Wraithblade6

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

I found this.

For JB

Formaroth: Battle for the Throne

@Kho There is one. I found it digging through the reference link info.

Formaroth: Battle for the Throne

@ZB1996 lol. Yes, I think getting recruited under Lycaon as a holy warrior of the church would be a good start. I'm sure the characters could sway Eclipse to their side, telling him of the heretic and Duncan. Eclipse could possibly run into a few mages in Nyhem, get sent off to Telmarion, assuming the battle would still be going on there. Then, I start throwing plot twists.

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

@Jbcool Thanks for your understanding. You're an excellent gm. I know that player feedback is required to run a good rp, and I'm glad you haven't told me to go fuck myself yet. My trust has grown.

Yes do your thing. It's ok with me if you want to wait to hear back from our other players first.

something something Omniverse

Mithias exhaled long. "You summoned me here, and failed to make your expectations, your 'laws,' clear before you began. Merely calling upon me without my consent is a violation against me in turn, so I say, we are equal.
Now, if it appears I am unfit for this mission, then I am more than willing to leave and commit to disinvolve myself. There is no reason to detain me, kill me, alter me, or otherwise.

If you feel you must know what I have learned, for whatever reason, then I will allow one of you to read my mind for the information. My simply telling you could be lies and it would also be heard by all present and become public knowledge. Do you desire this?"

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

Beware Your Own

The distorted cavern reverberated with the noise of roaring beasts, explosions, the crackle of fire, and the clang of metal against metal. Between the space marines, the intersubstantiating mechanicus, and the ork warlock, the alien menace was once again quickly reduced to pulp and twitching remains. But things could always get worse.

With little time for respite, a feminine voice rang out like a bell from a dark corner in the back, behind more mutants yet unseen. It sounded older, but fierce, a stark contrast to the inhuman screeching and masculine tones Xepherial had grown accustomed to. One might even say it was beautiful. The women's bolters fired and the mutants fell before them as the Order of Our Martyred Lady advanced haughtily into the room. They shouted and gunned down the remaining enemy with admirable efficiency, quickly judging everyone that remained.

In knee-jerk reaction, Xepherial instantly withdrew his bolter, aiming it straight up and away from the Sisters who had suddenly appeared behind his falling targets.

Human.
Human.
Human....

Warnings flared on his interface. It was a pre-programmed safety protocol, he could not fire in the direction of vulnerable, human allies. "A-Allies?" Xepherial mentally stammered. He stood stunned for a moment. He had never seen allies like this, bald, warrior women, clearly with Imperial equipment and markings all over them. Confused as he was, he was pleased to see the ladies finally getting their time out in battle. Why it only took ten thousand years... He dared to feel a spark of hope and pride in that brief moment before things went terribly wrong.

As a unit, the fanatical women suddenly all opened fire at the ancient Third legioner with unprecedented rage. Xeph was shocked. Target-locks came to life in front of Xepherial as his powerarmor's machine spirit tried to read his own spirit through the black carapace, but each box-shaped lock turned red as his armor's cogitator spammed,

Human. Target-abort.
Target-abort.
Target-abort.
Target-abort....

He couldn't bring himself to override the safety. These were women! Human women! He simply couldn't fire at them! Whole seconds ticked by while he was utterly useless and Vedius flew over a bulkhead to take cover. A hail of bullets followed the son of Fulgrim, many having made impact against his armor before he was clear. There was no telling if the purple guardian was significantly damaged, but Xepherial calculated it was unlikely. The real question was why in the Emperor's name did the Imperials immediately fire at him? Time slowed down as Xepherial watched Sororitas barrels re-direct in his direction, and suddenly, his memories came back and put it together. He made a devastating realization.

His own kind taking aim at him... The sight of it triggered the resurgence of a horrifying memory, one that he had suppressed ever since his awakening on a foreign world eons later. But it was still there. He was on Caliban. The planet was being bombarded and invaded by the Terran-born Dark Angels. The Emperor had been critically injured by Horus, and news had it that many of the noble Astartes had forsaken their vows and turned traitor. Whole chapters and their primarchs had gone over to the chaotic forces, others were ripping themselves apart with civil war, and the First Legion was apparently no exception. Fear and chaos reigned, and all trust was broken. Xepherial had fired upon them, his own brethren, although he had to force himself to do so at first. Seeing them in their cracked and worn armor as they attacked their Calibanite brothers, their confidence and ferocity, was both an inspiration and a painful reminder of his own wasted decades in exile. It felt wrong, but he hated them, the ones that fought in the crusade. In truth, the Calibanite forces were nothing compared to these true, veteran Dark Angels, and the shameful fact was, Xepherial and his brothers were desperately fighting to survive. Luther said El'Johnson and his army were the ones who were traitors. THEY were the ones who had failed and deserved to die. Xepherial hadn't had the strength nor the time to properly question it then, but now, as he was once again under Imperial bolterfire, he knew. This is why the women had fired upon Vedius and why they now turned their weapons against him. Xepherial was on the wrong side of that same ten thousand year old war. The Emperor's Children had been among the traitors, and now he realized, so was he. "Beware your own." He recalled the prophecy, and it all made sense.

Quickly, without so much thought as instinct, Xepherial raised his hands and tried to communicate. "Stop! Hold your fire." His voice sounded static and mechanical through the grill of his helm. The Sisters didn't even hesitate. He may as well have been a target-dummy for all the good it did him. Drawing in, he hunched and shielded himself behind his large pauldron as several explosive rounds slammed home in answer, knocking him several steps back. The alerts and warnings he had silenced since his long fall and impalement flared back to life, indicating structural damage. He had to take cover, now, but it was too late. A blast rocked against his right shoulder and twisted him back, wrenching on his torso. The following shot found deadly purchase in the open wound on his side, blasting shrapnel into his abdomen and burning the flesh against the inside of his armor.

Blinding pain seized Xepherial and he was on his back in the blink of an eye. He was bleeding out. Smoke rose from his blasted plate. He was dying. The machinespirit of his armor flicked on a terminal distress signal, a small beacon that was intended to guide his brothers to his corpse after his death. Xepherial gasped in the clutches of agony. "...wrong side of the war." He rasped. "My brothers..." Oh how he wanted to find them, to return to them, to right all these sorrowful wrongs, but it didn't look like he would get the chance. Some sanity yet clung to him. Why the hell had he been shot? He wasn't hostile. Had it been so long that humans had lost all reason?? He laid against the unyielding, slanted floor, unable to feel his legs as his mind whirred. Regret stabbed at him more deeply than any of his injuries, but what was it going to matter?

something something Omniverse

So there are three options? I thought we had to pick pro-destruction or anti-destruction?

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

Ok. So we all need to run off in the same direction. That can be managed, but...

The direction we're going to be running to, is it toward that beacon we've all been sensing? Is the Beacon behind the closed massive doors? Can the massive closed doors be opened by any means that one of us could immedi-fucking-ately see while we're all running for our lives?

These are things I must know to properly act.

Also, are these Sisters going to shoot at a black techmarine Dark Angel? I mean, he's the wrong color, but there's probably bad lighting in here, and his servo-arms probably look a lot like tentacles. >>

I'ma say yes.

something something Omniverse

Mithias looked away from his display orb, having seen enough. "For your information..." Began the unimpressed immortal once all accusations had flown. "The Imperium of Man didn't fail, it was attacked, and even the resultant damage failed to destroy it. What you blithely see as civil war was ultimately orchestrated by outside forces, something that could easily happen again, Necron." Mithias waved his floating orb away. "And this detailed information you so rapidly flash before our eyes is slanted and manipulative. You leave out critical time periods and distort the Y-axis to make your claims look believable." Mithias scoffed. "You vastly underestimate the minds of the champions your council has summoned here." Of course, he said nothing of the giant lizard dude who was totally buying into all of it. He looked around at his eclectic compatriots, then went on. "The Emperor did it better my friend. He accounted for problems that your infantile empire would be fraught with, but even still, I have not yet chosen a side."

Mithias looked back to his accuser. "It has not escaped my, or several others', notice that you move quickly to eliminate me as soon as you identify a potential opponent. You have no grounds for accusation, for I was summoned to this meeting, not of my own will, and I can no more be damned for using my third eye as a flying creature can be damned for using its wings." Mithias had no idea how the Silent King knew he had telepathy, but it was obvious he did. "Still, if you insist, then I motion to be pardoned, or for any trial to be postponed in light of wartime emergency and the apparent, immediate need for my service. In other words, we don't have time for your games, Necron."

Some new being with an eyepatch suddenly materialized and joined the council members. Mithias casually regarded her and said nothing of it.

"Council Member Oswald." Mithias had read his name from his mind and admitted it. "You say we are to chose a side in this interstellar species war, yet I say to you, why? What gives us the right to decide who is to live and die and what species is most fit to survive? Why should we deprive natural selection from taking its course among the stars? If these worlds bear the capacity to defend themselves, then why not allow them to do so? If the Silent King can take them, then they should be his."

ENTER THE ORDO: A Dark Heresy/40k Roleplay

@Marshall *cough*