Dannyrulx

Men vs. Women Race to 1000

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(Ninja'd)

The avatar above is the final boss of your epic quest. What are you fighting for, and how does the battle end?

I just really, really, really, really hate Frozen.

And have heavy, military grade ordanance.

Men vs. Women Race to 1000

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

Ritske, in a move thoroughly unlike her, had been standing to one side, barely hiding a laugh as the various members of this ramshackle council bickered and argued among each other. Each member made her worried in different ways, from the Eldar to the Cannoness, although perhaps those two would hate her equally for the same reason. She lit a lho-stick as Gregori showed the worlds, paying close attention to the forge moon. It was needed captured intact, no machinery destroyed. Slaneesh cared not about mindless destruction, but in joy, and she took no joy in smashing random bits of machinery. She grinned as she realised her expertise could be most useful in the upcoming situation, before clearing her throat and talking to Lord Gregori.

@Agentmanatee"Ahem. My lord. If the Forge Moon needs to be taken intact, then I am sure that I am more than up for the job. You saw what happened when I graced the planet of Caravin VI. Food stockpiles left unlooted, machinery intact, not a single thing damaged by my group, just an..." she had to pick her words very carefully here. "a precise strike. Not a defender left alive, although I admit we may have been a little... Overzealous in the killing of noncombatants." She was praying that Gregori had only heard what had gotten out; that a number of smaller holdouts filled with noncombatants were destroyed, and not the truth, which had been an orgy of violence against anyone vaugley connected to the soldiers who had fought against them.

"The only problem is that my...Warband has been decimated. I still have my flagship, as well as a number of smaller ones that make up my 'fleet,'" she knew that compared to Gregori, or even the Inquisitors, the few ships that she had orbiting were nothing, but nonetheless they were ships, and jump-ready ships at that. "If it wouldn't bother you, a small detachment of soldiers would be most welcome. I can also, perhaps, see if anyone on the planet below would like to trade a life down there for a life plying the stars, and we certainly have enough weaponry that we can supply them with the basics." the implication was, of course, that anyone coming along would most likely end up corrupted by the constant chaotic presence, but nobody, not even Gregori, knew of her worship.

@TemplarKnight07 "As well as this, I need to speak with you, preferably in private about a matter that has come to my attention Inquisitor Alexius. It involves me and some of my... Less savoury attitudes. Apparently a rumour has been spreading among your crew and I would like to clear it up in private. No need to air my laundry out in front of all these people, if you catch my meaning." She smiled at him and brushed a strand of hair aside, trying to look casual. She had no idea how the people on that fucking flagship had started thinking she was worshipping Slaneesh, but she needed to clear it up. The Inquisitor as well, she had heard, was surprisingly lenient when it came to the ruinious powers, but that was to be seen.

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

*mental note*

K-E-E-P R-I-T-S-K-E A-W-A-Y F-R-O-M A-L-M-O-S-T E-V-E-R-Y-O-N-E