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@GodOfWar KabenSaal brings up a good point. Should we make a stat for our ammunition and keep count?

Edit: Is experience earned and split between the group, or do we earn experience independently based on our own actions? For example, would it be you've killed 5 tyranids, split 250 xp between the 4 of you. Or would it be blah blah killed 2 tyranids they get 100 xp etc.
Chaplain Aleros watched, remaining in his position by the drop pod door as he watched the small pict screen appearing before the servo skull with information on each hallway, as he did so he took note of his combat brothers, turning to petty insults of one another. These would be those that he would have to trust to protect him and in turn him to protect them. May the Emperor have mercy.
"Chaos... Brothers us let us cleanse this taint." He spoke through his vox caster, as he looked at the left most corridor. It seemed the Red Wolf was already heading in that direction, he began making his own way there, the servos in his armour creating the low noise only the servos of power armour could make as he made each step. He stopped mid-stride when he heard the scratching and movement above. Without warning, bolter fire erupted in the room, the sound of each shot echoing throughout the room and hull.

"Brother, stay your hand! Lest you bring this room crashing upon us... In the Emperors name, calm yourself!" Aleros bellowed as he spun round on the Legionnaire of the Damned, approaching him as he fired into the ceiling, not even looking at where he aimed. Such recklessness.
"Are all of your chapter so reckless. As to fire first without seeing your quarry! Everything in this damned space hulk will know of our presence!" He shouted more as he closed in on the Legionnaire, reaching out, Aleros grabbed the marines bolter.
"Cease your fire" He spoke plainly now, anger still present in his voice at such a display but more controlled, his gaze fell onto the marine. One skull helm looking into another.
"Remain vigilant, wait until we know what is above" He spoke once more as his gaze rose silently to the ceiling. His Storm bolter raised and ready. Overwatch.
Just gotta wait for that servo skull to report back.
@KabenSaal Which Marine are you insulting with being scared of a Drop pod?
Chaplain Aleros stood, metal servo-arms clamped around his shoulders firmly strapping him into place as the Drop pod shuddered during flight. He found himself silently reflecting the mission behind the skull helm, neither showing nor offering emotion, one hand clasped his Rosarius as they descended upon the space hulk. He was no stranger to drop pod landings, the Black Templars Combat Doctrine involved the heavy use of drop pod assaults and this was no different. He gazed around at the team he was assigned to. The Red Wolf, donning the pelt of a Fenrisian Wolf of his founding chapters home-world across his armour, Aleros noticed the Power Sword at his side and his chanting in the Emperors name as they descended, Aleros' own voice joined the chanting. Then there was the Imperial Fist, apart of his own founding chapter and the teams heavy weapons expert. And last of all, and most troubling was the Legion of the Damned. The chapter was renowned for appearing amidst combat in the most dire of situations for the Imperium. Why one was with them now was surely a bad omen. Aleros gaze, lingered on the Legionnaire, the Legion of the Damned was renowned across the galaxy for their abilities but also for their origin. The Warp had claimed them and changed them. The warp bore only heretics and witches, he would watch the Legionnaire closely.

Aleros, methodically and calmly, checked and looked over his armour, weapons and equipment, these gifts of the Emperor that would protect him and his brothers during their trial. The pod shuddered with impact, the doors parted. The servo arms came free. As his brothers all left the pod, Aleros took his Crozius Arcanum in his right hand, crackling with energy at his touch much like the Red Wolf's power sword, his other released the Rosarius around his neck and took the Storm Bolter attached to his hip. He emerged from the pod, looking over his brothers who where already in motion, a servo skull was moving from hall to hall.
"Aleros, here" He spoke plainly as the Red Wolfs voice crackled over his comm for a vox check.
"The Emperor watches over us, know that we proceed under his protection and will." He spoke over the vox caster integrated into his helm, the vox twisting his voice to robotic as he gazed around the metal sarcophagus that was the space hulk.
Just so you know, your appearance is that of a Chaos Terminator, standing on the corpses of Imperial Guardsmen.
Your recon drone sounds like a servo skull, designed for recon. Is that what it is? http://warhammer40k.wikia.com/wiki/Servo-skull

"Mine honour is my life; Both grow in one; Take honour from me and my life is done"


[Name]
Ser Angriff Kalstan
[Class]
Knight
[Age]
29
[Gender]
Male
[Background]
The son of Tavion Kalstan and Raina Kalstan, Angriff was raised to a life, most considered privileged. While peasants worked the land and fought in their lords name. Angriff lived a life with little want, at-least in his early years. His father was one such lord, governing his ancestral lands earned a hundred years ago through bloodshed and war with the vampires alongside the Fair Lady. The self proclaimed king taking rule over what the Vampires once ruled and rewarding those he deemed worthy with parcels of land. Angriff was trained and lived in a society of chivalrous conduct and warfare. He was trained in combat, to fight honorably and tutored how to govern ones land and taught an education, expected of one of his noble bloodline and station. For he was to become a lord. In a time where stories of knights during the war with the Vampires were commonplace, Angriff aspired to become such a Knight as the stories foretold. When he came of age, he was presented with a suit of plate by his father, forged intricately and clearly by the hand of a talented smith. This would be the armour that would allow Angriff to fight with chivalry and honour and to beat back the darkness.

However, all good things must end. With humanity swiftly turning against itself. With high society turning to war against one another over philosophy and the treatment of surfs. We was doing what the vampires could not do. Destroy us. Eventually, war found itself in the region controlled by family Kalstan. The people fed by ideals and seeing an opportunity, began to rebel in the region, inspired by the war across the kingdom despite the Kalstans rather fair treatment of it's surfs. Tavion ordered that his son and wife be smuggled out of the castle, while he and his knights stayed behind to defend the castle.

Angriff and Raina made their way to a neighboring region, t'was a hard journey, wearing on the both of them. Angriff bared the weight of the plate armour given to him by his father. The region they had traveled to was not yet reached by the war, nor would it be. Here, Angriff got his first job working as a scribe, setting the armour to one side as he made money to support him and his mothers living. After a few years had passed. His mother had died from plague that ravaged lands. With nothing else left, Angriff returned to Castle Kalstan to learn more about his father and his fate. Finding nothing but a heap of rubble and bones where the Castle once stood. Angriff, at that moment vowed to fight much like the knights of old. Donning the plate, he vowed to embody honour and chivalry in a land of turmoil. To fight the good fight and to bring to justice to those that ruined his ancestral land and any that preyed on the weak.

A few years of travelling the kingdom, rumors began to circulate about the travelling knight. These rumors are likely the reason that he would later be found by a knight of the holy order of the Sunlight Lance. Upon hearing the orders goals, Angriff pledged himself to their service and has remained ever since.

[Skills]
A:
B: Weapon Proficiency (Sword), Armor
C: Bravery, Vigor, Discipline
D: Ride
E: Speech
[Equipment]
Longsword
Heavy Shield (Armor C)
Massive Armor (Armor A)
Warhorse
Healing Draught (x3) - Speeds up recovery of bruises, cuts and broken bones.

Alright. I'll wait and see as to what type of sniper you are. Must be hunting carnifex or something to warrant tactical dreadnought armour. ;)
Oh shit, I'm excited.
On another note, a terminator with a sniper. Good luck with that in a Space hulk. ;)
So, how will this actually play out IC?
In combat, will we send you PMs stating our characters actions and then you tell us the results which we roleplay in our post of that turn. Or will we roleplay our characters turn and action, and then at the end of the round you will post what happens with our rolls etc?
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