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Warhammer 40k RP: The Giroth system incursion [OFFICIALLY DISBANDED]
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9 yrs ago
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The custodes did not know what he summoned but it's power was such, arcane powers where never to be trusted. Darker powers always had a price and corruption spread to the soul nd slowly that infection grew.
Such was the way of Heresey. Such dark powers broke a golden age.
The custodes very skin and soul though warded felt the darkness. Felt it tingle with somthing darker than any man. , embracing the emparors very athema in thr tiniest margin, few understood how close they where, there very genes where shaped by his. Each embraced his power and his strengh of will in thr smallest margin. But such was ernough to protect them.
"the warp has grave concquences"
Asura thought, to strike down bill, the very last word spoke of great and dread power none should possess. Turning to the others, the distraction. Ideal.
"grave but he shall not have all the purgibg"
Moving faster than human could seem to understand Asura engaged abother of the possessed marines. Monsters. Deadly beyond there kin and empowered by foul warp craft. The duel began with such ferocity, a blink of a eye and even the custodians blood bright red hit the floor as it healed almost instantly.
To spill the blood of a custodian spoke of the greatest of enemies, the most deadly of mankind's foes.
speakers amplifying voice dramaticly, a sonic wave of fury and rage.
"the enemies of man shall be at a end"
...
Aboard one of man's greatest warships, custodians own fleet of nightly warships, part battleship, part battle barge and crafted solely for the emparors closest sons. A centurian clad in almost mythical terminator plate saw a distress call ring out. Asura was assigned to that front. He had worked hard for decades to train the custodian, a process much artifice as there transformation.
He would not lose such a valuable asset.
Barking out the command. The great warship turned to the front to seek his apprentice, to others it would not be understood, but they where there own. There custom and tradition was secret to all but themselves.
@Dealdric
Such was the way of Heresey. Such dark powers broke a golden age.
The custodes very skin and soul though warded felt the darkness. Felt it tingle with somthing darker than any man. , embracing the emparors very athema in thr tiniest margin, few understood how close they where, there very genes where shaped by his. Each embraced his power and his strengh of will in thr smallest margin. But such was ernough to protect them.
"the warp has grave concquences"
Asura thought, to strike down bill, the very last word spoke of great and dread power none should possess. Turning to the others, the distraction. Ideal.
"grave but he shall not have all the purgibg"
Moving faster than human could seem to understand Asura engaged abother of the possessed marines. Monsters. Deadly beyond there kin and empowered by foul warp craft. The duel began with such ferocity, a blink of a eye and even the custodians blood bright red hit the floor as it healed almost instantly.
To spill the blood of a custodian spoke of the greatest of enemies, the most deadly of mankind's foes.
speakers amplifying voice dramaticly, a sonic wave of fury and rage.
"the enemies of man shall be at a end"
...
Aboard one of man's greatest warships, custodians own fleet of nightly warships, part battleship, part battle barge and crafted solely for the emparors closest sons. A centurian clad in almost mythical terminator plate saw a distress call ring out. Asura was assigned to that front. He had worked hard for decades to train the custodian, a process much artifice as there transformation.
He would not lose such a valuable asset.
Barking out the command. The great warship turned to the front to seek his apprentice, to others it would not be understood, but they where there own. There custom and tradition was secret to all but themselves.
@Dealdric
Victoria nodded to Emily, she might not be able to trust her but she was human which counted for alot more than it normally did.
“your human. We survived, for whatever reason. Something wants us together “
Sighing slightly, they where a right group of misfits, what did they do to earn this?
“maybe. I think we all have a interesting story to tell”
They headed further away from the pile and deeper wherever this hell went. Whatever they would find. Victoria found old doubts nagging. This place was not just fire and brimstone, it was something more evil, something that bravado could not defend against.
Looking over the the she saw of there little group, Nemo, a thief, the book worm and a guy younger. Sadly she did not know most of them as well, Junks must have been in her year. But he had already shown his colours.
“anyone want to get there I was right religious moment in? You not get a Better chance”
Noticing Gregg now she relised wherever as from, he was new but she was sure he was about when she was taking the tour last summer to get back used to the school alongside a few new students. He seemed about the right age and fashion to be that person.
“hey. I'm sure I remember you now. Summer, tour, my father was one in the navy coat, we were taking in Russian?
You were talking the finer points of some Star door, portal. Gate? or something . ”
Michael was younger, she had not even seen him before this day. Feeling slightly unsure what to say Victoria just waved with a free hand.
Things seemed calmer, but something scared her. The calm in hell, that could not be right, the evil never calmed, only became more incidious.
…
Marilania was panicking, whatever happened all her team mates had been dead, one had ran then the ground had opened and fallen into a pit of spikes, the screams echoed down the tunnels for over a minute shocking her to the core.
Fitness was paying off, the air was thick but she kept good pace running as screams echoes behind, Chittering monsters and all manner of sounds making Marilania run.
The tunnels where long but you could only see for 10 or so metres, strange smoke hung in air and every negative emotion and experience was amplified.
Seeing the group, Victoria had made it, thr girl from earlier. Frowning at the male. Now in slightly better clothes he still was same ass hole. Seeing the kid she was chatting to earlier too, waving gladly that some people made it and survived whatever hell they had endured.
“Vika! You made it!
I remember you. I saw you at... “
Her happiness was caught short as Victoria watched the shadow form behind her. The shape of a man came from the shadows and almost very walls of hell. Barely able to scream out of shock she watched as the figure blade almost forged from the smoke and plunged into her chest before it left vanishing back into the very nature of hell.
Weakly Marilania staggered and fell her pink jacket staining darker rapidly, falling weakly as her sister fell in shock holding Marilania, eyes streaming.
“no! Don, t don’t leave! “
Weakly barely holding together Victoria saw her sisters eyes slowly dim and her whisper practically, barely able to use her last strengh.
“just live Vika… live. “
Holding her sister as her last strengh failed dead in her arms. Ring still on finger, it almost very shine almost dulled by the sheer loss. The very light dimming in response to such act and loss.
...
Meanwhile the bystanders saw a diffrent image. Victoria saw her sister die herself, saw the blade penetrate her flesh. They saw the alternative. Bot sisters seemed to grieve for the other.
Thr killers blade penetrated Victoria from the shadows as Marilania watched. Marilania ran up watching Victoria fall and slide over as her pale snow like white skin turned red, falling into her arms.
"vika! Nook! Come on.... Come on..."
Victoria felt the blade peirce her side. Weaken as her blood fell from her side, staining everything as her legs gave way.
Eyes dimming watching her sister, feeling the life leave her body.
"Marlin... Make it out... One has to live...."
She fell limp in Marinalia arms as the younger sister died in her arms. Her ice pale skin barely changed despite blood loss and looking almost asleep as her eyes closed for thr last time. Marinalia broke down feeling the warmth leave Victoria.
Behind the two sisters last parting the smoke cleared slightly to reveal a message on the same simple wooden sign.
.....
(edited.)
“now you know what hell is. Your very fears. Your darkest impulses and memories.
The girl who lived thanks to blood money. Living on death of others, saved by there pain. Crippled, doubt, cold to her soul.
Now truly alone.
The one who hides. Scared of there self, doubting your own worth. Afraid always, afraid of everything.
The emotional cripple, always the monster, never knowing love. Never knowing anything but your cold existence.
Alone. Cold. Alone.
The haunted one. Never escaping your past. Blighted forever by your mistakes. Soul blackened by your own acts to prolong your darkest habits.
The book worm. Always hidden letting life pass you by. The watcher. Never knowing the joy. Always moving , never home.
Lastly the one who can think, timing, everything. So smart yet you are powerless here. All your so believed intelligence hopeless, useless.
Nothing.
Welcome to hell.
The blade that cuts deepest. “
Behind in the haze shadow forms gave a mocking salute before vanishing.
@neogreggory@knifeman@PrinceAlexus@Cruallassar@Ciaran@Jaded
SO epic long post. I tried to include everyone I could in it.
Please see OOC or the discord for explain
“your human. We survived, for whatever reason. Something wants us together “
Sighing slightly, they where a right group of misfits, what did they do to earn this?
“maybe. I think we all have a interesting story to tell”
They headed further away from the pile and deeper wherever this hell went. Whatever they would find. Victoria found old doubts nagging. This place was not just fire and brimstone, it was something more evil, something that bravado could not defend against.
Looking over the the she saw of there little group, Nemo, a thief, the book worm and a guy younger. Sadly she did not know most of them as well, Junks must have been in her year. But he had already shown his colours.
“anyone want to get there I was right religious moment in? You not get a Better chance”
Noticing Gregg now she relised wherever as from, he was new but she was sure he was about when she was taking the tour last summer to get back used to the school alongside a few new students. He seemed about the right age and fashion to be that person.
“hey. I'm sure I remember you now. Summer, tour, my father was one in the navy coat, we were taking in Russian?
You were talking the finer points of some Star door, portal. Gate? or something . ”
Michael was younger, she had not even seen him before this day. Feeling slightly unsure what to say Victoria just waved with a free hand.
Things seemed calmer, but something scared her. The calm in hell, that could not be right, the evil never calmed, only became more incidious.
…
Marilania was panicking, whatever happened all her team mates had been dead, one had ran then the ground had opened and fallen into a pit of spikes, the screams echoed down the tunnels for over a minute shocking her to the core.
Fitness was paying off, the air was thick but she kept good pace running as screams echoes behind, Chittering monsters and all manner of sounds making Marilania run.
The tunnels where long but you could only see for 10 or so metres, strange smoke hung in air and every negative emotion and experience was amplified.
Seeing the group, Victoria had made it, thr girl from earlier. Frowning at the male. Now in slightly better clothes he still was same ass hole. Seeing the kid she was chatting to earlier too, waving gladly that some people made it and survived whatever hell they had endured.
“Vika! You made it!
I remember you. I saw you at... “
Her happiness was caught short as Victoria watched the shadow form behind her. The shape of a man came from the shadows and almost very walls of hell. Barely able to scream out of shock she watched as the figure blade almost forged from the smoke and plunged into her chest before it left vanishing back into the very nature of hell.
Weakly Marilania staggered and fell her pink jacket staining darker rapidly, falling weakly as her sister fell in shock holding Marilania, eyes streaming.
“no! Don, t don’t leave! “
Weakly barely holding together Victoria saw her sisters eyes slowly dim and her whisper practically, barely able to use her last strengh.
“just live Vika… live. “
Holding her sister as her last strengh failed dead in her arms. Ring still on finger, it almost very shine almost dulled by the sheer loss. The very light dimming in response to such act and loss.
...
Meanwhile the bystanders saw a diffrent image. Victoria saw her sister die herself, saw the blade penetrate her flesh. They saw the alternative. Bot sisters seemed to grieve for the other.
Thr killers blade penetrated Victoria from the shadows as Marilania watched. Marilania ran up watching Victoria fall and slide over as her pale snow like white skin turned red, falling into her arms.
"vika! Nook! Come on.... Come on..."
Victoria felt the blade peirce her side. Weaken as her blood fell from her side, staining everything as her legs gave way.
Eyes dimming watching her sister, feeling the life leave her body.
"Marlin... Make it out... One has to live...."
She fell limp in Marinalia arms as the younger sister died in her arms. Her ice pale skin barely changed despite blood loss and looking almost asleep as her eyes closed for thr last time. Marinalia broke down feeling the warmth leave Victoria.
Behind the two sisters last parting the smoke cleared slightly to reveal a message on the same simple wooden sign.
.....
(edited.)
“now you know what hell is. Your very fears. Your darkest impulses and memories.
The girl who lived thanks to blood money. Living on death of others, saved by there pain. Crippled, doubt, cold to her soul.
Now truly alone.
The one who hides. Scared of there self, doubting your own worth. Afraid always, afraid of everything.
The emotional cripple, always the monster, never knowing love. Never knowing anything but your cold existence.
Alone. Cold. Alone.
The haunted one. Never escaping your past. Blighted forever by your mistakes. Soul blackened by your own acts to prolong your darkest habits.
The book worm. Always hidden letting life pass you by. The watcher. Never knowing the joy. Always moving , never home.
Lastly the one who can think, timing, everything. So smart yet you are powerless here. All your so believed intelligence hopeless, useless.
Nothing.
Welcome to hell.
The blade that cuts deepest. “
Behind in the haze shadow forms gave a mocking salute before vanishing.
@neogreggory@knifeman@PrinceAlexus@Cruallassar@Ciaran@Jaded
SO epic long post. I tried to include everyone I could in it.
Please see OOC or the discord for explain
Working on post. Start tonight. Finish tomoz.
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Warhammer 40k RP: The Giroth system incursion [OFFICIALLY DISBANDED]
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9 yrs ago
Forum: Casual Roleplay
Asura saw the firey form of a marine, thr cursed saints some had come to know as legion of the damned, some others called the ainciant fire hawks. There had been much study but no answers. The Custodes warriors where briefed on every threat. Loyal and enemy alike. Only there own kin and master could be trusted.
The custode turned, Armour scarred and dented with its silvery layers glinting though the dark paint and took the head off a cultists without as much as a thought, powered blades barely regeisting a barrier. The master work power Armour was more akin to terminator plate then power Armour but the scars and damage taught humility.
The legionaries where legend. Though legend was on thr impirum side this day. And a tool of such power was not to be ignored. Turning to where the ainciant warrior stood the Custodes reloaded the bolter with fresh shells. Each one blessed in the ainciant forges of Terra.
"damned legionnaire. Tainted one... Such taint will be dealt with.
This station will fall. The principles must be rescued or silenced.
The impirums command must be maintained and secured"
@Dealdric
The custode turned, Armour scarred and dented with its silvery layers glinting though the dark paint and took the head off a cultists without as much as a thought, powered blades barely regeisting a barrier. The master work power Armour was more akin to terminator plate then power Armour but the scars and damage taught humility.
The legionaries where legend. Though legend was on thr impirum side this day. And a tool of such power was not to be ignored. Turning to where the ainciant warrior stood the Custodes reloaded the bolter with fresh shells. Each one blessed in the ainciant forges of Terra.
"damned legionnaire. Tainted one... Such taint will be dealt with.
This station will fall. The principles must be rescued or silenced.
The impirums command must be maintained and secured"
@Dealdric
Have good reply, Friday afternoon likely.
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