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The escort shoots quickly from the cruiser headed straight for the station, all around there were pieces of another cruiser that had once belonged to the heretics that now infested the ship. The imperial navy ships drifting about nearby had made short work of it and now awaited commands to bring down the station itself. You each have a dataslate in front of you showing you a map of the floor that you will arrive on. On it secondary briefings are flowing past ‘Once the book is retrieved by no means open it. Do not remove your helmet. If possible bring the Inquisitor back if alive.” As the escort connects and the door opens you and the squad are you with disembark and head down the hall to the opening bay area. Behind you another escort docks and a squad of terminators disembark and stand steady in the hallway each carrying a heavy flamer and autocannon. The doors to the dock seal behind you and lock.
As you enter the opening bay area you see that there is a green hazy fog to everything, it does not disrupt your vision, but it gives everything a eerie glow in the red emergency lights. There is no movement, but you do see that there are dead bodies all over the floor. There is a entire squad of stormtroopers killed to the man in pieces. One is stuck to the ceiling planted there by a giant power sword. Also on the ground are men and women that worked on the station in pieces or whole all of them though had one similar thing black clouds of flies buzzing over there distorted bodies that oozed with a green pus. Your systems kick in on your armor immediately filtering out any hazardous fumes that were most definitely floating through the air. All of a sudden your vox comes to life and a voice begins repeating itself “Children of a worthless god, I am Samus, I am your salvation, your death, your life.” It repeats ten times the voice rough and gurgling as if someone was speaking through a mouthful of sludge.
Your battle brother gather around taking up their positions in the room the devastators moving to the front their black armor differing only by the shoulder plates that acknowledged their home chapter. At the rear the tact marines took up position all of them taking positions around the squad. A new order ran down the dataslates. “Split the squad into two battle groups and take both routes to better check the areas. Leave no area unchecked until the book is found.” It shows the squad being split into two battle groups of five marines. (The PCs are to be together with two NPC marines while five NPC marines go off on their own.) “Choose among yourself which path each battle group will take.”
As you enter the opening bay area you see that there is a green hazy fog to everything, it does not disrupt your vision, but it gives everything a eerie glow in the red emergency lights. There is no movement, but you do see that there are dead bodies all over the floor. There is a entire squad of stormtroopers killed to the man in pieces. One is stuck to the ceiling planted there by a giant power sword. Also on the ground are men and women that worked on the station in pieces or whole all of them though had one similar thing black clouds of flies buzzing over there distorted bodies that oozed with a green pus. Your systems kick in on your armor immediately filtering out any hazardous fumes that were most definitely floating through the air. All of a sudden your vox comes to life and a voice begins repeating itself “Children of a worthless god, I am Samus, I am your salvation, your death, your life.” It repeats ten times the voice rough and gurgling as if someone was speaking through a mouthful of sludge.
Your battle brother gather around taking up their positions in the room the devastators moving to the front their black armor differing only by the shoulder plates that acknowledged their home chapter. At the rear the tact marines took up position all of them taking positions around the squad. A new order ran down the dataslates. “Split the squad into two battle groups and take both routes to better check the areas. Leave no area unchecked until the book is found.” It shows the squad being split into two battle groups of five marines. (The PCs are to be together with two NPC marines while five NPC marines go off on their own.) “Choose among yourself which path each battle group will take.”
Kaillan Veskara wasted no time carving a weaving path of death and blood through the enemies that attempted to rally against her and her master within the corridors of this damaged essel, each death being kindling that would further feed the excess of Slaanesh. The weaving pattern of the twin whips left no gaps, and no escape for those that could not run fast enough, the Prince saving his ammunition by using his sword to claim the few that evaded the whips as she advanced, but those were indeed few and far between, and those few were of no concern to the Dark Eldar, as those that evaded the sting of her whips were cut low by the Prince's own blade, and solved any problems they might have caused should she have been alone.
Their caution was paid well, though, as they encountered another enemy entrenched position, the grenade and Kaillan's own lightning assault caught them completely off guard, her clone field kicking in and making her a nigh on impossible target to hit, for those still able to fire as the Prince began executing those who could not act, one of his pistols sounding like it overloaded and another volley forced him to fall back to recover himself. That still left the Dark Eldar Wych dancing in their numbers, each whip strike draining their nervous systems and laying them low in single, lethal blows. Each attempt to shoot, stab, or wound the Dark Eldar missed, either through the clone's actions or those of the Dark Eldar herself, becoming as a terrifying cyclone of destruction in their ranks.
And with that, it was done, the Stormtroopers were all dead, any Imperials that had been manning the defenses here were equally dead. She had kept an eye on the Prince as he dueled the sole man who assaulted him with naught but a combat knife. Brave, but foolish, the Prince had far more power than the man could have ever realized, and he had indeed been cut down, leaving another death tallied up to the Prince. Of course, she was far ahead of him, but that was not surprising. The very thought of a mere human, even one as talented as the Prince, surpassing a Wych in kills was ludicrous and unlikely in many cases, only those of the fewest experience could be found in such sitautions. But that was hardly the case, for now, another fight was indeed won.
It was at this point that Kaillan checked the lockers they had been pulling munitions from and found a treasure trove. Taking everything that was explosive out she began strapping grenade upon grenade to her belt. Then she saw the melta charges, quickly she looped her arms around them and strapped them to the body of a stormtrooper along with a frag grenade which she tied a strip of cloth to the pin of. Warning her master of what she was about to do she went around the corner and using the cloth pulled the pin free. The resulting explosion powerful and leaving a gaping hole where the door to the command deck had once been.
Their caution was paid well, though, as they encountered another enemy entrenched position, the grenade and Kaillan's own lightning assault caught them completely off guard, her clone field kicking in and making her a nigh on impossible target to hit, for those still able to fire as the Prince began executing those who could not act, one of his pistols sounding like it overloaded and another volley forced him to fall back to recover himself. That still left the Dark Eldar Wych dancing in their numbers, each whip strike draining their nervous systems and laying them low in single, lethal blows. Each attempt to shoot, stab, or wound the Dark Eldar missed, either through the clone's actions or those of the Dark Eldar herself, becoming as a terrifying cyclone of destruction in their ranks.
And with that, it was done, the Stormtroopers were all dead, any Imperials that had been manning the defenses here were equally dead. She had kept an eye on the Prince as he dueled the sole man who assaulted him with naught but a combat knife. Brave, but foolish, the Prince had far more power than the man could have ever realized, and he had indeed been cut down, leaving another death tallied up to the Prince. Of course, she was far ahead of him, but that was not surprising. The very thought of a mere human, even one as talented as the Prince, surpassing a Wych in kills was ludicrous and unlikely in many cases, only those of the fewest experience could be found in such sitautions. But that was hardly the case, for now, another fight was indeed won.
It was at this point that Kaillan checked the lockers they had been pulling munitions from and found a treasure trove. Taking everything that was explosive out she began strapping grenade upon grenade to her belt. Then she saw the melta charges, quickly she looped her arms around them and strapped them to the body of a stormtrooper along with a frag grenade which she tied a strip of cloth to the pin of. Warning her master of what she was about to do she went around the corner and using the cloth pulled the pin free. The resulting explosion powerful and leaving a gaping hole where the door to the command deck had once been.
(Note i'm making this RP for myself and a few friends, anyone not part of the group should PM me and talk to me about it if they are extremely interested in possibly joining in.)
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Space Marine Talents/Traits: Ambidextrous, Astartes Weapon Training, Bulging Biceps, Heightened Senses (Hearing, Sight), Killing Strike, Nerves of Steel, Quick Draw, Resistance (Psychic Powers), True Grit, Unarmed Master, Unnatural Strength (x2), Unnatural Toughness (x2)
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MAP!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
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Shadows danced around the room, corners vague and uncertain, as if the realm was uncertain of its own boundaries and limits, if the place even had such things. The darkness would be disconcerting to many, but not its main occupant, a Dark Eldar, but to her, we shall not focus yet. Her room was fairly bare, lacking the trophies and ornemantation that many others of her kind favored. Indeed, one could almost find such barren and cold quarters more unsettling then the shadows that danced and weaved about the place, concealing more than most would dare wish to see, a small boon to those that might indeed find themselves visiting such a place.
Kaillan Veskara stood in the room center, holding a position over the corpse of a recent sacrifice, one that would slake her hunger, and the hunger of others, for a time, although fresh blood and suffering were always needed, and the more she spilt, and the more pain she caused, the longer her life and longevity would carry the female. Indeed, while the long ritual blade was held firm in her hand, her form was accented and held lithe by the ghostplate that encased it, a fact that was noticed by a man who was sent by the Prince of this vessel, one who claimed that he was requesting her presence in the boarding areas, that would be no doubt seeing use soon then.
Veskara wasted no time, reclaiming both her electro corrosive whips and her splinter pistol as well, and moved with the hastened grace that even the fallen Dark Eldar so easily retained, compared to the clumsy fools of the mortal humans who scurried about, looking to gain the favor and place of other, lesser beings who posed as gods. But such things were not in the place of a mind heading to war, indeed, as she arrived ahead of the human prince, she found herself waiting. But, before long, he indeed arrived, and she greeted the human with a bow of her head, slightly, with all of her notable weapons and armaments holstered, speaking in a whispered tone that carried all too well. "What is your need of me master?"
Kaillan Veskara stood in the room center, holding a position over the corpse of a recent sacrifice, one that would slake her hunger, and the hunger of others, for a time, although fresh blood and suffering were always needed, and the more she spilt, and the more pain she caused, the longer her life and longevity would carry the female. Indeed, while the long ritual blade was held firm in her hand, her form was accented and held lithe by the ghostplate that encased it, a fact that was noticed by a man who was sent by the Prince of this vessel, one who claimed that he was requesting her presence in the boarding areas, that would be no doubt seeing use soon then.
Veskara wasted no time, reclaiming both her electro corrosive whips and her splinter pistol as well, and moved with the hastened grace that even the fallen Dark Eldar so easily retained, compared to the clumsy fools of the mortal humans who scurried about, looking to gain the favor and place of other, lesser beings who posed as gods. But such things were not in the place of a mind heading to war, indeed, as she arrived ahead of the human prince, she found herself waiting. But, before long, he indeed arrived, and she greeted the human with a bow of her head, slightly, with all of her notable weapons and armaments holstered, speaking in a whispered tone that carried all too well. "What is your need of me master?"
i'm here obviously
Callus Brutus had his target in his sights, the officer of these stormtroopers, seeing the autocannon of the Alpha Legionnaire cutting apart the stormtrooper who wielded the same weapon. Triggering the weapon, the heavy bolter spit out a hail of roaring death, which gave the officer no chance to act or even give an order, being blown apart by the exploding bolt rounds that flew out of the barrel of the heavy weapon, which pleased the plague marine, who was content to ignore the assault that the Alpha Legionnaire made on the stormtroopers now trapped between them, since he had more than a few problems of his own to worry about. One being the blinding flash that now left the traitor marine unable to see, which, while crippling, was not as dangerous as one might think, as this plague marine could fight without seeing, he just had to get close enough to land true blows with his own knife, which would indeed cripple the fools, one at a time with the gifts of Papa Nurgle.
Knife in hand, Callus Brutus charged as fast as a plague marine might go, which wasn't terribly fast granted, appearing more a walk of a being that would not be easily stopped. He heard the warp tear a gaping hole in the ship, and knew that the Alpha Legionnaire had died, claimed by whatever god he had chosen to follow into this place. Of course, between recovering from the blind grenade, and his own slow, pondering strides, he failed to see his own doom planted in the ground as he turned on the stormtroopers. The tripwire gave quickly, and the melta charge went off without delay, vaporizing the Plague Marine clean through his armor and leaving nothing behind, eerily reminiscent of how the other traitor marine had gone, but through entirely different means, of course.
Knife in hand, Callus Brutus charged as fast as a plague marine might go, which wasn't terribly fast granted, appearing more a walk of a being that would not be easily stopped. He heard the warp tear a gaping hole in the ship, and knew that the Alpha Legionnaire had died, claimed by whatever god he had chosen to follow into this place. Of course, between recovering from the blind grenade, and his own slow, pondering strides, he failed to see his own doom planted in the ground as he turned on the stormtroopers. The tripwire gave quickly, and the melta charge went off without delay, vaporizing the Plague Marine clean through his armor and leaving nothing behind, eerily reminiscent of how the other traitor marine had gone, but through entirely different means, of course.
Callus Brutus made little noise, surprising for a being of his conditions and equipment, but such things were simple as they were. The figure was imposing, and would have been so normally if not for the additional afflictions and properties the traitor marine held within himself. His helmet emitted rasping, harsh breathing that clearly indicated something would be wrong, if this was anything other than a Plague Marine. But it wasn't, so such things were to be expected, considering the gifts of Papa Nurgle that he bore were both welcome and loved. Within his arms he kept a powerful, well trained grip upon his heavy bolter, sweeping to cover the areas in front of him as he advanced, the weapon was loaded and ready to create violence for the worshipers of the False Emperor. He moved at a slow, methodical pace, unhurried in his actions into the ship, after all, he would arrive and spread the taint of Nurgle when he did, one did not rush such things lightly.
The sounds of hellgun fire and autocannons attracted the attention of the Plague Marine, and he lumbered deeper into the ship, the sounds of violence cutting off shortly before his arrival, as he slowly turned the corner, heavy bolter at the ready, to spot the remaining stormtroopers from, while unknown to him, the Alpha Legionnaire's assault and prompt vanishing act afterwords. He could see the evidence, though, the walls scorched and damaged from the missed fire, corpses and abandoned heavy weapon were clear indications of this. But for now, though, now was the time of war, to deliver death upon those that would oppose and ruin Papa Nurgle and all his children in the universe, and in this case, the corpse god worshippers would indeed feel his wrath this day.
The sounds of hellgun fire and autocannons attracted the attention of the Plague Marine, and he lumbered deeper into the ship, the sounds of violence cutting off shortly before his arrival, as he slowly turned the corner, heavy bolter at the ready, to spot the remaining stormtroopers from, while unknown to him, the Alpha Legionnaire's assault and prompt vanishing act afterwords. He could see the evidence, though, the walls scorched and damaged from the missed fire, corpses and abandoned heavy weapon were clear indications of this. But for now, though, now was the time of war, to deliver death upon those that would oppose and ruin Papa Nurgle and all his children in the universe, and in this case, the corpse god worshippers would indeed feel his wrath this day.
It is the 41st Millenium, and there is only… War
This will be a only war tabletop RP, the Regiment has been made between myself and three of the PCs who are my close friends. This does not mean you will not be able to create a cool character.
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You will be a guardsman in the Macathian Royal Brigadiers, you are part of a siege regiment that is currently countering any threats that show up in your sector.
OOC INFO
You will need the Only War Core Rulebook to play, if need be I can point you in the direction of getting it if you do not have it, but are interested in playing.
If you are interested in playing, PM me so I can give you all the custom information for the regiment that was rolled up by the three original players.
orokos.com Will be our dice rolling site, the campaign name will be Macathia’s Dare
http://www.roleplayerguild.com/topics/59216/posts/ooc?page=1#post-1826013 OOC
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This will be a only war tabletop RP, the Regiment has been made between myself and three of the PCs who are my close friends. This does not mean you will not be able to create a cool character.
IC INFO
You will be a guardsman in the Macathian Royal Brigadiers, you are part of a siege regiment that is currently countering any threats that show up in your sector.
OOC INFO
You will need the Only War Core Rulebook to play, if need be I can point you in the direction of getting it if you do not have it, but are interested in playing.
If you are interested in playing, PM me so I can give you all the custom information for the regiment that was rolled up by the three original players.
orokos.com Will be our dice rolling site, the campaign name will be Macathia’s Dare
http://www.roleplayerguild.com/topics/59216/posts/ooc?page=1#post-1826013 OOC
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It is the 41st Millenium, and there is only… War
This will be a only war tabletop RP, the Regiment has been made between myself and three of the PCs who are my close friends. This does not mean you will not be able to create a cool character.
IC INFO
You will be a guardsman in the Macathian Royal Brigadiers, you are part of a siege regiment that is currently countering any threats that show up in your sector.
OOC INFO
You will need the Only War Core Rulebook to play, if need be I can point you in the direction of getting it if you do not have it, but are interested in playing.
If you are interested in playing, PM me so I can give you all the custom information for the regiment that was rolled up by the three original players.
http://orokos.com/roll/c-Macathia%27s+Dare Will be our dice rolling site, the campaign name will be Macathia’s Dare
This will be a only war tabletop RP, the Regiment has been made between myself and three of the PCs who are my close friends. This does not mean you will not be able to create a cool character.
IC INFO
You will be a guardsman in the Macathian Royal Brigadiers, you are part of a siege regiment that is currently countering any threats that show up in your sector.
OOC INFO
You will need the Only War Core Rulebook to play, if need be I can point you in the direction of getting it if you do not have it, but are interested in playing.
If you are interested in playing, PM me so I can give you all the custom information for the regiment that was rolled up by the three original players.
http://orokos.com/roll/c-Macathia%27s+Dare Will be our dice rolling site, the campaign name will be Macathia’s Dare
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