Board Thread:Warhammer 40k Roleplay/@comment-4948356-20141004143923/@comment-4948356-20141110161806

OOC Uh... patton... you did understant the 'trick' right?

How most of the ships weren't actually there...

(Also, I'll let it slide this time, but remember the rules, No damage without the opposing players consent.)



And as for the grammer issues...

I do appertiate the concern about such things and I do try to check my posts as much as possible, but do to my hectic schedule these days, I'm not give much time to look over things before I post. I do try to do some quality control though, just not as much as I want to...



Also: Final call for relicus Prime. I'm closing it off at 11;00 PM U.S. Eastern standard time tonight.



Player list:

Me

Sanguinior

Reinno



Remeber, this is the last call of Relicus.



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<p style="color:rgb(58,58,58);font-family:Helvetica,Arial,sans-serif;font-size:13.63636302948px;line-height:22px;">In the realm of the warpforge... In the depths of vulture's palace.

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<p style="color:rgb(58,58,58);font-family:Helvetica,Arial,sans-serif;font-size:13.63636302948px;line-height:22px;">As vulture walked into the depths, the huge white doors began to appear in the distance, The entrance the dark labs.

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<p style="color:rgb(58,58,58);font-family:Helvetica,Arial,sans-serif;font-size:13.63636302948px;line-height:22px;">During his imprisonment in the warp, he found it prudent when building his citadel, to build a 'special' laboratory, one to help along his conquest.

<p style="color:rgb(58,58,58);font-family:Helvetica,Arial,sans-serif;font-size:13.63636302948px;line-height:22px;">It was here that his dreaded S.I.N.s had been born, his pet dog, 935, the daemon warte's, and many, many more horrors that are too despicable to name.

<p style="color:rgb(58,58,58);font-family:Helvetica,Arial,sans-serif;font-size:13.63636302948px;line-height:22px;">Entering the lab, vulture turned to the corner to the access the upper walkways, where he could oversee the whole lab.

<p style="color:rgb(58,58,58);font-family:Helvetica,Arial,sans-serif;font-size:13.63636302948px;line-height:22px;">Reaching the top of the stairs, he looked out over the thousands of cells. His pet was happily devouring prisoners from the warbands they had wiped out in their opening assualt.

<p style="color:rgb(58,58,58);font-family:Helvetica,Arial,sans-serif;font-size:13.63636302948px;line-height:22px;">However, his attention was focused more on how his latest had subjects had... adapted to their new homes. Looking outward, he spotted Subject C crying in a corner. A juvie from some world he couldn't remember, she, along with several others prospects had been taken from a black ship that wartep had captured during an operation.

<p style="color:rgb(58,58,58);font-family:Helvetica,Arial,sans-serif;font-size:13.63636302948px;line-height:22px;">But back to subject C, after extensive expirementation, C has been gifted with greatly enhacned telekenisis abilities. Was it because of her connection to the warp? or was it something else? In any case, the expirements enhanced her abilities further, unlocking many of here inate abilities, such as pyrokinesis, telepathy, Psychokinesis, and a whole host of others.

<p style="color:rgb(58,58,58);font-family:Helvetica,Arial,sans-serif;font-size:13.63636302948px;line-height:22px;">She would be a great assest... if it wasn't for her seemingly endless resitance. No matter how hard his 'assistints' have tried, she refuses everytime. Not even wartex, was able to 'subjegate' her. A resitance to the contract had never been seen before... and was a very dangerous thing...

<p style="color:rgb(58,58,58);font-family:Helvetica,Arial,sans-serif;font-size:13.63636302948px;line-height:22px;">At this point, her abilites were the only thing stopping Vulture from simply crushing her... he would break her yet...

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<p style="color:rgb(58,58,58);font-family:Helvetica,Arial,sans-serif;font-size:13.63636302948px;line-height:22px;">The sound of bolter shell rang out suddenly, distracting vulture from C. It had come from Subject S's cell, who seemed to be coming around to his way of thinking... but his was not entirely sane thinking...

<p style="color:rgb(58,58,58);font-family:Helvetica,Arial,sans-serif;font-size:13.63636302948px;line-height:22px;">Looking down at the scene below, subject S had gotten a hold of a bolt pistol, smoke spilling from the barrel as he kept it pointed at his head. Of the three guards in the cell, one lay on the floor dead, whilst the other two pointed their lazrifles at S. Fools.

<p style="color:rgb(58,58,58);font-family:Helvetica,Arial,sans-serif;font-size:13.63636302948px;line-height:22px;">What happened next was an entirely predictable outcome, knowing S. Before the next guard could fire, S had pulled his trigger again, firing another shell into his head. But instead of his head, the second guard's head exploded instead. The third fired, only for him to fall back dead, a sizziling hole in his head. Of course, during the whole affair, Subject S still had that huge, crazed smile on his face. "A pitty though..." thought vulture, "That such an ability has such an easy counter to it."

<p style="color:rgb(58,58,58);font-family:Helvetica,Arial,sans-serif;font-size:13.63636302948px;line-height:22px;">As vulture began walking away, the cell was soon locked down and the sleeping gas was blown in, that crazed smile still plastered on his face.

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<p style="color:rgb(58,58,58);font-family:Helvetica,Arial,sans-serif;font-size:13.63636302948px;line-height:22px;">After checking on several other expirements, he finally made his way to the labs, were wartev, wearing a bright pink and sickly green lab coat over his armor, his double grin taking up most of his face. Seeing him enter, wartev bowed as usual, and procceded to talk.

<p style="color:rgb(58,58,58);font-family:Helvetica,Arial,sans-serif;font-size:13.63636302948px;line-height:22px;">Wartev: "My lord, it so wonderful that your here for the expeirements! I have so many things that I..."

<p style="color:rgb(58,58,58);font-family:Helvetica,Arial,sans-serif;font-size:13.63636302948px;line-height:22px;">Unlike wartev's brothers, vulture very much enjoyed wartev and his personality in general. It was like he lived in world seperate from any reality, something that has calmed him many times over the past few years... that and his brilliant mind for expierements. And having seen his 'art' collection, it was clear where wartev belonged...

<p style="color:rgb(58,58,58);font-family:Helvetica,Arial,sans-serif;font-size:13.63636302948px;line-height:22px;">Vulture: "Indeed you do... but let us concentrate on the one in front of us my friend...

<p style="color:rgb(58,58,58);font-family:Helvetica,Arial,sans-serif;font-size:13.63636302948px;line-height:22px;">Wartev: "Oh, right, yes my lord, Forgive me."

<p style="color:rgb(58,58,58);font-family:Helvetica,Arial,sans-serif;font-size:13.63636302948px;line-height:22px;">Turning towards an operating table, the shackes shook and clinked loudly as the astare struggled against his bindings. A captured Angel of Reconciliation, he was selected for a very special procedure.

<p style="color:rgb(58,58,58);font-family:Helvetica,Arial,sans-serif;font-size:13.63636302948px;line-height:22px;">Wartev: "Building off of the succes of the S.I.N. program, I thought that we could try and weaponize a standard marine again."

<p style="color:rgb(58,58,58);font-family:Helvetica,Arial,sans-serif;font-size:13.63636302948px;line-height:22px;">Vulture: "If I remeber correctly, we discarded space marines and humans as canidates..."

<p style="color:rgb(58,58,58);font-family:Helvetica,Arial,sans-serif;font-size:13.63636302948px;line-height:22px;">Wartev: "Because human warp pontential is random, and it would mean searching or taking warp potentials from hundreds of worlds, which is why we swiched to eldar."

<p style="color:rgb(58,58,58);font-family:Helvetica,Arial,sans-serif;font-size:13.63636302948px;line-height:22px;">Vulture: "Which worked better because of their connection to the warp... but..."

<p style="color:rgb(58,58,58);font-family:Helvetica,Arial,sans-serif;font-size:13.63636302948px;line-height:22px;">Wartev: "But we were forced to scrap them because their soul gems weren't compatable. Which is why I suggested using the dark eldar..."

<p style="color:rgb(58,58,58);font-family:Helvetica,Arial,sans-serif;font-size:13.63636302948px;line-height:22px;">Vulture: "Becuase their corrupted nature made them compatable, if I remember correctly."

<p style="color:rgb(58,58,58);font-family:Helvetica,Arial,sans-serif;font-size:13.63636302948px;line-height:22px;">Wartev: "Yes!! And now they are the robotic assassins with warp abilites we know and love today... but I believe the same process can be done on the space marine, if we splice him with a dark eldar..."

<p style="color:rgb(58,58,58);font-family:Helvetica,Arial,sans-serif;font-size:13.63636302948px;line-height:22px;">Vulture: "You mean combine their DNA with the warpforge?"

<p style="color:rgb(58,58,58);font-family:Helvetica,Arial,sans-serif;font-size:13.63636302948px;line-height:22px;">Wartev: "No dummy, We're going to combine the whole pacage!"

<p style="color:rgb(58,58,58);font-family:Helvetica,Arial,sans-serif;font-size:13.63636302948px;line-height:22px;">Vulture then noticed anotehr operating table was rising from the ground, with a dark eldar trapped on it...

<p style="color:rgb(58,58,58);font-family:Helvetica,Arial,sans-serif;font-size:13.63636302948px;line-height:22px;">Vulture was speechless for a minute... then remebered his own expeience in the warpforge... when his body... when he fused with Malal. If a astare and a god could fuse...

<p style="color:rgb(58,58,58);font-family:Helvetica,Arial,sans-serif;font-size:13.63636302948px;line-height:22px;">Vulture: "Well... this will be interseting at any rate..."

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<p style="color:rgb(58,58,58);font-family:Helvetica,Arial,sans-serif;font-size:13.63636302948px;line-height:22px;">Meanwhile... in Warp tranist.

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<p style="color:rgb(58,58,58);font-family:Helvetica,Arial,sans-serif;font-size:13.63636302948px;line-height:22px;">As "The Draconis" moved through the warp, Its commander sat in a circular room, letting his mechandrites slowly build the combi-bolter he had taken apart so many times.

<p style="color:rgb(58,58,58);font-family:Helvetica,Arial,sans-serif;font-size:13.63636302948px;line-height:22px;">Whilst he was no psycher, he could feel that their were close to Relicus. He remebered the intel reports that wartew had sent following his discovery of the planet. How he had detected the nurgle's corruption of the planet... that alone made it worth investiageting. Given the goals of the invasion, anything linked to nurgle would become a prime target. However he couldn't help thinking how Vulture would over come 'grandfather'. He remebered how before he could be given nurgles 'gift', vulture's agents had interfered. He remembered how vulture himself had convinced him to fight against his former master. But despite vultures insitance, Primus felt the need to provve himself to vulture. Not out of pride or fear as others, but to be worthy of being in his presence. That is why he had to take the planet an purge it of the putrid stains, and any interlopers that had made their way there...

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<p style="color:rgb(58,58,58);font-family:Helvetica,Arial,sans-serif;font-size:13.63636302948px;line-height:22px;">OOC: (Will edit post to include actions on ardent 3 soon)