Mortarion

Black Crusade: Warhammer 40K Tabletop

Hmm, I'd be interested to join this. But I have only joined an RPG once (which was coincidentally a Black Crusade RPG)

Warhammer 40,000: Tales of the Inquisition

So, who is supposed to post now?

The Elder Scrolls: Rising Storm

I am still here and plan to post before the end of the week

The Elder Scrolls: Rising Storm

Hey, just to clarify what I said at the end of my bio; I am really busy this week with university so I'll most like post before or during Friday, hope this isn't much of a problem guys :(

Dragon Age: The Coming Blight

Hmm, I see. You make a few points that are quite interesting, but if we are gonna keep talking about this we better do it via a convo so as to no to clutter the thread too much, but with my context about Elven lore I meant that I hadn't read about it in quite a bit and certainly not that you were an Elven fan. Hope I didn't bother you and thanks for the chat.

Dragon Age: The Coming Blight

Ahh, ok that explains it better I thought it was going to be like "Can you cut a branch from the Vhenadahl and make me a staff?" Kind of thing, guess I should have thought it better. And you are probably right on the culture thing, admittedly my elf lore is a bit rusty.

Dragon Age: The Coming Blight

That'd be pretty interesting, though I am not sure if the City Elves would be willing to make a staff out of the Vhenadahl. Hmm, I need to think a bit on how to have my character draw the attention of the warden's as well.

Dragon Age: The Coming Blight

Well, finally posted. I hope it's good enough. Also, I hope you don't mind I referred to your post in mine Lucius

Dragon Age: The Coming Blight

A few kilometers away from Denerim, 7 days ago
(Dragon's Peak)
Ten armored figures surrounded a solitary man wearing plain cloves, a staff held in one hand and a sword in the other. "I assure you gentleman, this staff is only for walking purposes, you see I had a fracture in my leg that didn't heal properly when I was a child and need this old thing to help me walk properly" He said as he twirled the staff in his hand, something which made the armored men tense considerably. Apart from that fact, it was a nice enough day, the sun was shinning brightly and it warmed his body but the reflection of the sun's rays on their armor bothered him.

"Lies, we know what you are....apostate!" Shouted who appeared to be the leader, and at that moment the sun shone on his breastplate to reveal the symbol of the Templar order "Do not fear him brothers, he is just but one mage and we are ten. He will soon be in Kinloch Hold to await his destiny for fleeing the Circle of Magi" Said the Templar Leader, which seemed to raise the morale of his templar brothers. For his part, Alexander sighted, noticing the sun was being covered by a particularly nasty looking cloud "You know what else I am, Templar?" Said the mage as he sighted, red cracks appearing on his skin as he began to speak "I am also what your order has affectionately labeled as maleficarum." He said, his eyes shining with a crimson glow, ash e pointed to one of the Templars, who began to convulse and soon enough screamed in rage as he began attacking his fellow members of the order.

Alexander was too distracted to notice the templar leader who charged at him, slashing him in the shoulder "Die, foul maleficarum" He said as Alexander parried his attack clumsily with his sword "I cannot loose, for Andraste and the Maker are with me" He shouted as he tried to silence him, something that Alexander barely managed to avoid. He hastily threw a Stonefist at the templar, knocking him down but leaving him wide open to the attack of another templar who slashed him at the thigh.

He looked at his puppet, who was fighting against his brothers but had not much time left and took all the blood that remained on his body to re-invigorate himself. "Now brothers, he has lost his puppet" Said the templar leader as he charged at him, slashing at him again. Alexander dodged the attack and made a brief body count, only five templars remained; he dodged another attack and then raised the corpse of one of the fallen templar warriors but this made him fall down into one knee, he had been using too much blood. He sent a fire ball at one of the templar's, using this time his reserves of mana instead of his own blood, and hitting him in the face, which was quickly followed by his undead servant stabbing him in the throat. HE recalled one of the rituals his old master had taught him, one to absorb the life essence of the fallen foes and turn it into mana, and used it, feeling the energy invigorating him considerably. HE looked at the enemies, only two templars remained -one of them the leader- and they were finishing off his undead servant. They turned to attack him and he tried to cast a Walking Bomb on the weaker one, but was silenced once more; he dodged another attack and this time was successful in casting the bomb, which soon entered into effect and showered him and the templar leader with the blood and entrails of his fallen comrade.

Soon enough the templar leader tackled him, fury on his eyes "You just cost me nine good men, good friends of mine maleficarum" He said, a mixture of rage and sadness on his voice "If you hadn't come after me, they'd all be alive" Spatted Alexander, blood trickling from his mouth, as he struggled against the templar leader who punched him quite hardly. However, in that moment Alexander remembered the sword he had in his scabbard and throwing a small fireball at the templar's face, which also burned him, to distract him he quickly unsheathed his sword and stabbed the remaining templar in the throat "May the bloody Maker receive you at his side, you idiot" He said as he spat blood on the templar's helmet and then left after searching hte pockets of the tempalr parrty for any money they had.

Denerim, present day
Alexander was meditating, it was obvious the templars had heard news of him based on his little encounter with them in the Dragon's Peak mountain but so far it was obvious that they hadn't tracked him back to Denerim or at least they hadn't. By now, his wounds had healed thanks to a few poultices he had bought -courtesy of the money looted from the dead templars- thanks to a contact he had made in the Mage's Collective that resided near the Denerim markets. He began to weight down his options, he hated running constantly and he would have been content to be able to have a quiet life in Denerim but that idea seemed to have it's days counted, the other option was the Grey Warden's but how to approach them with his offer was in his mind; after all he couldn't walk there an announce himself as an apostate and blood mage, they'd most likely tell the Chantry and he'd be then executed.

He decided to head out for their compound and he was exiting his house when something caught his attention, an elf with Dalish tattoos "What's she doing here?" HE wondered, deciding to follow her as stealthily as he could, and soon enough found himself next to the Warden's Compound. However, he quickly hid when he noticed that she was turning away, He approached the gate's of the compound "Ahh, the guards must have deterred her" He mused to himself before returning to his house "She'll probably return latter, maybe when there are no guard" He said to himself as he returned his house, and once he was inside decided to scout the building a few times later in the day until she could catch at what time she was heading there; after all, he might have more luck if he was with someone else who was also considered an unwelcome person in human society.

Warhammer 40,000: Tales of the Inquisition

It was only a second latter after he had spoken that Constantine realized his mistake, something which was confirmed by the less than friendly smile the Inquisitor gave him before showing him the section of the hive that they were heading to and clarifying that this area was also the last known location of the rogue Navigator "Pardon m'lord, it was a poor choice of words on my part" Said the magos, standing to attention like he used to do in his time back in the Imperial Guard when the regiment was chastised by a mistake. He then followed Inquisitor Xersus to the tunnels, after he had finished delivering the information of the battlefield, which eventually leaded to a hangar bay where a Chimera was stationed, he had the feeling that the workmanship of the tunnels was that of the people of Krieg but Constantine couldn't be certain for he hadn't worked with them too many times on his time in the Guard due to their reputation.

He shook his head back to the present and looked at the Chimera once more, noticing that the psyker known as Sten was running his hand over the Chimera, maybe like the Tech-Priest he had been part of the Imperial Guard for he too seemed to feel a similar melancholy to the one that swelled in the chest of Omicron-Sigma at that moment though his melancholy also was born from remembering his times as an apprentice in the Explorator fleet of Epsilon-Zeta 656. Once more, he shacked his head slightly to dispel such irrational thoughts and entered the armored vehicle and sat next to the psyker and took out his book and began reading The Sixteen Universal Laws in a low voice; however his prayer was interrupted when Sister Mary mentioned rewarding the loyalty of a gang by killing them, which caused his mechadendrites to twitch slightly, and knowing he could not keep reading in peace he tucked his book back with the rest of his belongings and turned to look at the psyker, who was finishing an Iho-stick "Pardon my intrusion, but were you in the Guard before joining the retinue?" He asked him in the friendliest tone, which was not what most would consider very friendly, possible to the psyker after he had finished reassembling his las pistol, trying to direct his thought's away from the Repentia Sisters.