uuuuggggghhhh didn't happen tonight.
@Sini if I don't have something up by tomorrow, please kick me, I don't wanna hold you guys up
@Sini if I don't have something up by tomorrow, please kick me, I don't wanna hold you guys up
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@WeepingLiberty Thx liberty. I am also, as seen above, dealing with our current 'potato famine'
@NarcissisticPotato You have not posted in over a week with no excuse. As per rulles everyone has seen, you have 1 more week to post before you are ejected from the RP
I am sorry but if you don't post by Wed next week or do not give a valid excuse I have no choice
I am sorry but if you don't post by Wed next week or do not give a valid excuse I have no choice
@Ellion I'm gonna ask you to hold on a bit. Ves I know for a fact is woorking on a post and should be up by the weekend, and Aria is getting one up now. Weeping will probably kick into gear. Don't give up hope toast! You gotta trust us!
@Ellion Who are you waiting on toasty? Do I need to beat them for you?
The Eldar Craftworld of Ibrayesil was adrift in the void, but today it did not drift peacefully. The fleet of none other than the Bloody Host had assaulted the craftworld a mere fourty eight hours ago. The ferocity of the space marine fleet was unparalelled, and it was now that the powerful field protecting the craftworld fell. Tens of thousands of ships descended on the craftworld them, from strike cruisers to stormbirds they converged on their crippled prey, and disgorged their deadly payloads.
The Bloody Host descended as part of their own part of the assault. Dreadclaws fell in their fury, the shield spires damaged or destroyed by the attack of the fleet allowing the heavy pods to descend. In one Dreadclaw, the massive transports able to hold several squads, sat a lone marine no brothers by his side and a single weapon in his hands. A large, smoothe and elegantly curving the blade did not glow or ripple as power or force swords did. Instead it almost seemd as if it occupied an area of nothingness, the purple blade seeming to displace all around it. The Astartes himself was just as strange, his helmet was off and his face was covered in strange tattoos of vines covered in deep crimson thorns. His armor was covered in similar vines all silver with black thorns. As the Dreadclaw shook and descended he silently placed on his helmet, and offered a whispered prayer.
It was then the massive Dreadclaws smatched into the midst of the Guardians, Dire avengers and Banshees massing in defense of their home, those not crushed to death stunned as the massive carriers collided with the ground. The first Dreadclaw to open was next to a Banshee exarch, one of her sisters had been smashed by the dropping boarding ramp. She screeched as the Banshees were want to do, turning to the figure now exiting the craft... and recoiled. This... beast that walked down the ramp, hefting a truly terrible blade, it hurt her mind just looking at it. Before she could try to fight it, and break herself from her fear, the blade cleaved her head from her shoulders. Her mind and soul screamed as the blade seemed to slice her very essence. Temelius wieilded the blade the way a boxer would his fists, it was him, attached and as much a part of him as his arm and hand. Exquesor Terminators were expunged from the other dreadclaws, pouring fire into their enemies as Temelius spoke through his vox, "We are Death! The Destroyer of Worlds!", as he lay about the stunned Eldar with Baleful Null blade.
An Eldar farseer stood nearbye, her anger growing as she watched these brutal mon-keigh cut their way through her kin. With her stood the Wraithguard, and she ordered them forth in her spectral voice, "Go oh ancestors of this world! Go and defend your home from these brutish invaders!", she and her guard surged forth, their Wraithcannons firing into the ranks of terminators, tearing many apart in gory fashion. An Exquesor sergeant smashed his way through two of the guards, attempting to rush the farseer leading them. With a word lightning flew from the Psykers fingers, smashing into the Terminator, his armor scorching and buckling from the onslaught before he fell back, lifeless. BEfore the Farseer could gloat another Mon-Keigh vaulted over the corpse of his fallen brother, this one strangely in ordinary power armour and wielding a massive curved blade.
He felt... wrong. No matter, again she summoned up her lightning and flung it at the rushing Astartes.. and it did nothing. The bolts seemed to fizzle around him as he sprinted to the witch, his armored servos whining under the thunderous weight of his steps. The Farseer attempted to marshal herself but did not have the time, as Temelius bisected her with his null blade, the psyker's death scream rattling through the ship.
Temelius observed the field before him. The landing zone had been secured, and hundreds of stormbirds began to land alongside the Dreadclaws which were beginning to stand and join their Astartes owners in the combat. Stormbirds in the Hosts regalia began disgorging there Astartes occupants. At their head strode a twelve foot monolithic man, his armor ostentatious with a black crown of thorns atop his helmet. Mon-Kal strode forth from his Stormbird, looking first to the many bodies of the Eldar mixed with his sons, and nodded proudly. "My sons, today we give the Eldar their due!", he declared, the Bloody Host taking up his warcry as they began to surge forth from or fortify their positions. Mon-Kal made his way towards the force commander on the ground, Temelius first. He stood before hus estranged son and addressed him as Temelius kneeled before the Thorn King, "Temelius, you have done well this day. But, yet another challenge awaits you.", Temelius looked up to his father, his voice filled with enthusiasm as he responded, "Say it and it will be done father! No matter the odds!", Mon-Kal nodded proudly to the blank before continuing, "There, lies the seers tower.", he pointed a massive finger to the tallest tower on the craftworld, it shimmered with a strange light and was untouched by the fleets barrage.
"That is the seers tower. We seek knowledge the Eldar hide from us their, and their most powerful withces reside within that tower. Take the Exquesor who accompanied you, and storm the tower. Bring me any knowledge you are able to recover my son.", Temelius nodded curtly, "It will be done father.", before marching off to the Exquesor Terminators. Mon-Kal smiled, today was a good day, and he could not wait to bloody his sceptre and claw.
The Bloody Host descended as part of their own part of the assault. Dreadclaws fell in their fury, the shield spires damaged or destroyed by the attack of the fleet allowing the heavy pods to descend. In one Dreadclaw, the massive transports able to hold several squads, sat a lone marine no brothers by his side and a single weapon in his hands. A large, smoothe and elegantly curving the blade did not glow or ripple as power or force swords did. Instead it almost seemd as if it occupied an area of nothingness, the purple blade seeming to displace all around it. The Astartes himself was just as strange, his helmet was off and his face was covered in strange tattoos of vines covered in deep crimson thorns. His armor was covered in similar vines all silver with black thorns. As the Dreadclaw shook and descended he silently placed on his helmet, and offered a whispered prayer.
It was then the massive Dreadclaws smatched into the midst of the Guardians, Dire avengers and Banshees massing in defense of their home, those not crushed to death stunned as the massive carriers collided with the ground. The first Dreadclaw to open was next to a Banshee exarch, one of her sisters had been smashed by the dropping boarding ramp. She screeched as the Banshees were want to do, turning to the figure now exiting the craft... and recoiled. This... beast that walked down the ramp, hefting a truly terrible blade, it hurt her mind just looking at it. Before she could try to fight it, and break herself from her fear, the blade cleaved her head from her shoulders. Her mind and soul screamed as the blade seemed to slice her very essence. Temelius wieilded the blade the way a boxer would his fists, it was him, attached and as much a part of him as his arm and hand. Exquesor Terminators were expunged from the other dreadclaws, pouring fire into their enemies as Temelius spoke through his vox, "We are Death! The Destroyer of Worlds!", as he lay about the stunned Eldar with Baleful Null blade.
An Eldar farseer stood nearbye, her anger growing as she watched these brutal mon-keigh cut their way through her kin. With her stood the Wraithguard, and she ordered them forth in her spectral voice, "Go oh ancestors of this world! Go and defend your home from these brutish invaders!", she and her guard surged forth, their Wraithcannons firing into the ranks of terminators, tearing many apart in gory fashion. An Exquesor sergeant smashed his way through two of the guards, attempting to rush the farseer leading them. With a word lightning flew from the Psykers fingers, smashing into the Terminator, his armor scorching and buckling from the onslaught before he fell back, lifeless. BEfore the Farseer could gloat another Mon-Keigh vaulted over the corpse of his fallen brother, this one strangely in ordinary power armour and wielding a massive curved blade.
He felt... wrong. No matter, again she summoned up her lightning and flung it at the rushing Astartes.. and it did nothing. The bolts seemed to fizzle around him as he sprinted to the witch, his armored servos whining under the thunderous weight of his steps. The Farseer attempted to marshal herself but did not have the time, as Temelius bisected her with his null blade, the psyker's death scream rattling through the ship.
Temelius observed the field before him. The landing zone had been secured, and hundreds of stormbirds began to land alongside the Dreadclaws which were beginning to stand and join their Astartes owners in the combat. Stormbirds in the Hosts regalia began disgorging there Astartes occupants. At their head strode a twelve foot monolithic man, his armor ostentatious with a black crown of thorns atop his helmet. Mon-Kal strode forth from his Stormbird, looking first to the many bodies of the Eldar mixed with his sons, and nodded proudly. "My sons, today we give the Eldar their due!", he declared, the Bloody Host taking up his warcry as they began to surge forth from or fortify their positions. Mon-Kal made his way towards the force commander on the ground, Temelius first. He stood before hus estranged son and addressed him as Temelius kneeled before the Thorn King, "Temelius, you have done well this day. But, yet another challenge awaits you.", Temelius looked up to his father, his voice filled with enthusiasm as he responded, "Say it and it will be done father! No matter the odds!", Mon-Kal nodded proudly to the blank before continuing, "There, lies the seers tower.", he pointed a massive finger to the tallest tower on the craftworld, it shimmered with a strange light and was untouched by the fleets barrage.
"That is the seers tower. We seek knowledge the Eldar hide from us their, and their most powerful withces reside within that tower. Take the Exquesor who accompanied you, and storm the tower. Bring me any knowledge you are able to recover my son.", Temelius nodded curtly, "It will be done father.", before marching off to the Exquesor Terminators. Mon-Kal smiled, today was a good day, and he could not wait to bloody his sceptre and claw.
I may have lied about dat post tonight. Life happened today and I just didn't have time. Tomorrow I'm doing a collab intor with Yen tho so... it'll be good
@Vesuvius00 You need a new husband for one of your gems. It needs to be Rynek or Azillon
@Nevix Alright Nev, sorry to lose you. I'll leave it up to you how to get rid of him... we also have a few more brides to re-distribute!
Lugft Huron
Master Husband of Aerienna Cassiel @RomanAria and Atallia Faeron @NarcissisticPotato
Lugft smiled as he watched Aery take a drink of Drakken wine, her nose wrinkling at its strong taste after her sister had run from the room. He chuckled contentedly before turning to 'Tal' as she called herself. He saw her eyes a-flame with anger as she leaned forward towards the carvery knife, he never stopped smiling. He knew what she was doing, and he was sure 'Tal' was smart enough to realize that... at least he hoped so. If not things would becomme infinitely more violent. But, even so, he pretended he had not seen it, and pressed the full wine glass to her lips, "You must eat and drink 'Tal', you must be hungry from your like ride here. Besides, you will need your energy soon,Aery seems to understand that... I would follow her example in this case, if I were you.", he leaned in closer to her before continuing, whispering into her ear, "Unless you wish for things to get violent now? No, surely your not so foolish.", before he pulled back laughing.
He looked about the room, seeing the guards chase Aery's sister after she ran from the room, and lords began to retire with their wives intent on getting things started whilst the night was young. Lugft shook his head as they did, it was as if they thought their brides were going somewhere and they had to hurry along and get it over with. He turned to Aery, intent on continuing their little teasing, before noticing she was going purple in the face, seemingly suffocating herself. He growled as he watched this, clearly seeing her sister in such distress was sending the girl into some sort of... panic. He had to stop this. He quickly snatched Aery into his lap, sending heat into his hands, he pressed her throat with one, before crahsing his lips into hers and forcing open her mouth with his tounge, exhaling deeply into her to force her to breathe. After this he pulled back, anger in his eyes as he spoke quietly to her, "You will not take yourself from me understand? It looks like you need discipline sooner than I expected.", he stood, yanking both his brides to their feet and beggining towards their chamber for the night, "Such uncouth and rebellious Gems... it appears you will both require quite a bit of teaching. We will start tonight.", gripping his wives about their waists he made his way to their quarters quickly.
Their room was situated at the third floor of the castle like most other Drakkens, and it didn't take long for them to reach it as he had his arms wrapped about his young brides, leading them to their little apartment. He practically flung the door open, and tossed his brides onto the bed before closing the door behind himself. He turned to look at his two petite brides now on the bed, laughing as he did. He removed his shirt as he began to speak again, revelaing what little of his chest and stomach that could not already be seen, "So, who would like to be first?"
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