OOC: Give a general 'we need supplies' mission and let ppl decide what to look for and where. #GMBuddySuggestion
OOC: Sounds good enough to me, considering quite handily I haven't put a time frame on Valkoth's plans so therefore we might have that particular moment that we all enjoy in video games where we have perpetual time to do anything we want forever before the final battle. Just let me update you lot on that rescue team and I'll let you all do your own thing until such a time we go for the final battle.
OOC: "Final Battle" da hell is going on in this RP Need to make a band of exiles relaunch if you decide to 'finish' it, hue!
OOC: The captain seemed like the ultimate authority of the space hulk and really I didn't know what else to do with him other than tie him into a complex web of background events, maybe when all this is over I could provide everyone with a summary of the history of the absolution so far from my version of the story.
OOC: I would like that so we could engage 'Band of Exiles 2' which is a sequel to the madness just like the Cube Movies... or Saw Movies, whatever you know better
OOC: sounds good to me, but would I be the gm or would you be the gm this time? This hasn't been the first time that a sequel has been suggested but since it was your thread to begin with I am wondering in which direction we should go, I already have a plan in mind but I just want to hear your opinion.
OOC: I would love to take the pleasure to host the sequel, mainly since this went already.... Far off the root where it was supposed to go. I mean I didn't see any push towards the revelation of the truth of the Space Hulk, most likely I would push it further towards that. Since that was the original intention. As batshit crazy everything seems, it all was already planned out to make sense at the end
OOC:Seriously guys?I`ve been offline for two days and this RP went stagnant!Tech-heresy!Also...Dony you know what to do!We already agreed! Oh...and sorry for being offline guys (no...i did not get 'burned out' i cannot get 'burned out' its just that i was sick and net was off for the past...day and a half/two days). OOC2:Great...the RP didnt even end and i am already a windower!Will you continue to RP throught the squigie? "ZOGUM!!I TOLD YOU TO GET BA..."yelled Zeth as something green,purple,blue,yellow flew toward him and its big mouth enveloped young Adept`s head before he could finish his sentence.It stank...and it was icky! With a effort Zeth removed the creature,retreving his head,but it was already too late...the only thing he saw was Necron trying to pull out his weapon beneath the doors and Zogum`s last words. "Take care of the squige Boss..." Suddenly something gripped young Adept,and he turned to see the squige starting at the doors sadly,then at him,eyes or..two big blobs filled with expectations. "I know....i know..."spoke Zeth as his face was covered under his cowl,eyes filled with...lubricants. "Do not worry...in his memory i`ll take care of you.Besides...i always wanted a Servo-Skull..."spoke Zeth as he stood up from the ground,dusting himself off.Coming to the Sentinel,Zeth pat its battered hull. "Everybody alright?We should get going...get to Valkoth.I reckon he is our only ally now with the Inquisitor...well...whatever that was.There were a sizeable amount of Captain`s men...he lost a lot.Maybe now we might get a shot at him..."spoke Zeth,half believing what just happened.
AND I BE BACK with my newest creation of pure Greenienessness? Player name: Daguka Character Name: Zogrot Race:Ork Class/role:Weirdboy,Severe damaging of smaller big groups of enemies and single target high damage aswell. Abilities/skills: Psychic vomit (Big aoe that makes everything hit by it goop),Ere we go (mass teleport),Gork'll get 'em (big telekenetic force comes crashing down as a foot/hand),Zzap (basic thunderbolt),Telekinesis (Can pick up/Crush anything aslong as its not too big) Frazzle (Thunderbolt type of attack that bounces to enemies near the initial target). Former faction: Deathskulls Age:400 Backstory:Zogrot was born a freak among his other ork brethren and that did not stop the others from avoiding and making fun of his naturally large head,as he grew so did his powers he at first like any other weirdboy was scared of his own powers and chose not to use them whenever possible but again it did not stop from his tribe to haul him onto the battlefield against his will and use his power as he could not contain it anymore,Zogrot was amongst the very few weirdboys to reach adulthood and learnt how to control (although not fully for that is impossible) powers,he was again ridiculed of his old age as the other orks that lived at that age were most likely killed before growing any older thanks to that tho he was one of the big boyz and would stare down most of his fights and win with just a single punch including against Nobs (think more of normal nobs instead of super nobs with hammers and stuff), it was untill one faitful day his warboss wanted to take his stikk from him and everyone knows without his stikk a weirdboy would feel pain to no end for a while or untill his head exploded which normally came after a day or two, as the boss sent 2 of his nobs to restrict Zogrot and take away his stikk he became so enraged that he looked at them and turned them inside out the boss was not happy or maybe it was fear so he casted out Zogrot to his death for most think weirdboys cannot survive without other orks surrounding them oh how they were wrong thanks to that Zogrot could continue mastering his powers (ever so slightly) being able to control them more but he somehow found himself on a ship and he could feel a thousand orks from everywhere the pain was coming for him but he was ready with stikk in hand and powers almost in check he set out to get out of this ship and being in a peacful place with no orks around. Fears: Losing control over his powers and destroying himself with them, Losing his stikk and not being able to find it. Talents:Weirdboys are completely unpredictable, just dont touch his staff Physical Description:'Eavy armor under rags and skull adorned necklaces,Big as a nob slightly shorter than a warboss,Huge muscles,Feet are a bit small compared to his upper body (thats why he uses his stikk to help him walk),a dome made of some type of strong clear material shows his brain with bolts on the side
The group tired and exhausted from the apocalyptic fight remained where it was for a long time, for some it was regaining their composure, for others it was simply catching their breath while trying to come to terms of the horror they had just witnessed. Not a word was breathed to one another and it seemed that the awkwardness would not end were it not for the arrival of a patrol of imperial guardsmen walking down the corridor towards the group. 'Don't shoot, Commissar Valkoth sent us to assist, whats the situation? A young sergeant equipped with his flak armor and a single laspistol and leading at the forefront of the patrol had spoken, he looked confused as he examined the oddball group clustered around the entrance to the cargo bay with a single barely functional Sentinel resting on its side covered with heretical graffiti. Beyond the blast doors the fire of the plasma purgation were still burning, the screams and roars had died out long ago leaving the perpetual sounds of the licking napalm flames against the metal door. The soldiers behind the sergeant stopped where they were, gripping their lasguns as they observed the group the dim light of the corridor was obscuring their faces and casting long dark shadows across the long stretch of the passageway. the Sergeant had positioned himself for his features to be clearly visible to the group however and it did not seem that he was hiding anything from the look on his face.
