Sarpedon

An Unholy Mass: Warhammer 40,000 RP [Black Crusade Inspired] [Mature Content]

@BCTheEntity I submitted my character. Waiting a verdict from our glorious leader.

An Unholy Mass: Warhammer 40,000 RP [Black Crusade Inspired] [Mature Content]

@agentmanatee Have you tried more cowbell?

The Vanquishing of the Vampire Plague (Sanquin/Sarpedon)

Kevin chuckled when Zara suggested that her using him as a chew toy might be a possibility at some point. He wasn't sure how he felt about that, but he supposed they would find out when it happened. The rest of their trip was thankfully uneventful, but that didn't stop him from worrying. The last thing they needed was something to go wrong. Lucky for them, things seemed to be working out. The way they walked into the dip he'd been hoping to hide out in was rocky, so there was little in the way of a trail. The ground got soft again at the bottom, though, and they were surrounded on all sides by scrub and boulders. The bottom of the sinkhole was low enough that the rest of the ground around them was about eye level now, and that, combined with the brush everywhere comforted the werehyena to the point where he felt they'd be safe enough for the night.

Then his companion asked if she should hang up a tarp. He leaned his head back and took a deep breath through his nose, held it for a second, and let it out slowly through his mouth. "It's not going to rain." he assured her. "But if you really want to, we can hang it right here." he gestured to a rock face jutting out of the ground, it was close enough to the very bottom of the hole that if they hung the tarp up, they shouldn't have any trouble tucking it underneath them as well. Assuming Zara was even okay with cuddling. He figured he would let the vampire do her thing, and set to prepping his own sleeping arrangements. If they were going to share, he wasn't convinced her sleep system would fit the both of them. "You want me to rub your feet again?" he offered quietly as he worked. Brownie points were always good, and he really didn't want his companion giving out on him, so if that's what it took to keep her going, he didn't see anything wrong with it...

It's A Wonderful Life! - An Imperial Guard (40K) RP [Looking for Guardsmen]

@Jbcool Night shifts suck balls bro, I understand. I'll have a drink or six for ya.

Beyond Civilisation's Grasp... - A Rogue Trader (WH40K) RP [Seeking Desperate Souls for Adventure!]

@BCTheEntity Running the idea past our glorious leader, then I'm going to start writing.

Beyond Civilisation's Grasp... - A Rogue Trader (WH40K) RP [Seeking Desperate Souls for Adventure!]

@Jbcool Does it matter where in the Koronus Expanse?

Beyond Civilisation's Grasp... - A Rogue Trader (WH40K) RP [Seeking Desperate Souls for Adventure!]

IS anyone reading the skeleton general thread on 4chan? /tg/ is dope.

The Fate of the Cursed (WH40K Renegade Space Marine RP: ALWAYS OPEN)

@Mortarion Medeis is more upset that Caras would side with Valius over him than anything else. Maybe if Constantine suggested it first he'd be less offended, but he'd still be upset because he feels that bearing the burden of keeping Valius from getting consumed by the warp should entitle him to things that don't always make sense.

The Fate of the Cursed (WH40K Renegade Space Marine RP: ALWAYS OPEN)

@agentmanatee The fractures started appearing when someone broke his crayons last week XD

He hasn't openly refused any orders... Yet... And doesn't plan to... Yet... Technically, they are only fractures if he lets anyone not in the upper echelon of command see him fighting with the Chapter Master. That's how you lose the respect of your troops. I have first hand experience with that, though I guess I'm not a space marine so maybe it's different for them...

The Fate of the Cursed (WH40K Renegade Space Marine RP: ALWAYS OPEN)

Medeis was glad to have Skyrax on his side. The Vanguard Captain was often more abrasive and rash than the Chief Librarian liked, but at least the man had his head screwed on straight. Both the Master of the Forge and the abomination he'd been tasked with babysitting advocated retreat in the face of resistance, however, and the idea brought him as close to physical illness as he'd ever been brought by something someone had to say. The left side of his mouth curled up slowly, forming an unforgiving snarl as he listened to their traitorous words. "Cowards..." he grumbled, having to fight to keep the Voice of the Legion out of his whisper. Then, as if to throw the veterans' loyalty back in their faces, the Chapter Master agreed with the horrific construct sitting across from them. Now he felt physically ill. It didn't last long, thanks to his physiology, but he'd never been closer to throwing up in his entire existence as a space marine. Not only had he been saddled with a sickening psychic automaton that he was supposed to keep alive and functional, now the Lord of Battle he'd followed without question for decades, the one person he respected above all, was refusing his advice in favour of that most heretical thing he'd ever seen in the Light of the Emperor.

"Ships get lost in the warp all the time." he observed casually, but with a tone that implied he wasn't talking about some disappointing news he'd heard from someone who's friend's distant cousin had mentioned it in passing over drinks. There was barely-veiled venom in his words as he continued to speak, though no supernatural power entered his voice yet. "The Opulence Excelsior incident wasn't all that long ago... Maybe they got caught in an aftershock or something?" purely conjecture on his part, but a decent story, and once that the Inquisition wouldn't have much choice but to buy, assuming the evidence was disposed of properly. Even the best ships could succumb to the warp, seemingly at random.

He wondered how obvious it was that he was now fighting simply to prevent the repugnant atrocity that served as a Forge Adept, from being right. Lucky for everyone involved, he had yet to be able to physically manifest his hatred. The closest he got was feeding it like promethium into his psychic flamethrower, but he couldn't very well unleash that in the War Room. Instead he was stuck hoping that something else catastrophic might happen if he focused hard enough. Even if he could just get that abhorrent obscenity's excuse for a psychic hood uncomfortably hot, maybe the thing would get the picture. Then again, it was still here, and he was pretty sure he'd made it clear his stance on the whole issue.

Letting his humours get the best of him, Calvaria stewed silently in the depths of his robe, the air in his immediate vicinity roiling quietly and beginning to smell faintly of ozone. The Chapter Master had said this would be a meeting, but he was beginning to think it was going to be much closer to an issuance of orders. The man in charge just needed a sounding board before he interacted with anyone in an official capacity. Slowly containing the rage he normally attributed to Skyrax, the Chief Librarian resigned himself to yet another ignominious duty, and hoped this one might get the loathsome, heretical construct hiding behind the Master of the Forge to disappear.