. We meet again...."
He didn't know, but he assumed the other prisoners were probably being sent out at this very moment. At least he hoped so.
Clarm came into view, the massive fortress upon the clifftop ever an impressive thing to see.
Claus almost felt sorry for Andrew, he knew his enemy would need it as a foot hold to claim the entire peninsula for his alliance, but it would not be a fun fight.
It didn't take long to get to the castle, many tents were outside with the various troops of the concord.
As he entered the city, a messenger rode up to Claus and handed him a cloth letter.
The lords of the castle wanted to see him, just as he thought.
After sending out his re-acquired forces for some much needed drinks with their own, he went into the keep. Alone.
The couple was waiting at the courtyard, this time without the troops surrounding him as Claus entered, which was a relief.
He marched up to them with proud steps, their expressions far from happy, but at least they were not visibly furious. Which was also a relief.
-"Milords." Claus expressed with a happy smirk, it was evident they were not in a joking mood.
Cathryn spoke.
-"You are lucky that lord Patrik De Reimer is there to cover your diplomatic missteps. General." She was not pleased, her reason going above any anger she might hold at this moment.
-"Grandin, tell him about your military plans." She spoke to her husband.
-"I want to take the Telmarion forces to aid the concord, if they fight the Manshrew's in a pitched battle they will need all the forces they can muster, also, the keep cannot hold all those troops in a proper defensible position anyway." Grandin spoke with impressive calmness considering the situation.
-"I agree, you will also take with you the concord mercenaries, you will have temporary command over them until i speak to Patrik myself."
Claus expressed, at the mercenary part both Grandin and Cathryn was visibly surprised, although fashionably so. Claus kept going.
-"This fortress cannot have too many defenders atop the walls and in its keep, it is best that only the very best forces are focused here and that care is taken not to be cornered. I don't want to see my troops pressed together like sheep livers in a barrel."
The Tuania's evidently wasn't really used to the expression but seemed to understand.
-"This fortress is best manned with about 3000 men, more than so will just work against us." Claus seriously noted.
-"Yes, that is correct." Grandin told, seemingly surprised. It seemed he just realized he had underestimated Claus tactical knowledge.
-"What makes you so certain?" Cathryn asked.
With a smile Claus informed.
-"Did ya miss it? The Steel Fist is specialized in siege warfare. To be fair though we're more used to be on the outside though." His telltale smirk betraying his pride.
-"Regardless, i'll need a contingent of your best archers, about a hundred or so. The more proficient the better." Claus demanded.
-"I'll, see what i can do." Grandin expressed with a hint of scepticism.
-"Now go, this whole affair has gone on for far too long. Make sure you are not caught by the Manshrew forces as you move out. I'll join you to make sure the concord mercs follow your orders for this assignment. Go directly south a day to begin with, then west. That way you will probably be able to form up with the concord in time, while also avoiding Andrew." Claus ordered.
With that he just turned around and began marching out, slowing down to look at Grandin, suggesting he should move.
With an initial hesitation he moved out.
Making sure the concord mercs listened to Grandin was easy enough, after that Claus made sure to have another meeting going over the defence details with his own company.
Later that day, the entire concord force moved out, together with the remnants of the Telmarion army. The tent camps outside the fortress now gone, Claus stood in a lookout tower and watched them move out, south, just as ordered.
Cathryn had stayed behind in Clarm, probably to try and keep her country running while the war was going on. Not an easy task, so her efforts were admirable.
He had no further problems with the Tuanias.
Claus thought that he should work with this Patrik guy more often, people seemed to take his word dead serious. And when his word said that Claus was to be boss, that meant Claus had a massive amount of say.
It felt good.
Later on, a scout came riding to Claus to give him news.
-"Sir, they have been spotted, as suspected, they are coming this way. The Manshrew forces are coming to Clarm!"
Claus just watched the horizon, and spoke.
-"We meet again Andrew. We meet again...."
There.
By the classic quote, "And then, there was an explosion."
:P
By the classic quote, "And then, there was an explosion."
:P
All along his journey, the lumo lights were running at far above their intended power setting, shining brightly and screeching with an electrical clicking forming a continuous sound until they couldn't handle the power no more and exploded.
Lighting bolts arcing from the now exposed light fixtures.
The bolts were not always blue like normal though, reds, purples and even black. As parts grew dark the the shadows seemed to move, stir with beings within.
As Zuriel moves through the corridor, it was the final straw for the few lumo lights that still remained, the presence of such heresy calling upon the power within its circuits and therefore overloading them in the same speed as he passed them.
Making an eerie visual as the dread magos moved through the corridor, every light he passed exploded, his face never visible, but his hands ever fiddling... slowly.
His head moved in ways that wasn't normal for a human, more like some sort of bird.
As he walked up to the sensorium entry, the door opened, it still recognized him as one of the mech-wrights, dutifully opening so that the priest could enter and repair the systems in agony.
How pitiful, such willingness to give to others.
He walked up to the sensorium controls and then began to input commands. Overrides and eventually coupling his own mind jack into the device to physically override some parts of the systems.
With an initial klaxon blare, it ceased to resist.
The sensors of the Justifiable turned on, and in a quick rate raised in power and intensity until it was working far above its designed specifications.
Zuriel leaned on his hands upon the control board, staring at the data that streamed into the visual representations constructed by the cogitator arrays.
Initially, just some debris was visible, then the different sections of the hulk, followed by the Rigged fortune along with some of the other craft.
The systems planetoids and satellites came into view, then the asteroid belt towards the edges of the system.
During this time, the machines were audibly working at a massively high capacity, never meant for such abuse cogitator units were beginning to explode, then an entire array gave way.
A part of the screen died, Zuriel did not move. Another explosion jarred the entire sensor chamber, another array short circuited and began to throw out lightning arcing to other consoles and into the floor. It fried another array.
This was the final straw for the sensor chamber, the screen showed a red warning icon with the sections of the screen that was still whole until the whole room was filled with warning klaxons.
Zuriel had spotted something though, a disturbance at the edge of the system. It could be vessels, cloaked from vision.
The different kinds of the pitiful eldar was known to use such tactics, perhaps it was the soulless machines? Probably not, it didn't fit their ways.
It didn't matter if it was eldar, imperials or some unknown force. Zuriel did not care.
As the screen turned red he left the console and moved to the door, the sensor arrays were now sending out so much energy that most sensor systems of the vessels close to the hulk were only showing static, even things aboard the hulk was beginning to suffer faults and static, comm beads were hard to use the closer they were to the carcass of the Justifiable.
As he was leaving the hallways of the ship for the last time ever to tread upon the hulk itself, he spoke to himself, the ship and anyone who would be able to hear.
-"Farewell tortured girl, you will not be missed." Finished with a gleaming insane smile before his form turned into mist.
It was there the reactors couldn't hold any longer, they went critical.
The ensuing explosion was enough to rock the entire hulk, the hulk-quake kept going as secondary systems aboard the Justifiable exploded. Energy was being thrown out into space and into the hulk in visible arcs of warp lightning and electricity.
The warship that had been wrapped around the outer port side of the hulk was now more reminiscent of the skeleton of an animal which ribs pointed towards the desert sun.
Now the Justifiable was forever part of the hulk, there was nothing of value left to plunder, it was just lucky that the warp reactors safety features had held under such stress and prevented a warp rift from appearing.
As he went to the void as a cloud of warp mist, he heard the echoes of the warp.
He felt them stronger now, the psyker which made summons, the dark patches which most reminded him of the minions of the devourer. The small life candles scattered all over the hulk. Some smaller some bigger.
Even though he'd never seen them, he knew of them, the knowledge coming to him as he needed it.
He made a mental smirk, this was going to be interesting.
Lighting bolts arcing from the now exposed light fixtures.
The bolts were not always blue like normal though, reds, purples and even black. As parts grew dark the the shadows seemed to move, stir with beings within.
As Zuriel moves through the corridor, it was the final straw for the few lumo lights that still remained, the presence of such heresy calling upon the power within its circuits and therefore overloading them in the same speed as he passed them.
Making an eerie visual as the dread magos moved through the corridor, every light he passed exploded, his face never visible, but his hands ever fiddling... slowly.
His head moved in ways that wasn't normal for a human, more like some sort of bird.
As he walked up to the sensorium entry, the door opened, it still recognized him as one of the mech-wrights, dutifully opening so that the priest could enter and repair the systems in agony.
How pitiful, such willingness to give to others.
He walked up to the sensorium controls and then began to input commands. Overrides and eventually coupling his own mind jack into the device to physically override some parts of the systems.
With an initial klaxon blare, it ceased to resist.
The sensors of the Justifiable turned on, and in a quick rate raised in power and intensity until it was working far above its designed specifications.
Zuriel leaned on his hands upon the control board, staring at the data that streamed into the visual representations constructed by the cogitator arrays.
Initially, just some debris was visible, then the different sections of the hulk, followed by the Rigged fortune along with some of the other craft.
The systems planetoids and satellites came into view, then the asteroid belt towards the edges of the system.
During this time, the machines were audibly working at a massively high capacity, never meant for such abuse cogitator units were beginning to explode, then an entire array gave way.
A part of the screen died, Zuriel did not move. Another explosion jarred the entire sensor chamber, another array short circuited and began to throw out lightning arcing to other consoles and into the floor. It fried another array.
This was the final straw for the sensor chamber, the screen showed a red warning icon with the sections of the screen that was still whole until the whole room was filled with warning klaxons.
Zuriel had spotted something though, a disturbance at the edge of the system. It could be vessels, cloaked from vision.
The different kinds of the pitiful eldar was known to use such tactics, perhaps it was the soulless machines? Probably not, it didn't fit their ways.
It didn't matter if it was eldar, imperials or some unknown force. Zuriel did not care.
As the screen turned red he left the console and moved to the door, the sensor arrays were now sending out so much energy that most sensor systems of the vessels close to the hulk were only showing static, even things aboard the hulk was beginning to suffer faults and static, comm beads were hard to use the closer they were to the carcass of the Justifiable.
As he was leaving the hallways of the ship for the last time ever to tread upon the hulk itself, he spoke to himself, the ship and anyone who would be able to hear.
-"Farewell tortured girl, you will not be missed." Finished with a gleaming insane smile before his form turned into mist.
It was there the reactors couldn't hold any longer, they went critical.
The ensuing explosion was enough to rock the entire hulk, the hulk-quake kept going as secondary systems aboard the Justifiable exploded. Energy was being thrown out into space and into the hulk in visible arcs of warp lightning and electricity.
The warship that had been wrapped around the outer port side of the hulk was now more reminiscent of the skeleton of an animal which ribs pointed towards the desert sun.
Now the Justifiable was forever part of the hulk, there was nothing of value left to plunder, it was just lucky that the warp reactors safety features had held under such stress and prevented a warp rift from appearing.
As he went to the void as a cloud of warp mist, he heard the echoes of the warp.
He felt them stronger now, the psyker which made summons, the dark patches which most reminded him of the minions of the devourer. The small life candles scattered all over the hulk. Some smaller some bigger.
Even though he'd never seen them, he knew of them, the knowledge coming to him as he needed it.
He made a mental smirk, this was going to be interesting.
Oooh, meeting another character.
And the psyker this could be interesting.
I'm just gonna make a post about activating the sensorium, after that i'll be all for some action.
Or if people are itching to post, i won't stand in the way.
And the psyker this could be interesting.
I'm just gonna make a post about activating the sensorium, after that i'll be all for some action.
Or if people are itching to post, i won't stand in the way.
It would be cool if Claus was some sort of a legend, seeing he's been around more than most of the other characters.
I for one like the dependability of this rp.
It's always there, where so many others have failed for me. Also i like the general feel of it. Even if it would be useful with a few more posts here and there.
A secondary parallel RP, interesting concept.
I suppose our characters could potentially appear in that RP as well, impacting results or even speaking to particular characters?
It's always there, where so many others have failed for me. Also i like the general feel of it. Even if it would be useful with a few more posts here and there.
A secondary parallel RP, interesting concept.
I suppose our characters could potentially appear in that RP as well, impacting results or even speaking to particular characters?
It seems the action is getting on. I will have a hard time keeping up at this rate.
But i'll simply have to make do :P
I wonder if i should change my way of writing. The pros of my way is that it is easy and i just write when i feel like it, i can also produce loads very fast. The con is that it can end up being a bit haphazard at times.
My way being that i sit down and in a single sitting just write up the entire post. Read through it once for grammatical errors and similar and then post.
All my posts so far have been done in this fashion. Well, except collabs where the individual parts was written this way.
While it seems that others take time writing in a separate document. Make sure everything is correct while working over some time. Probably changing out whole sections.
I dunno, do people feel my posts have any issues, or are they good?
But i'll simply have to make do :P
I wonder if i should change my way of writing. The pros of my way is that it is easy and i just write when i feel like it, i can also produce loads very fast. The con is that it can end up being a bit haphazard at times.
My way being that i sit down and in a single sitting just write up the entire post. Read through it once for grammatical errors and similar and then post.
All my posts so far have been done in this fashion. Well, except collabs where the individual parts was written this way.
While it seems that others take time writing in a separate document. Make sure everything is correct while working over some time. Probably changing out whole sections.
I dunno, do people feel my posts have any issues, or are they good?
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