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

@Jbcool Uh, boss, I think you got something mixed up....

The Empoeror's Children are Chaos aligned. As said on Lexicanium, quote,
"All trace of decency amongst the Emperor's Children had vanished by the time they partook in the Siege of Terra. While other Traitor Legions assaulted the Imperial Palace, the Emperor's Children embarked upon a spree of terror and gratification amongst the helpless citizenry of Terra. Millions of defenseless civilians were slaughtered and rendered down to create endless varieties of drugs and stimulants, countless thousands more dying to provide the Legionnaires with more direct and cruder pleasure."

NO ONE loyal to the imperium would ask them for help. Ever.

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

Don't look at me, I'm not the one playing a loyalist. I'm all for blowing up battle barges and looting what's left.

Lootin'z one uh duh fingz orkz doez bezt!

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

@Jbcool@BCTheEntity@Wraithblade6@Klomster@Sophrus@agentmanatee

Just to make sure, everyone knows that when Urgrugg is using his 'accent,' no one else can understand him, right?
The ork language is very specifically not gothic, low or high, or any variation of said. Being as he comes from a largely isolated planet, it also doesn't contain any of the borrowed terms modern orkish does, and would be more akin to old high orkish.

I bring it up because it seems like some people were indicating their characters understood what he was saying. If I'm wrong, then my bad.

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

If I get revived, knocked out, or killed by one more xeno, mutant, or hetetic, I'm going to have to turn in my space marine card.

@Wraithblade6

Don't forget saved. It was a xeno that hauled your ungrateful space-marine carcass to safety to begin with. And, he's an ork, so you know he's stubborn enough to keep saving your life, just to spite you.

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

There's always something you can do; hey, it could be you that decides to shoot the Ogryn...or the Ork for that matter. After all, he did whack you on the head. As for being on the ground, well, wake the Hell up, you're an Astartes after all.

I'd like to point out, the ork whacked him when his attention was entirely focused somewhere else. And, acknowledging that it happened would be admitting that he got taken out of action by a filthy xeno. Just sayin'.

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

As Urgrugg slowly came to, he felt strange, though he wasn't sure why. At first, he thought it might be the pain in his shoulder, but no, he'd dealt with pain before, and worse at that. No, it was something else. Gripping his hands, he felt around for his staff. Perhaps that was it, the familiar weight of it was missing from his hand. Opening his eyes, he looked around, slowly recalling what events had transpired that he found his way here. Looking around, he saw he was facing the ceiling, which meant he was on his back. That may have been it, as he generally did not sleep lying down.

No, none of that was right. It was something that was missing, but not his staff. Something even more personal. The warp, that was it. He could not feel the presence of it, the power of it connected to him. Looking about, more hurried this time, his eyes caught on the first familiar thing in the room. Reaching out, he gripped his staff at its base. After grabbing it, he realized something was holding it. Connecting the feet of said something to their owner, the memory of his 'ally' came back to him, and the sudden urge to murder the fool that tried to steal from him was turned to a low simmer of annoyance.

First, he pushed down on the staff, using it to pull himself to a sitting position. In the next breath, he yanked it away, using far more strength that was necessary to pull it from the weaker mech wright's hands. Once he had it under his control once more, his other senses took hold, and he realized someone was talking. Though he'd missed most of what was said, he did catch most of the last of it. It took some time for his mind to translate the gothic to his own language, but it inevitably did.

Rolling his shoulders, it was at that point he realized someone had seen to his arm. Though the majority of the damage, the destruction caused by the massive discharge of warp energy through it, would take more time to heal, it had been successfully reattached, and he was even able to move the arm. It had less strength than a goblin, so it was all but useless, but it could still move which at that point was good enough for him.

"That why they came? For the stones?" His question was in reference to the mention of Eldar. He'd heard the word before, and had assumed it was the term for the strange sky elves he'd encountered in the past. "We leave, have to go fast. This place, not hidden to their eyes. Like dirt on glass during day, this place is a hole in the warp that should not be. When we move, their sight will be drawn to us."

"I am Urgrugg Darkcrackah. I stood shaman of my clan for over one thousand moons. If you are wise, heed my words. What you stole holds great value. They will destroy us to reclaim it." With that, he began a prayer. Spoken in the tongue of his homeworld, it was centuries old, and invoked the great green gods by name.

His hands held before him, pressed tight together, knuckle to knuckle, he began. "Oi, Gork 'n Mork! If we'z gotz ta run, paintz uz red, so we goez fastest. If we'ze spoze ta fight, make uz the greenest, 'cauze greenz da best! Waaagh!!!" He shouted the entire thing, the final word loud enough it would be no surprise if he could be heard through the door. Holding to tradition, he ended the prayer by smashing his pressed-together hands against his forehead, breaking them apart. In the process, he drew blood from his own brow, to show the gods which option he would prefer.

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

I think I'll go ahead and have Urgrugg come around. His wounds have been treated-kind of-and now seems as good a time as any.

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.