POOHEAD189

Retaking the Front (40k Astra Militarum Roleplay, Currently Full)

I'll be posting tomorrow!

WARHAMMER 40K: THE TARSON INCURSION

I shall posteru by monday.

Warhammer 40k: No Pity, No Remorse, No Fear! - A Black Templars RP

You'd have to throw me out of the airlock to keep me away.

The Political Thread

@PrinceAlexus There's mass shootings in Australia nearly every year, but this one was particularly big for the country if I'm remembering correctly.

The Political Thread

7 dead in an Australian Mass shooting, it looks like.
express.co.uk/news/world/958118/Austr…

The Political Thread

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Rule #1: the senate never does anything useful

Therefore, if they restore net neutrality, then NN must be irrelevant. Is.... is that right?

@mdk

I'm pretty certain they do some things right sometimes.

Grim Galaxy: Shots and Chances

Prince Aiden didn't know how to respond to this level of betrayal. "Wel- What can I do then?"

"Well I mean, the only thing that we can do now is kill your brother." Neil replied flippantly, talking out of his ass as he usually did in hairy situations. It usually worked, oddly enough. This time was no exception.

"I can't kill him." Aiden said, defeated. While the prince was in a downward spiral, Neil's brain was working a mile a minute. He approached the prince. "You're going to need to start thinking about this whole thing differently. Why do you wear dress uniform if you've never been in combat?"

"I have been in combat." Aiden said, though halfway through his sentence Neil started talking again, interrupting the prince. "Didn't he kill your father? Have you forgotten that you're now an orphan?" He let the words sink in. "Because of him? The brother you're trying to protect so much. Killed your father then your sister. He tried to duel you to the death when we were visiting and now he's framed you in front of the entire planet and it's put us in jeopardy too. You know usually I don't mind jeopardy-"

"Enough!"

"Unless it's the vidcaster game show-"

"I said shut up."

"We're in his compound now." Neil pressed. "I'm no assassin but if we don't do this, your father's murderer will win and I don't know about you but your dad seemed like a cool guy. You know maybe you were so far up your own ass you never noticed."

Aiden punched Neil in the face, staggering the Pilot. Taya's jaw dropped, her gasp audible. Neil caught himself as Aiden grabbed his bruised fist and rubbed it, looking at Neil in anger. The young pilot rebounded quickly, with only a split lip. But he didn't strike the prince back. Instead he tongued behind his gums, and then spat out a small bit of blood. "Was wondering if you had it in you." Neil said.

The Prince breathed heavily, but his eyes met those of Neil and they seemed to have a brief understanding. Neil had purposely goaded Aiden into rash action to prove he had the capability of not simply being a negotiator. Taya walked up and grabbed Neil's face, looking at his lip as she asked. "So what do we do?"
@Penny

Dogs of War: Old World Mercenaries

The north wind howled through the ranks as the army marched. The forests of Nordland were known for being utterly claustrophobic with how dense they were. Every so often he would see a bit of movement to the flanks, though it wasn't cause for alarm. The army's woodsmen and scouts were known for their skill, very useful in harrassing chaos incursions before they met with the stubborn Nordland field armies.

Cyrdic had some horse hide wrapped around his neck, something most of the men used to stave off the cold. In this soldier's case, it was to hide the love marks Camilla had given him the previous night. He usually wouldn't mind people seeing them. But to have the men under him jealous of their commander was not good leadership. It was why he led his horse along rather than rode, preferring to march with his column. Of course the Count rode his Griffon, but that was a different matter. They expected him to be a larger than life commander. Cyrdic was unknown to these men. Many of them were mercenaries, and some of the Nordlanders that followed him saw his Norscan shield and knew he was a veteran.

Idly he reached up and fix his makeshift scarf. Hid mind drifted to Camilla, mostly because this was the first time he'd been without her for months. Whenever he and his companion had the chance to relax for a night, she always gave him that impish smile the next morning. This morning was replaced with her threatening him if he didn't come back alive, and him giving her a crash course in Norscan battle tactics. She had faced her fair share of Chaos spawn and dangers, but after two campaigns fighting them, Cyrdic knew they couldn't be underestimate. They were as ferocious as Greenskins, and many of them had mutations that made them far swifter or hardier than a normal man. He gave her particular warnings of the skinwalkers, the bastard brethren of the children of Ulric, only instead they transformed into great Lupin beasts from their taint of Chaos. The Hellhounds, skinless beasts that could only be truly hurt by magic weapons. And with this large of an attack, he feared they would have war mammoths and shamans to summon Daemons.

He felt the hilt of his Sword of Ulric, a small reassurance. Cyrdic was not impressed with their army, even if most of the men in it were veterans. They simply did not have the numbers to halt the force Count Gausser had described. The Ostlander commanded a paltry force himself. Some thirty halberdiers and spearman, who's leader was Lance Ulfson, along with a score of swordsmen, and 10 handgunners under a sergeant named Johhan Wilhelm. He had to admit he was glad for the dozen Greatswords under his command. They weren't as famous as Middenland Greatswords, but they were still the most superb fighters in Nordland.

"So, did you really kill your own Baron?"

Cyrdic turned to see Lance Ulfson catching up to him. A striking man with a scar that clefted his chin. It left a parting in his greying facial hair. Cyrdic raised an eyebrow. "Does that give you ideas?"

The man laughed. "You just don't seem the type."

"I did not kill him. But I beat him."

"You lived the dream."

Cyrdic laughed, and couldn't help but feel a sense camraderie. "Yeah, I just had to break the law and survive ratment, chaos spawn, and a Dragon. But it was worth it."

Lance's joking manner died and his face turned to confusion and even shock. "W-what?"

The Ostlander blinked, catching himself. "Nothing. I was just joking with you." He said, clapping Lance on the shoulder. "There's no ratment."

"Cyrdic Becker, as I live and breathe!" yelled a voice that sounded like stone grinding. It sounded suspiciously similar to Cyrdic. Then again, he'd not known many Dwarfs in his life. When the mercenary turned, he saw the last person he expected to see north of the Middle Mountains. It was Skaldi Forgehammer, the Dwarf soldier and cook from the Imperial Pride what seemed a lifetime ago.

"Skaldi!?" Cyrdic declared in disbelief, grinning feircly. The Dwarf approached him as swiftly as his stout legs could, and they clasped arms. Despite his short height, Skaldi's arm matched Cyrdic's in strength. Dwarfs had a very odd way about their physiology. They were thickly muscled and stout, and yet somehow they had an innate strength and weight that surpassed expectations.

They pulled back from a quick hug. "I heard ye were here, lad."

"What are you doing here? You cooking for the Count?"

"Ha! I never stop cooking, manling! But I'm a hired axe for the expedition. Where's the lass? Heard she was here."

"She's with the vanguard. She's far safer than we are," Cyrdic said, trying to convince himself.
@POOHEAD189

The Political Thread

So apparently the Senate might restore net neutrality.

Warhammer 40k: No Pity, No Remorse, No Fear! - A Black Templars RP

@Andreyich

Sup people. I will be co-gming this. But as far as your question goes, no. We are playing as a company that is only just emerging from being lost in the warp and has little to no knowledge of the rise of Guiliman and the indomitus crusade. And as a cpnsequence there are no primaris marines in our ranks.

@Ollumhammersong

Good.