SillyGoy

Whispers in the dark (WH40K Chaos space marine RP)

@agentmanatee

No need to wait for me. Fourth Claw has nothing substantial to offer this round.

The Tides of Arcanum

Would you like some snake oil?

The Tides of Arcanum

A gloved hand gripped the knob of door to the Black Foot, and pushed inwards. Entering the establishment was an ominous figure clad in voluminous robes and a beaked mask, the telltale garb of a plague doctor. Politely closing the door behind him, Doctor Variel Ventris Septimus looked around the warm, homely environs that entailed an inn, drinking in the candlelit hardwoods, the presumed keeper behind the bar, and the humble architecture through unfeeling glass portholes. He perked up and thoughtfully stilled as he heard something interesting, then quickly moved to join the blonde at the counter, intending on capitalizing upon this chance.

"What a coincidence," came his muffled voice on approach. "I am also here for Room Four. Hm," he mused, as he settled himself on a stool and regarded his two potential customers, "you two look like healthy women indeed, although I could not help but notice that your complexions seemed a bit... wan, from afar."

Time for the killing blow. The good doctor slipped a hand under the flap of his satchel. "Which is why I was wondering if either of you would be interested in therapeutic snake oil," he said, procuring two corked vials of the liquid. "It has been proven, proven," he repeated, "to result in skin radiance in women, and I will testify to this with my own eyes, for my patrons have never been unsatisfied with any of their purchases coming from me. If you are still doubtful, then I am Doctor Septimus -- if my name and title lend any weight to my attestations."

"So, interested? Are you, miss?" He held the vials close to Amelia's countenance, then proffered them to the presumed innkeeper. "What about you, miss? It is cheap: only one penny's worth of cheap. Two if you wish for skillful application at the hands of a professional."

The Tides of Arcanum

Name: Variel Ventris Septimus

Titles: Doctor

Gender: Male

Age: 36

Descriptive Appearance:

Doctor Septimus

In the thick, voluminous garb of a plague doctor, Variel is rendered anonymous. Obscuring his visage is the appropriate beak-like mask iconic of such professionals. Slung across his shoulders is a thick, fat satchel containing all kinds of medical equipment: forceps, scalpels, knives and razors as well as unguents, salts and poultices for all sorts of life-threatening contingencies. In a smaller one, its strap crossing the other over his chest, there are things such as food and extra clothes: items unrelated to his profession. Gloved, strapped and with the hems of its trousers tucked into his worn leather boots, Variel's uniform is as sealed as it can be.

Outside of this grim clothing, he a man of prime age -- or, at least he tells himself. He has a slightly pallid, copper-tinged complexion and sports close-cut black hair whose longer locks are naturally wavy. His musculature can be described as average; he is neither lean nor chubby. Incidentally, he is also only averagely endowed.

Devoid of facial hair, it is evident that he shaves often. Crow's feet hang from the lids of his brown-irised, widely spaced eyes, and his nose is slightly aquiline. Having a round shape to his face, his smiles are warm and radiate kindness. This, in addition to his relatively small ears and above-average height, gives him an aura of calm charity.

In his gloved hand is gripped a short, thick cane, replete with all the wondrous versatility of a stick.

Personality:

Variel is a kind man, fond of song and food although he abstains from too much drink. He has always been a person of good, patient temper, and this has translated well from adolescence to adulthood when he began to practice medicine. His grins are wide and he smiles only when it is genuine, making it so that every one reaches up to light his eyes and ease the wrinkles that surround them. These wrinkles have come from a life full of sickness, death and far too many triage situations for his liking. Regardless, he presses on, content that he has helped to save so many. Of course, there is always the guilt of inevitably losing a few patients.

He is unmarried, and does not actively seek love. He believes his calling on earth is in the schools-turned-hospitals and bloodied apothecarions, not in a conjugal home where he can sire children. Other people have that role, and his is to help those people.

Basic Biography:

Variel is the third son of two innkeepers who do good business in the outskirts of the Capital of the Kingdom of Mortis. Raised more or less normally through childhood's ups and downs, he enrolled, with the help of an influential family friend, at the College of Arcanatras. After preparatory semesters, he was apprenticed to a doctor and the duo traveled where they were needed across the Kingdom. Eventually, when his master could no longer teach anything to him, Variel went his own way and has since been treating the sick and injured.

Skills:

Master Apothecary: Variel is superbly adept in medicinal alchemy and can brew up anodynes and healing salves even with tools so simple as a cauldron of boiling water and a stirring stick, provided he has the right herbs. Conversely, he can also create the direst of poisons and the most painful of venoms.

Surgeon: Variel is trained in the more invasive practices of the medicinal arts and can disinfect, close, and suture up wounds.

College Alumnus: Variel is a proud graduate of the College of Arcanatras, and as such is knowledgeable on various lores.

Thrifty Clerk: Being the son of two innkeepers has given Variel some insights (and virtues) regarding matters of coin, ensuring that he always has the pennies to to buy that extra bowl of stew.

Well-worn Wanderer: Variel has walked through vast expanses of countryside with nary a town to rest for the night. A survivalist, he is no stranger to personally hunting rabbits when his food stores run out.

Literate: Variel can read and write.

Equipment:

-Plague doctor's attire
-Fat satchel full of medicinal gubbins
-Modest bag of coins
-Extra clothes: a cotton shirt and pants
-Several days' worth of dried meat and fish
-A waterskin
-Doctor's cane

Magic Sucks [Now with 500% more Witch-Punching]

Uh, boss? Mistress? Would you kindly tell me when the ball's gonna get rolling?

Whispers in the dark (WH40K Chaos space marine RP)

At that point, the tactical marines of Fourth Claw were no longer hiding behind cover. Sporting cracked pauldrons and shattered ceramite plates wherefrom quickly clotting blood slowly oozed out, they walked forwards slowly in the open, confident with the supporting fire Malgadon's heavy bolter provided, as well as that of other Night Lords, as they sent precise bursts of three bolts towards targets of opportunity. With the chaos Lentus and Bas were inflicting amongst the enemy ranks, return fire was sporadic and inaccurate at best.

"Ensure neither Bas nor Lentus get blindsided. Keep up the fire and cover their flanks," ordered Sorthraal over the intra-squad channel.

Whispers in the dark (WH40K Chaos space marine RP)

Fourth Claw has engaged the enemy!

Whispers in the dark (WH40K Chaos space marine RP)

Sorthraal was first in, followed by Vorax and Udan, and all three fired their bolters on full auto, wreaking havoc inside the expanse that was the bridge. Their bolts hammered against unyielding bulkheads and fragile control lecterns when they did not impact ceramite. Glass and armourcrys detonated, and damaged consoles spat out sparks and small flares like a deadly fireworks display. Malgadon was already setting up at a low wall when return fire belatedly barked back.

"BROTHERS," the havoc yelled, excitement bare in his modulated voice as he considered the targets bracketed in his retinal display. "EVERYBODY IN THIS ROOM IS GOING TO DIE!"

Then roared his heavy bolter, sending bolt after bolt in rapid and feverish succession. Some foes in the distance, by the great hololith table, were forced back into cover by the explosive spray when one of their numbers suddenly lacked a head. The decrease in return fire allowed the rest of Fourth Claw to take aim with greater impunity. Sorthraal, at that point, had already killed two.

"Damnable betrayers!" yelled one enemy legionnaire, as he raised his gladius and began to charge at Malgadon. A blur at the side of his vision halted his charge, however, and soon he was staring at Bas' unfeeling eye lenses. In the next moment, he found himself bereft of a hand. And before he could curse, he found himself deprived of his windpipe.

"Blood for the blood god, skulls for the Eighth Legion!" intoned Bas, as he wrenched his chainaxe away from the dying, gurgling marine and allowed the bloody fountain to rain all over him. Then he rushed across the nave of the chamber anew and crossed axes with another legionnaire. A few swipes, punches and dodges and his foe was already spilling ichor and intestines all over the floor.

"Do not kill any of the mortal crew," Sorthraal reminded, as he fed his weapon a fresh magazine. "They are too valuable to lose."

"I will try," said Vorax, as he took a farther position, his advance covered by Udan. Steadying his bolter on the breastwork as he rose, he aimed for the marine hiding near the Master of Auspex's control shrine. Firing a quick burst, he noted how its cowering operator winced against the noise. "But no promises, brother."

"That is not good enough. Navy personnel are not easy to replenish, fool. You will not harm these mortals, Vorax."

The youngest member of the squad conceded. "Yes, sergeant."

"Sorthraal," Udan said. "I intend to join Vorax. Cover me."

"Affirmative. Go, brother."

In the opening stages of the firefight, Fourth Claw fought with tactical mastery that would not have been out of place in a loyalist chapter. Excepting Bas, they all moved as one and communicated where it was necessary. With the help of the rest of Arabar's flock, this was bound to be an easy victory.

Magic Sucks [Now with 500% more Witch-Punching]

So, boss, when's the OOC getting up?

Whispers in the dark (WH40K Chaos space marine RP)

@The Whacko

Is that post coming up soon?