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Known primarily as Klomster, both on the net and on real life.

I really enjoy roleplaying and do so every weak, preferably twice in two different campaigns. Sometimes even more.

From time to time i've done some forum roleplaying with mixed success. I've tried GM-ing with even more mixed success and all in all, i find forum rp's enjoyable. Hence why i joined, hoping to play some forum rp's and OWN at it. (Or something.)

I have an erratic thought pattern so my posts can appear as incoherent, if you notice you can just mention it if i should clarify anything.
Other than that, hey there fellas.

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All orks have an innate understanding of technology, some orks just go with it, and a few are oddboyz who focus on it. Normally known as mekboyz.

He'd probably have some grasp of what it does if he sees one. And it's a gun that shoots hot stuff, most orks and even some mekboyz don't even care after that part. Just point and pull the trigger.
Or a melta bomb. Orks are generally chaotic enough to just get them to work. Although that's with the gestalt field. Meh, Urgrugg is a nob, he's probably seen 'umies use melta bombs before.

And JB.
Imma gonna open a door on the scout ship. People will have to get their asses out of the lander and to the door themselves.
I mean come on, they are space marines and a warphead. Surely they can get that far no problem without a twitchy psychotic heretek holding their hands?
I'm working on getting people aboard the ship so we can have some interesting stuff go on again. So i'm just waiting for:
Someone to contact Zuriel.
People starting to mill about outside the lander.
Muck about long enough so Zuriel goes tired of their lazy asses and contact them to get their asses moving.

Also, i could meet up with the renegade guardsmen. I'm sure we'd have a wonderful time :)
I say you can wait for a moment.

Or somehow contact Zuriel, don't know what that would achieve but it'd give a way to talk to those on the lander.
@Kho Always remember.

"Think positive, it will soon get worse!" :D

And everyone, me and CowboyCommando are doing a collab.
Further giving hints to the mystery of the ancient, and showing that it sucks to be a Meridian :P
I can't help but notice that this hasn't really kicked off.

Me being me, i give RP's i join a month before i consider them dead (Yes, a whole month.)
That time has now arrived however.

If there is an answer to why this stopped i'd like to hear it, otherwise i just say thanks for letting me in. Have a good one.
Is there an order in who posts?

I just post whenever i feel it is appropriate.
That could work.

There's no reason i couldn't pop past the brig, however i don't know how the guard dudes will react to the chaos psyker murder techpriest who literally oozes with heresy.

Want to read a book? It's good! 5/5, would read again! :D
The rumble and the loud thump of the engaging mag-locks were the signal Zuriel waited for.
As Vedius turned about, Zuriel was already at the airlock punching in the combination Vedius had used to get them into this thing.
Having imaging sensors for eyes and cogitator functionality connected to his brain, meant that short video captures were fully plausible. And as such had taped when Vedius used his access code.

Being an air-lock, he entered the small room and had the door close behind him with a thud.
He punched in a few more activation runes, then the recognizable sound of depressurisation followed by silence. The outer door opened and Zuriel could see the hull of the Macharius' Pride stretch before him.

What was more welcome as he pushed off from the doorway was that the horrid silence of the null zone was behind him, now, the glorious presence of the veil was again fully visible to his mind, again the cacophony of the warp could be felt desperately trying to break through and the multitude of eyes were on him again.
Yes, he was free.

He touched down, with practised ease he engaged his mag-boots which locked unto the hull of the Sloop and began to walk.
He twitched his head, violently jerked an arm and turned to his right.
Zuriel thought to himself, Viper class sloop, slightly damaged, access ports on every two decks for maintenance. Closest one is....
He looked for a second, before locating a round roughly metre across airlock.

As he reached it he unwound an access cable from the rear of his skull and plugged it into the access panel which was hidden behind a simple hatch. As he began to override the systems, he recalled that he had not gotten here alone.
None of the others would fit the small hatch, or if they did Zuriel imagined they wouldn't let their honor be spoiled by cramming themselves into a tiny access port.

But then again did he want them to enter the ship? Not really, but then again his chances of getting through his ordeal would be much higher if they worked together.
Such a bother, as the maintenance port opened Zuriel decided that he'd get to the closest lighter bay door or loading bay. Whichever was closest. While he himself might be able to haunt the ship like some sort of ghost, any attempt of seizing the vessel would require the others.
Well, Zuriel is getting out of this little thing.

A flying shoe-box isn't ideal for survival, especially when it's filled with dead eldar. Which the living eldar want back.

Edit: There, post up.
If you had planned something special for the outside for the Pride i could alter my post. But hopefully this works fine.
It makes sense that the negotiations between two dark angels and some red corsairs take more than an evening.
It's only natural.
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