I was hoping the time would pass by into early next morning before my next IC (because until then, ol' Marc is just cleaning his armor, then jumping into his bunk before getting up real early in the morning before the meeting). If it takes too long though, I guess I can post my stuff in small pieces just to keep things active.
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Hi there I'm Rultaos, or simply Rult as some of my friends call me. I first got into RP'ing on two different sites back when I was in High School. The forums of the games Minecraft and Spiral Knights. Both had game-related RP's, as well as off-topic ones regarding fantasy and sci-fi. This was around 3-4 years ago. I wasn't really good at it back then, but I met a lot of great people and feel like I really improved since then.
For any of you who are curious, this was one of my biggest RP undertakings before I got into this site (My username also comes from this as a tribute to it!). It's not really a very well-written roleplay (or a very well-managed one for that matter). But it really meant a lot to me because of how far it went, how long it survived, and how it inspired my fellow players there. It always fills me with a sense of nostalgia whenever I glance at it in my bookmarks...
I got into RPGuild back when it was still using the old server (the one that got taken down after Mahz got behind on his pay and the providers ended their service without warning). I was pretty bummed when this happened because I was already actively participating in a number of roleplays, and I could only stay in contact with a select few guildmates on the Facebook group. Eventually, the long wait was over, and the site was given renewed life after a few bumps in the road that guildmaster Mahz faced in his attempts to resurrect this place. It was a good day for many including myself when this site slowly started getting more and more features.
2014 was my second year in college and was a very stressful time for me. Mostly concerning academics, with a few occasional problems regarding friends and fellow students alike. Because of this, I had to suddenly drop out of roleplaying for a while in order to have the time to get my real life back in order.
Now, I've returned to the site, and am hoping to get back into the groove of roleplaying and make more great friends and have even greater adventures through whatever huge universe your brilliant minds can think of! If you wanna invite me to play, or even just have a friendly chat about anything, send a message my way and I'll reply as soon as I can =)
For those of you who are wondering, my roleplay interests include: Sci-Fi, Military, sometimes Fantasy, a Fandom one if I'm familiar with the source material, heck I'd be willing to dabble in an Apocalypse setting as well. I'm also willing to try new things as well if it seems fascinating enough. So hit me up with an idea any time and I'd be happy to share my thoughts with you.
Well, I feel like I've used up enough for your time. Thanks for caring enough to read all this, and I hope you enjoy your roleplay adventures as much as I have in the past and the present ^_^
For any of you who are curious, this was one of my biggest RP undertakings before I got into this site (My username also comes from this as a tribute to it!). It's not really a very well-written roleplay (or a very well-managed one for that matter). But it really meant a lot to me because of how far it went, how long it survived, and how it inspired my fellow players there. It always fills me with a sense of nostalgia whenever I glance at it in my bookmarks...
I got into RPGuild back when it was still using the old server (the one that got taken down after Mahz got behind on his pay and the providers ended their service without warning). I was pretty bummed when this happened because I was already actively participating in a number of roleplays, and I could only stay in contact with a select few guildmates on the Facebook group. Eventually, the long wait was over, and the site was given renewed life after a few bumps in the road that guildmaster Mahz faced in his attempts to resurrect this place. It was a good day for many including myself when this site slowly started getting more and more features.
2014 was my second year in college and was a very stressful time for me. Mostly concerning academics, with a few occasional problems regarding friends and fellow students alike. Because of this, I had to suddenly drop out of roleplaying for a while in order to have the time to get my real life back in order.
Now, I've returned to the site, and am hoping to get back into the groove of roleplaying and make more great friends and have even greater adventures through whatever huge universe your brilliant minds can think of! If you wanna invite me to play, or even just have a friendly chat about anything, send a message my way and I'll reply as soon as I can =)
For those of you who are wondering, my roleplay interests include: Sci-Fi, Military, sometimes Fantasy, a Fandom one if I'm familiar with the source material, heck I'd be willing to dabble in an Apocalypse setting as well. I'm also willing to try new things as well if it seems fascinating enough. So hit me up with an idea any time and I'd be happy to share my thoughts with you.
Well, I feel like I've used up enough for your time. Thanks for caring enough to read all this, and I hope you enjoy your roleplay adventures as much as I have in the past and the present ^_^
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Not much Marcus can do at the moment, I was thinking that my next post would be at the 0500 meeting, but it seems to be taking a while. I might do something quickly with him for the sake of character development (probably have him wake up or something, some time before the meeting) if these conversations take a while. Might even be able to open him up to interactions with the others if ever I do that, heh. For now I'll wait as the IC night passes by.
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@Dannyrulx Wouldn't do much against the arsenal of Mother Nature, but at the very least our wildlife isn't as dangerous as Australia's to warrant those kinds of weapons, so I guess we got that going for us, hehe
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Damn. Bad luck man. Blighty's got bad weather but no big storms. Stay safe!
Thanks man. Storms pass by our country really frequently so we're usually just meh about it. Though, the strength of this one is a cause for concern. @mackielars mentioned that if these storms get any stronger on a regular basis we could probably be considered Death Worlders
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Finally got another post up. I really hope I'm not getting left behind too much at the speed of things. I decided to color-code Marcus' dialogue. @mackielars gave me the idea to color-code dialogue here to make it easier to read, but I wasn't sure what sort of colors would fit for all of your characters (too sleepy to consider that right now), although I did pick an icy blue color for @Jbcool due to the "Nordic Ice Queen" description he gave of her
EDIT: I'm also planning to make Marcus taller if that's alright, just so it makes more sense for him to have been a rear-lines Lasgunner (which would be tough if he was too short) but at the same time keep him relatively short than he normally would've been because of carrying stuff all the time. Would 6'0 be a reasonable enough height?
EDIT: I'm also planning to make Marcus taller if that's alright, just so it makes more sense for him to have been a rear-lines Lasgunner (which would be tough if he was too short) but at the same time keep him relatively short than he normally would've been because of carrying stuff all the time. Would 6'0 be a reasonable enough height?
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@Hank @Dannyrulx @NecroKnight @agentmanatee @Andreyich @The Lioness @Jbcool
When the Commissar approached, Marcus was among those who stopped playing and stood at relative attention. After all, he was only slightly drunk, and the sight of the red cap could sober up even the drunkest and rowdiest of soldiers. When he gave the order to "Carry on" however, he relaxed and turned back to face the Ork ball that his other two comrades were toying with, wondering when he'd get his next hit in. The Commissar who arrived had also taken an interest in their game and had approached the group. "Oh, I see, it's one of those xenos. Hey, fellows, mind if I have a go? They killed a lot of my friends too." The Commissar asked, surprisingly politely. Marcus was a little taken aback at this behavior, being used to Commissars holding themselves higher than the Guardsmen, but he managed to reply properly enough. "Oh, by all means, sir! Feel free to join in, we're not exactly taking tur-"
He was abruptly cut off when he heard the sound of squishing flesh. Upon turning around, he saw the blonde and scarred lady mashing the Ork-ball into a pulp while tears streamed down her face. Their toy was quickly reduced into an unrecognizable mass of meat.
"Aw Hell... I didn't even get ta' dedicate some punts for the 3rd Company..." Marcus thought out loud. Immediately afterwards though, the scarred blonde ran away, most likely out of shame. The Felinid, who had drunkenly introduced themselves as Meris Fixun, chased after her, clearly angry at losing their plaything, shouting "Get back here! By the Emperor's Holy Leg get back here! Why are you ruining others fun here? You owe me one ork skull-ball, ye bigot!". The Cadian officer, whom he learned was named Angelika Carscallen, ran after the two as well. Marcus glanced at the direction they were heading towards, and could hear primal screaming among shouts from various Guardsmen gathered in a crowd. "Hey! I don't think any of us want ta' head that way!" Marcus shouted after them as he also gave chase. From what he knew about his fellow Guardsmen, crowds and screaming could only ever be because of a fight, or disciplinary action, and his three new friends running headfirst into either one of those things would not end well.
Upon finally catching up with them, he saw a scarred bear of a man staring down Angel and spouting death threats at them. "Hey! You don't talk to your comrades lik-" Marcus started as he began approaching them, but was quickly pulled back by Hardin, who was in the crowd. "Don't try anything, you'll just make it worse. Dace said he saw a Commissar and an officer-looking fellow heading this way, the last place you want to be when they get here is in the middle of this bloody mess." Hardin quickly explained. Marcus gave an annoyed grunt as he shook off Hardin's palm. "Who in the Emperor's name does this guy think he is...?" Marcus muttered, referring to the bloodthirsty man.
Hardin's prediction turned out to be correct as a laspistol shot was fired into the air and an intimidating woman with dark skin and a partially mechanical arm, dressed in officer garb walked into the scene. "I'm not entirely sure what began all this, but I'm ending it. I am Captain Weiss. The new Company Commander, and anyone who tries to continue this atrocity of Imperial Discipline, will truly know what discipline is." The new arrival said.
The music had stopped at this point and the Flashflooders stood at attention, fearful of the glad that the situation was diffused without any bloodshed, as it certainly looked like it was about to go that way, and Marcus didn't look forward to starting anything violent with his fellow troops, especially if they were going to be working together again. He needed to be able to trust the people who guarded his flanks. "Company Commander... I'm guessing that means she's our new boss." Marcus said quietly. "Yeah... She's a lot scarier than our last one too." Hardin whispered back.
Another female officer joined the scene at this point, this one wearing a Commissar's outfit and had a pale skin tone. They did not introduce themselves, but they had an air of cold authority over them, much like the Commissars he had seen during the Vernum Crusade who would gun Guardsmen down for the slightest infractions without blinking an eye. They passed on some orders to Captain Weiss before raising their voice to levels Marcus had rarely heard.
"At zero-five-hundred hours this morning, not too far away, those here present will be prepared for inspection and standing by rank-and-file in the open ground beyond the power-station. It is not hard to miss, so you are expected to be there whatever your current or future condition, everything cleaned and in order. Punishments will be given for insubordination and reprimands for errors in armament and uniform. That is all, carry on." The female Commissar announced.
Captain Weiss continued scolding the man who had the audacity to retort a commanding officer, before addressing the rest of the people there. “That goes for everyone! I want everyone on the Parade grounds at Zero Four Hundred for my personal inspection so you don’t embarrass me. I think that this has been one embarrassment enough.”
The Flashflooders gave quick salutes before dispersing along with the rest of the crowd. "Looks like we're going to be in for quite a ride, gentlemen." Dace said to the group. "I just hope we don't immediately get shipped into another shitstorm of a crusade like this one. At least not until I at least know the blokes squatting next to me when I bleed to death." Marcus said, joking at the end. "I hope we get something new to ride in. As much as I love the old Chimera, I'd rather have a new set of wheels and walls to put between me and the xenos." Bertolt added as the group returned to their quarters.
Just as Marcus was putting away his armor and getting ready to sleep, Hardin forcefully yanked him away from his bed. "Hey! What's this for?!" Marcus asked. "YOU, are not going to rest until your armor is clean!" Hardin replied. "Come on... I thought you boys were used to the smell by now." Marcus answered back. "Yeah, by the Emperor's divine grace we've gotten used to it. But our new commander isn't and I don't think she's the type who'll take kindly to a soldier smelling like shit during an inspection. Now clean your bloody armor! The whole company might end up getting the whip if one of us fucks up." Hardin retorted.
With a defeated sigh, Marcus set about to clean his stained armor set, hoping to get some sleep early and wondering what their new unit will end up being composed of. The Crusade's survivors were definitely a colorful bunch if this evening's party was anything to go by, but he had no idea whether they'd be able to keep it together as a unit.
When the Commissar approached, Marcus was among those who stopped playing and stood at relative attention. After all, he was only slightly drunk, and the sight of the red cap could sober up even the drunkest and rowdiest of soldiers. When he gave the order to "Carry on" however, he relaxed and turned back to face the Ork ball that his other two comrades were toying with, wondering when he'd get his next hit in. The Commissar who arrived had also taken an interest in their game and had approached the group. "Oh, I see, it's one of those xenos. Hey, fellows, mind if I have a go? They killed a lot of my friends too." The Commissar asked, surprisingly politely. Marcus was a little taken aback at this behavior, being used to Commissars holding themselves higher than the Guardsmen, but he managed to reply properly enough. "Oh, by all means, sir! Feel free to join in, we're not exactly taking tur-"
He was abruptly cut off when he heard the sound of squishing flesh. Upon turning around, he saw the blonde and scarred lady mashing the Ork-ball into a pulp while tears streamed down her face. Their toy was quickly reduced into an unrecognizable mass of meat.
"Aw Hell... I didn't even get ta' dedicate some punts for the 3rd Company..." Marcus thought out loud. Immediately afterwards though, the scarred blonde ran away, most likely out of shame. The Felinid, who had drunkenly introduced themselves as Meris Fixun, chased after her, clearly angry at losing their plaything, shouting "Get back here! By the Emperor's Holy Leg get back here! Why are you ruining others fun here? You owe me one ork skull-ball, ye bigot!". The Cadian officer, whom he learned was named Angelika Carscallen, ran after the two as well. Marcus glanced at the direction they were heading towards, and could hear primal screaming among shouts from various Guardsmen gathered in a crowd. "Hey! I don't think any of us want ta' head that way!" Marcus shouted after them as he also gave chase. From what he knew about his fellow Guardsmen, crowds and screaming could only ever be because of a fight, or disciplinary action, and his three new friends running headfirst into either one of those things would not end well.
Upon finally catching up with them, he saw a scarred bear of a man staring down Angel and spouting death threats at them. "Hey! You don't talk to your comrades lik-" Marcus started as he began approaching them, but was quickly pulled back by Hardin, who was in the crowd. "Don't try anything, you'll just make it worse. Dace said he saw a Commissar and an officer-looking fellow heading this way, the last place you want to be when they get here is in the middle of this bloody mess." Hardin quickly explained. Marcus gave an annoyed grunt as he shook off Hardin's palm. "Who in the Emperor's name does this guy think he is...?" Marcus muttered, referring to the bloodthirsty man.
Hardin's prediction turned out to be correct as a laspistol shot was fired into the air and an intimidating woman with dark skin and a partially mechanical arm, dressed in officer garb walked into the scene. "I'm not entirely sure what began all this, but I'm ending it. I am Captain Weiss. The new Company Commander, and anyone who tries to continue this atrocity of Imperial Discipline, will truly know what discipline is." The new arrival said.
The music had stopped at this point and the Flashflooders stood at attention, fearful of the glad that the situation was diffused without any bloodshed, as it certainly looked like it was about to go that way, and Marcus didn't look forward to starting anything violent with his fellow troops, especially if they were going to be working together again. He needed to be able to trust the people who guarded his flanks. "Company Commander... I'm guessing that means she's our new boss." Marcus said quietly. "Yeah... She's a lot scarier than our last one too." Hardin whispered back.
Another female officer joined the scene at this point, this one wearing a Commissar's outfit and had a pale skin tone. They did not introduce themselves, but they had an air of cold authority over them, much like the Commissars he had seen during the Vernum Crusade who would gun Guardsmen down for the slightest infractions without blinking an eye. They passed on some orders to Captain Weiss before raising their voice to levels Marcus had rarely heard.
"At zero-five-hundred hours this morning, not too far away, those here present will be prepared for inspection and standing by rank-and-file in the open ground beyond the power-station. It is not hard to miss, so you are expected to be there whatever your current or future condition, everything cleaned and in order. Punishments will be given for insubordination and reprimands for errors in armament and uniform. That is all, carry on." The female Commissar announced.
Captain Weiss continued scolding the man who had the audacity to retort a commanding officer, before addressing the rest of the people there. “That goes for everyone! I want everyone on the Parade grounds at Zero Four Hundred for my personal inspection so you don’t embarrass me. I think that this has been one embarrassment enough.”
The Flashflooders gave quick salutes before dispersing along with the rest of the crowd. "Looks like we're going to be in for quite a ride, gentlemen." Dace said to the group. "I just hope we don't immediately get shipped into another shitstorm of a crusade like this one. At least not until I at least know the blokes squatting next to me when I bleed to death." Marcus said, joking at the end. "I hope we get something new to ride in. As much as I love the old Chimera, I'd rather have a new set of wheels and walls to put between me and the xenos." Bertolt added as the group returned to their quarters.
Just as Marcus was putting away his armor and getting ready to sleep, Hardin forcefully yanked him away from his bed. "Hey! What's this for?!" Marcus asked. "YOU, are not going to rest until your armor is clean!" Hardin replied. "Come on... I thought you boys were used to the smell by now." Marcus answered back. "Yeah, by the Emperor's divine grace we've gotten used to it. But our new commander isn't and I don't think she's the type who'll take kindly to a soldier smelling like shit during an inspection. Now clean your bloody armor! The whole company might end up getting the whip if one of us fucks up." Hardin retorted.
With a defeated sigh, Marcus set about to clean his stained armor set, hoping to get some sleep early and wondering what their new unit will end up being composed of. The Crusade's survivors were definitely a colorful bunch if this evening's party was anything to go by, but he had no idea whether they'd be able to keep it together as a unit.
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Either one of you can react - just get me a reason to join the fun.
I hope I was allowed to react because I pretty much forced them to notice the ball, courtesy of Marcus' drunken mind who was all too pleased to find something to blame for his regiment's deaths.
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@Dannyrulx "Looks good. Get your regiment if you want, this thing is fucking huge, and apparently the boys have got some extra food in the back as well. WE ARE GONNA HAVE A FUCKING PARTY!" The Cadian who appeared to be the leader shouted as the regiment started playing music through their vox-casters. "I like the way they think!" Marcus thought out loud as he went to retrieve his squadmates.
Running back to the bonfire, he called out to his fellow troops. "Hey boys! Get off your drunk asses and come with me!" He shouted at them. "What's going on? Did you find that Ork tooth set you dropped on the way to the capital?" Bertolt asked. "Hah! I wish! But nah, what I found is a a hell of a party with everything washed up Guardsmen like us could ask for, now come on before they finish eating the Squig." Marcus replied as he gestures for them to follow.
"Squig?" Hardin asked in mild confusion. "Move your ass!" Marcus shouted as he jogged. Eventually, the four Flashflooders reached the location of the party. The female Cadian who had addressed him earlier passed him a piece of the Squig and told him to give her the ration cards later. "That's awfully generous. Thanks!" Marcus shouted back as he took a bite out of the alien creature.
"This... isn't half bad." Marcus said as he struggled a bit to cut a piece with his combat knife and passed it to Bertolt who was nearest to him. "Heh, and they expected us to kill Orks with these blades." Marcus added, noting the difficulty he had with cutting through the smallest variant of Ork. A thumping beat was now echoing around the camp as the vox-casters played music. Hardin had brought the alcohol and meat they had requisitioned earlier, and the group of four continued their revelry in the presence of all the other surviving regiments. Some other Guardsmen had joined their small group as well, sharing food and drunken tales. A Guardsman from the Catachan Jungle Fighters was arguing with Bertolt about the viability of using Chimeras in tight spaces ("If you can't find a use for a Chimera in close quarters, you're not driving them right!"), while Dace was flirting with one of the ladies from the Elysian Drop Troopers.
In the midst of this, an abhuman Felinid suddenly came into the scene, kicking what appeared to be an Ork head filled with metal fragments and shouting obscenities at it. After they kicked it a bit too hard, it rolled near the first where what remained of the Squig was roasting , and they invited others to join their stress release.
@NecroKnight"Hhey! Anybody up for some kharmic payback? I ghots one ork skull made into a ball - and eight tickets worth of booze! Anybody up for kicking some ork skull-bhall?" She asked in between fits of laughter. Marcus looked up towards the Felinid and stood up. "Now yer talkin' my language!" he shouted at them as he walked towards them, now quite a bit beyond tipsy and walked in an odd, wobbly manner as he took the head from them. He started kicking it in no particular direction as he dedicated each kick to members of his regiment.
"This is for Cyrus!"
"That's for Ash!"
"AND THIS IS FOR THAT ONE BLONDE GIT WHOSE NAME STARTED WITH 'S'!"
Without meaning to, he had rolled the Ork head towards the female Cadian he had spoken to earlier, and the scarred lady with bionic implants who were chatting some distance away from the party. "Whoops. Sorry ladies! Looks like this Ork got a little too deep into your flanks. Hahaha!" Marcus said as he laughed hysterically. "Would you care to join us in punishing this trespasser, courtesy of our furry ally over here?" He added as he bounced the morbid ball in his hands and glanced back at the Felinid.
@Dannyrulx@agentmanatee
Running back to the bonfire, he called out to his fellow troops. "Hey boys! Get off your drunk asses and come with me!" He shouted at them. "What's going on? Did you find that Ork tooth set you dropped on the way to the capital?" Bertolt asked. "Hah! I wish! But nah, what I found is a a hell of a party with everything washed up Guardsmen like us could ask for, now come on before they finish eating the Squig." Marcus replied as he gestures for them to follow.
"Squig?" Hardin asked in mild confusion. "Move your ass!" Marcus shouted as he jogged. Eventually, the four Flashflooders reached the location of the party. The female Cadian who had addressed him earlier passed him a piece of the Squig and told him to give her the ration cards later. "That's awfully generous. Thanks!" Marcus shouted back as he took a bite out of the alien creature.
"This... isn't half bad." Marcus said as he struggled a bit to cut a piece with his combat knife and passed it to Bertolt who was nearest to him. "Heh, and they expected us to kill Orks with these blades." Marcus added, noting the difficulty he had with cutting through the smallest variant of Ork. A thumping beat was now echoing around the camp as the vox-casters played music. Hardin had brought the alcohol and meat they had requisitioned earlier, and the group of four continued their revelry in the presence of all the other surviving regiments. Some other Guardsmen had joined their small group as well, sharing food and drunken tales. A Guardsman from the Catachan Jungle Fighters was arguing with Bertolt about the viability of using Chimeras in tight spaces ("If you can't find a use for a Chimera in close quarters, you're not driving them right!"), while Dace was flirting with one of the ladies from the Elysian Drop Troopers.
In the midst of this, an abhuman Felinid suddenly came into the scene, kicking what appeared to be an Ork head filled with metal fragments and shouting obscenities at it. After they kicked it a bit too hard, it rolled near the first where what remained of the Squig was roasting , and they invited others to join their stress release.
@NecroKnight"Hhey! Anybody up for some kharmic payback? I ghots one ork skull made into a ball - and eight tickets worth of booze! Anybody up for kicking some ork skull-bhall?" She asked in between fits of laughter. Marcus looked up towards the Felinid and stood up. "Now yer talkin' my language!" he shouted at them as he walked towards them, now quite a bit beyond tipsy and walked in an odd, wobbly manner as he took the head from them. He started kicking it in no particular direction as he dedicated each kick to members of his regiment.
"This is for Cyrus!"
"That's for Ash!"
"AND THIS IS FOR THAT ONE BLONDE GIT WHOSE NAME STARTED WITH 'S'!"
Without meaning to, he had rolled the Ork head towards the female Cadian he had spoken to earlier, and the scarred lady with bionic implants who were chatting some distance away from the party. "Whoops. Sorry ladies! Looks like this Ork got a little too deep into your flanks. Hahaha!" Marcus said as he laughed hysterically. "Would you care to join us in punishing this trespasser, courtesy of our furry ally over here?" He added as he bounced the morbid ball in his hands and glanced back at the Felinid.
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Partially finished my post, will continue in a few hours after I wake up. A little too sleepy at the moment >_<
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Aight. Then we can play skull-ball.
I bet Marcus would find that fun. Just need to finish up something important my friend (mackielars) and I are working on before we can post my IC and we can adjust her CS based on the suggestions. Hopefully we can get Persephone in the game before the party's over and we go back to everlasting grimdarkness
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