Wraithblade6

ENTER THE ORDO: A Dark Heresy/40k Roleplay

For an rp that just started, this is moving very slow.

In the Emperor's name we shall not falter! (A warhammer 40k roleplay. Featuring space marines!)

Well, other than the roadsign paint job, I'm ok with it. I'll play a regular, a former Raven Guard who elected to join.

something something Omniverse

@thewizardguy@supertinyking@kishin asura

Mithias stood silent for a long while, even until after the Silent King finally sat back down. He didn't need to look at the orb or speak to anyone any longer. He watched the Necron Lord, saying nothing, his face the placid gaze of a venerated elder, wisened and detached, yet a storm brewed behind the human facade. Only his hesitation belied the struggle within, how he fought to hold tight the seal that kept his emotions hidden.

The words of the once-mortal demon of justice rose again in his mind, leveling at him like a loaded gun, testing his resolve. "...or you can side with Tall, Silent and Silver, and have everyone you love put under his shiny metal thumb..." Then, reluctantly, Mithias realized what he had to do.

Giving no indication as to which way he had sided, Mithias took his gaze off the Silent King and addressed the council. "I must go to my homeworld immediately. Please provide me the transport." He took the black infosphere in his grasp, intending to leave with it. It would be necessary as evidence of his claims, whichever way his world went. 36 hours was very little time.

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

I'll be waiting for us to get inside the doors at this point. Thanks for picking my char up, @Necroes.

ENTER THE ORDO: A Dark Heresy/40k Roleplay

Well, enjoy my grovelling patheticness.

ENTER THE ORDO: A Dark Heresy/40k Roleplay

The young lad trembled as he gripped his staff for support. He felt like he was going to go down again. "Help me?" He pleaded in meek desperation to those beside him, not knowing if the old man or the smaller red-robed mechanicus woman would be able to help him stand, or if he even had the right to ask.

Markus flinched as the guardsman spoke the word, "Psyker." It was true, and it made him something less than human. He wondered if the people beside him would simply drop him and walk away as soon as they realized... He was one of those dangerous witches, a pox upon the species that should simply be given the Emperor's peace. He looked up, looking away again as his eyes hurt. All he could think was that he had endured some kind of psychic attack from this man, and this this man wasn't normal.

It was already too late to deny the accusation. Markus was too young and stupid to be at all a good liar, and his face had already confessed. "I'm... trained." He quickly tried to justify his existence and put their fears to rest. Speaking taxed what little energy he had so far recovered, and so it was slow. "I've been trained only in how to serve the Imperium. I cannot cause you any harm. Please, let me go. I need to reach the elevator. I have... duty. It's important." Markus made no attempt to contest. Truly, he was pathetic.

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

@Necroes And I am kinda waiting on your post as well. <3

something something Omniverse

The tension in the room abated to a tolerable degree as the harmless breach of conduct was dismissed. Mithias stood silent, frowning slightly as he mused. The situation was thus: that the Silent King was unavoidably going to attack their several worlds, in their several respective universes, Oswald offered his support in resisting this takeover, and the cyclopean women was somewhere in the middle with an army of robots in service to her corporation. The remade and redeemed representative of humanity didn't like being brought into the middle of this. It didn't feel like the choice belonged to him in the first place. He inwardly sympathized with the mad god who curled up into a ball on the floor nearby. The choice was whether or not to enlist the aid of this alien 'demon of good' and fight, or to encourage his world, who would be entirely unprepared to defend itself in merely 36 hours, to surrender. The burden of decision was annoying.

Mithias telkinetically reached for an infosphere again, a power his Necron host probably also detected, yet the black floating orb came to him. The rest spoke amongst themselves behind him as he scrolled through charts and plans. His sharp yellow eyes scrutinized in detail, his mind hiding his conclusions in a black void as he panned around, running searches. He shifted his weight to one leg and crossed his arms across his chest, bringing a hand to his lips deep in thought.

To side with Oswald, presuming he could win, was to defend his people from an outside invader, to give them the chance to keep their freedom. Humans, and vampires, would continue to evolve and shape their own destiny as a species, but it was also to let them continue to struggle against each other, to fall prey to their own weaknesses and to suffer needlessly against powers they could not control for potentially eternity. "...would I actually choose chaos?" Mithais mused to himself with a furrowed brow as he stared at the screens. He ran a hand through his hair, as he always did when he was unsettled. The Necron DID have the technology to shut out the immaterium, and had a very strong chance of completely cutting it out of real existence. The human Emperor of that dimension would have done the very same. As for his personal, original world, Necron rule would end the war between the species, humans and vampires, allowing both to survive under new management. But the price would be a loss of autonomy, a loss of identity. Life itself is defined by struggle and pain. Would these conquered species merely be living as pets?? Mithias wanted to pace, but he held himself in place. ...or would they become one with the new Empire, loyal subjects, ordered, proud? Mithais asked himself, was he ready to choose evil?

After some time, Mithais turns back to the Necron King and addresses him. "I couldn't find what I was looking for. I wanted to see your mission statement. Tell me, Silent King. Why do you do this? Why 'gift' this order and technology to other species? Do you love them? Do you simply hate the spread of chaos so much? Or do you merely seek domination to its fullest to satisfy some outdated and futile code written into your metallic mind? Why is it that your particular empire must come to be?" This was truly the crux of the matter. Mithais had stated previously that the Necron lord was not worthy, could not be worthy, for the task he intended. Everything now depended on what he would say in response.

In the Emperor's name We shall not falter

I'd be up for company captain, maybe first company, since we're new. I could alternatively play a random, maybe a techmarine, but I'm not flamboyant enough to sell the role of reclusiarch or master of the forge. I'm gonna pass Librarian to someone who really wants it. IMO the warp can suck it.

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

@agentmanatee

@BCTheEntity is currently working on a post. I know this, because I'm specifically waiting for it.