I used your character as a GM, I can do this with any character when necessary. There is a balance of how detailed this RP should be - I tend to explain every main turn of events in terms of how it's prepared or justified, but if I describe every smallest part then we will have literally dozens of posts about just one act. Tandreus was given this artefact by Jain Zar (and he gave it to Sabios, in turn, assuming that Jain Zar doesnt note differences between legionnaires). Your character was supposed to deliver it this or another way to the Necrons' ship. And no, Sabios wasnt under Eldar mind-control, he acted in full conscience. He threw it at the Necron because the xenos started to retreat in the opposite direction from the Alpha legionnaires and they couldnt simply follow them with hundreds of flayer-cursed Necrons overwhelming both sides. He also fairly suggested that the Necrons wouldnt possibly allow him to step aboard their ship so secretly attaching the device to one of the Necrons was the easiest way in given circumstances. Actually once the Necrons get to their ship it's very likely they choose to proceed their own agendas, not that pursued by Jain Zar, thus there is only one option to bring them to her - by force. There will be parley, but later and under another circumstances, once the Necrons try to leave an infested tomb world.
I'd say I'll keep your head as a trophy but my weapon tends to leave nothing left of that part of the body. Perhaps I'll settle for a foot or possibly an arm? I must think about this.
Do you know what is great about Necrons? Spoiler: Answer You can make cutlery out of their bodies after you unlived them.
This looks pretty cool. Mind if I jump in? Name: Antonya “Cherno” Kaidanovsky Primary weapon: -Ultima Pattern Meltagun, christened “Kiedis.” Secondary Weapon: -Laser Pistol -Mono Knife Equipment -2x Frag Grenades -1x Smoke Grenade Personality: Antonya’s jovial cheer is an aura dampened not even by the subject of Orks--of whom she could make endless jokes and jabs. Loud, but light-hearted, the reason behind the woman’s seemingly unfitting nickname would become clear only in the chaos of battle. Meltagun in hand, her easy smile quickly becomes a grin of savage enjoyment. There'd be a clear edge of malice in her hoots, curses, and other taunts, betraying the hatred and rage within. History: Hive Death Mire had never been accommodating for the comforts and pleasures some worlds enjoyed, but for Antonya Kaidenovsky, it was home. The daily grind of building the Imperium’s war machines, the smog that poured forth from the many factorums that covered the expanses of her city, and enduring the cramped living, these were merely things the woman had grown up with. While life had never been easy, this Hive had raised strong workers, and at the end of a hard day, Antonya always found thanks for The God-Emperor, for the comforts she already had. Of course, all this changed the day the Greenskins landed upon her world, and the fires of war once again came to Armageddon. Antonya’s cheerful demeanor hardened as the battles raged on, the rations shrunk, and once comforting din of an industrial complex became interrupted by tremors and shockwaves, screams much too close to home for comfort. It was tiring, to say the least, to watch the streams of blood trickle by at the end of the day, wondering which neighbour that was tonight. One of her coworkers, maybe another pair of hands for the war effort lost in the heated exchanges of the day. The work got harder, the days got longer, and the stench of death grew stronger as Antonya’s fury grew. Suddenly, it wasn't enough to wield a welder any more. Each explosion that shook the walls around her only served to remind the woman that the fight was out there, where her hive, her world was being bled dry by this green plague. When the call came for a militia, civilian reinforcements for the straining Steel Legion, Antonya was among the first to exchange her oil-stained overalls for a worn mustard trench coat. That cracked standard issue lasgun wasn't much, but it was enough. Enough for her to taste the wicked satisfaction of watching an Ork perish by her hands, and to thirst for more. When the Season of Fire came, Antonya met it with a new purpose. She’d had her fill of the militia, her fill of defending, and now she wanted to push back. Assigned to the 301th Regiment, she was assigned to 5th company, 3rd platoon, a group dedicated to working as an Anti-Armour element, known for their moniker, “The Wreckers”. Part of the 11th “Wrecking Crew”, Antonya would soon see deployment in various offensives on her world, before her regiment was tasked off world, sent off to strike back against the enemies of the Imperium, and show once more, that Armageddon had not perished, that Armageddon would deal with the enemies of man as it always had. Through mud and blood, into victory beyond.
Very well, we have an imperial guardsWOMAN aboard the Sword of Orion . You grasped what's going on so far in this RP, its main plot, enemies, leaders and objectives? In a few words, if you havent become acquianted yet with all those things, the imperials aboard the cruiser Sword of Orion are heading towards the wreckage of the imperial Pandemius Observation Station to investigate what has happened there, they received an emergency transmission from one of the station's crew members.
I am sorry guys...I`ve been unexpectedly away for a few days...but I am back. Phew...finally...roleplay! ^^ Wait...wait...not an STC fragment?A...whole...undamaged...STC? :O WORLDS. WILL. BURN!! Ugh...hype got the better of me!Shame! Anyway...do our characters know what object they look for, or they only know...'rumors'?Cause...I kinda built my character around this item of legend, and I`d hate if I have to edit large portions of Cyon-Xi :3
What do you prefer? I intended to make players aware of rumours alone, because it would be interesting not only to look for the artefacts but actually study their functioning once they are found. But I can make exclusions for some players, that's not a problem
