Klomster

Are We the Bad Guys? - A WH40k RP [Mature]

@Necroes reading your characters description i get the feeling you are on the level of a big nob.
Seeing this is an RP, i assume the marines are fluff correct marines and not sissy tabletop game marines.

Meaning a single marine is roughly on par with an ork nob. One must play his cards right, or the other will use their strengths to defeat him.
Being a psyker is a great boon here though.

However, there are two marines. Sure, having a force weapon is a good tool, but there is no certainty in Urgrugg defeating the marines.
In an one-on-one, sure, he's got very good odds of winning, but two?

I base a lot of the marines power on the game Deathwatch by fantasy flight.
The marines in that are DEADLY!
With some luck, kill a meganob in CQB with a chainsword. Paste orks for sports.
Only ork capable of making a group of marines think twice is a proper warboss.

So looking at all this, why would Urgrugg so easily win over the crusade era marines so easily?
And if he didn't want to kill them, has he no control in how he fights? He could just knock them out, seeing that he's so good at close combat.

I myself is lucky i had begun to dissipate, otherwise i would be dead.
Had the bolt round hit i think i would play it super badass main character mode and survive. But it would mostly be the stereotypical final last word. Perhaps doing something cool.
In a straight up fight, nooo, a marine could pulp my character with his bare hands. And these guys got bolters, CQB weapons and a servo harness.

I'm just wondering why Vedius started firing on me.
I guess i look creepy, but is that enough to warrant killing me?
Dunno. Perhaps he's used to chaos and know the callsigns.

Gardens of Jalaryias(Small-scale interplanetary Nation RP)

Updated my NS. Added some nice pictures.

Haven't found one i like for the Schäferkin themselves though.

Edit: Added puppy mills.
If someone wants to make some slimy evil trader person, feel free to use it as a story hook!
It's not overly common though, especially considering the risks.

And i've added pics!!!
The Tak'a'dis have a picture now!

Are We the Bad Guys? - A WH40k RP [Mature]

Well, seeing i had already begun my transformation, i claim "Dodged that bullet."
Otherwise i'm rather sure i'd be dead, i can't take a friggin bolter round, even less so an astartes bolter round.

Luckily i don't have to! :D
Now for diplomacy.... rather complex in the middle of a gunfight against space marines....

Are We the Bad Guys? - A WH40k RP [Mature]

The first round of the Decurion would have struck at the chest of the former techpriest. However, unexpectedly the form dissolved into smoke which rolled along the floor, covering it in a thin black mist.

The entire salvo slammed into the hull behind where it had stood, the rounds digging themselves a good inch into the material before detonating and sending shrapnel flying.
The black mist following the path the ork was taking, towards the fallen angel.

Are We the Bad Guys? - A WH40k RP [Mature]

Well, i'm safe :D

And ork nobs can easily take a few bolt rounds. We'll figure this out in no time.

Are We the Bad Guys? - A WH40k RP [Mature]

As Urgrugg began to run, he noticed something rather quickly.
Before the clanging steps of the magi besides him was rather noticeable, however, as he began to run the sound stopped.
Glancing back he noticed Zuriel floating along instead of running.

Zuriel was glad that the mysterious... someone, they had been following was just around the corner, and that the ork volunteered to go first was very acceptable in Zuriels mind as well.
He tilted his head as the imposing ork looked back to see if he was still there, ironic he humoured to himself.
For the moment he looked forth and moved Zuriel lost his physical presence and reformed himself as the smoke cloud, falling slower than gravity to the floor and flooding out into the corridor.

At the same time the ork activated the energies of his staff. Probably some sort of crude force weapon, impressive, not many could form these rare weapons, and to think that an ork, stupid as they tend to be, had managed put the unwilling and uninspired masses of humanity into perspective. To show that most of man was more stupid than a simple ork.
Zuriel figured that this was probably not a simple ork. Considering orks normally did not tap into the warp in this way.

Gardens of Jalaryias(Small-scale interplanetary Nation RP)

The Iron howlers they called themselves. The pack led by Arkh, a Schäferkin battle-born with a sleek build, black and some brown fur with brown dots on his forehead and whom looked fast, humans would describe him as a Dobermann. His two brothers similar to him, Arf with a scar over his nose. Aru being the smallest of the lot.
Those who stuck out from the general posture of the trio of brothers, were Doff and Raafi. Doff being a much more kind looking herder-born, the earliest of the Schäferkin demographics, herding dogs chosen by the Tak'a'dis to be the template because of their great will to work and their intelligence, they were the shepherds. With much longer fur than the regular Battle-born, the herder-born are most predominantly brown with black patches, one large patch almost always over their back.
Raafi being a defender-born female, larger than the others and with a more upright posture she was closing in on 2,5 metres. Grey silken short fur with the defender-born typical snout and non-erect ears. Humans would mostly describe her as a pitbull, strong robust large Schäferkin.

They all wore a light power suit, much lighter and more importantly, cheaper, than a typical Schäferkin combat armour. It was still power armour, the complex lamellation focusing on covering the torso and some of the stomach, with far less armour over the hips and shoulders while basically lacking armour all together on the arms, legs and the head.
Bands of gleaming metal connecting all the different areas of the armour betrayed that their suits still had the strength enhancers required by the heavier variants.
The air wobbled slightly along the mostly hidden vents on their backs, the group walking with the typical hunched and distrusting posture so common of their species.

-"Alright, remember, Arf, Aru, no fighting. Raafi, watch your step and Doff... just don't make a fool out of yourself." Arkh spoke clearly but somewhat silently while riding in the elevator. A human man who was clearly freaking out the only other occupant of the elevator. He made sure not to comment on the somewhat funny statement, fearing for his life, or at least fearing a severe pummeling.

The doors leading into the upper levels Neon tipsy bar slid open and the human quickly, almost ran away from the small pack into the crowd. With slow steps and with ever scanning eye and head motions the group moved towards an empty table. Forming a circle with the three brother in front and with Doff and Raafi in the back.

Instantly heads were turning, Raafi accidentally, or perhaps not accidentally, didn't move out of the way from a man with a drink and bumped him rather firmly. When he shouted 'Hey!' Arf and Raafi just looked straight at him and snarled loudly. comments while not meant to be loud were still heard and a Janari man sitting at a group table next to Caris somewhat loudly and irritated expressed.

-"Oh great, Schäferkin, well this evening just turned spoilt!" Followed by gulping down his mug of drink, slamming it into the table and beginning to stand up.
-"I'm out, i don't want a fight." The Janarian went on, but accidentally slightly bumped Caris. Followed by a.
-"Sorry chap, i'm off."

Meanwhile the Iron howlers had sat down, before Doff got to sit Arkh pointed to the bar and ordered.
-"Doff, get drinks." So Doff walked towards the bar. Clearly without the same combat stance as the three battle-born brothers, but trying his best to mimic their behaviour. He was still a roughly 2 metres tall Schäferkin in a power suit, so while not as intimidating as the battle-born, he was still making some people in the bar freeze with fear as he walked by.
Seemingly trying to avoid bumping into people.
-"Bartender, Joordisk brandy bottle... if you got any. And five bowls." Doff tried to sound commanding, but it was obvious he wasn't as gruff as the others, in the end he almost looked apologetic for trying.
The Ishkaan bartender looked at Doff while wiping a bottle of said brandy he'd gotten.
-"Bowls? Ain't got 'em. Got large glasses though."
Doff looked clearly worried, glanced at his pack and looked sceptical.
-"Fine.... i guess it will work." Doff expressed hopefully, carried the glasses and the bottle to his table.

As he put down the glasses Arkh took one of them and violently threw it into the ground with a crash.
-"What? No bowls!? Grrr i hate scaly bars." He then proceeded to pour brandy directly into his throat and then slam the table.
The others however more civil and pouring some in their glasses and trying to drink.

Trying being the key word, while wider than regular glasses, they couldn't really drink like they liked so while Aru tried to lap the drink Arf messily poured the contents into his mouth.
Doff and Raafi being far more reserved and lapped at the top of the surface of the drink trying to mimic regular humanoid drinking. With mixed success.

Are We the Bad Guys? - A WH40k RP [Mature]

In all fairness, that name is a rather strange one.

Gardens of Jalaryias(Small-scale interplanetary Nation RP)

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Of course!!!

I want to extend my trade to everyone as well . Just dont ask too many questions and take my money!

@Apollo26

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@SigmaGoodie!

Gardens of Jalaryias(Small-scale interplanetary Nation RP)

Was considering "crashing the party".

Not ruining the scene, just adding to it.
I'd have to make some characters first though. Recurring ones would be more fun.

Since i for the moment don't have a particular scene i have in mind to work from, but i have if i work from the one presented.