Wraithblade6 Member
Interrogator Chaplain
STATUS: I may not come back. It was nice playing with you all. I wish you all good lives. 6 yrs ago
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I may not come back. It was nice playing with you all. I wish you all good lives.
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6 yrs ago
The fires of hell did not kill me.
9 yrs ago
No shoes no shirt and I still get service WHY?!
9 yrs ago
Too tired to post.
9 yrs ago
God told me, I've already got the life.....
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@Burning Kitty
It seemed Nicole was telling the truth. The continued sense of intended subterfuge was not entirely unwarranted, so Magnus took no offense. "Nicole, John, and Jameson Locke... You are all 'Spartans?'" It seemed they were just as lost as Magnus was, and probably got here at the exact same time, for the exact same reasons. The Red King looked pensive for a moment as he considered the implications of this. "I have no knowledge of your kind, but I do know that you are human and that you were not responsible for that light in the sky earlier." Naturally, Magnus started planning. "I can tell you that there is a native human civilization not far to the west of here, but they are different from you. They may however be friendly toward other humans and be able to attend to your basic needs." He glanced over to the game meat they had cooked earlier. "I will guide you there to assure your safe arrival."
It seemed Nicole was telling the truth. The continued sense of intended subterfuge was not entirely unwarranted, so Magnus took no offense. "Nicole, John, and Jameson Locke... You are all 'Spartans?'" It seemed they were just as lost as Magnus was, and probably got here at the exact same time, for the exact same reasons. The Red King looked pensive for a moment as he considered the implications of this. "I have no knowledge of your kind, but I do know that you are human and that you were not responsible for that light in the sky earlier." Naturally, Magnus started planning. "I can tell you that there is a native human civilization not far to the west of here, but they are different from you. They may however be friendly toward other humans and be able to attend to your basic needs." He glanced over to the game meat they had cooked earlier. "I will guide you there to assure your safe arrival."
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9 yrs ago
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Due to the speed of this rp, I'm gonna need people to mention me to get my attention.
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Ok. Then I will get a post up late tonight or tomorrow.
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@Burning Kitty
The female noticed him, yet she chose not to react. Magnus could sense her intentions and emotions fairly easily, despite the facade of her armor. Mind-reading her directly wasn't beyond his current abilities, yet he chose not to make such a potentially dangerous intrusion upon such a simple creature's mind. Her choice to pretend was interesting, and likely wise, had he been any ordinary forest monster, and he admired her minor display of self control.
Two other humans soon showed up, taking flanking positions with their ranged weapons. Magnus decided that they were likely no actual threat to him and so ignored them. Distrust, organization, it was pretty standard human behavior. Magnus felt an inexplicable distain for their species well up inside him. Had he ever once truly been part of them? Had he loved them once as his former maker did? Such was unbelieveable. He considered his intentions for this human species now. They were far from his Thousand Sons, yet maybe he could use them, allow them to worship him, or perhaps grow to appreciate them and adopt them? ... The future would not reveal itself to him despite his wishes.
As Nicole backed off, taking her supplies, Magnus glared at her with his single eye and replied with hardly veiled disgust, "No. That is NOT my 'home.'" Frankly, he was insulted. He was more intelligent than these creatures could POSSIBLY imagine, and yet they dared ascribe him to living under a rock in the woods somewhere. It took a small effort of will for him not to engulf the mortal in a pillar of fire. Still, her reaction indicated that she had no prior knowledge of him, and so it was probably safe to start a conversation. "I am..." Magnus considered. "...The Red King. Identify yourself to me, and explain what you are doing here." Perhaps giving away his name so soon might draw specific attention, so he chose not to. His language was the same as hers, although he didn't share her accent.
The female noticed him, yet she chose not to react. Magnus could sense her intentions and emotions fairly easily, despite the facade of her armor. Mind-reading her directly wasn't beyond his current abilities, yet he chose not to make such a potentially dangerous intrusion upon such a simple creature's mind. Her choice to pretend was interesting, and likely wise, had he been any ordinary forest monster, and he admired her minor display of self control.
Two other humans soon showed up, taking flanking positions with their ranged weapons. Magnus decided that they were likely no actual threat to him and so ignored them. Distrust, organization, it was pretty standard human behavior. Magnus felt an inexplicable distain for their species well up inside him. Had he ever once truly been part of them? Had he loved them once as his former maker did? Such was unbelieveable. He considered his intentions for this human species now. They were far from his Thousand Sons, yet maybe he could use them, allow them to worship him, or perhaps grow to appreciate them and adopt them? ... The future would not reveal itself to him despite his wishes.
As Nicole backed off, taking her supplies, Magnus glared at her with his single eye and replied with hardly veiled disgust, "No. That is NOT my 'home.'" Frankly, he was insulted. He was more intelligent than these creatures could POSSIBLY imagine, and yet they dared ascribe him to living under a rock in the woods somewhere. It took a small effort of will for him not to engulf the mortal in a pillar of fire. Still, her reaction indicated that she had no prior knowledge of him, and so it was probably safe to start a conversation. "I am..." Magnus considered. "...The Red King. Identify yourself to me, and explain what you are doing here." Perhaps giving away his name so soon might draw specific attention, so he chose not to. His language was the same as hers, although he didn't share her accent.
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9 yrs ago
Forum: Casual Roleplay
The Repentant strike cruiser of the Angels of Absolution fell through space with all due haste toward the outskirts of the Eye of Terror. One of the Imperial worlds in this unfortunate region of the galaxy had sent out a distress call. The wasn't an unusual event, for the Black Legion often threatened this zone. Several space marine chapters gave the routine response of a shift in their forces, redirecting ships to where they were needed, but it would be time yet before The Repentent arrived. It was going to be delayed.
Word had been received from the chapter master that the Deathwatch would be claiming their chosen from the Angels of Absolution from aboard this very ship. Previously unannounced, the blackship belonging to the Deathwatch had just arrived. Both The Repentent and the blackship synchronized their flightpaths for boarding.
Curious who it might be, Aldaric and the rest of the vetran and elite Angels gathered in their grand council hall aboard the strike cruiser for the brief and efficient ceremony. They all knew each other well.
"Duty to the Deathwatch is duty equally important as any other, if not moreso. 'Tis a great honor, and nothing less, to join their ranks..."
Aldaric listened in silence as orator tried his best to emphasize the nobility in joining the Deathwatch. But the fact was, they would be loosing someone this day, someone valuable, to an Ordo Militant created by the mortals of the Inquisition out of fear of some alien-originating and impending Armageddon. Whoever it was, that brother would never be seen again, never again be loyal to the causes of their chapter's glory, their primarch, or hunting the Fallen. As much as protecting humanity and defending the Imperium was the ultimate and mutual goal, to the Dark Angels and their subchapters, sacrificing one of their own's identity and fealty felt like a betrayal.
"...3rd company master, Aldaric Felbane."
Aldaric didn't move a muscle. Those next to him began to back away, clearing the path. They looked at him, saluted, brought up their fists... but there was no cheer. This was a death.
Aldaric walked forward, obedient to the last.
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The pod containing the collected from the Angels of Absolution was righted and opened up. A moment passed, then the space marine inside violently reached up with a grasping hand, fingers curling around the throat of some dreamed beast directly in front of the opened capsule. Aldaric then relaxed, quickly getting it together as he fully came to consciousness. He stepped out of the capsule, naked, feeling the metal grating below him with his own feet. He saw the rest of the lineup beside him, a host of unrecognized faces, and he recalled events before his stasis sleep. His bionic eye gave him additional information on energy sources, heat, and distance to the very shadowed ceiling, then the Watch-Captain made his introduction, pointing out Sorrow.
Two other space marines gave their names, before attention fell on Aldaric. He answered flatly, "I am brother Aldaric Felbane, former Master of the Angels of Absolution 3rd company." He paused briefly, reflecting on the confidence of Drascal and Victar, then he looked to Captain Roa and without explanation added, "I am ready."
Standing naked on the grate without weapons or armor was undoubtedly a questionable state of readiness, yet this Aldaric was at attention. He seemed open to learning and ready to accept whatever training the Deathwatch might throw upon him.
Word had been received from the chapter master that the Deathwatch would be claiming their chosen from the Angels of Absolution from aboard this very ship. Previously unannounced, the blackship belonging to the Deathwatch had just arrived. Both The Repentent and the blackship synchronized their flightpaths for boarding.
Curious who it might be, Aldaric and the rest of the vetran and elite Angels gathered in their grand council hall aboard the strike cruiser for the brief and efficient ceremony. They all knew each other well.
"Duty to the Deathwatch is duty equally important as any other, if not moreso. 'Tis a great honor, and nothing less, to join their ranks..."
Aldaric listened in silence as orator tried his best to emphasize the nobility in joining the Deathwatch. But the fact was, they would be loosing someone this day, someone valuable, to an Ordo Militant created by the mortals of the Inquisition out of fear of some alien-originating and impending Armageddon. Whoever it was, that brother would never be seen again, never again be loyal to the causes of their chapter's glory, their primarch, or hunting the Fallen. As much as protecting humanity and defending the Imperium was the ultimate and mutual goal, to the Dark Angels and their subchapters, sacrificing one of their own's identity and fealty felt like a betrayal.
"...3rd company master, Aldaric Felbane."
Aldaric didn't move a muscle. Those next to him began to back away, clearing the path. They looked at him, saluted, brought up their fists... but there was no cheer. This was a death.
Aldaric walked forward, obedient to the last.
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The pod containing the collected from the Angels of Absolution was righted and opened up. A moment passed, then the space marine inside violently reached up with a grasping hand, fingers curling around the throat of some dreamed beast directly in front of the opened capsule. Aldaric then relaxed, quickly getting it together as he fully came to consciousness. He stepped out of the capsule, naked, feeling the metal grating below him with his own feet. He saw the rest of the lineup beside him, a host of unrecognized faces, and he recalled events before his stasis sleep. His bionic eye gave him additional information on energy sources, heat, and distance to the very shadowed ceiling, then the Watch-Captain made his introduction, pointing out Sorrow.
Two other space marines gave their names, before attention fell on Aldaric. He answered flatly, "I am brother Aldaric Felbane, former Master of the Angels of Absolution 3rd company." He paused briefly, reflecting on the confidence of Drascal and Victar, then he looked to Captain Roa and without explanation added, "I am ready."
Standing naked on the grate without weapons or armor was undoubtedly a questionable state of readiness, yet this Aldaric was at attention. He seemed open to learning and ready to accept whatever training the Deathwatch might throw upon him.
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I'm personally not intentionally delaying. I've been working and had plans with friends the last couple nights. I'll get a post up tomorrow.
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Goat currently out of action because some fucker decided that tequila shots was what was needed to spice up New Year's. Excuse me because the light from my screen is hurting my eyes.
Not to rush you too much, but this post was 3 days ago, going on 4. Should I give you more time, or should we move on without you?
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