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 Lady Meinloka Square, Capital Spire. Thousands of Ghibelline’s elite are gathered here today to witness the parade of the five kingdoms. The Grand Game, born out of the civil war between Guelph and Ghibelline, exists for each of the kingdoms to prove that their warriors are the best and to secure the missing vote of the lost kingdom for the next 6 years. In addition, with the addition of daemon engines and auxilaries to the game, the Grand Game has become a showcase for various warbands across the vortex and smiths to demonstrate their force of arms to all under the eyes of the four. Even as you disembarked, transported to Ghibelline by only the finest of Q’Sals golden ships, the celebration is well underway. The streets, everywhere you look, are lined with the finest and most exotic foods, drinks, drugs, and music. Every door is open to all and nothing is forbidden. For the simple minded heretic, it would be enough to get lost in the streets but for those who walk the path of glory, this display is not enough to distract you from your goals. For each of you, the invitation to the Grand Game represents something else entirely. For the Fallen Angel Julius Dominatus, it is enough to make a pilgrimage to this world of pleasure and excess to see for himself Ghibelline sonic weapons in action. And perhaps to participate in the games? Your invitation comes from the lord of the Kingdom of Ghiblisi, home of the Libertine Council this year and where it is said the Emperor Beneus the IVth has chosen to enjoy this years festivities. For the Plague Marine Ciphrian the Inevitable, your invitation was secured through the efforts of the Q’Sal delegation. Officially you attend the game as one of the potential auxiliaries available to either of the 5 kingdoms during the course of the game. However you come to investigate the lost kingdom of Gnosi. The Magister Immaterial whom you’ve brokered this deal with, Vularai, seeks to recover an arcane artifact. Transportation to Ghibelline was your payment up front, whatever you pillage from the lost Forge is yours to keep. So long as you retrieve the artifact, Vularai cares not. For the Iron Warrior Perillos the Soul-Smith, the kingdom of Ibiza seeks your aid in creating machines of war to gain an advantage in the Games. In return for the forging of 6 Daemon Engines, they will give you leave to send an expedition to Gnosi so that you may plunder the lost Forge for the secrets within. On Ghibelline, the masses are implanted with a sensorium tied directly to the ruling Meinloka clan member. As the noble feels extreme emotion, it passes from them to the masses wherever they are on the planet, albiet in a weaker state. They say that the Meinloka clan rules so successfully precisely because they tie their people to them in a way none other can. And so Anastasia the Magnificent, you come to Ghibelline to seek counsel with the Meinloka clan or anyone you can find that has a working knowledge of this. For surely they have heard of the artifact you seek. Hosting the Grand Games this year is the acclaimed nobleman Caesar Meinloka. Having underwent numerous rejuvenat treatment, this is the 60th Grand Game he has hosted. Joining him is the Master of Ceremonies, Dolor Aethir. Only you and the Gods know why you have decided to preach your gospel on Ghibelline. Nevertheless you’ve earned some renown and notoriety and are tolerated because of the one thing you give those pressed into the games and on the world: Hope. One more actor to this galactic stage has yet to be revealed. A most unexpected player indeed. For the Cleric of the Blood God, Victoria, her reasons for coming to Ghibelline is simple. To bring the only truth in the galaxy worth recalling to a blighted people. You have been sponsored by agents of the Pit-Lord on Guelph. He ensured your passage to Ghibelline for a simple price. The extermination of all on the world, that they may reclaim their rightful home. All of you are gathered in the City Square today to witness the parade..all but one. Introduce yourselves to eachother.. except Victoria Please post character sheets as well. Victoria Being smuggled onto the planet was not an easy task for the agents of the one world in the vortex which is hated utterly by the Ghibelline. Drugged and packed in a cargo container full of feral Orcs from Berin, you awaken on top of a Orc boy who also seems to be incapacitated in a similar state as you. And boy are you pissed. This is basically you right now Oh yeah post a combat block Viva Miriya fucked around with this message at 02:52 on Apr 13, 2015 |
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 Dolor Atheir, Apostle of Regret "Revellers and supplicants of the galaxy, in the name of our host Caesar Meinloka, I welcome you. Today you will receive a taste, the barest glimpse of the carnival that will befall this world. Rejoice! Make merry and let the celebrations begin, that we may please the Prince of Pleasure himself! Let the anticipation build within, let your imaginations run wild and know with certainty that even your wildest fantasies will be exceeded. Honor the players who perform for us! Honor our host, the Great Caesar! Give praise and sacrifice to the Whispering Goddess Slaanesh, for the Grand Games have come again!" He raises his dual badges of office, his blackened Crozius in one hand and a Scepter bearing the symbol of Slaanesh in the other... Charm Test Target Number: 70(cha) + 20(charm) + 20(Unholy Icon) = 110 Roll: http://orokos.com/roll/273997 - 78 Infamy Reroll: http://orokos.com/roll/273998 -19 Final: 110 - 19 = 91 = 9 Degrees of Success + 1 Dark Apostle = 10 Degrees of Success Effect: 7 Fellowship Bonus x 100 Demagogue x 10 Dark Apostle x 10 Degrees of Success = 70,000 people affected His speech done, he lifts himself from the alter effortlessly, his opalescent wings appearing to not even move - the wings and his magnificent horns both testaments to Great Slaanesh's favor. He sees a grouping of fellow Marines and hovers down to them, bowing his head in respect to his fellows, "Greetings to you all. I am Dolor Atheir, Master of Ceremonies for this Grand Game. Are you here as participants, revellers, or perhaps both? Truly blessed are these games to have attracted such an exalted company." quote:Character ProfessorCurly fucked around with this message at 14:36 on May 19, 2015 |
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Julius Dominatus, Fallen Blood Angel As soon as he exits the craft from Q'sal, Julius removes his helmet and secures it at his side. As a warrior, Julius was usually not one to remove his helmet and the protection it provides, not to mention the extra sensations from the helmet's auto-senses, but here Julius knew what he was getting into. For better or worse Slaanesh had blessed him with a face that shares but a glimpse of His own, and being on a world full of the Prince of Pleasure's devotees, having such a face would do him wonders. Julius himself was never fond of the face; the Prince of Pleasure's obsession with androgyny was not an interest shared by the Havoc. Luckily, the face is usually described as one that shares the best attributes of Sanguinus and Fulgrim, making it a face that causes those who view it that are aligned with Slaanesh to weep with joy. Astartes tend to stick out wherever they go. An astartes with the Face of a primarch, the armor of a loyalist, and enough heavy weaponry on his back to make an Imperial Guard Firing line jealous sticks out more so. Ignoring his lessers, Julius makes his way to Lady Meinloka Square, just in time to hear some Child of Lorgar prattle on about the "sensory experiences" that mortal followers of Slaanesh find so essential to their state of being. Julius was not impressed by his little speech, though thankful it is short. As the Dark Apostle descends to his level, Julius gives a nod before speaking. The voice of the Slaaneshi Havoc could not differ any more than the beautiful facade that projects it. The voice is gravely, and besides that earthy quality, there is the sound of the most deepest growl beneath it; as if a fel creature is repeating every word he says a fraction of a second behind him, "Greetings to you Dolor. My interests lie with the sonic weaponry your master's world is greatly known for. I wish to see if any are worth adding to my armory." The Havoc's armory looks rather comical. That the Marine could carry a bolter, bolt pistol, combat knife, plasma pistol, heavy bolter, heavy flamer, reaper auto cannon, and sonic blaster was a testament to his dedication to warefare. "What would be best is the ability to test fire some of such weapons, though I would settle for a showcase arena match showing them in action." pre:NAME: ARCHETYPE: Veteran of the Long War PRIDE: foresight DISGRACE: Destruction MOTIVATION: Legacy Weapon Skill: 40= (30+10 Ballistic Skill: 51= (30+16+5[arch] Strength: 43= (30+13 Toughness: 42= (30+12 Agility: 45= (30+15 Intelligence: 39= (30+13-4[legacy] Perception: 51= (30+16+5[pride] Willpower: 49= (30+14+5[arch] Fellowship: 30= (30+9-5[pride]-4[disgrace] Wounds: 18 Infamy: 41=15+22+2[disgrace]+2[legacy] Corruption: =25 Skills: Athletics Awareness +10 common lore (war, Adeptus arbites) Dodge +10 Forbidden Lore (adeptus astartes, the horus heresy, the long war, Mutants, warp) Intimidation +10 Linquistics (low gothic) Navigate (surface) Operate (surface) Parry Scholsatic lore (Tactica Imperialis) Survival Talents: Ambidextrous Ancient Warrior Bulging biceps Disturbing voice Enemy (Adeptus Astartes) legion weapon training Exotic weapon training [sonic blaster](per Mandozer house rule) Hatred (Adeptus astartes, Imperial Guard, Khorne worshipers) Heightened senses (hearing, sight) Jaded Nerves of steel Peer (traitor legions, warlords, mortal followers of Slaanesh) quick draw Rapid reload Resistance (cold, heat, poisons) unarmed warrior Unshakable will Traits: Amphibious Unnatural Strength (+4) Unnatural Toughness (+4) Fear (2) Special Ability: Intoxicating uproar: The more people at the party, the better Abhorrence unchained: good stuff for killing folks I hate Equipment: Legion power armor -scavenged reconstruction -sustainable power source -Autosenses -Enhanced ceremite plating Legion bolter -4mags Legion bolt Pistol -2 mags Legion combat knife Legion frag-1 Legion krak-1 Trophy Rack Sonic Blaster Acquisitions: Legion Heavy bolter (Extremely rare to very from Ancient Warrior, singe acq to -10) Reaper autocannon (same as HB) Legion Heavy flamer w/ extended mag (very rare -20, AW to rare -10, single ACQ, +0, upgrade -10) Legion plasma pistol w/ red dot (same as heavy flamer) Alignment: Slaanesh Gifts and mutations: Face of Slaanesh Advances: 4350/4500 Veteran of the Long War 3600 combat sense 250 hatred (Khorne Worshipers) 500 Werix fucked around with this message at 00:46 on Apr 13, 2015 |
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Ciphrian the Inevitable As the Golden Ship bearing Ciphrian lowers its ramp, there is a visible outrush of heat, insects, and foul vapors from within as the pressure seal breaks. A few seconds after the ramp hits the ground, the massive Plague Marine emerges, turning half-sideways and ducking slightly to fit out of the craft. It hadn't been any less claustrophobic inside; he might be on a mission for a Magister Immaterial, but Tzeentchi were never overly hospitable to a Nurglite, even one working for them. Ciphrian didn't mind; it would take months to disinfect the craft if they ever wanted to use it again. Perhaps they hadn't been expecting him to be as infectious as most of his kin, given that his power armor had twisted and fused with his frame rather than bursting apart to reveal the underlying flesh like so many other Plague Marines' suits. It didn't matter; he bore the Mark. Diseases and filth bled off him in waves, and you could tell where he had been standing during the trip by the rusted footprints he left behind. He hoped the ship's owner would enjoy the hives of botflies. Straightening up to his full height, towering over a typical Astartes, Ciphrian scanned the surrounding chaos of the Great Game for a few moments. There were plenty of onlookers gaping at him; Plague Marines probably weren't among the most common visitors to Ghibelline. Chuckling, he then proceeded slowly down the ramp, wheezing heavily through the massive filter on his helmet. He didn't need to breathe and he wasn't as slow as he might look, but if anyone was sizing up the competition, what they didn't know could help him hurt them later. Listening to Dolor's little speech, Ciphrian quietly thanked Nurgle for the gift of eternal patience. If there were any Khornates around, he would have expected them to start butchering the crowd around the fifth word. After the Apostle descends to their level, Ciphrian waits for Julius to finish speaking before introducing himself, his voice the booming, jovial baritone that most Nurglites were blessed with. "And greetings to you, Dolor Atheir! I am Ciphrian the Inevitable, and I am sure you know who I serve. Alas, I fear the revels hold little interest for me, and I doubt that the average citizen could survive long in my presence anyway. I am, shall we say, between warbands at the moment; I seek to test my skill against champions from across the Vortex in the hopes of gaining the eye of a worthy warlord." Ciphrian grinned behind the passionless gaze of his helmet, or at least twisted what was left of his face in a manner that felt like a grin (it had been several hundred years since he cared to remove the helmet, and frankly at this point he wasn't sure he could). From what he understood, the Isle of Gnosi was something of a touchy subject among the remaining kingdoms, and he wasn't going to go around making his true intentions too obvious. Glancing to the Marine who had just spoken, Ciphrian adds, "Ah, is that the symbol of the Blood Angels? I remember them from the Siege of Terra; mighty warriors indeed. I think I still have a few pieces of bolter shrapnel and chainsword teeth from them in me somewhere. Some of our brethren might grow enraged at such a reminder of past foes and past failures, but I am glad to see any and all join us in worship of Powers worth serving." pre:Name: Ciphrian the Inevitable Archetype: Plague Marine Alignment: Nurgle Pride: Wealth Disgrace: Destruction Motivation: Nihilism Characteristics: WS: 46 BS: 52 S: 42 T: 61 Agi: 32 Int: 41 Per: 43 WP: 40 Fel: 29 Wounds: 28/28 Infamy: 41 IP: 4/4 CP: 30 Skills: Athletics Awareness +10 Common Lore (Screaming Vortex, War) Dodge Forbidden Lore (Adeptus Astartes, The Horus Heresy, The Long War, Daemonology) Intimidate +10 Linguistics (Low Gothic) Medicae Navigate (Surface) Operate (Surface) Parry +10 Tech-Use Talents: Ancient Warrior Ambidextrous Blind Fighting Bolter Drill Bulging Biceps Deadeye Shot Exotic Weapon Training (Plague Knife) Fearless Hardy Heightened Senses (Hearing, Sight) Hip Shooting Iron Jaw Legion Weapon Training Nerves of Steel Quick Draw Rapid Reload Resistance (Heat, Cold, Poisons) Sprint Unarmed Warrior Traits/Mutations/Abilities Amphibious Unnatural Strength (+4) Unnatural Toughness (+5) Size 6 (Enormous) Stuff of Nightmares Corpulent Immensity Mark of Nurgle Abominable Physiology: Never suffers Damage or other negative effects from Diseases, poisons, or the Toxic Quality unless he chooses to. He can still be infected by Diseases as normal, and can spread them to others. Hideous Resilience: As a Reaction, a Plague Marine may make a Difficult (–10) Toughness Test. If he succeeds, reduce the Damage from the next hit he suffers before the beginning of his next Turn by 1 per Degree of Success scored on the Test. If he reduces the Damage to 0 this way, he gains the Fear (1) Trait to the foe whose attack he so easily withstood. Infectious Miasma: A Plague Marine may spend an Infamy point to release the swarms of bloat-flies, corpse-gases, and other vile contagions housed within his bloated frame. For the next 1d5+1 Rounds, at the start of the Plague Marine’s Turn, each other character within 10 metres of the Plague Marine suffers a single hit for 1d10 Energy Damage with the Toxic Quality, ignoring armour that is not environmentally sealed. Cybernetics/Gear: BC Bionic Legs: +2 TB to leg hits, +20 Athletics to jump/leap, Sprint. 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Victoria, Priestess of the Blood God The 'demon is in the details' as they say, if Victoria ever found those Gulban agents that arranged this little ride she was going to give them a first hand tour of their own entrails. She notes with disgust the xenos filth all around her. Grabbing her throbbing head with the hand that still has fingers on it and with the other slams the nearest hard surface as the chains roar. "I'm not locked in here with you, YOU'RE LOCKED IN HERE WITH ME." I'm assume I'm busting out? pre:WS BS STR TOU AGI INT PER WIL FEL 48 31 51(61) 40 31 30 40 40 58 Forcefield: P.quality Conversion field, 50 trigger, 1-15 fritz Weapons: B.Quality Flesh Fused chainhammer 2d10+11 R 4 Concussive (2), Tearing, Unwieldy 20kg +10WS Plasma Pistol w noxious discharge+maglock 40m S/2/– 1d10+7E Pen 8 Clip 10 Reload 3 Full, Maximal, Overheats B.Quality Sword 1d10+6 +10WS Laspistol Wounds: 11 Infamy Points: 4 Corruption: 25 Armor: 7 all Relevant Skills: Awareness (+10 from p.armor) Athletics Dodge Parry+10 pre:Race: Human Archetype: Apostate Pride: Charm Disgrace: Deceit Motivation: Perfection Experience: 300/5750 Characteristics: WS 48=38+10XP BS 31=34-3perfection Str 51=36+15XP Tou 40=35+5XP Agi 31 Int 30=33-3perfection Wil 40=35+5XP Per 40=34-4Deceit+10exp Fel 58=43+5apostate+5charm+5perfection Inf 45=40+5orks Wounds: 11 Infamy Points: 4 Corruption: 27=25+2orks Skills: Athletics Awareness Charm+10 Command Common Lore (Screaming Vortex, War) Deceive Dodge Forbidden Lore (Heresy, Xenos, Mutants) Inquiry+10 Intimidate Linguistics (Low Gothic) Medicae Scrutiny Parry+10 Scholastic Lore (Occult, Philosophy, Tactica Imperialis) Stealth Trade (Armorer) Talents: Air of Authority Hatred (Slavers,Everything) Enemy(Everything) Inspire Wrath Jaded Peer (Slaves and Scum) Polyglot Radiant Presence Step Aside Total Recall Unshakeable Will Weapon Training (Las, SP, Primary, Chain) Traits: Quick And The Dead Serpent's Tongue Mutations: Flesh Fused chainhammer 2d10+12 (+6base+1b.q.+5(6)sb) R 4 Concussive (2), Tearing, Unweildy 20kg +10WS Purity of Agression Abilities: SERPENT’S TONGUE The Apostate is a master of infiltration, deception, and seduction, allowing him to ingratiate himself with organizations who would normally kill him on sight. Once per game session, the Apostate may make a Challenging Charm or Deceive Test to gain the Peer Talent with one organization of his choice for the remainder of the session. If the Apostate has a Fellowship of 55 or higher, he can gain the Peer (2) Talent for a chosen organization instead. Gear: Good-Craftsmanship Laspistol+2clips Best Craftsmanship Sword Mesh Armour Chaos symbol pendant Unholy tomes Acquisition 1: Light Power Armor with 5, careful maintenance (all subsystems active) Acquisition 2: Chain Hammer Acquisition 3: Poor Quality Conversion Field Acquisition 4: Plasma Pistol w Maglock+Noxious Discharge. pre:Khorne: 7 Nurgle: 2 Slaanesh: 0 Tzeentch: 2 Exp purchases: WS+5 250 WS+10 500 Per+5 250 Per+10 500 Str+5 100 Str+10 250 Str+15 500 Tou+5 250 Wil+5 250 Athletics 100 Parry+10 200 Medicae 200 Parry 100 WT Plasma 250 WT Chain 250 Jaded 250 Step Aside 750 Scrutiny 250 Chargen Reroll Lowest Infamy Wounds Power Armor customization Ronwayne fucked around with this message at 06:44 on May 18, 2015 |
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Anastasia the Magnificent Anastasia steps out of the golden ship and does her best to contain both her excitement and her wonder. Ghibelline was even more marvelous than she had dared imagine, unsurprising given Slaanesh's love of decadence. She gives herself a few steps with her helmet on to allow her eyes to soak in as much as possible before she reaches up and disengages the seals. It wouldn't do for her to be seen gaping at the surroundings like a tourist. Such behavior, if noticed, seemed almost certain to mark her as easy prey. Her mask comes up to her face as she stows her helmet and she take a deep breath. The spice of perfume in the air and the sheer noise was exhilarating. She hears, above the din, a rather rousing speech by a Space Marine. And already, good luck! The massive marine floats down to her level and address the small group she had followed off of the ship. His wings were so similar to hers and he carried a scepter with Slaanesh's icon emblazoned upon it. She inclines her head, unsure of exactly how to show proper respect, but determined nonetheless to make a good impression. She waits as a bizarrely attractive marine festooned with weaponry greets the newcomer. Unsurprisingly, she supposed, he was interested in acquiring new weapons. "Greeting Master of Ceremonies and Lord Dominatus. I am Anastasia and I am very pleased to have the privilege to attend The Game. I had hoped to be granted an audience with great clan Meinloka. Could you assist me?" pre:Name: Anastasia the Magnificent Archetype: Psyker Pride: Grace Disgrace: Deceit Motivation: Perfection WS 53 (43 + 5 (motiv.) + 5) BS 32 (37 – 5 (pride)) S 33 T 42 AG 44 (39 + 5 (pride)) INT 30 (33 – 3 (motiv.)) PER 30 (37 – 4 (disgrace – 3 (motiv.)) WP 56 (41 + 5(archetype + 10)) FEL 49 (39 + 10) INF 41 (39 + 2 (disgrace)) Stats: http://orokos.com/roll/272575 Inf: http://orokos.com/roll/272578 Wounds: http://orokos.com/roll/272579 Wounds 10/10 Corruption: 26 (http://orokos.com/roll/272583) Skills Acrobatics Awareness Common Lore (Screaming Vortex, Imperium) Charm Deceive +10 Dodge +20 Forbidden Lore (Psykers) Interrogation Linguistics (Low Gothic) Operate (Aeronautica) Psyniscience Trade (Chymist) Talents Excessive Wealth Jaded Psy Rating (4) Raptor Swift Attack Warp Sense Weapon Training (Primary, Las) Traits Psyker Quick and the Dead Psychic Powers 500/500xp spent Thought Sending Mind Link Mind Over Matter Precognition Telekinetic Shield Delude Warptime Inspire Equipment BQ Light Power Armor (Power Supply Tampering, Sustainable Power, Osmostic Gill Life Support, Auto Senses) BQ Jump Pack Beguiling Gem Tarnor Mimic Mask CC Laspistol CC Neural Whip Flak Cloak Psy-focus Dataslate w/ Arcane Lore Gifts Daemon Force Sword (Binding Strength 2, Willpower 44, Vicious, Envenomed) Winged XP 5500/5500 Willpower +10 750 Fellowship +10 350 Weapon Skill +5 250 Dodge +10 200 Dodge +20 400 Charm 100 Deceive +10 200 Operate (Aeronautica) 200 Raptor 250 Acrobatics 100 Psy Rating (4) 750 Telekinetic Shield 200 Delude 100 Warptime 400 Interrogation 200 Swift Attack 750 Excessive Wealth 200 Inspire 100 Alignment: SLAANESH Khorne 1 Nurgle Slaanesh 7 Tzeentch 2 pre:WS BS S T Ag Int Per WP Fel
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Julius Dominatus, Fallen Blood Angel Julius' face, always twisted in a half smile, turns to address the Plague Marine, "I did forget my name, didn't I? I am Julius Dominatus, Blood Angel, as you rightly guessed by my armor. I too was at the siege of Terra. If you are lucky, some of those bolter fragments might be my own. I sent quite a bit of Death Guard to their graves that day. Even your diseased bodies could not withstand one thousand yards of autocannons and heavy bolters. Why your primarch always insisted on just footing it across the battlefield baffles me to this day."
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Victoria Its a bit awkward to get the swing you want but somehow you pull it off in these close quarters. The nearest boy screams in agony as you bash him in the guts then rip them out, chain teeth still whirring. Blood and gore make the metal floor in front of you slick as gently caress. A ork nob shouts out to the back "OYY ONE OF U BOYZ BETTER SHUT THAT GIT UP!" One of the other ork boys, risen from his slumber lifts his choppa and looks to his left wiping the cold out of his eyes and is flash blinded by looking directly at the Plasma Pistol Victoria wields as she uses it to execute the wounded Ork. "AHHH MY EYES BOSS I CAN'T SEE" screams said ork as another shouts out "BOSS ITS ONE OF THOSE SPIKEY HUMIES IN THE RED!" You smash that ork who told on you with your hammer arm and make him drop his choppa as you pulverize the limb and blast him in the face. The ork goes flying back, his legs moving front and back as if he was running with the rest of him on fire. "WUZ DAT SMELL, IM BURNING WAAAGGGGH!!!!!!!! WAAAAAGGGHHH!" Screams an ork as he runs forward towards you in a panic and slips on the bloodslicked floor. Which doesn't quit put him out but dampens the flames, cause there is ALOT of blood. Two more orks follow suit quite hilariously  So you are in a cargo container with 1 Nob and a bunch of boys. The Orks in the middle of the rez (Blood slicked section) are on fire. The Middle Ork and the Ork on your right have taken 1 and 2 points of damage respectively. The ork on the left, though smoldering, appears to have taken no damage. ENJOY! Viva Miriya fucked around with this message at 06:41 on Apr 13, 2015 |
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Dolor Atheir, Apostle of Regret "Two veterans of Terra? Truly an ancient assemblage are we then. Unfortunately, I was unable to be there in that moment of greatest, glorious conflict. A recreation of the Siege is on the agenda in fact - A Dreadnought of our loyalist kin has been captured, and will be serving as an Imperial Titan, if the prospect interests you." he says, directed mostly at the Death Guard. He turns toward the Blood Angel, "Acquiring any sort of weaponry should not be difficult. Merchants and traders often bring their wares to the games so that they might be seen and evaluated. However, I have not had cause to peruse these sorts of things in many decades. Then a new voice breaks through and he turns toward it slowly, looking down at the small figure. Thirty thousand years of experience in the Eternal War stood before her, and yet she approached with a request on her tongue. Brave, certainly. He noted her wings, and... hmmm. Could that be a... "Anastasia... I am afraid it is not my business to arrange meetings with our esteemed Hosts. However I might be able to put a word in for you. What might your business be with them?"
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Victoria, Priestess of the Blood God "Sod off greenskin! I ain't here to talk with livestock." draws her blade and keeps it pointed at the greenskin swarm while with her (literal) hand weapon smashes she door she's next to repeatedly. Half action drawing my bq sword to parry if I'm attacked (at tn 68), other action is punching and ripping door until it opens. pre:WS BS STR TOU AGI INT PER WIL FEL 48 31 51(61) 40 31 30 40 40 58 Forcefield: P.quality Conversion field, 50 trigger, 1-15 fritz Weapons: B.Quality Flesh Fused chainhammer 2d10+11 R 4 Concussive (2), Tearing, Unweildy 20kg +10WS Plasma Pistol w noxious discharge+maglock 40m S/2/– 1d10+7E Pen 8 Clip 10 Reload 3 Full, Maximal, Overheats B.Quality Sword 1d10+7 +10WS Laspistol Wounds: 11 Infamy Points: 4 Corruption: 25 Armor: 7 all Relevant Skills: Awareness (+10 from p.armor) Athletics Dodge Parry+10 Ronwayne fucked around with this message at 04:39 on Apr 13, 2015 |
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Ciphrian the Inevitable Ciphrian chuckles at Julius's words. "Well, I suppose Death Guard tactics do tend to work better against beings that fear death; nothing like the faces on a group of mortals when you shrug off a rocket to the torso. It certainly didn't help that we had not had the time to adapt our vehicles to our newly altered forms, mind you; only the least swollen of our number could even fit into most of them. But of course, many of the Blood Angels came to us, chainswords and bolt pistols in hand. Unusual to see a Havoc from among their numbers...but from your appearance and equipment, I can guess that you found a different way to feed your Rage than most, mmm?" Then, glancing back to Dolor, he responds, "Ah, a little recreation on the behalf of the masses? I will be sure to witness it if I am not engaged in some secondary match at the time--I am an auxiliary, after all, and so I cannot always choose when I will fight." Dachshundofdoom fucked around with this message at 05:19 on Apr 13, 2015 |
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Julius Dominatus, Fallen Blood Angel "Of that you are correct, Plague Fiend," Julius reaches back and pats the Heavy Bolter at his back. "While most of my chapter would give into their rage and mindlessly charge the enemy like so many Khorne Berserkers without the blessing of the Blood God, I found solace in the sensations of combat that come from the firing of large bore semi-automatic heavy weapons. It was not until the end of the Heresy that I discovered that each time I was lost in the din of battle Slaanesh was blessing me, and keeping the Red Thirst at bay. Given the choice of being consumed by the Red Thirst and eventually the Black Rage, yet remain loyalist, or defect to Chaos and maintain my personality through worship to Slaanesh on the battlefield, it was really a simple choice." Julius turns to Anastasia, and digs a large card out of a small satchel at his side. "Pardon, but does this clan you seek audience with have any relations to the Kingdom of Ghiblisi? It is from this kingdom I received my invitation. The thought of meeting with nobles fills me with semblances of the Red Thirst, but if this invitation can aid you, then you can attend with me. I rarely see a mortal that would approach a gathered group such as this, your audacity amuses me. Not as much as battle, but if I am to be stuck in a less than combat role, seeing how your little journey plays out should amuse."
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Perillos the Soul-Smith Perillos breathes in the air of Ghibelline, the strong perfumes penetrating through his helmet's filtration systems. He absently filters the airborne drugs out of his system, his superhuman physiology, enhanced by extensive cybernetic implants, immune to their effects. Glancing at those around him, he wonders who of them would be useful to him. The corrupted Blood Angel seemed to share an affinity for technology, although he had obviously given himself over to the distractions of Slaanesh. "Participant, of a sort," Perillos replies to the Apostle. "I'm here on business with Ibiza." pre:Name: Perillos
Race: Chaos Space Marine
Archetype: Warpsmith
Pride: Craftsmanship
Disgrace: Destruction
Motivation: Ascendancy
Experience: 150/4500
Alignment: Unaligned
Khorne: 0
Nurgle: 0
Slaanesh: 0
Tzeentch: 1
Advances:
Warpsmith Archetype - 3600
Armour-Monger - 500
Forbidden Lore (Archaeotech) - 200 (T)
Operate (Aeronautica) - 200
Characteristics:
Weapon Skill 40 (43 - 3 (Pride))
Ballistic Skill 45 (48 - 3 (Pride))
Strength 39
Toughness 47 (42 + 5 (Archetype))
Agility 44 (41 + 3 (Pride))
Intelligence 50 (42 + 5 (Archetype) + 3 (Pride))
Perception 39
Willpower 46 (41 + 5 (Motivation))
Fellowship 34 (38 - 4 (Disgrace))
Infamy 40 (37 + 1 (Pride) + 2 (Disgrace))
Wounds: 18 (20 - 2 (Motivation))
Infamy Points: 4
Corruption: 25
Skills:
Athletics
Awareness
Common Lore (Adeptus Mechanicus, Tech, War)
Dodge
Forbidden Lore (Adeptus Astartes, Adeptus Mechanicus, Archaeotech, Daemonology, The Horus Heresy and the Long War)
Linguistics (Low Gothic, Techna-Lingua)
Medicae
Navigate (Surface)
Operate (Aeronautica, Surface)
Parry
Scholastic Lore (Occult)
Scrutiny
Tech-Use +10
Trade (Armourer)
Talents:
Ambidextrous
Ancient Warrior
Armour-Monger
Bulging Biceps
Enemy (Adeptus Mechanicus)
Legion Weapon Training
Heightened Senses (Hearing, Sight)
Mechadendrite Use
Nerves of Steel
Quick Draw
Rapid Reload
Resistance (Cold, Fear, Heat, Poisons)
Sound Constitution
Technical Knock
Total Recall
Unarmed Warrior
Unshakeable Will
Traits:
Amphibious
Flyer (8)
Machine 1
Mechanicus Implants
Unnatural Strength (+4)
Unnatural Toughness (+4)
Mutations:
Winged
Abilities:
Binaric Curse: With a few muttered words of technoarcane power, a Warpsmith can place a malediction upon a weapon, making it recoil against its wielder.
As a Half Action, a Warpsmith may spend an Infamy Point to curse one weapon or other contraption of roughly equal complexity within 10
metres. If it is a weapon, it gains the Overheats or Unbalanced Weapon Quality until the end of the encounter. If it is another piece of
technology, it falters or fails in some way (as determined by the GM).
Cybernetic Dominion: A Warpsmith rules over his cybernetic thralls with an iron fist, and their loyalty to him is stronger than the curse-wrought steel
that girds them. A Warpsmith’s Minions that possess the Machine Trait gain +10 Loyalty.
Master of Mechamorphosis: Warpsmiths are masters of the profane rites of forging unique and terrifying Daemon Engines to suit their own insane ends.
Once an appropriate shell for a Daemon Engine is obtained, a Warpsmith can fashion the vehicle into a more suitable form to
house a creature of the Warp, thereby granting a +10 Sympathy Modifier during the Ritual of Binding. The time required to
forge this construct is subject to the Warpsmith’s designs and the resources available, and additional Skill Tests might be
required as the GM sees fit. Further, a Warpsmith can spend an Infamy Point to commune with a captive Machine Spirit when
attempting to channel the Daemon into its new form, granting an additional +20 Bonus to the Binding Ritual.
Gear:
Fallen Magos Power Axe
Legionnaire Bolt Pistol
Legionnaire Combat Knife
Mechatendril
Legionnaire Power Armour - Spikes: Dozens of finger sized spikes jut from the armour at strategic locations. Anyone attempting to make an unarmed
attack against the wearer who fails their Weapon Skill test to hit suffers 1d5 damage per degree of failure.
-Enhanced Ceramite Plating
-Auto-senses
-Bio-monitor and injectors
Dataslate
Ferric Lure Implants
Good Craftsmanship Cerebral Implants
Good Craftsmanship Mechanicus Assimilation 1
Utility Mechadendrite
Legacy Weapon - Fallen Magos Power Axe (Acquisition)
-Legacy of Betrayal - The weapon deals an extra 1d5 Damage against Unaware or Surprised targets. However, on an Attack Roll of 00, the attack instead
hits a random ally engaged with the character.
-Merciless Pattern - Chastener: The Heretic delights in the pain and misery inflicted on his foes, finding an advantage either in demoralising his
opponent or through feeding his own narcissism. For each successful attack against an opponent, the Heretic gains a cumulative +3
bonus to further WS or BS Tests (as appropriate to the weapon) made against that opponent for the duration of the encounter.
Good Craftsmanship Legion Plasma Gun (Acquisition)
Legion Combat Bike (Acquisition)
3x Dendrite Blade (Acquisition)
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Anastasia "Ah, I had assumed as the Master of Ceremonies you might have had the ear of the Great Cesear. I have heard they have knowledge of many artifacts and I am hoping that includes something I am interested in." She smiles politely as the giants around her speak of the Heresy and breathes shallowly through her mouth in a vain effort to lessen the Plague Marine's stench. There is little she can add to their posturing and she didn't want to risk chipping in with what little apocryphal knowledge she maintained from her days at schola. She accepts the card graciously, "My thanks, Lord. I would be honored to accompany you. There is, after all, time enough for me to investigate and I have never had the opportunity to speak with a Space Marine before. Especially not one so distinguished."
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Dolor Atheir, Apostle of Regret He glances at the invitation the Fallen Angel presented and nodded, "Ah, I see. Well, I'm sure there are going to be numerous banquets and feasts in the run up to the start of the Games. I could inquire if our host could accommodate such exalted company." He looks over at the Plague Marine and Iron Warrior, "Of course you would be free to join as well, if the noble Caesar accepts. A meeting of veterans such as this is not a common occurrence in this age. If such things interest you, of course."
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Victoria You chain punch the center of the container door and slash down diagonally ravaging most of the door. You can see outside and you also see the rods that were holding the door in place disectted quickly nicely. That said the rods are still locked into the bottom of the container before the doors will open: gotta bash it one more time. Behind you you hear a large "WAAAAAAAAGGGGGHHH!" As the greenskins in the middle of the pack bash through, most are caught up with chopping through their compatriots for "GETTIN IN DA WAY U GITZ *CHOP*". One of the orks, not quite a nob but stronger than most the boys bashes through and knocks down 3 of them. He uses one of the orks flailing about in the blood as a stepping stone to hop towards you to CHARGE! He swings his Choppa high above his head, looking to cleave straight through the top of ya head. But you manage to parry his blow quite well, deflecting it into nothing. A few other boys get caught up in the blood and slip.  Ork Numbers have dropped significantly due to being brained by their own folks. You reckon another good blow will bust this door wide open. You are engaged in melee with 1 'Ard Boy. The biggest circle is the Nob, the rest are boys. Crossed out circles are nonfactors due to being slipped up in gorey bits. GOOD LUCK
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Victoria, Priestess of the Blood God <THE SPIKEY RED GOD WILL DRINK YOUR BLOOD, GROT> Victoria wasn't quite up on her orkish, but it was important to preach in the language of the people (or rough equivilent). Even more important was getting some breathing room before she got mauled to death by 3 net tonnes of angry ork. Sparks continue to fly as her right hand grinds away. <QUIT MUCKIN' ABOUT> With any luck, this idiot would charge and knock both of them out of the crate, and after that it was a case of running for the nearest positions of advantage. Once again, parry if I'm attacked (at tn 68) and force field at 50, other action is punching and ripping door until it opens, and then use the rest of my action (if any) to get out of the crate. pre:WS BS STR TOU AGI INT PER WIL FEL 48 31 51(61) 40 31 30 40 40 58 Forcefield: P.quality Conversion field, 50 trigger, 1-15 fritz Weapons: B.Quality Flesh Fused chainhammer 2d10+11 R 4 Concussive (2), Tearing, Unweildy 20kg +10WS Plasma Pistol w noxious discharge+maglock 40m S/2/– 1d10+7E Pen 8 Clip 10 Reload 3 Full, Maximal, Overheats B.Quality Sword 1d10+7 +10WS Laspistol Wounds: 11 Infamy Points: 4 Corruption: 25 Armor: 7 all Relevant Skills: Awareness (+10 from p.armor) Athletics Dodge Parry+10 Relevent talents: Step Aside Ronwayne fucked around with this message at 01:38 on Apr 14, 2015 |
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Meanwhile in Lady Meinloka Square The crowd cheers loudly at the speech and keeps on cheering even as Dolor vacates the altar and join the crowd below, mingling with the rest of the heretics. Many of the socialites and nobility nearby find themselves drawn to Julius's blessed visage. Some murmur about a "Chosen" being present. Eventually someone approaches your little gathering and introduces himself.  "Welcome to Ghibbeline Lord Julius. I am Aetius. Have you found the evenings festivities to your liking?" Perillos You receive a vox transmission from frequency 732.769. The speaker is a woman who identifies herself as Lust, commander of Ibiza's contribution to the games. She "requests" that you join her and the other "smiths" as soon as the ceremonies are over. Ciphrian From what you've been told, the auxiliaries are provided to either of the 5 kingdoms forces by nobility and merchants who sponsor them. Amongst the auxiliary ranks are cult Astartes such as yourself, powerful psykers, exotic xenos creatures, and occasionally daemonic artifacts. All this and more are options on the table for the Commander's of each of the 5 kingdoms. The price to have such game changing forces introduced requires sponsorship from the outside. There are a lot of shadow ops done before, between, and during the matches by various factions that revolves around the Auxiliaries. You have no pressing engagements tonight, however tomorrow you will need to make contact with a Night Lord by the name of Scipio. He can ensure you slip through the cracks and are free to do you what you will, for a price. Anastasia Though Julius is kind to offer you his invitation, you realize it is just that, the standard invitation that even allows you to set foot on this world to witness the games. If you wish to find a member of the Meinloka Clan (THE RULING FAMILY OF THIS PLANET), you are going to have to mingle about. There are at least 120,000 people in attendance spread all around the Square and the surrounding establishments. Go make nice.
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Anastasia It appeared as though her novelty had worn out. Not a surprise, she mused, considering the small group had lived nearly as many years, put together, as the Imperium itself. Before the crowd gets too dense, she bows to the four astartes and says her farewells before slipping away. She moves a few dozen meters away before unfurling her wings and lifting herself well over the heads of the milling masses. She casts her gaze around, trying to figure out what establishments have been doing the best business. If luck was on her side, she hopes to find some way to ingratiate herself with some worthy on the planet. Once she finds a target, she sets off at a languid pace.
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Apr 14, 2015 12:28
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Ciphrian "Hmm... well, Dolor, if the Noble Caesar's stomach can handle my presence at one of his feasts, I would certainly attend." Ciphrian begins to turn, then pauses and nods to the others. "I suppose this is farewell for the moment, brothers; perhaps I will see you at that feast...or in the arenas." The Plague Marine chuckles grimly and sets off into the city. I assume I have quarters somewhere, so I'll head there unless there's something else I have to be doing, like if I don't know where Scipio is and I have to figure out where to actually find the batwinged bastard.
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Julius Dominatus, Fallen Blood Angel As Anastasia takes flight, Julius watches her with some amusement. A thought enters his mind: what if he had wings? Flying over the battlefield while raining bolter fire, or actual fire, over the battlefield makes him smile, until his mental diversion is interrupted by this Aetius fellow. He looks down at the man and tries to scowl as much as his blessed visage will allow. "Well Aetius, you seem to have me at a disadvantage. You know enough of me to know me by sight and name, yet name is all I know of you. As for my enjoyment of the festivities, there has been far too little gunfire and explosions for my liking, but I have a feeling you really are not interested in my enjoyment. What is it you really want?"
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Perillos Noticing the others leaving, Perillos says, "I will take my leave also. These festivities don't interest me." He heads away from the nexus of the celebrations, eschewing his biomechanical wings and walking instead. He wanders, relatively aimlessly, watching the revellers and judging them silently. Once the festivities are over, he makes his way to Ibiza's local representation and makes himself known.
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Dolor Atheir, Apostle of Regret The Apostle bows his head as the others leave and flies up, hovering over the procession of the parade and generally monitoring what's going on. Many of the displays in the parade would be the unwilling participants, so he wanted to see what this years Games would be like.
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OLANPHONIA I require more information on what exactly your character is looking for in your 'mark' and how you will identify him/her. I need to know if you are gonna charm your way through the crowds till you see someone that looks like you can open them up and get them talking or if you'll just walk around sifting through surface thoughts with your powers till you hear a thought that's music to your ears and your goals etc. etc. MORE INFORMATION NOW TIA Rest of the update will be coming as soon as I can write it up.
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My somewhat vague plan is to find a crowded area or popular establishment and listen in to the topics of discussion. I'm looking for anyone talking about ways that I could ingratiate myself with the Libertine Council and/or the Meinloka Clan. Hoping they have some sort of rumored problem I can take care of for them. My Charm is at 64 if needed. If I can, I'd also use Delude (Opposed WP with me testing Unfettered at 86) at Psy Rating 4 for another +20. I don't have Inquiry so any test on that would be at 10.
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Victoria The Container door, mostly shredded from your last blow, gives way as you back up out of it, parrying The 'Ardboy every step of the way. Victoria manages to duck, dive, and parry all 3 of the 'Ardboyz blows but its not easy. Had he connected, the results would have been..messy. IP spent to make a successful parry. One more ork joins the 5 already in the slip and side of gore and blood in the container but the rest managed to charge just short of Victoria except for the Nob. Bigger, faster, and wielding one of the biggest Choppa's you've seen. The Nob crosses the distance in seconds, crushing an ork's head underneath his scrap metal boots. "WAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH! The Nob screams as it charges you. Victoria deflects the greenskins blow effortlessly but she needs to escape. It looks grim.  Big Circle is nob smaller circle is hardboy. There are containers all the way down to your left and right. The ones marked green are the ones where you hear familiar greenskin WAAAGHING and poo poo. The orks are trying to break free just as you have but it'll take them much longer with their primitive arms. The ones marked red are ork as well but they seem to be howling about BLUD AN SKULLZ and poo poo like that. Perhaps you can enlist these "Bloodboyz" to your aid by setting them free and pointing them the right way.
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Victoria, Priestess of the Blood God Victoria rolls out of the box and deflects yet another blow from a blade the size of her torso. She looks around and hears the gutteral ork sounds left and right and wording on the container. Wait, Bespin? *clang* Only sane orks in the galaxy. <Oi' listen up you lot! Dat spikey red boss says we're getting out of here! *clank* <Quit muckin' about and get out of those boxes, there's gits to crump!> She hopes that was the proper tense and verbiage. Wait a second- She turns to meet the nob crashing out of the box. <YOU AND ME, ONE ON ONE, ORK, OR ARE YOU A TINY GROT THAT NEEDS A BUNCH OF BOYZ TO KILL ONE WEEDY HUMIE?> Edit 4/22: Added the duel challenge with the nob. oh god what am I doing. pre:WS BS STR TOU AGI INT PER WIL FEL 48 31 51(61) 40 31 30 40 40 58 Forcefield: P.quality Conversion field, 50 trigger, 1-15 fritz Weapons: B.Quality Flesh Fused chainhammer 2d10+12 R 4 Concussive (2), Tearing, Unweildy 20kg +10WS Plasma Pistol w noxious discharge+maglock 40m S/2/– 1d10+7E Pen 8 Clip 10 Reload 3 Full, Maximal, Overheats B.Quality Sword 1d10+7 +10WS Laspistol Wounds: 11 Infamy Points: 3/4 Corruption: 25 Armor: 7 all Relevant Skills: Awareness (+10 from p.armor) Athletics Dodge Parry+10 Relevent talents: Step Aside Ronwayne fucked around with this message at 12:50 on Apr 22, 2015 |
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Ciphrian You bid your farewells and make your way to the Underground. You do catch a glimpse on the massive vid screen across the square of this charming motherfucker.  The great Caesar Meinloka Under the surface of Ghibelline's grand spires lies the Underground, a millennia old rail network that is the primary means of travel between kingdoms and districts for the common folk. It is also the fastest way to get across during all the festivities as the streets are PACKED. You take the train to a hotel and then your quarters which is a mix of the decadent and the spartan. The walls are painted with burgundy for the most part, with one whole wall dedicated to some twisted artwork. Its quite elaborate really. The art is an anamorphosic depiction of a Blood Angel Space Marine on his knees with a look of abject terror in his eyes and various versions of the same face. If you look at it close enough, its like the Blood Angel still lives and each visage of horror and pain flows and pulses. As if the painting were alive. A small amusement to the unshackled mind that's for sure. Anyway on the desk is a dataslate which you pick up. The screen lights up and a retinal scanner opens up and in low gothic the text appears "LOOK AT ME". You comply with the machine spirit's request and the dataslate turns into a map of the area with a voxmail waiting from Scipio. All thats on it is a Vox Frequency. Shall you raise him? ‘ Everyone else Your eyes and ears are drawn to the vidscreen as the Plague Marine Ciphrian and the Dark Apostle depart your company. The charismatic Caesar Meinloka waves to the crowd as the crowd cheers and claps loudly. “Good Evening everyone! Citizens, Nobles, and our honored guests from offworld. Welcome to the 6,420th Grand Game of Ghibelline!” The crowd roars its approval in the square and across the planet it feels. ”Oh there you are Dolor” Caesar says as the Dark Apostle Dolor flies on screen and sits down in a platinum and adamantium chair. Curly you can say snippets of what you would say in response to Caesar or alongside what he says whatever. COMMENTARY! ”Our master of ceremonies showing up just in time! Dolor Atheir everyone! Folks as you know this is my 60th Grand Game, in the name of the Emperor Beneus IV and the Dark Prince may there be many more. And what a Game we have for you this evening! As I said many have come from across the Screaming Vortex to witness our Grand Game but even more have come to compete. Some of which you will see as the Commanders of the kingdoms do the traditional pass in review with their teams. And oh its that time. LADIES AND GENTLEMEN THE COMMANDERS OF THE FIVE KINGDOMS” The moment everyone has been waiting for has happened as on the vidscreen and across the main avenue of Lady Meinloka Square. First comes the host of the Kingdom of Ghiblisi under Mistress Joanna. Wearing a suit of custom built artificer armor in the deepest purple with gold trim, she waves to the crowd on top of her Chaos Rhino. The regiments of Ghiblisi infantry, carrying a mix of lasguns and ghibelline howler rifles march in lockstep wearing lavish carapace armor in the same heraldry as their leader. Following behind the infantry are tanks, APCs, and a squad of 12 Noise Marines from the Flawless Host, accompanying a Sonic Dreadnought. Second comes the host of the Kingdom of Ibiza. Their Commander, Lust, wears a form fitting bodysuit and wears a necklace of Eldar soul stones. Her host is much like the Ghiblisi with the notable attachment of Dark Eldar auxiliaries and Kroot. As the parade continues on the other 3 kingdoms show off their elite trops. The host of Queensland led by the Commodore show off the prize of their army, a core of human jump troops and murderers that would give a Night Lord tears of joy. Finally the host of the kingdom of Puistokemisti marches in lockstep with the war machines of Forge Castir. An emissary of the exospectre marches in the parade herding a pack of Velocireaper alongside Defilers and Predator tanks. The end of the parade concludes this evenings game related festivities for the camera, but not for the heretics. Anastasia You work the crowd making small talk with others like yourselves until you find what you seek. In a nutshell. Whilst grabbing a glass of Last Kiss with some your new found coterie of Ghibelleese socialites, you overhear quite a bit of gossip. The names of most of the people are unknown to you as are the events referenced. Basically who offended who at the last party, inside jokes, double entendre’s the whole poo poo. You are outside the clique an. However as the conversation flows to what bring you hear, you tell them an inkling of your reasons. Specifically your attraction to the sensation of absolute, total control and power over a person. An admirable goal for a follower of the Dark Prince. At first the conversation confirms what you’ve heard about Ghibbeline. The fact that the common folk are jacked into the emotions of the ruling class and are literally slaves to sensation. You also learn that the elite aren’t bound by the same implantation because of how it dulls the senses. Finally you get around to “the dirt”. There’s been a big upset in trade between Q’Sal and Ghibelline as of late. The divide was shown quite publically at the parade where Forge Castir’s war machines took center stage. There is potential, if certain parties on Ghibelline have their way, for trade between the two worlds. If you were say to intervene, on behalf of the Warpsmith’s guild of Ghiblisi, it would do alot for your social standing in certain circles. Julius ”No disadvantage or offense intended My lord. I am a seneschal of King Cuck, on whose invitation you are here. The King wishes to ensure his honoured guest is taken care of for the duration of his stay. As for your enjoyment, anything you wish can be arranged. This is Ghibelline after all” Perillos After the parade is over, you meet with Commander Lust of Ibiza at their encampment outside the hive city limits after a quick hop in a lander. There, you encounter various hereteks and magos of the dark mechanicus, mixed in with some of Ghibelline’s own artificers. ”Good of you to join us, Perillos.” The gathered hereteks and artificers disperse to do their duties leaving you alone with the Commander and her retinue. ”Walk with me Warpsmith, I will show you the materials you have to work with. Driving across the base to a unmarked hanger guarded by power armoured Ghibelline soldiers, you first lay eyes on the raw materials you have to work with. Inside the hanger are the scrapped remains of an entire company worth of tanks, various vehicle weapons, and spare parts. ”You have a whole team to handle the forging and assembly of the shells. Concentrate only on the ritual and bindings needed to accomplish this task. 2 Forgefiends with ectoplasma cnanons, 2 Defilers retrofitted with sonic weaponry, and 2 Helldrakes. You have 12 days Iron Warrior. Any questions?” OOC note, I'm flexible on 12 days but I just wanted to get the point across, this is a rush job you've been brought on to do. You need to get the daemons bound into their shell and weaponized in time for the Games. You have all the forge equipment you need and a team to delegate the actually construction to. Its you that is supposed to have the knowledge and power to bind the Daemon to the shell. I can sweat the small stuff later for now I'm gonna lay down. Govtcheese your update can wait till tommorow, them orks aren't going anywhere. professorcurly post some commentary and then a offcamera bit if there's any thing you'd like to pursue. Meanwhile I'll get Victoria caught up to the present time. Viva Miriya fucked around with this message at 16:36 on Apr 22, 2015 |
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Ciphrian the Inevitable Turning away from the artwork--amusing, to be sure, but clearly not something to stare at for too long--Ciphrian sits down onto the Astartes-size bed, which creaks angrily under his immense weight, and sets his vox to the indicated frequency. "This is Ciphrian. I have made planetfall and await your response."
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Perillos Looking over the sorry state of the scrap metal before him, Perillos says, "I can only hope your workers are skilled enough, Commander. I will tell you when I am finished." Without waiting, he walks toward the vehicle husks, forming plans for the design of the engines and the containment of the daemons therein. The next few days are dedicated to the multitude of preparations required for the summoning and binding of the daemons, including making sure their vessel engines are properly consecrated and warded. Only when he is completely satisfied that the first machine is ready does Perillos even contemplate summoning its inhabitant. An enormous octagram is sketched around the inert Forgefiend; braziers at each of the points are filled with red-hot coals. Enormous vats sit next to each brazier, each filled with the blood of a remorseless murderer, which attendants continually ladle onto the burning coals. The blood hisses and boils, its smoky steam rising lazily toward the centre of the octogram. Perillos chants in a guttural, barking tongue, his mouth filling with blood at the profane syllables. Not 100% on what I'll have to roll but I've got FL (Archaeotech, Daemonology) and SL (Occult) at 70, and Unnatural Int (+2). I also get +10 to any ritual of binding. Tech-Use is 75, if necessary.
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Anastasia Anastasia savors the delicious drink as she sits and listens to those around her. It was almost as if she could feel the desperation of those who had been killed in order to make it. She perks up as the screens all around blare out images of Cesear Meinloka. She could see why the man had been chosen, he just oozed charisma. She perks up again as she hears, from nearby, some people discussing some sort of trade problem between the Magisters of Q'sal and Ghibilline. She stands and then slides into a chair next to the speakers and the mask over her face shifts into a configuration evoking courtesy/interest. "I couldn't help but overhear the word 'Q'sal'." she says, "I have always been interested in Q'sal, though I have never been there myself. I had heard that their engines are marvelous to behold. Do you know where I could find their daemon-smiths? Deceive at 69. Unfettered Delude (Opposed WP with me testing Unfettered at 86) at Psy Rating 4 for another +20. If these guys don't know, I'll start looking for guys in robes with big ol' crystal staves.
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Victoria With one hand you bust open the cargo container. Out comes rushing out a bloodboy with 2 choppas in his hand who immediately starts swinging at you. He misses you with both blows and you decapitate him with your offhand sword. The other boys climb on out and circle you, that familiar hunger to kill in their eyes. ”You think just cause youze wearing da red we’s going to follow a grot like you!” Screams out one of bloodboyz, not even a ardboy or a nob, just the lowliest boy. One of the more aggressive boys makes to charge you and is stopped by being slapped with the flat end of a Choppa. ”Wait a minute boys. Lets watch this git fight that git right there!” Says pointing to the Nob of the main group. ”GO FREE THE REST OF DA BOYZ! WE’S GONNA HAVE A BRAWL! BLUDDDDDDDDDDDD! TEEF AND SKULLZ AND BLUUUUUDD!!” The bloodboy shouts as the rest of the berin orks, bloodboyz and boyboyz start busting open the containers and freeing their compatriots. As this goes on the Nob ponders your challenge and laughs. ”A humie with some guts? I likes that. I’m gonna choke you to death with them. WAAAAAAGGGHHH!!! The Nob screams as it rushes into battle with Victoria. The fighting is quick and brutal with both the Nob and Victoria moving lightning fast. Victoria however manages to move faster and eliminates the Nob without a scratch on her. 3 blows of the chainhammer arm is all it takes. A brutal gutwrenching blow to start the fight off. A second hit to rend the Nobz arms and make him drop his Choppa, and the third to finish the job, sheering both legs off in one swing. The Nob dies screaming, blood spraying everywhere. Victoria grabs the Nob in its deaththroes by the neck, jamming power armored fingers into the greenskins flesh and lifting the ork up in the air, holding it there for a moment before throwing the remains in the crowd. She looks around to see who will be next and sees no takers. The berin greenskins, khorne worshipping and ork worshipping, are stunned at the clinic you put, eviscerating the strongest of them in just under 15 seconds. Make a speech or something. Oh yeah I need you to roll Serpent’s tongue to solidify the orks into a Horde under your command….all of them. Each container has between 20-30 Orks so do the math. Expect further fighting of Nobs to further solidify control if you free more Orks and they don’t get with the program but not too many.
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Apr 22, 2015 14:52
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Dolor He will wave a greeting to the Camera as he lands, making a point to look at Great Caesar. It would do no good if he wasn't paying attention, or at least appearing too. Truthfully though he was thinking about the group he had just met. It was a rare thing to meet so many brothers from the Great Crusade, even at large events such as this. It made him... reflective. However he still had a duty to perform. As the procession of the kingdoms began to approach he stands and walks beside the host of the games. After Caesar is finished introduces a kingdom, and describing their entries for the year, Dolor would raise his Icon of Slaanesh and motion in arcane ways that made the staff glow slightly, blessing each delegation in the name of Slaanesh. Between processions, when the cameras were off of them and focused on the oncoming parade, Dolor would turn off his mic and subtly motion for Caesar to do the same, "A truly magnificent contestant pool, Great Caesar. Indeed your glory has managed to attract a rather impressive crowd as well. If you wish, there are even veterans of the Siege of Terra in the audience that might be willing to attend one of the upcoming feasts." He turns his mic back on as the procession arrives and Caesar begins his usual routine of introducing the leader and overview of the procession... Charm test about inviting the others to a feast or something: Charm Test Target Number: 70(cha) + 20(charm) + 20(Unholy Icon) = 110 link: http://orokos.com/roll/278375 -> 99 1 Degree of Success, hurrah for barely adequate
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Apr 22, 2015 14:55
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Would you like to IP that?
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Apr 22, 2015 16:36
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Julius Dominatus, Fallen Blood Angel As the noise starts bursting from the screen, Julius turns away from Aetius and watches the screen. While he is disappointed that poor Dolar was involved in this nonsense, he did watch the procession of the troops. Without turning to address the seneschal Julius speaks, "I thought the games were just some glorified arena fights? Was all that just for show, or will those small armies actually be fighting each other?" The marine licks his lips in anticipation of such a combat. Such fighting would surely be glorious, and loud. "I am not versed on the politics of your world, is King Cuck affiliated with any of those armies? If so which one?" Actual warfighting makes Julius want to compete. Since I have no interest in getting scattered about, I would be more than fine with being hooked up with Commander Lust so that way Monion and I are in cahoots.
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Apr 23, 2015 01:40
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Viva Miriya posted:Would you like to IP that? I've already used one, and really this was just an offhand thing in case we needed an IC reason to all gather back together. Dolor doesn't actually care that much one way or the other right now, beyond the novelty of meeting so many veterans unexpectedly.
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Anastasia At first when trying to use your powers you feel a unexpected block. Like you can’t filter out the sensations around you and reach out into the immaterium. The feeling of terrifying anxiety is replaced a split second later with anger and power as you reach out and use your gifts. You seem satisfied that your ploy has worked for now, no one seems to be the wiser or shows that telltale sign of recognition in their eyes. In between gossipping about the rumors and legends of Q’Sal, its clear no one amongst you 6 have been, you get the information you seek. Q’Sal Magister Immaterials will be attending a private gathering in 3 days alongside with various Warlords and Dark Mechanicus Magos. Its called the showcase and it’ll be a display of each cities technological and warpbased might. It would be a good place to rub shoulders. It might be possible to get you on the guest list. It depends on a few things though. Namely how discreet can you be and, at the same time, make a masterpiece of the “problem”. They require no mere assassin. To get the invitation you must commit murder, directly or indirectly. Furthermore this compact requires that the entire endeavour be dedicated to and glorify Slaanesh from start to finish. If all you do is leave a corpse behind then you don’t get the invite under this compact. Slaying the target via unusual and exotic means would be something that gets noticed. Do you take this deal, renegotiate, or look elsewhere? They aren’t the only people in town Dolor Caesar scoffs when you mention veterans of Terra. ”Ah yes the Horus Heresy. I think we’ve heard plenty of it over the years that we need not pay it unnecessary mind. The Astartes guests already attending the feast are champions under the eyes of the Four. I have no desire to entertain some Astartes you ran into in the square because they had the luck to be born in the right millennia.” Caesar thinks on it for a moment. ” If you wish to extend invitations to one you deem worthy, then it should not be a problem so long as they have time to be vetted. Otherwise there’s really not much I can do.” He’s not really convinced in the short time you’ve had to talk before the show started. He’ll let you bring one of the PCs you’ve met but then you’d be responsible for their (mis)conduct. Your status is on the line. Alternatively you can try again and tell him something he would hear. The feasts are for men of power and influence. Each of the PCs has enough infamy to be counted as such but you would have to learn about them, recognize them for what they are, and be able to recount this story to the Caesar in detail. Aka you are gonna have to do more than roll for it. Cause your first impression was weak as gently caress. Knowing you that shouldn’t be a problem right? Julius “The King of Ghiblsi, on whose invitation you stand on this world. And yes after the showcases, where various elite formations or daemon engines showcase their abilities against imported xenos or condemned prisoners. All 5 armies will fight over control of the Battle Island. The victorious host wins for the glory of their kingdom and gains the vote of the lost kingdom on the Libertine Council. Actually we were hoping this would interest you. The King would be honored if you went to battle alongside our army during the Game. Your reputation across the vortex as a Havoc is well known by us. And I think you would appreciate the weapons we could supply you with as a cut above what you are used to, even as a Legionnaire.” Ghiblsi and Ibiza are competing in the games so you would be against Perillos and his daemon engines. The kingdoms would clamor for any warrior that is half as learned in the arts of war as you are. And Aetius seems to be hinting at payment in exotic weapons, likely of higher quality than those sold in the markets for export. Mechanically, you could expect a Good-Craftsmanship heavy weapon to add to your collection as standard. You would have to negotiate for more. And to negotiate you would have to have other offers to entertain wouldn’t you? Take it or leave it but know their game isn’t the only game in town. Though to refuse them would be to guarantee that King Cuck takes offense. Then again who is this mortal to be so presumptious as to assume they have any hold on an Astartes of the Great Crusade. Ciphrian ”Excellent. I will need you to appear in the showcase rounds but afterwards I can disappear you from the rolls of Auxilaries. That is not all though. Meet me in the underhive at 2. We can speak more then. Malicious Onion Your poo poo is complicated as gently caress so I’ll dedicate tommorow to making a seperate post for it Ronwayne Post you cocksucker.
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Victoria, Priestess of the Blood God Victoria smiles, especially since now she can stop doing that gods-awful ork accent and speak mostly in low gothic. "Okay, you lot, I ain't the biggest but I'z the killiest and dead hardest here, so I'm in charge. We're on a-" Victoria pauses, deciding not to confuse their minds with an excess of information. "We're on a planet full of humies that are gonna fight and kill each other fun, but they don't know were here!" She pauses and points behind her. "We gotta get ready, so first thing we do is loot those trucks, and get ahold of any weapons we can find. On this world they worship a weak god, a tiny purple git that likes muckin' about and playing with his..." she tries to find a proper tranlation. "Squiggly bits, instead of getting out there and fightin' propah. We're gonna get out there and show them all how to do a proper rumble, if we do this right, every single humie on this world, except for me, is gonna be dead! So follow me if you want to see some blood, otherwise, well- Victoria chucks the nob's head over her shoulder and revs her arm-hammer. She pauses. "WELL, WHAT'RE YOU WAITING FOR? Find something to loot and kill with! With TN 70 something I rolled a 4 so 6 or 7 DoS on the charm roll. Looting this place and I guess killing any security and taking their weapons while she thinks of what to do next.
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Victoria With a grunt the boyz get to work. About a thousand strong is your horde of green skins. 50 of the strongest Bloodboyz and Nobz gather around you as your personal horde (Magnitude 50 Nob profile from OW +10 WS and equipped with Big Choppas from RT). People flee the customs office and heavy bolter fire erupts from the two towers near it as the sentries try to kill as many of your horde as possible before they are overwhelmed. And overwhelmed they are. The guns are mounted on top of the first two Lorries which are quickly turned into WARTRUKKS and start rushing north to the receiving terminal. Klaxons blare loudly as you blow through to the north and enter the Receiving area where you blow past the workers. As you make your way past receiving into the main spaceport, security forces flee before you or are killed. You and the boys slaughter everything in sight. Many of the “guests” have their heads bashed in, bodies cut up, or are simply trampled underfoot. Your horde has even routed some Chaos Space Marines who saw you coming and fled into the city streets. You stand at the exit of the spaceport, feeling triumphant for a moment. You’ve made planetfall and have a horde that is content to shed blood for you. You wonder where the security personnel were. Then you take a moment out of your blood fueled raged to look around and gather your surroundings. Those guests didn’t die like normal people, no screaming and your boys are complaining that stomping them hurt their feet, something about metally bitz. And all around you are ruined buildings and cratered streets. Then you hear the whistle of artillery. Dolor It is time for the first showcase match. The picfeed goes up and you and Caesar are live announcing the RUNNING OF THE ORKS when something catches your eye that shouldn’t be there. One human in red powerarmour at the head of a 1000 orks, much more than should have escaped because of infighting, potentially much more than the Puistokemisti forces bargained for. They did have sonic guns though and that would make quite a bit of difference. ”What a interesting development. Folks it seems the orks have found a new leader while they freed themselves. This should make this showcase quite interesting. Lets see what she does.” Victoria: All you know is you better start loving running or get in cover. Dolor: This is the first showcase match. Typically what happens is a few hundred soldiers from one of the kingdoms go into one of the lost cities and exterminate the wildlife whilst servoskulls float arund the battlefield and catch sick pics of Ghibellines sonic weapons in action. Normally the orks kill eachother off as soon as bloodboyz and regular boyz get free and the nobs fight to figure out whose the biggest. But this is a veritable horde with the potential to roll over the Puistokemisti kingdom's soldiers. It'll make for good TV either way though! Viva Miriya fucked around with this message at 15:13 on Apr 27, 2015 |
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Victoria, Priestess of the Blood God Only one thing in the galaxy made that sound. As victoria stands on the lead truck, one foot on the top of the cab, the other on the side of the bed, and holding on with her normal hand to the roof mounted heavy bolter rig while screaming at the top of her lungs. "ARTILLERY, SKY DAKKA, SCATTER, SCATTER, SCATTER" She rolls as best she can, hopeing her armor and forcefield will keep her insides from popping like balloons. Victoria waits for the detonation before jumping to her feet. "KEEP MOVING, THROUGH THE RUIN, GO GO GO, WE FIND THESE HUMIES AND WE KILL THEM." Making a run for it into cover hopefully, but then rounding up any survivors and keeping running. Got my plasma pistol in hand taking shots and anything shooting at us, the noxious discharge should provide us a -20 to bs shooting at us.
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