Honored Brother

Of Steam and Ambition -

Are you still going to be able to post Cap?

Of Steam and Ambition -

Alright, time to get my ass kicked time to kick you some ass.

Of Steam and Ambition -

Aye lassie.

Warhammer 40K: Imperium Broken

Sorry for the short post for now. It will get longer as the story progress.

Warhammer 40K: Imperium Broken

Nibullus II, the "Da Gul'yard,
Plains of Gallane


An Ork fighta-bommer, or what was left of it, nearly landed on Khran but neither did he notice or care. He was too busy aiming his twin-linked shootas augmented to his arm at some boyz who were foolish enough to have joined an enemy warboss. Besides him was his second in command, an armored nob wielding the same amount of dakka as Khran. At either side of them were three flash gitz creating a lot of noise with their snazzguns. In front of them were boyz carrying deffguns raining lead on the enemy. Further down in front was a horde of Ork shoota boyz shooting at their enemy who were only miles of each other. The front lines saw hundreds upon hundreds of Orks getting cut down by the wall of bullets. Nothing would be left but a few shredded bits here and there. The noise would had been unbearable for any other race and most other Ork clan. One could hear the battle drawing out from miles away.

Khran moved forward through the line to try and get a better vantage point of the situation. He's second in command, Zark, followed his closely.
"Mork and Gork dam' gitz! Dems' gettin' in deh way!" Khran shouted at Zark as they both kept firing.

"Yoo need dem' bitz over er' boss?" Zark asked, pointing at a looted Leman Russ the enemy Mek and his grots were trying to repair.

"Thos' and thos' fings' over er'! See em?" Khran pointed at a pile of scrap metal a few feet from the looted tank.

"Yoo need em' for wat boss?" Zark asked.

"Meks need more bitz to get ar' rockit workin' all good en' well again!" Khrans answered.

Khran looked around the battlefield and saw that the enemies left flank had almost withered off. He ordered his boyz to take the ground and maybe they could encircle the enemy. Nothing was going to stop Khran from getting what he wanted, Gork and Mork be judge of that. With that, he screamed "WAAAAGH" at the top of his lungs and so did his boyz soon after.

Warhammer 40K: Imperium Broken

I'm still willing to participate.
I'm going to post soon if nobody else does.

Of Steam and Ambition -

Warhammer 40,000: Tales of the Inquisition

"Aymen." Father Christus finished his prayers as the Chimera came to a halt. He stuffed his Imperial Canon inside his bag and prepared himself for the mayhem that awaited him. He stretched his legs forward to ease him when he stood up. "Emperor grant us guidance and grace. Emperor grant of salvation and solitude in your eternal paradise." Father Christus said as he made a sign of the Aquila on his head.

As they walked through the tunnel, the confessor noticed the force sword the inquisitor was wielding. He found himself mesmerized for a few minutes by the blade. He wasn't a psyker so he could only imagine the power the object had. It resonated with the power of the warp. Only few have the will, capability and knowledge to use such weapons and only fewer can actually grasp and control their tremendous power. The confessor felt a shiver down his spine as he looked at the sword. He got those thoughts out of his head and focused at the job at hand. He heard the orchestra of the battlefield. It had been some time since he had last stepped into a war zone. As he walked into the light and onto a courtyard, he was filled with the excitement and anxiety of war. Back withe the Carthaginians, they were always inspired by their commander to fight for the Emperor and to bring the Imperium glory in his name. He always spoke of how their names would be sung by their children and spouses when they arrived home. Most of the soldiers knew how wrong he was but they had to believe. Giving up hope was not an option. You needed every fiber in your body ready to fight to the last breathe.

The confessor conjured up his courage for the Guardsmen. He saw a group hiding behind cover and seemed ready to retreat at any moment. He dropped his bag on a flat surface that he knew he could go back too. He got out his chainsword then and switched it on. The distinct hum of the blade was like an old friend's greeting. He smiled and looked at the battle ahead. The agents of Khorne, the God of blood. The righteous anger of the Emperor and his servants would prevail although.
"Guardsmen!" He called out their attention. "Follow me to glorious victory." He said to rally the men. He then began reciting litanies at the top of his lung. Now was th hour of glory or death.

Of Steam and Ambition -

Since the atmosphere has become more WW1 than steampunk, you guys don't mind if I added in bolt action rifles and 19th century cannons to my army, right?

Warhammer 40K: Imperium Broken

Enalais said
Have the feeling me and the Leadspittas are gonna be trading lead.

You got that right blue skin.
Now dance! :D