All the faithful people of the imperial districts could do was to look up into the skies and wait... The dark miasma thick on spores they breathed polluted their bodies, and without their knowing, even the air around them plotted to consume them - as it too was a projection of my will. And the skies were black as their hopes. And their psykers laid isolated. All it took was a thought, and all of the lives in the planet below would know hell. Their hopes and their futures were dangling by the thread of my whim. And the thread was fragile... My hunger, insatiable. So I descended, my touch fell upon them like the faintest caress of a finger, yet to them it was like fire falling from the skies as hundreds of Mycetic Spores fell upon them, crushing the buildings they inhabited, the churches they hid in, and the statues of the heroes that would never come to save them. My Carnifexes rampaged through the hundreds of faithful innocents conglomerated at Aquila temples while my creatures more lithe caught the scattered panicked survivors one by one. As my Hormagaunts feasted on their still praying lips, still pleading hands, I watched the skies myself... Hoping too that the heroes of mankind come join us in this feast. Piercing swiftly through the Tyranid fleet blockading Tempestus IV, the Space Marines of the Clawing Ravens made planetfall. Their forces kept minimal, for who knows how long had the Tyranids been feasting upon this sector? Once the initial scouting detected survivors still on the surface, the rest of the Astartes forces - by now done with the lax resistance I offered in space - fell upon my children with all their might. Civilians still hid across the alleys, ran throughout the streets, and their screams echoed everywhere. The Tyranid presence upon the ground was far greater as well, as Carnifexes rammed the streets and bio titans crushed the spiralling cathedrals of their god-emperor. Passionate even more, the Space Marines used everything at their disposal - every ship capable of low orbit bombarding from above, all cruisers sending their drop pods... No one could have ever imagined, now could they? That even as their men played cat and mice upon that planet, my fleet, shadowed by my whispers, approached from behind... When I was close enough to smell the sweat of their faces, my ships constricted once more around the sealing fools. One by one their ships went up like sparkles, my bigger cruisers crushing their battleships with gaping maws, spilling Genestealers into their bellies before consuming the ships whole while my minions and their forces still did battle upon their innards. The battle in space was swift and decisive, as I let no psyker sane or otherwise able to call for aid. As I dealt the final blow on the forces below, many escape pods scattered throughout the stars, escaping from my lips and into the coldness of space. "Let them go", I said to my minions, to myself. "Let them spread the word. We... Will be waiting." As a myriad creatures constricted around his unit, Brother Sestus Gil drew upon the power of the warp to unleash a final flame to purge the Xenos. His mind was strangely clear then, without knowing that it was so only because I so fancied. He focused on the holy fire that was the will of the emperor but instead a presence leaked inside. Hey eyes were beautiful and golden, her hair was blue and her skin the palest... She looked like an Eldar, yet he knew no Farseer could pierce the Shadow of the Warp around him. When she spoke, her lips moved naught but her voice was too familiar... His mother, although she spoke with a strange accent employed only by the imperial planets on the far eastern fringe. Mesmerized by such dazzling vision, the Space Marines´ librarian listened to the apparition before letting the creatures rend his armour and devour his flesh. Did he expect words of warmth? A bliss before death? All he heard was her insane laughter, and her very coherent warning: "All shall burn." Little did the Space Marine know, I had employed the voice I once heard screaming, and the face I once tore apart with my claws. The accent? Well, I was not really familiar with the origin of this particular man so I had to take a guess - I presume he wasn't from the east? COMING SOON
About The Maw: This is an open, multi-faction, alternate universe RP, in which the Tyranid fleet Kraken has managed to defeat the major races of the galaxy (om nom). That leaves only a few scattered survivors (you, my next meal), to make a final stand. In this alternate reality there is no hope for retribution, no chance to fight them back. There is only the hope of dying with a bolter in your hand, or saving your immortal Eldar Soul from being devoured with your body. One last Waaagh! before it all fades away, or one last sacrifice to take for your Ta'lissera brothers. How to join? Send me a message with your character sheet, utilizing the following template: -Name -Race -Class (any and all accepted) -Craftworld/Sept/Chapter/Clan -Equipment (can be OP, cannot be godlike) Notes (edited 28/06/2014): -Balancing is still in progress. Need to see what people want to play in order to have a limit - still, if you've survived so long it is because you can handle yourself in battle. -Any race and class is permitted as long as they can be reasoned with and would cooperate with other races. This is RP, there's bound to be cooperation. -I need some time to write and gather players. This RP is coming soon. -Many people have come thinking this is an RP of all-battle - it's not. None of my projects are about guns and guts, they're more about a narrative. I want to explore what happens after all is lost in the different races, what of their beliefs and their prejudice - think of this RP as a 40k The Walking Dead. If you do not enjoy character and story development and are looking just to mow things with your chainsword, look away.
this... sounds interesting, i guess we fight alongside other races against the tyranids (humans, orks, eldar, etc fighting side by side?)
OOC I just made a daemon prince, a necron lord and a techmarine who collectes a bunch of things from imperial and other races. I am still waiting to see if the gm Will really allow any classes I havent pm the gm the charcters yet So gm do you allow daemon princes nercron lords and people who collect from any race
Yes. As I said, I'm bending the lore a little here. That's why my only requirement is that your character has a reason to be willing to cooperate with other races. (Therefor no daemons or Necron destroyers - nothing that cannot be reasoned with).
Maybe not. I need to think on some limits. I wrote all that yesterday at 5 am, after a night out so... Yah.
I'm still abiding somewhat by the lore, so be reasonable. My only requirement is that your character has a reason to be willing to cooperate with other races. (Therefor no daemons or Necron destroyers - nothing that cannot be reasoned with).
