Necroes

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

Eh, I don't blame any one player. @agentmanatee isn't really exclusively to blame here. We had problems with people posting in a timely manner before he even asked to join.

Personally, what gets my goat is that, in an RP where we're supposedly expected to post once a week at minimum, I've basically been forced not to in over two. And yet, when our GM Does finally get around to making his mandatory, what do we get? An internal monologue (completely unnecessary), a response to the actions of a single character (whose appearance was inaccurately described), and the completely random death of a character who 1.) shouldn't have died, 2.) had no relevance to the current scene at all, and 3.) whose death in no way impacts the narrative as it stands. Really good stuff, there.

And, in all that, what Doesn't said post do? Progress the plot in Any meaningful way, despite being controlled by the only player(read:GM) currently able to do so.

Well, I've had my rant... anyone else care to weigh in?

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

*taps finger* Well... things are certainly moving along at a breakneck pace now.

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

@agentmanatee Just be careful with Urgrugg. He's not your average ork... in fact, best to stop at the arm. Staying clear of his chest area is especially important.

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

Well, @agentmanatee and @Jbcool would be the next two in line to post.

And now that you have a character to pilot, Jb, we'll need you to post more often so we know what he's doing.

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

Well, the ork is out like a light, so I don't expect it to be my turn for a while.

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

And remember, my character is basically a chaos sorcerer, he understands the dangers. The gem is still unusual and interesting.

@Klomster

It's mostly just a magic battery, and not even a very big one. Now, if he found Urgrugg's spellbook, that could lead to trouble. Any normal person would just see gibberish... but a ritual-focused, warp insanity driven/guided psyker? Well, he might have a shot at getting actual information out of it, and there are secrets in that thing even Urgrugg leaves be.

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

@Klomster Thanks for the attempt, but it should be noted that the biggest problem with Urgrugg's arm is not that it was cut off. The major problem is that it currently looks mummified... and probably smells like charred raccoon.

Oh, and you may want to be careful with that gem. Null fields disconnect the area they cover from the warp (to a greater or lesser extent), they don't remove already existing warp energy. That's how demons and wraith-constructs are able to engage sisters of silence and the like. So, the reserve of raw warp energy Urgrugg keeps in his staff is still safely tucked away in it, just waiting to jump out and bite something.

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

The sudden entrance of the red-armored marines was surprising. As the door sealed shut, and the last of those to enter seemed to acclimate themselves to the state of the room, the marine the ork had carried in muttered some nonsense about a brother. While the red marine saw to his companion, he spouted off some other gibberish. The pain from his recently-inserted arm made it difficult to translate the many dialects of Gothic being used. Something had been said about a corpse, but beyond that Urgrugg wasn't sure.

Looking over, he saw the marine removing his helmet. When the other spoke about the corpse, it seemed to trigger something. As Urgrugg watched, the tech marine raised his firearm. With how long it took the wounded marine to speak, it was a bit easier to understand him. He had spoken some kind of oath to the humans' Emporer god, and seemed to be aiming the statement at his target. It didn't take a genius to figure out that one marine had insulted the other, and any ork could spot the look of a killer from across a battlefield, let alone across a room.

Urgrugg rolled his neck. Two loud pops issued forth, as he felt his body regaining strength. Unlike traditional psykers, ork weird boys were used to having their power forced upon them by the simple presence of other orks nearby. Though it had been quite a long time since that applied to Urgrugg, what it meant still ultimately held true. When away from the source of their power, be it other orks or the warp itself, weird boys quickly returned to what they were; Namely, orks. In some cases, such as his own, the hard life forced upon them by their strange powers meant that they were not just an ork, but a strong one at that.

Almost gleefully, for he had held himself back until then, Urgrugg released himself. Digging deep, he latched onto the power of his rage, his anger, his lust for wanton destruction as he gave himself over completely to the battle fury that he had so long yearned to embrace. With a swift motion, his hand sprang up to the base of his staff, gripping it tight. Swinging it around, he brought it down in a single, swift motion, slamming the diamond-hard jewel at its tip against the tech-marine's head. Without his helmet on, the force of the blow would easily be enough to send a spiderweb of hairline fractures through his skull, nevermind simply knocking him out as intended. Having landed his blow as the bolter's sights were being lined up, the ork sucked in a breath through his nose, spitting on the ground as he grumbled out, "Git!"

The last of his strength drained, he slumped over, falling to his back. The thud of his frame slamming down would be loud, and it was everything he could do to not pass out himself. "Oi, ugly..." He said to the apothecary, his orkish words nothing but angry gibberish to the ears of any but his clan. "Fix... him..." Letting out a ragged cough, he spat out blood, only now realizing the internal damage 'reattaching' his arm had done to him. "Then me..." he said, his two final statements in broken, but understandable low gothic. With that, he was out, his fortune now in the hands of the great, green gods.

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

Oh snap, people are gonna die!

@Klomster

No... No.

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

@Wraithblade6 Not a lot to say, really. Put a psyker in a null field, he's not going to be carrying much more than himself for very long.