sorry i was having a bit of a slack off weekend. Though it was not all in vein since i manage to acquire some new games for my computer: Expect the RP to continue some time today or tomorrow. LET THE GALAXY BURN!
Okay guys lets get this show on the road! *You approach the hermit with caution, extend your right arm to him and firmly grasp a soggy, pale hand. The grip only lasted before the hermit let go and chuckled softly to himself. You eye him fiercely as if expecting a trap, but he just walks carefully towards an old bookcase and pulls out a dusty, old Imperial map of the planet and lays it on top of a table top nearby.* Hermit: *Points to a location on the map* "This is where we currently are at! The once proud church of Saint Celestine! Bah!" *he looks around for a minute in disgust, then moves his hand to another location* "This is the governor's palace stationed inside the planet's capital, we must go there to retrieve an item of.....significant importance that will become critical to our mission! We'll have to get disguises though. So we'll have to raid a settlement and steal some clothes, if we want even the slightest chance to get in! " You: "You don't think we can slip in undetected?" *An explosions and gunfire are heard in the distance with orkish cries of ire can be heard. Along with cries of IG dying and panicking in secession.* Hermit: *Smacks you in the head and sighs* "War surrounds us you fool! You don't expect the gods to show mercy to rejects such as ourselves! Now the nearest settlement is close by---- " You: "How many miles is it and how many guards will there be?" Hermit: *staggers* "It's only a few kilometers from here and guards only number a dozen.....You don't expect to get in that easily do you? You still need me remember?" You: *Chuckles and pulls out proton rifle* "Unless you got a weapon and a death wish then I suggest you stay here. I'll come back with your disguises soon enough...." *Okay so you pack your things, sprint outside the village, and carefully travel over a hundred paces over the bodies of dead imperials and orks, until you come upon a hilltop overlooking another small village. Unlike what the hermit said the "outpost" has no guards, no security, and basically looks like nothing more than a makeshift, rundown tavern so simply created that even a half drunk grot would've made it from scratch.* Your orders? A.) KILL EVERYTHING IN SIGHT! B.) Make a badass entrance and hire a merc to aid you? C.) Go round up some heretics and pay the governor a visit? D.) Go look for an ACTUAL imperial outpost?
C:Time for a regime change around here.... Then we can get more forces of Chaos here and let the worship begin.
