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Spells in the Dark (18+ For dark and suggestive themes)

Ok I posted Genoveve's bit. Will add Emiliano tomorrow

Spells in the Dark (18+ For dark and suggestive themes)

Genoveve Boudicca

Genoveve's wounds had been grave indeed. And her body needed to recover. Her mind however was not left alone, as Yeris had yet to say her piece, "-and another thing, why would you risk our body for Laina? Do you want to die?" "N-no I just... I didn't want to see her get hurt and what if he killed her an-" "None of that matters if we are dead you ditzy whore! If you cared about us as much as you did that slut maybe we would already have killed that cunt Medu-", as Laina entered the room Yeris cursed herself... unlike Genoveve she was strong enough at the moment to monitor the room while her and Genoveve spoke. She felt an... idea coming along and a cruel feeling came over her, "Well Genoveve, guess who's here? Since your... indisposed I'll take this one.", before the weakened Genoveve could stop her Yeris had taken over her body again. She had her sit upright and look doe eyed and Laina, innocently covering her body with the sheet.

She looked into Laina's eyes as she entered the room, they were, with lack of a better word, innocent and submissive as she watched Laina... exactly how Yeris saw the girl. "O-oh... hello my love, wh-what is it you need~?, she loved manipulating Genovev's body and voice... she found it hilarious. "A-are you just here to check on me love? Or do you... need something?", Genoveve's body had been stripped to better let the badages she was wrapped in be put on, hence why Yeris had her weakly holding the sheat to herself. This was a chance to possibly manipulate Laina, and Yeris was not going to give that oppourtunity to a weakened Genoveve.

The Fate of the Cursed (WH40K Renegade Space Marine RP: ALWAYS OPEN)

@Roosan I would very much appreciate a bit of patience, as well as my players to not ask if the RP is dead. IF I think MY RP is dead, I will be certain to let you know, I won't leave you 'hangin' so to speak. Just have a bit of patience, sometimes RP's just go slow

An Unholy Mass: Warhammer 40,000 RP [Black Crusade Inspired] [Mature Content]

@BCTheEntity I can't wait to see the Falllen Angels response to the mad World Eater barreling into the room

An Unholy Mass: Warhammer 40,000 RP [Black Crusade Inspired] [Mature Content]

Posted,@Hank sorry if Vinicius is stepping on the Ogryns toes... he just can't control himself!

An Unholy Mass: Warhammer 40,000 RP [Black Crusade Inspired] [Mature Content]

How long had it been? Days? Weeks? Hours? Vinicius' mind didn't know, he no longer measured his life in time, it had become impossible to after all those years in transit. No, now the nails ruled his life, and he measured it in bodies and blood. So, he tried to remember... not counting days or minutes or hours, but recount his path in corpses. On some mining world he had been, butchering Overseers and servitors until he came upon a ship. He stowed away and waited... why had he waited? He killed a few humans who had wandered into his part of the cargo bay, that had been when he ventured out. Then screams and blood, he butchered the crew one by one, making his way to the hangar... more killing. He hopped on a dropship, bound for the surface of some world. Slaughtered the pilot, ship went into a dive, hitting buildings, then the underhive... then he was walking again. wasn't a whole lot of killing then... the occasional gutter rat or unaware human or even a mutant... he was in an underhive. a hive world, lots of people. And then... it was the gangers! Yes that one had just happened!

Finally the seemingly bloody statue moved, stirred from his thoughts by seemingly nothing. The old World Eater looked about himself, 10 underhive gangers lie dead around him, cut open or apart by his chainsword, which quietly idled in his right hand, he switched it off to observe his handiwork. Seven had makeshift weapons, and the other three had been armed with slug weapons. Slug weapons- powerful personal sidearms using solid shot projectiles, simple and easy to produce, most often used by Gangers, Rebels, Orks, and PDF forces... why had he run through that? It was in his memories... the Gangers had attempted to rush the massive man, seemingly believing their numbers would overwhelm them, if they had all had autoguns, no... they hadn't stooda chance. The closest two were cleaved clean in half, the third closest had been disembowled and had spent the last few minutes moaning in pain before he died. After his was one who's head had been made red mist, then the one Vinicius had cut length-wise. The next one was kneeling, still gargling blood from the massive sucking wound in his chest. At his feet the empty eyes of the next woman, a hole through the middle of her chest, he had impaled that one. The three with guns had tried to run. Two were nearby, one had broken his spine when Vinicius had collided with him, and the next one was beheaded. The last Ganger was still in his hand, writhing against the wall, trying to beg for his miserable life... Vinicius grew tired of it, and drew him back before smashing his head into the wall, pulverising it.

He let the headless corpse drop, and stared at his red gauntlet. Blood had splattered over his armor and he growled, ripping the shirt off the broken one and wiping some of it off, his white Maximus pattern chest and blue pauldrons still had a few smeared blood splatters on them, but the colors were clear again and that made Vinicius smile. But now the nails were at it again and so quickly. He groaned, bringing his empty left hand to feel at the coils driving into his skull as it throbbed. He shook his head... blood was calling to him, and he looked about himself. He felt the tug, somewhere violence was taking place and he needed in. He followed the seemingly spectral feeling, wandering down the twisting alleys and filthy roads of the underhive. He was not certain how long he traveled, but knew he killed no one along the way. That was when he heard it, shouting and cheering... for blood... a colliseum? He listened, hearing the scream of Waaaaaagh! an orc? a colliseum? Violence? This was it! He had been drawn to this! To the blood! He maglocked his chainsword to his hip, looking at the sign above the entrance to the place, The Gentlemens Boutique of Intriguing Antiques, but that hardly mattered as he worked his power armored bulk through the door, growling as he followed the winding passages and halls, the smell of violence drawing the massive space marine. At some point some unlucky fool had happened upon him going the other way, he was only able to contemplate his utter fear at the Chaos Space Marine for a moment before he was shvoved over and crushed beneath his massive power armoured boots. After what felt to Vinicius like an eternity he burst into the Sanctum proper, the room in the shape of an Eight pointed star.

Now, many worshippers of the Dark Gods no doubt passed into this room... but a fully armored Chaos Space Marine? A World Eater no less? He glanced about the room, so many bodies, Slaaneshi followers, Nurgelites, Tzeentchians all the gods followers could be seen... and the fighting pit. In the center a deep pit where the Khornates could let out their rage and worship Khorne... but that was not why it called to Vinicius, or rather he did not believe it was. He was not hear to shout for Khorne, he had forgotten that, he was hear for violence because the nails drove him. He charge at the pit, dropping into it between the Ogryn and ork already their, his powered joints squealing and whiirring as he collided with the ground, and pushed himself to standing. He ripped free his Chainsword, his eyes filled with glee as he locked eyes with the ork, his armored limbs tensed, and he charged the massive beast, chainsword revving up and ready to tear at the flesh once more.

An Unholy Mass: Warhammer 40,000 RP [Black Crusade Inspired] [Mature Content]

So just a quick question, where are these fighting pits? I feel as thpugh Khorne would guide good ol Vinicius straight to the violence

Spells in the Dark (18+ For dark and suggestive themes)

@Ellion morning E

An Unholy Mass: Warhammer 40,000 RP [Black Crusade Inspired] [Mature Content]

I'll post up today... I guess the insane Khornate berserker will find his way into the bar by chance... that can't end badly at all, no sir

An Unholy Mass: Warhammer 40,000 RP [Black Crusade Inspired] [Mature Content]

Vinicius, the broken

Me? Oh you want to know who I am eh? Well, the armor not give it away? Heh, alright sure... I'll give you what I know, how about that?

I've always been a... violent person. First memory I got is ripping me brothers throat out with me teeth. Next one I gots about me pop, tough old bastard he was, one o' them old farmin' types... its of me taken the knife to him. Boy I cut him up good I did, lots of blood. Then eh... well next is something I'll never forget, the angels. A bitty after I cut up my pa they came down, lots of killing came with'em. How'd I live? Simple, I joined em', starting cuttin' folks up whosoever got near me. Afte that, they picked me up, took me inta' the sky. Next thing I 'member? More killing, course now I was one o'em angels... course now's I know we weren't no angels. We was Eaters, I member that much, always shoutin' bout eatin' sumthin for someone... don't rightly 'member what though. Then I 'member it changed. Oh we was still killin' fer sure, but it weren't like before, now we was carvin' up other folk like us. Big angels you know? Armored what like me see? That wen'on fer a bit... then fer a bit more.

I 'member runnin, er rather flyin', away. Some... big red place's where we were flyin to. Then more killin' obviously, more boys like us, then our own boys... ended up alone after that I did. Jus' me an the ole' bolter an' sword ye know? Loads o'fightin an'killing an'cuttin after that. Sometimes it were like before, I mean before we started gettin' violent with eachother, killin smaller folk, alien folk, any folk I was pointed at really. Sometimes I got back into fightin' with the ole'crew, or at least a crew that looked like 'em. That was... good. Stayed like that fer a long time, them boys were good to be with ya' know? Good crew we made... but, nuthin lasts I 'spose. I 'member... a fight, big one, lots a shooting an' killing. And uh... I don'rightly member it too well but... lost the crew ya know? An' uh... somehow some-when I en'ed up 'ere... and uh... spose thats the sum of it eh?

Oh the armor? Yea... tough old bitch she is, had 'er ever since the first crew picked me up. Yea, she's gone through a couple changes... bottom 'alfs from someone else you know? Arms en' chest er the same though. Course, she don' work quite like she use ta. Sum o' the... higher functions don' work no more, an' I loss' the helmet ages ago. Ain' as quick or strong, but she's still my second skin, tho' thinkin she needs eh...maintenance? Yea tha's it, I got the uh, way in my head but eh no parts ya see? I try to keep 'er sensitive bits clean nuff, an' she does still run. power? Oh no she's got them nuclear er whats it called sources, don' never run out. the brown bits? Oh lad tha's dried blood, turnt brown with age an' all that. Yea, legs 'er real brown eh? Guess I waded through pleny' o'gore huh? heh heh heh... tops ok though, I like too keep her the old white an' blue... gives me warm memeries... Hm? Oh that sword?

Well, ole' piece, though ain' had it as long as the armor. Oh yea, still runs well, simpler than my armor you know? She's a special beast after all... heh. Oh yea, yea, boltgun still works... oh didn' know tha's what it was? Yea, had this since uh... well as long's me armor at least. Ammo ain eh real pleniful... less than a full clip to me name. I mean not like I need it, though I do miss usin it, kick's nice an' satisfyin'. Now eh... ahhh fuck... hm? No, no i's jus' me head. Hurts when I go... eh don' matta now, what else ya askin? My face? Ha! Ain' it pretty? Nah, I ain' had hair fer... don' matter, still got the half goatee around heh heh... cours' some o' its grey now... eh don' matt- eerrggh... no no I',... jus' me head... why? Well, 'member that first crew? The Angels? Well eh, the... father? Tha's what I called him yea, he eh... put some... fuck what he call 'em? He had a better set... called'em... Nails thats it! Yea, nails uh somekind, an' uh... made me more violen' ya know? A real killer even more'n I alredy was... Yea they hur' if I ain'... killing... real sorry abou' this but... yer all that'l stop the hurt. But eh, tha's why Im down 'ere ya know? Ain't... no-one to hear ya... scream...

... *sniff* *sniff*, damn, been way to long since I had tha' smell... what'd I use ta'say when I did that?... blood er... heads fer something er other... eh don' matta... damn still hurtin... well lad thanks fer that, names Vinicius by the way... er, ye can't hear me aye? No... well still hurtin... guess I'll go... an' eh... out killing.