Wraithblade6

Warhammer 40k: Kill-Team Epsilon, a Death=][=Watch RP - Currently closed!

I don't think I am ever angrier than when I post in this rp, but at least, that's motivation.

What I want next in this rp, is to react to the other characters' deaths. I also want JB to have someone or something meet us on the bridge and maybe even write that some of us get hurt. Just do it. Just wreck somebody. You're gm, so you can do that. It at least makes things difficult and interesting. I'm also interested in just getting out of this mission, because we've been here for 3 months. Whatever the bridge scene is, end it in 1-2 rounds of posts. I need to know if we are going to try to fly this Eldar ship, blow it up, get off it and leave it to float in space, and if we're going back to the Kroot world. I want to know if Kurt is going to get punched in the face. Btw, I thoroughly enjoy his disrespectful antics. So keep that shit up. I really liked Zaph and Sorrow for their personalities and wanted more description of their thoughts, and I really wanted to see Sirren eat somebody. Personality was way more interesting than trying to write about running through a ship with no layout to go on. Speaking of which, I think JB that we players need more of the world described to have more options for reacting to it. I don't just mean a map, rather allow our characters to know of different events in different places and different characters to realize different things. Like, write that somebody gets jumped from behind, somebody gets mentally overtaken, somebody sees a panel on the wall that they can interface with... idk. I also think I speak for everybody when I say we like your npc's and want you to play them more, make them like real characters. It's motivating for our characters to have a rapport going with our faction/leaders/ etc. And you know what would also be cool? If we could hear about some of the wider issues involving the Deathwatch faction, some high-echelon drama, some trouble inside the inquisition, or dark secret kept by the captain that we might uncover or overhear that could drive our characters.

idk. Maybe there's not enough time or interest in this. I hope I'm wrong.

Warhammer 40k: Kill-Team Epsilon, a Death=][=Watch RP - Currently closed!

The ship was every bit the feverish nightmare that only drugs and disease could induce. Now they entered a part of the ship where bodies of various beings were grafted into the walls. The Dark Eldar were still throwing their expendable first-line at them. Surely these sick killing machines would have been a merciless and quick end to any intruders, but these were space marines, and deathwatch at that.

The kill-team didn't need orders to open fire on the lurching grotesques. They did so even as Kurt snidely remarked to the Angel. The scout's frank disobedience and disrespect while on-assignment would have to be archived in their video feeds for proper address later, because Aldaric didn't have time to deal with it now. Brother Felbane gave no response to the Ultramarine as his powersword went live and he charged the closest enemy with his full focus. His bolter had been rendered useless by the Mandrakes in the previous room, so he was down to full frontal assault on the enemy from this point forward. His squadmates automatically switched their ranged targets to avoid hitting Aldaric as he eclipsed the first sinewy abomination.

He felt no sympathy for the warped creature that may have once been a sentient being. It was an enemy, a tool, and its suffering meant nothing to him. His blade moved with an unanticipated quickness fueled by decades of practice and a rage that rivalled anything Sirren could have put forth. Aldaric was an avenging knight in black armor. The words of Brother Rathanel came back to him as he heard Chaplain Zaphiel's voice rise. Aldaric was leading once again, but not with words this time. He was leading with the spray of toxic xeno blood in his wake. It singed off his electrically charged blade, the poisonous spray unable to reach him in his airlocked powerarmor. The lobotomized grotesque couldn't adapt to the onslaught except to fall back. Its talons and bone spines meant almost nothing to reinforced cerumite armor.

Victor and Sorrow were right there with him, attacking each one from multiple directions with an unspoken and innate sense of coordination. For all their size and strength, the grotesques were getting blasted and hacked to defenseless bags of writhing meat, yet the creatures had no choice but to keep fighting until their masters called them off. But it was already too late for that.

These Dark Eldar scum had been utter fools to attack beings who were immune to fear and blades and poison. They were more than deserving of death after all they have done, deserving nothing less than genocide of their entire race. The horrors Aldaric had witness blatantly begged for it, and he would deliver. The silence of his rage spoke for itself as he and his team dispensed with this latest set of enemies and moved inexorably to the command deck.

Formaroth: Battle for the Throne

@TheDuncanMorgan Ok thanks. I was actually considering running into some of the Anjervine raiders from Windermere, but I didn't know if they had all left by this point. I may involve them yet.

Formaroth: Battle for the Throne

So I did a thing. I believe it's only short due to lack of dialogue, but there's much more to come, trust me. I'm planning on entering into Ralda next, where I am aware a certain heretic is fleeing alongside a sworn protector. I wonder if Lycaon has any recruiters in this area as well?

Formaroth: Battle for the Throne

They say it rains twice in the forest, and Eclipse had known this to be true ever since the days of his childhood. With a welcome rush of pure, clean air, he felt the refreshing sprinkle of crystal clear droplets fall upon him from the wind-rustled leaves above. The storm had passed hours ago, and the light of the sun was once again filtering through the canopy above. As he rode over the trail below, Eclipse inhaled a deep breath that smelt of water and wood, taking it within himself to feed his spirit. He exhaled with a smile. The serenity of nature was joyous.

There was still plenty of daylight left and a good chance that he and his steed could dry out somewhat before they had to make camp for the night. He'd be at Legon Pass soon, if the gradual upward slope of the ground was any indication. Reaching it would provide the advantage of an easy shelter and a dry place for a fire, assuming anything was dry enough to burn by then. Even still, the peak of biting insect season had passed for the year, and the cooler temperatures brought on by a good rain would render them lethargic and few in number. A fire wasn't entirely necessary just yet.

With no one to hear him, Eclipse sighed heavily. He had insisted on traveling alone, so his lack of physical company was entirely his own fault. He had grown used to immersing himself in society, being surrounded by people, his people, and so this sudden silence stood out to him, making him acutely aware of the attention paid to him by the divine. Then he smiled, finding amusement in his own folly, and looked up somewhere above the trees. "Ah, but you are always with me." His voice was soft and reverent as he spoke personally to entities unseen and rededicated himself to his mission.

Legon Pass was a fantastic structure, a quarter mile of road cut through the mountain itself by Dwarven hands in ancient times. It allowed travelers to skip the treacherous elevations above at their worst points, making the journey into Ralda not only possible, but far more quick and efficient. There were several such Dwarven wonders in Thralreth, such as the ancient city of Valandar, who's gates even to this day, have never been opened by human kind. Eclipse had passed Valandar's giant doors upon entering Legon, seeing them on the side of a mountain-cliff high above him to the east, taunting him, as they did to all who glimpsed them from the path below. With the doors remaining impassable, one could only wonder at what treasures lay inside... Gold, jewels, art and artifacts, and Dwarven steel. Thralreth prided itself on having more of that precious metal and those who knew how to work it than any other realm. It was rare, and powerful indeed. Only the most noble houses 'might' have had any, and usually passed it on as a precious heirloom. Eclipse listened to the footfalls of his grey gelding and absentmindedly dropped his left hand posessively over his sword.

Eventually, the path widened, and the trees seemed to fall back where rocky earth took over in their wake. It was here that the reflective knight took pause before the oppressive portion of the ascent began. It was here, that Eclipse's memories still lived. His gaze drifted down to the west of the path where there was a wide clearing. Trees were already growing around the several mounds of rocks and headstones. Legon Pass had a centuries-long history of being contested, even before humans partook in the battles. His steed's nostrils flared as it huffed a few breaths, catching up. Eclipse dismounted and walked over to the area, parting brush with his legs. He came to a large stone, withered text etched deep over its surface, and stopped. "Sir Garwyn, Swordless Knight of Jykher..." The stone read. Eclipse knew this stone, as he knew the man that lay beneath.

"So dedicated you were to Othys and Jykher, brother Garwyn. You were my inspiration." Eclipse knelt and touched the stone, as if knowing so few would ever read it. "In a way, your life ended as my life began. Sisneas has you now. May you rest in peace with all-gods' blessings." A wind blew, making the leaves of he nearby trees rise in a clatter like the sound of a thousand tiny clapping hands. Having made his observance and given his prayer, Eclipse returned to his horse. The light of the lowering sun was turning orange, and he put his mind to getting through to Ralda. From there, he would turn East to Sypius Plains and Nyhem, where the weight of so much chaos awaited him.

The church of Thralreth had been privy to disturbing news from the old capitol. Grand Cleric Mildred was dead, innocent mages were being burned at the stake, and heretics were running rampant, accusing prominent clergy members of corruption and denouncing the church entirely. It was as if the forces of evil itself were sweeping across the land, infecting the people's hearts with malice and hysteria. Nothing had been right ever since the mysterious deaths of the Remonnet royals. Eclipse reflected on the recent past. Long ago, he had left his family and his country to fight under Andrew Manshrew. The man was noble of soul, if not of blood, and although it had been a long time, Eclipse knew him to be honorable and righteous. The fact that Manshrew stood up again now to resist the De Reimers meant something, and Eclipse felt compelled to investigate. Darkness reigned over the people of Formaroth, and only the light of the holy gods could clear their vision. Eclipse felt it was his duty to bring this light in any way he could. Through faith, hope, and mercy, as a Knight of Klebirthy, he would see it done.

Warhammer 40k: Kill-Team Epsilon, a Death=][=Watch RP - Currently closed!

@Jbcool Have we established who is getting killed in this next post? @Andreyich is here, @Zelosse is here, @Hank you are a lying sack of shit. I'm going to post tomorrow, and I personally am tired of writing battle scenes. I will write about someone dying in some horrifying spectacle if I have the go-ahead, just to get it done, but I want to get back to a progressive story where there's actually someone to interact with, some dialogue, and an interesting aftermath to deal with.

JB, can you play for some of the npc's vis a vis our characters (ie my character) directly so I am not simply painting bloody portraits alone in the corner for each fight? I think we are all doing that and we're tired of it. Can I separate from the group or get us past random enemies to the bridge where we might feel like we're at the part that actually matters? Do we discover anything on the way like a massive self-destruct about to go off? Can Captain Roa reach anyone? I feel like we all really need to collab intensely about what we want or this rp is dead right now.

Is there anything I can do that would give someone else an opening to interact? Shout commands? Call for aid? Get separated? Is there anything meaningful about this encounter other than just a few xeno kills? Do we rescue anyone important? Did they blow up our Deathwatch battlecruiser? Can this get personal? I need a pulse to work with.

Formaroth: Battle for the Throne

@Klomster@Ellri @AndrewCooper @PhoenixWhite @Sundered Echo @ZB1996 How comes along your post?

@TheDuncanMorgan

*coughs*

Are We the Bad Guys? - A WH40k RP [Mature]

@agentmanatee I know a lot about word bearers. Make sure your backstory is solid, or it will irk me. :p

I could probably help you after work.

Are We the Bad Guys? - A WH40k RP [Mature]

@Necroes

Formaroth: Battle for the Throne

@Klomster YES!!