I like how the ooc is 85% telling @Andromedai to post or to hurry up, 5% telling everyone else to post and 5% 40k memes
I like to think I got the monopoly on teh memes ^_^
Oh, and that reminds me!
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I like to think I got the monopoly on teh memes ^_^
Oh, and that reminds me!
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I'll have a post up soon. ^__^
"I can confirm that... "
"White Scar, follow me, we are going to go investigate the source of that sound. I want the rest of you to stay here and make sure nothing else happens."
" ... "
" ... there are no ambushes down that path."
Adrianne only murmured the last words as Aviza and Nergui had already run off like a jolly black-templar kill team that had just been tipped off about a large gathering of particularly undefended and vulnerable heretics nearby!
"Why do the muscle always run ahead like that without consulting the Psyker first? I'm not gonna be sorry if they run into a minefield!"
The Psyker thought to herself; all the while subconsciously having taken more than half a dozen of steps away from where Vala the Tech Heretic who was working on her own home-made bomb, and displaying all too much glee when working on it for it to ever possibly be safe!
"You could always kill her and drink her blood if she becomes a nuisance! Nobody likes a killjoy!"
"Nobody's killing anyone, Zirael... " Adrianne mumbled with an annoyed tone as the Psyker raised a gloved hand, seeking to expand her senses in order to find something to take her mind off the mindless behavior of her teammates, the nagging daemon and the no less than twelve severed eyes observing her from various water pools and metal reflections.
With the thick corruption lying over the tunnels like a noxious cloud, it was difficult for her psychic mind to see far. Yet, what she found did not require much effort to begin with!
A few levels above them, Adrianne could sense a swarming sea of angry, frustrated feelings coalescing together. It had every hallmark of an ork mob, and for whatever reason they also radiated frustration.
"I sense Orks... " Adrianne began, turning to the remainder of the group around her.
"A few levels above us. And a lot of them. They are not moving, and radiate frustration, but for what reason I cannot yet discern."
"White Scar, follow me, we are going to go investigate the source of that sound. I want the rest of you to stay here and make sure nothing else happens."
" ... "
" ... there are no ambushes down that path."
Adrianne only murmured the last words as Aviza and Nergui had already run off like a jolly black-templar kill team that had just been tipped off about a large gathering of particularly undefended and vulnerable heretics nearby!
"Why do the muscle always run ahead like that without consulting the Psyker first? I'm not gonna be sorry if they run into a minefield!"
The Psyker thought to herself; all the while subconsciously having taken more than half a dozen of steps away from where Vala the Tech Heretic who was working on her own home-made bomb, and displaying all too much glee when working on it for it to ever possibly be safe!
"You could always kill her and drink her blood if she becomes a nuisance! Nobody likes a killjoy!"
"Nobody's killing anyone, Zirael... " Adrianne mumbled with an annoyed tone as the Psyker raised a gloved hand, seeking to expand her senses in order to find something to take her mind off the mindless behavior of her teammates, the nagging daemon and the no less than twelve severed eyes observing her from various water pools and metal reflections.
With the thick corruption lying over the tunnels like a noxious cloud, it was difficult for her psychic mind to see far. Yet, what she found did not require much effort to begin with!
A few levels above them, Adrianne could sense a swarming sea of angry, frustrated feelings coalescing together. It had every hallmark of an ork mob, and for whatever reason they also radiated frustration.
"I sense Orks... " Adrianne began, turning to the remainder of the group around her.
"A few levels above us. And a lot of them. They are not moving, and radiate frustration, but for what reason I cannot yet discern."
should have a post up either tomorrow or the day after
While we wait for the prophesied event to come about, here's some more random sister of battle stuff ^^
Sooo... while we wait...
Who wanna put a bet on there soon being a friendly-fire incident that involves Elisha being mistaken for a heretic? ^_ ^
Who wanna put a bet on there soon being a friendly-fire incident that involves Elisha being mistaken for a heretic? ^_ ^
After such a long wait.
After this long; If I didn't know better I'd suspect you were trying to outdo Cypher :P
"These will cause whoever breath in their particles to go into a hallucinogenic rage, attacking anything and everything around them, regardless of friend or foe."
"Do those even work against Power Armored astartes or deamons??"
Adrianne didn't voice the question, although she held doubts about the effectiveness of the grenades. Against unprotected flesh and blood beasts and mortals, sure, but the Psyker doubted they'd be much use against otherwordly deamons and astartes firmly sealed off in their power suits.
Still, no reason to shake the Sister's optimism!
"I have a few notions about who Zirael is... as to how they tie into this I honestly have no clue." Adrianne said, while placing one hand on the face of a multi-limbed shadow with a forked tongue, before pushing it away from her. An act that might have looked like an odd gesture to the blunts in the party.
"You know full well, little Adri, that I would never turn down a gracious invitation to join such a 'party!'"
"is anyone in need of healing? Step forward now."
Adrianne gave the rest of the party a look, to see if anyone would take the White Scar apothecarian up on his offer.
Part of her doubted anyone would though. For starters, the Imperium seemed rife with stubborn hard-knocks that would attempt to walk off any injury; even death itself; if they were given a chance to do so. And secondly, there was also always a degree of perturbation for most mortals regarding the idea of going up to an 8ft power armored killing machine and asking him to to heal a simple limb or close a wound!
"I can walk second or third to the front." Adrianne said as she suggested a marching order.
"My powers will allow us to foil any traps or ambushes that might lie ahead, and give us the drop on any hostile elements in these tunnels."
"Do those even work against Power Armored astartes or deamons??"
Adrianne didn't voice the question, although she held doubts about the effectiveness of the grenades. Against unprotected flesh and blood beasts and mortals, sure, but the Psyker doubted they'd be much use against otherwordly deamons and astartes firmly sealed off in their power suits.
Still, no reason to shake the Sister's optimism!
"I have a few notions about who Zirael is... as to how they tie into this I honestly have no clue." Adrianne said, while placing one hand on the face of a multi-limbed shadow with a forked tongue, before pushing it away from her. An act that might have looked like an odd gesture to the blunts in the party.
"You know full well, little Adri, that I would never turn down a gracious invitation to join such a 'party!'"
"is anyone in need of healing? Step forward now."
Adrianne gave the rest of the party a look, to see if anyone would take the White Scar apothecarian up on his offer.
Part of her doubted anyone would though. For starters, the Imperium seemed rife with stubborn hard-knocks that would attempt to walk off any injury; even death itself; if they were given a chance to do so. And secondly, there was also always a degree of perturbation for most mortals regarding the idea of going up to an 8ft power armored killing machine and asking him to to heal a simple limb or close a wound!
"I can walk second or third to the front." Adrianne said as she suggested a marching order.
"My powers will allow us to foil any traps or ambushes that might lie ahead, and give us the drop on any hostile elements in these tunnels."
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