@Lone Wanderer
Do you plan on continuing still?
Do you plan on continuing still?
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The boys are back in town
8 yrs ago
You load sixteen tons and what do you get?
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9 yrs ago
Die for the Emperor, or die trying.
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9 yrs ago
Took some political alignment and bias tests today. I think the results were skewed.
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9 yrs ago
You are what you dare, or so some say. Don't be that guy who is forever after known as the one who set his pants on fire.
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Beyond Civilisations Grasp... - A Rogue Trader (WH40K) RP (ON HIATUS, closed for now.)
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9 yrs ago
Forum: Advanced Roleplay
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Beyond Civilisations Grasp... - A Rogue Trader (WH40K) RP (ON HIATUS, closed for now.)
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9 yrs ago
Forum: Advanced Roleplay
I'm rather stuck without Lone Wanderer. :/
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"It's inside of us all..." - WH40K Chaos-based/Black Crusade RP
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9 yrs ago
Forum: Advanced Roleplay
Time constraints make me unable to participate in this. Sorry.
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9 yrs ago
Forum: Advanced Roleplay
Well, I suppose I have room for a bit of heresy actually.
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9 yrs ago
Forum: Advanced Roleplay
@Jbcool
As much as I'd love to don't have enough time. Looks fun though!
As much as I'd love to don't have enough time. Looks fun though!
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9 yrs ago
Forum: Nation Roleplay
The Fastness Empyreal@duck55223
Within the confines of the fortress station personnel moved with haste as the envoys of the EU appeared. In the command center, calibrations of weaponry and defensive countermeasures took place, ensuring they would operate at full capacity if needed. Although the information as to the ships was distorted from traveling through the communication bore, a one meter wide hole in the shielding of most ships that allowed information to travel through, codifiers restructured incoming data to a legible state. A massive gear-chain, aided by gravitational fields, began to lift door plating on one of the larger hanger bays, revealing the inside. To anyone outside the station, only a fuzzy, warped light would be apparent, the gravitational shielding scattering the waves.
After several minutes, a ten kilometer square opening appeared in the Fell Barriers closest to the EU ships, although such would not be apparent if one did not look specifically for gravitational fluctuations. From the station departed a Navigation Lighter, a small ship designed to lead larger ones through the confines of a Fell Barrier. Accelerating quickly, it would escape the zone of the shields before halting. A message beamed out to the EU ships: "This is Navigation Lighter Gjashte. If you would follow us in your vessel or with a small shuttle, we will escort you to the Fastness Empyreal."
On the station, Lhim had just reached the opened hanger bay. A field ions swept across the opening, containing the atmosphere of the station. Although partially damaging to electronics in certain cases, most K'hlath vessels were hardened against the effects. Behind him in the command tower stood Gregor, still hesitant as to his role in the dealings. Lhim clasped his primary hands behind his back while the secondary arms worked on a small blacksmith's puzzle, turning the pieces in an attempt to untangle the metal bars.
"Mister Miran," the Duke started. "Your purpose in this encounter is to stand in this room. That is all. You will watch from the viewing panes and will have a listening device. What I want, however, is for you to feel. Not in a tactile manner, but simply focus on the surroundings. I will question you afterwards. Men, make sure he doesn't leave this room. Do not threaten him." With that, he strode from the room, heading down to the hanger where he would meet the envoys.
Within the confines of the fortress station personnel moved with haste as the envoys of the EU appeared. In the command center, calibrations of weaponry and defensive countermeasures took place, ensuring they would operate at full capacity if needed. Although the information as to the ships was distorted from traveling through the communication bore, a one meter wide hole in the shielding of most ships that allowed information to travel through, codifiers restructured incoming data to a legible state. A massive gear-chain, aided by gravitational fields, began to lift door plating on one of the larger hanger bays, revealing the inside. To anyone outside the station, only a fuzzy, warped light would be apparent, the gravitational shielding scattering the waves.
After several minutes, a ten kilometer square opening appeared in the Fell Barriers closest to the EU ships, although such would not be apparent if one did not look specifically for gravitational fluctuations. From the station departed a Navigation Lighter, a small ship designed to lead larger ones through the confines of a Fell Barrier. Accelerating quickly, it would escape the zone of the shields before halting. A message beamed out to the EU ships: "This is Navigation Lighter Gjashte. If you would follow us in your vessel or with a small shuttle, we will escort you to the Fastness Empyreal."
On the station, Lhim had just reached the opened hanger bay. A field ions swept across the opening, containing the atmosphere of the station. Although partially damaging to electronics in certain cases, most K'hlath vessels were hardened against the effects. Behind him in the command tower stood Gregor, still hesitant as to his role in the dealings. Lhim clasped his primary hands behind his back while the secondary arms worked on a small blacksmith's puzzle, turning the pieces in an attempt to untangle the metal bars.
"Mister Miran," the Duke started. "Your purpose in this encounter is to stand in this room. That is all. You will watch from the viewing panes and will have a listening device. What I want, however, is for you to feel. Not in a tactile manner, but simply focus on the surroundings. I will question you afterwards. Men, make sure he doesn't leave this room. Do not threaten him." With that, he strode from the room, heading down to the hanger where he would meet the envoys.
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9 yrs ago
Forum: Advanced Roleplay
@Lone Wanderer
Scamp and Sister scurried through the cramped alley-ways of Outpost 57. Refuse littered the floor, hiding grime and rust with even more putrid filth. Over-sized rats and uncountable insects inhabited this rotten world, denizens of the outpost since its completion. The orphan boy was accustomed to the setting, having lived among the garbage all of his short life. But the Sister was not. If not for the filters installed on the breathing apparatus of her helmet, she was certain that the stench would have caused her to wretch. Perhaps the contents of her stomach would smell better than the alleys.
Whenever the pair would come upon a vagrant or inhabitant of Outpost 57 they would take shelter as best they could. The Sister was a prudent woman, not wont to encounter potential enemies unnecessarily. Several times this would happen, each repetition causing her hidden mouth to curl slightly as the holy armor which she wore was defiled by the byproducts of human activity. At least it wasn't the sewers, or the equivalent of which existed on this Emperor-forsaken station.
Twice they would hear distant shouting, accompanied by the familiar crack of las weaponry and the bang of auto weapons. Having no desire to step into a battle, the Sister would command the boy to lead them far around the area, increasing their travel time but helping to ensure their safety.
Her mind was only half-trained on the journey, the rest reminiscing on the events earlier this "night." Death was nothing new to her, nor was preventing its cold grasp from extinguishing a man's soul. Time spent among the Orders Hospitaller had seen to that. Nothing could have been done to save the priest even if he had deserved the gift of life. Perhaps in death he would find the redemption which could not be seen in living. Yet it was not that but the burning of the temple which troubled her. The priest was a sinner, true, yet the temple of the God-Emperor itself had not been defamed in any manner apart from hosting the illicit dealings which she had intruded upon. In her haste to purge the men she may have committed her own heresy against the Emperor. Better to burn than let such a place of corruption stand. Acceptance bloomed in her mind and she tucked the memory away, no longer troubled.
Trundling out of an alleyway behind the orphan boy, she caught sight of a man hunkered down behind a wall of a nearby storefront. Further along the intersection lay five dead men, one with a significant chunk of his body torn to pieces. Unholstering her bolt pistol, she indicated to the orphan to halt before examining the man further. He was garbed in rather fine clothing yet signs of wear were apparent, especially weapon marks from near-misses. A warrior noble, perhaps? Blood leaked from his shoulder, trickling out from under a dented brooch. Replacing her weapon on her hip, she strode towards the injured man. "Explain to me the scene I see and perhaps I shall provide you with medical aid should I deem it satisfactory as an explanation, noble."
Scamp and Sister scurried through the cramped alley-ways of Outpost 57. Refuse littered the floor, hiding grime and rust with even more putrid filth. Over-sized rats and uncountable insects inhabited this rotten world, denizens of the outpost since its completion. The orphan boy was accustomed to the setting, having lived among the garbage all of his short life. But the Sister was not. If not for the filters installed on the breathing apparatus of her helmet, she was certain that the stench would have caused her to wretch. Perhaps the contents of her stomach would smell better than the alleys.
Whenever the pair would come upon a vagrant or inhabitant of Outpost 57 they would take shelter as best they could. The Sister was a prudent woman, not wont to encounter potential enemies unnecessarily. Several times this would happen, each repetition causing her hidden mouth to curl slightly as the holy armor which she wore was defiled by the byproducts of human activity. At least it wasn't the sewers, or the equivalent of which existed on this Emperor-forsaken station.
Twice they would hear distant shouting, accompanied by the familiar crack of las weaponry and the bang of auto weapons. Having no desire to step into a battle, the Sister would command the boy to lead them far around the area, increasing their travel time but helping to ensure their safety.
Her mind was only half-trained on the journey, the rest reminiscing on the events earlier this "night." Death was nothing new to her, nor was preventing its cold grasp from extinguishing a man's soul. Time spent among the Orders Hospitaller had seen to that. Nothing could have been done to save the priest even if he had deserved the gift of life. Perhaps in death he would find the redemption which could not be seen in living. Yet it was not that but the burning of the temple which troubled her. The priest was a sinner, true, yet the temple of the God-Emperor itself had not been defamed in any manner apart from hosting the illicit dealings which she had intruded upon. In her haste to purge the men she may have committed her own heresy against the Emperor. Better to burn than let such a place of corruption stand. Acceptance bloomed in her mind and she tucked the memory away, no longer troubled.
Trundling out of an alleyway behind the orphan boy, she caught sight of a man hunkered down behind a wall of a nearby storefront. Further along the intersection lay five dead men, one with a significant chunk of his body torn to pieces. Unholstering her bolt pistol, she indicated to the orphan to halt before examining the man further. He was garbed in rather fine clothing yet signs of wear were apparent, especially weapon marks from near-misses. A warrior noble, perhaps? Blood leaked from his shoulder, trickling out from under a dented brooch. Replacing her weapon on her hip, she strode towards the injured man. "Explain to me the scene I see and perhaps I shall provide you with medical aid should I deem it satisfactory as an explanation, noble."
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9 yrs ago
Forum: Nation Roleplay
@Commodore Robot
That sucks about the computer. It is amazing it works. Perhaps have a group of exploratory vessels meet in a system unexplored by both, followed by some sort of escalation from that point? An astronomically rare coincidence, but such is writing.
That sucks about the computer. It is amazing it works. Perhaps have a group of exploratory vessels meet in a system unexplored by both, followed by some sort of escalation from that point? An astronomically rare coincidence, but such is writing.
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9 yrs ago
Forum: Nation Roleplay
@Commodore Robot
So any preferences on how you would like to meet?
So any preferences on how you would like to meet?
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