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Spells in the Dark: The Shadow Queen (18+ For dark and suggestive themes)

@Ellion Heeeeeyyy been awhile bread bread.

Remember how I use to be into this?

Assuming this is a continuation of the old one.

Maybe I cans do it some mores? Yes? Maybe? Perhaps?

Whats the time frame past the old one?

Game of Thrones : The Pact of Ice and Fire (Always Open)

The Grand Melee

Petyr looked around at the many other fighters in all along the sides of the melees arena. He growled as he noticed more than a few had brought their horses, rich nobles no doubt getting an edge on their opposition. He noticed one such man was none other than the King himself, Jon Targaryen. Former Lord of the Kights Watch, leader of the fight against the White Walkers. A Living Legend the King was. Even Petyr's father begrudgingly admitted respect of the man, and now Petyr was going to be fighting him... possibly... hopefully he would not have to. Supposedly King Jon was a fine swordsman, certainly better than Petyr who was still training. If he was lucky and wanted to win King Jon would hopefully not be an opponent of his. His muscles tensed as he shifted nervously, glancing around the arena at the hundreds of combatants, knights and mercenaries and other oddities. Former slave warriors and even a few Dothraki riders. This was not going to be an easy fight... especially as it would be his first. Of course he had sparred, quite a bit with his father who was certainly not one to go easy in a fight. But even so it had always been just him and Sandor, at most he would include a few Lannister Guards to assist in his son learning to fight more than one opponent. This was a mock battle, and unlike a real one he could rely on no one but himself.

The horn... the sound signaled the begginning of the melee. A great, thundering sound it was, and just behind came an equally thunderous roar as the warriors of the melee charged into the arena proper with a great many shouts of excitement and battle fervor. Petyr did not join in this shout, instead he simply charged, hammer in one hand and shield in the other, his cloak billowing from behind him. Dirt was flung up from the ground by the pounding of feet and hooves as the combatants as they surged forth. It was not l;ong before the field had descended into chaos.

A small group of warriors quickly ganged up on the larger, more threatening target of Petyr. The group of three surrounded the young warrior as the chaos descended, Petyr halting his charge as he observed his opponents. Two appeared to be knights, heraldry from the Vale... he tried to remember which houses from his lessons with Sansa... but found the task quite impossible now. The last appeared to be no more than a man at arms, most likely in service to one of the other two. Luckily, it was him to attack first. The man at arms charged, sword in hand he was easily blocked by Petyr, who growled and brought his hammer into the mans side hard. A sickening crunch was heard and the soldier crumpled to the side. The Knights made not the same mistake, circling the larger man as their servant tried to crawl away into the melee, groaning in pain. It was Petyr who struck first this time, feinting an attack with hios hammer and switching into a check with the edge of his shield to smash the side of the mans helmet. The Knight stumbled as the strike unbalanced him, weakly lifting his shield to try and stop further strikes. The other knight used the distraction of his ally to attack Petyr from behind, his sword slaching out in disciplined arcs.

Petyr hardly managed to turn in time to block, parrying each strike in turn. He brought his hammer in a downward arc, the knight blocking it well enough as the two dueled. Soon the other Vale knight recovered and returned to the fight, roaring as he attempted to join in the combat. His clumsy strike was parried, his weapon tossed aside. As he tried to withdraw in order to retrieve it the warhammer crashed down against his helmet, a dull crunch accompanying the now massive dent in the metal helmet. The man moaned and stumbled away. The last Vale knight took advantage of his opponents distraction, landing a hit with his blade across Cleganes side. The blade slid off, clattering against the plate as Petyr wheeled around to face him, only to watch as a rouge hourse smashed into the Knight. The man screamed as he tumbled through the dirt and was trampled beneath the hooves of the horse. Petyr turned back to the field, new opponents would show themselves soon.

Game of Thrones : The Pact of Ice and Fire (Always Open)

Once more

Anyone wanna collab fighting clegane? If not just gonna have him brutally crush some mooks then fight whoever didact may throw at me

Game of Thrones : The Pact of Ice and Fire (Always Open)

I'll post Peter in the melee itself tonight. If anyone wants to fight him feel free to say and we can collab

Game of Thrones : The Pact of Ice and Fire (Always Open)

Petyr Clegane

He was young. Young and foolhardy if you asked his father. Petyr sat in his tent, finishing up the polishing of his armor before the melee. His father was with Sansa and Lord Tyrion, watching over the joust. Petyr was still uncertain about Knighthood in spite of what his father had told him up to this point. Of course he knew about his Uncle, the Mountain that rides. A monster, a brutal murderer and rapist Gregor Clegane was a mockery of a knight indeed. But there were many great ones as well. Barristan Selmy, Sir Dunkan the Tall and others who were knights in every sense of the word. As he stared into his breastplate Petyr thought about what he was doing. The Grand melee would have hundreds of knights and other warriors from all across the Seven Kingdoms and maybe even further afield, and while not as dangerous as a real battle a melee would result in deaths. Why do this? Why risk himself like this? Because he was a Clegane. Born of a warrior dynasty, the second generation of Cleganes. Already he was imposing, six feet tall and burly at the mere age of fourteen. He smiled, and began to armor himself.

As he armored himself he thought about his fathers lessons, on how to fight and survive. He looked to his choice of wepons once his armor was securely in place, it had been modeled off his fathers, much to Sandor's dissatisfaction. His father had scoffed at that, told Petyr the reason he was known as the pup was because he looked to much like his father already. Petyr didn't care, he claimed he just liked the look. He turned to the table on which his weapons were set. In the Melee you could only bring only one... his sword or his hammer. He walked to the table and examined both... in a fight with blunted weapons, perhaps a his hammer would be best. He picked up the heavy one handed weapon, tossing it in his hand he smiled, setting it back down in order to get the last piece of his armor. The Chainmail coif had been customized to cover all but his eyes. He had tied his hair in order to stop it getting caught in the mail to easily. He marched back to the table, picking up his hammer and the heater shield, the crest of house Clegane was displayed. And, for the final touch, Clegane picked up the long black cloak, clipping it to his shoulders he marched from the tent, ready to find his fame in the coming melee.

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Sandor Clegane

Sandor was more nervous than he thought he would be. He had seen wars, terrible wars and death untold. Yet now, in a simple grand melee he was restless watching. Surely it wasn't that brat Petyr... he was one of he largest contestants and he had trained the boy himself. There should be nothing to worry about... yet worry he did. It would not be hard for one who knew Clegane well to tell he was mildliy distressed, muttering under his breath about 'foolhardy children'. He watched as the many knigths and warriors set to participate in the melee made their way to the grounds. He supposed he'd finally get to see what his son was made of.

Game of Thrones : The Pact of Ice and Fire (Always Open)

posting now

The Gregorian - Imperium (Warhammer 50K RP, The Shape of the Nightmare to Come)

So new posting rule.

There isn't one.

That was prolly a mistake on my part

Posts are now not limited by my own unless they directly involve my characters

The Gregorian - Imperium (Warhammer 50K RP, The Shape of the Nightmare to Come)

@NecroKnight As in your leaving the RP or just leaving that chain of events?

The Gregorian - Imperium (Warhammer 50K RP, The Shape of the Nightmare to Come)

Welcome to forge moon Amatheus. I will post next after all of you have posted once

Include your arrival at the meeting room aboard the chariot, reaction to the Fleet engagement and the nature of our first enemy, as well as any space battle shenanigans you wish

The Gregorian - Imperium (Warhammer 50K RP, The Shape of the Nightmare to Come)

'Saint's Chariot', Personal battleship of Emperor Gregori Amastov, Eve of War

Gregori took another deep breath as the lift opened up to the bridge. He stepped forward to the bridge crew all saluting him with the Aquilla. The Captain stood to his attention, eyes resolute the middle aged man waited for his emperor's orders. Gregori nodded to the man simply, who in turn dropped his salute and turned to the bridge crew and started barking orders. Gregori made his way to the command throne, but did not sit. Instead he stepped to the railing in front of it, before what looked like a vox mic. He cleared his throat and once more nodded to the captain.

"Open all vox channels! Tell the Choir to prepare to transmit to all worlds!"

Gregori took one last deep breath, and looked out the bridge window. His fleet, hundreds of ships strong from all over the galaxy. Xeno's and Imperium, it didn't matter. The Grand fleet of the Imperium had gathered here, for this final moment before their transition into the warp. They stood upon the precipice of war, true war, many for the first time. This, was his Crusade. This was his fleet. His Imperium.

"Men and Women of the Imperium Reborn. This day is the beginning of something new."

He spoke into the vox receiver. His words transmitted to every ship in the fleet and the planets they were leaving behind. An Emperor addressed his people one last time before war was entered once again.

"We are the first, the Pioneer's, the vanguard. Today marks the beginning of the return of the Imperium. An end to all the madness risen since its fall. A new beginning, a rebirth, and it begins with us! Soldiers of the Imperium reborn soon we will be in the Warp, and sooner still at places unknown. We do not know who stands against us, their numbers, or their lords. But it does not matter. You are of the Imperium Reborn! Xeno or human, Guardsmen or Adeptus Astartes we are all of us here for one purpose. Today we are not survivors. We are not huddled for warmth in the unknown darkness. We are conquerors, we are the lucky few to see first hand the glorious light of the Imperium Reborn taking its rightful place among the stars! We will be greater than any who have come before us! And you soldiers of the Imperium Reborn will make it so! You will shape this galaxy to better fit your ambitions and hopes! We will all of us be masters and Lords of the Stars! Any who stand in our way, denying the glory of this most momentous occasion, will fall! We will drive them before us as so many pitiful insects! Have no fear Warriors of the Imperium Reborn! Rejoice for it is you who shall own these stars! For it is upon your backs that all our fates are carried! Fight well! Show no fear for ours is the cause of righteousness! Ours is the fury of dead Gods! Forward Soldiers! Onwards for the Imperium Reborn!"

His voice boomed as he spoke, the ending a rallying cry for all to hear. His face showed signs of effort as his hands gripped the rail hard enough that beneath his gloves his knuckles were white. The Bridge crew of the Chariot shouted, chanting, "An Imperium Reborn!", as the vox transmission was ended. Gregori smiled, and walked from the bridge. The Speech over the captain made final preparations, opening the official vox channel between the Captains.

"All Ships, Gellar fields active. Navigators yours is our guide. find the Light which you seek in the tides, guide this blinded flock to its destination. Our fate is yours."

A great rift opened before the fleet, and so the ships surged forth, their journey begun.

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Forge Moon Amatheus, Manufactorum Alpha I

The Glory of wolves. They quickly cleared the immediate area, the psychic fury of Fenris ripping through the enemies ranks and scattering the pitiful traitors. Xerxes would have smiled had he a mouth at the approach of the Wolf Lord.

"+So it woulds't seem Wolf Lord. Your arrival is exactly as needed. Our enemy amasses for a final assault on this breach before the cowards break. They rely on reinforcement even now to push this final wave. Even so, without support it would be too much for us. But, a Skitarii Artillery battery has just become free. They shall even these odds for us Wolf Lord. Prepare yourself. the fire's of the Omnissiah shall rain upon them in great white flame. It will be us that the survivors must be broken on however.+"

Even as he finished speaking the great war cry of a thousand, thousand heretics shattered the air. A great Wall of bodies obscured the charge... perhaps a blessing in disguise if any of these warriros knew fear. With great Fervor the enemy poured over this heap of comrades, screaming dark oaths and insane ramblings. Weapons raised and spitting death, they were without number, surely they could not fail?

"++SECTOR 867-HJ2 CLEAR FOR BARRAGE. LOAD SHELLS, WHITE PHOSPHORUS H-E. CLOSE SPLASH FORMATION. RAIN FIRE, OMNISSIAH PROTECTS++"

The sound of screaming shells split the air before dull thuds far behind the enmy lines, followed by great booms. White smoke exploded into the air followed by a thousand, thousand agonized screams. As the cultists poured over the heap their faces no longer held rage, but fear. Soon the cultists who crawled over streamed white smoke and screamed as the Whit phosphorus burned them to the bone. Bodies poured over as they desperately tried to put themselves out... but this was not fire. The white, powder like substance was simply exacerbated by the friction, re-igniting inside of the unfortunate victims. Men screeched and cried and fought to escape the terrible phosphorus as the cloud descended upon them. Some could not be seen through the white smoke that obscured their forms. Thrashing and wailing before falling silent, this story played itself out time and time again before the Dominus and the Wolves. But still the Heretics surged forth, frothing at mouths in rage and fear. A great many had still made it over... but if this charge could be broken there would be no more.

"+Come Wolves. Let us show these fools the fury of the Imperium.+"

His phosphor blaster joined the white smoke of the artillery as he and the servitors opened fire.

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Capital world Arexia Prime, underhives, some time before the Eve of the Crusade

The Citzenry of the Lower hives seemed without hope. The vicious gangs, mysteriously rearmed and back at full strength dueled eachother in the open streets. Las weaponry aplenty their brutal wars spilled into civilian centers and manufactorums. The PDF not taken to the crusade fleet seemed ill equipped and had long since retreated. It was chaos. It seemed as if they had been forgotten once more. The Gangs numbers swelled with disenfranchised youth, abandoned by thier goverment they beleived.

All was surely lost...

It was the Guard who would relieve them, and the sisters. New fire hailed from above as the Imperial guard swept through the Lower hives at the behest of Lord Corbec. With Lasgun and flamer they burned out gang after gang, disciplined training prevailing over the ferocity of the unorganized and splintered gangs. To the surprise of the underhivers the Guard brought with it not jsut fury but aid. Way-stations were set up to provide medical aid and relief, recruitment centers for the guard and PDF, and ration distributors. A surge in new recruits was found mere weeks before the Crusade would begin, bright eyed young men signing up with the Guard, or the PDF for the less adventurous. Some Gangs wholeheartedly signed up, rearing for fights elswhere in the galaxy these violent individuals were welcomed and granted amnesty, needing little training to be ready to kill.

The sisters, though few compared to the guard amongst the hives, provided faith. They preached with bolter and voice against the gangs. Happily the citizenry began to accept their ideals, praising them and Gregori with new-found fervour. More than a few young girls begged to join these warrior women in service and zeal, and accepted many were.

When hese forces left for the crusade the under-hive riots had calmed, the gangs were thinned. Perhaps the Utopia Gregori promised was closer than could be imagined, thought the citizens once their saviors ahd departed once more.

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Orbit above forge Moon Amatheus, Present Day

"Prepare for re-entry! All crew to stations! Prepare for re-entry into real space! All ships check in!"

Even in the shallow warp it had been a dangerous and tenuous journey as the Navigators had relied on the eddies and shallows, echoes guiding their way to their destination... but it had worked. Real-space rippled and surged, before the fleet burst through, Saint's Chariot at the head. As the view ports could see the true void once more th Captain eyes widened. Ships. Imperial Ships... chaos ships. The eight pointed star glowed on the many ships of the fleet that met the Imperium Reborns', clearly unprepared for the massive number if ships to suddenly emerge they struggled to turn to face this new threat.

"ALL SHIPS EVASIVE MANEUVERS!", shouted the admiral as the Chariot nearly collided with one of the chaos frigates at high speed coming out the warp.

The Battleship listed upwards to avoid smashing into its new enemy with its shields down and unprepared.

"GUNNERY TO STATIONS! ALL BATTERIES PREPARE TO FIRE!"

And so war was met. And the fleets engaged in the first battle of Expansion, the fight for control of the space over the Forge Moon.

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Orbit above forge Moon Amatheus, Hours later

The enemy fleet, lesser in number, unprepared, and lesser in strength was swiftly pushed back. The wounded ships panicked, many fleeing from the Imperium Reborns fleet immediately. Others had held their gorund, only to be eviscerated by the macro cannons and lance batteries of the Imperial fleet.

Now Gregori stared out at the graveyard of chaos ships. It had seemed most of them were former merchant or pirate ships. He grimaced, hoping these were invaders rather than the moons owners.

"Captain! Summon my generals and get me a Vox line to that forge Moon! I need to find out what's going on right now."

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