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Post by Stelpher on Jan 27, 2014 0:17:33 GMT -5
Character looks interesting, i hope the mods approve her. Pop 'round to Rivet City for a drink some time.
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Post by Stelpher on Jan 26, 2014 23:47:16 GMT -5
The Deathless was asked to meet with the Dark Lord after the meeting, and so he was moving towards the balcony of Barad-dur the minute he left his seat. He arrived shortly after, and bowed deeply in the presence of his Lord. "How may i be of service, my lord?" He asked, in his usual wispy voice. "Deathless. Your task is to accompany me alone to the Dwarvish fortress of Khazad-dum. The King there has not been cooperative to the scouts I have sent there. He cannot deny the audience of Lord Sauron. But beware, they have a Maiar there."
The Deathless took in this information, then answered. "It will be my honor to escort you to the domain of the mortal races. As for the Maiar, i doubt they will be any trouble for one as powerful as yourself." He bowed again, then after receiving the last details of the plan, he bowed once more. "How would you like to travel, my lord? We have many horses within the stables. They will cause a longer travel, but will be much less suspicious. As for the Fell Beasts, it is the polar opposite. They will cause a greatly shorter travel, but can be seen from miles away."
After Sauron answered his question, he bowed one final time then departed, preparing himself to leave within the hour. One of the few things thoughts that entered his head was about this Maiar. Who were they? Would they cause any trouble? Would they be a threat? All this he had to take into account. Without a second thought, he decided to bring a Morgul blade, as it was a powerful and effective weapon, that should at the least slow down the Maiar. With that he waited for the Dark Lord Sauron, prepared to depart for his coming mission.
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Post by Stelpher on Jan 26, 2014 23:27:53 GMT -5
Buckweiser stood on the deck of The Black Skull, within close proximity to the Commodore and allowing him a good view over the whole of the ship. He liked this spot for those reasons, while at the same time it just felt calming, being able to watch over the ships activities. Steering away from the philosophy of a spot on the deck, he shaded his eyes and looked towards what was mean't to be an island. He kind of felt sorry for the soldiers that were based there. He had been with this crew for some years now, and he knew their fighting skills. They were fast, brutal and had a sense of honor, which made it all the more embarrassing for the soldiers that survived.
Looking down from the hazy horizon, he glanced again at the decks of the ship. The crew were gathering their equipment for the coming raid, while continuing to operate the ship. He reminisced silently, thinking of the days when he worked down there. It seemed like a lifetime ago. Jerome found himself whistling a tune, one that he couldn't quite remember where he heard it from. It was surely something he would have heard in his years of sailing the sea's, but he had been sailing so long, some things just seemed to blend into a blur of memory.. Either way, he found himself quietly whistling.
He unsheathed his swords, examining them in the midday sun. They were both sharp and clean, with not a nick anywhere to be seen. Happy with them, he carefully sheathed them again, then checked his pistols. He kept multiple strapped to his chest, as he had learned in battle you would not have enough time to reload them. He used them in a sort of 'one-shot' fashion, only firing once with each pistol then drawing his swords instead. The pistols all seemed to be in working order, so put them back in their holsters too. After a short while, the Commodore came out of his cabin with a carrier pigeon, releasing it. It flew over to The Sand Tiger, no doubt carrying orders or some other kind of information. Within five minutes, the carrier pigeon was back in his hands.
Jerome strolled over to the Commodore, nodding his head in respect before making eye contact. "Anything new from The Sand Tiger?" After he received his answer, he nodded respectively again then strolled back over to his spot on the deck. It really was a nice spot, he thought to himself, readying for the raid soon to come.
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Post by Stelpher on Jan 24, 2014 5:12:33 GMT -5
The Deathless stood behind his chair, waiting for the Dark Lord to enter the room. He had received the call as all the nine had, and had made it here as swiftly as possible. He had known the final battle would soon be approaching, and he assumed this meeting would put it all in motion. He was ready, if not eager, to watch as the kingdoms of Middle Earth breathed their last breaths while the legions of Morder marched towards them. He felt the dark presence of Sauron approaching.
The Dark Lord entered the room, sitting on his throne and signalling the Nine to sit as well. The Deathless waited for all the others to take their seats before he took his own. "My loyal servants, how goes this conquest." He listened as all the others gave their reports, giving his in turn. Nothing that wasn't already general knowledge. Updates about the Men of the East, the orcs and the and the rest of Middle Earth.
He concluded his report with: "The resistance in Minas Ithil continues to wither, while the Forces of Morder gather on the plateau of Gorgoroth. They await your final order My Lord." His voice heard all around the room, while remaining no louder than a whisper. After he waited and watched as the remaining Nazgul gave their reports, informing of other lands around Morder, of both allies and enemies. As the final Nazgul finished speaking, they all turned to Sauron, awaiting his next orders.
(Thought i'd post now, so not to hold up the thread, will make another character when possible. Hope you enjoy.)
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Post by Stelpher on Jan 21, 2014 8:00:40 GMT -5
Name: Jerome Buckweiser Gender: Male Age: 37 Race: Caucasian Appearance: Standing at roughly 6', Jerome has a muscular frame. He has shoulder-length dark hair, a short, bristly beard and tanned skin from being out on sea for so long. He has watchful blue eyes and a few battle scars across his body. Attire: Personality: Fiercely loyal to the captain, Quiet (he doesn't say anything unless required to). Equipment: 2 swords (Holstered on back), 4 one-shot pistols (strapped to his chest). Rank: Lieutenant Backstory: Jerome drifted through life, not really sure where it would take him. He passed from job to job, getting by, without wasting his time on hopes and dreams he could never reach. He worked in ports, in market stalls, all over the place. Always indifferent, whenever he lost a job he would find a new one. After a long days work at one of the ports, he went to the local tavern to buy a drink, or two, or three. Everything got a little blurry and next thing he knew, he had joined a crew of pirates. After that, life led him to do this and that. He learnt all the skills of piracy, from swordsmanship to more ship work and maintenance. The years went by, he moved from crew to crew, ship to ship. He went to jail a few time, drunk lots and got into a fair share of fights. Eventually he found himself on a massive galleon, named The Black Skull. He become friends with the Captain, and slowly climbed the ranks. Now he sits as the loyal Lieutenant of Commodore Gordon Bloodsmear, Captain of The Black Skull, leader of The Black Skull Pirates.
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Post by Stelpher on Jan 21, 2014 5:30:52 GMT -5
Thirianna took a comfy little seat in the middle of the room, leaning back in her chair as the others filed in. The Inquisitor who had gathered them was sitting behind his desk telling them why he had assembled them. He spoke a Chaos Lord who was the source of the Chaos uprising in this system. Although she appreciated the information, she really couldn't care less why they were suppose to help him save the Immperium, she was only there trying to stop it because the instability in this system could create a portal to the Warp. This worried Craftworld Ulthwe greatly. That was her mission.
"Any questions?" He said at last. She voiced her opinion. "Mister Inquisitor, may i ask why protecting the humans is any of my concern? I am only here for the purpose of serving my Craftworld, nothing more." She gave another devilish grin. "And i'm pretty sure some of the people in this room have their own missions to attend to." She became aware of a lot of psychic activity in the area. Before she could hear the Inquisitors reply, asked if she could be excused and then left the room, promising to be back in a minute.
Surveying the lobby room, she noticed multiple things. A group of humans preparing to attack, one of which a psyker themselves. A member of her races disgusting off-shoots, a so-called "Dark Eldar", sitting on the couch. The most interesting was a psychic conversation going on between the individual and another of his kin, somewhere unknown to her. She abruptly jumped into the conversation of the minds, politely asking "Awwww, does he have to leave so soon? But i haven't even gotten the chance to introduce myself yet" Whilst simultaneously saying out-loud "State your business wretch, this is hardly an appropriate place for an individual such as yourself."
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Post by Stelpher on Jan 21, 2014 3:11:17 GMT -5
Welcome to the family Cordon, we hope you enjoy your stay. If you need help with anything, a Mod will be sure to help you. And don't worry about holding up the standards, they aren't anything special. See you 'round! -Stelpher
P.S Don't forget to sign up for Chatango, so you can join in our.....'exotic' conversations. (Found on the middle side bar, if you can't find it)
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Post by Stelpher on Jan 21, 2014 3:04:58 GMT -5
Rah'mun strolled into the camp, first noticing the increase in its size. It was filled with oddly shaped soldiers, a kind easily recognizable. Demons, or 'SPARTAN's as they call themselves. He was first confused by their presence, then angered. The only reason they would come down here would be if they believed the Sangheili couldn't handle things. This frustrated Rah'mun immensely. He punched a nearby tree, in an attempt to vent his feelings. It worked to a degree, the splintered crater on the bark showing as much. He then walked into the camp, looking for the Field Marshal.
He saw them near the center, his squad-mates speaking with who he assumed were the commanding officers of the humans. He walked towards the group, greeted his squad-mates and nodded in the general direction of the Demons, then sat down on a nearby log. Although it was not uncommon for Unggoy to 'disappear', the body could still possibly be found. They would have to assault the site soon, before such a thing could happen.
In the meantime, he busied himself with the well-being of his team, seeing how they all were. He asked them each how they were putting up with the situation, as well as what had happened during his time of absence. He was a little shocked by how long he had actually been gone, to him the time went by much quicker. He also compared notes with Vaht about the Forerunner site, making sure he didn't miss anything.
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Post by Stelpher on Jan 20, 2014 8:29:59 GMT -5
I got Sab in, he is all for the pirate thing.
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Post by Stelpher on Jan 18, 2014 8:34:25 GMT -5
A young human male leaning against the wall smirked at her joke, while the rest just gave her odd looks. "Well at least one of you has a sense of humor" Thirianna muttered silently, examining the runes embedded into the sleeves of her clothes. She heard a small uproar from the adjacent room. Soon after, a proud (yet obviously stupid)man, of whom she guessed was an Inquisitor, strode into the room. It wasn't long before he noticed her.
He started yelling overzealous crap about her being a 'xeno' and drew his crude chainsword. A human at his side, obviously a Space Marine also drew his. The young Space Marine from earlier even began to pull out his pistol, oddly with his eyes set on the humans instead of her. So they had dignity after all. She looked at the approaching human, and had to cover her mouth. She was laughing, she couldn't hold it in, so she just started chuckling out loud. They really thought they were any match for her?
Before she could do anything more, another human, one of the Inquisitors man-servants, interrupted and ask that they all were to step into a different room. Calming herself down, she told the Wraithguard to wait then stood up and walked near the door, purposely standing beside the Inquisitor who wanted to kill her. "You should thank the messenger, i believe he just saved your life" She smirked, then turned her head to look him in the eyes. "Also when i inevitably kill you, how would you like me to do it? I can disintegrate you, incinerate you, decapitate you, send you to the Warp or just simply levitate you high into the air and drop you." All the while she kept up an innocent smile. She quickly stepped into the next room before he could reply, then looked at her new surroundings.
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Post by Stelpher on Jan 18, 2014 7:08:09 GMT -5
The Field Marshal had a task for Rah'mun, and Vaht too. They were to scout out a Forerunner site. "Take whatever weapons you need from the pile" He said, although Rah just reached for his side. "My blade is all i shall require for simple scouting." He replied. The Field Marshal nodded once then began to leave. As Vaht had approached the site from the north, Rah decided he should head to the south.
After minutes of walking, searching and backtracking, he found what he was looking for. The Forerunner site was a small in a small clearing at the bottom of the valley, it also happened to be guarded by covenant troops. He crouch in the long grass, watching from a distance. He saw a glint on the other side of the valley, he assumed that would be Vaht leaving, he decided he should also take his leave soon enough.
After another ten minutes of watching Rah decided it was time to leave. On the way back, he heard a noise, it was a high pitched extremely annoying voice, one that he knew all too well. It was an Unggoy. He silently drew his sword, just in case he would have to use it. In front of him was a large, and thick, tree. He slowly moved around it. It was then he bumped into the Unggoy. For a moment, both were to shocked to react. Realizing that the Unggoy was just about to scream and give away his position, he thrust his sword through its throat and into its torso. After emitting a quiet screeching noise, it fell limp on his blade.
He disabled the blade and holstered it to his belt again, moving back to base more cautiously. He zig-zagged his way back, extending the time of his journey by an hour, but reducing the chances of being successfully tracked. Once he felt contempt with that, he sprinted back towards the camp. He was close now, he could see the clearing where they built their make-shift base through the trees. He suddenly tripped over a tree root. He muttered silently before getting up and dusting himself off, deciding he would walk the rest of the way.
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Post by Stelpher on Jan 14, 2014 23:17:08 GMT -5
Kirra looked at Vicky for a moment, still processing what she just heard. She then tried to form some kind of reply, stumbling over her words. "Um, yeah sure. That would be great." She blurted out, then tilted her head slightly. "But um, aren't your friends going to be missing you?" Victoria explained to her that she just told them to meet back in half an hour. Kirra nodded. "Okay, just let me stop by my room first, i need to put away a few things."
While on the walk back to her room, through the dull grey walls of Rivet City, all kinds of different thoughts were running through her head. 'Did she just invite over? To her place?' One voice seemed to say, while another argued 'Duh! You're friends, of course she didn't mean it the way you're thinking.' Kirra nearly tripped walking into her room. Damn those doors were annoying. She put down her backpack and stripped off her armour, slipping into more casual attire of ripped jeans and a dirty blue t-shirt. She then flopped onto the bed.
The voices in her head wouldn't shut up just quite yet. 'Just because you think it won't happen, doesn't mean it won't.' One said, while the other simply replied 'She's a machine, of course it won't.' And with that, the realization hit her, she's an android, she shouldn't have voices in her head. And just like that, they were gone. She quickly sprayed a bit of water on her face, then was off to visit her old friend.
Kirra stood outside the door of her friends room, then knocked on the door politely. "Umm, hey, i'm back."
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Post by Stelpher on Jan 14, 2014 21:06:33 GMT -5
I shall make a character to join this sometime soon.
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Post by Stelpher on Jan 14, 2014 5:24:41 GMT -5
Thirianna was not at all shocked by this proclamation, very few saw the Eldar of Ulthwe, even fewer could tell them apart from any other Eldar. Craftworld Ulthwe did, after all, orbit the Eye of Terror and most human were terrified to go anywhere near it. The is human did seem to have some interest in Eldar, so she thought she might as well give a bit of an explanation.
"They're standard issue Ulthwe Wraithguard Constructs, don't be so surprised." She gave another small smile before giving him a cold stare. "Well i guess we might as well go to this meeting point of yours." And with that, she was off in the direction of the place, the priest following close behind. She stopped for a moment to spit, a foul taste had built up in her mouth. This happened when she spoke the human language. It was disgusting and left a terrible taste in her mouth that was an absolute bother to remove.
After several minutes of walking, she finally stopped at the front door of the building she was searching for. It seemed to be a repair station for human vehicles, and Thirianna wasn't surprised in the slightest to see it dusty and dirty as any other building. She glanced at the priest again. "I believe it would be rude if i went in first." She said, before stepping aside to let him pass. She glanced over to check on the Wraiths, made a quick comment in Eldar,then followed into the building.
It was, just like the outside, dusty, dirty and terribly crowded. She was directed to a back room which was filled with a small group of humans, each she had seen in her dream on the ship. And, as she looked closer, a few were even Inquisitors. She didn't like this, not one bit, but made no outward appearance of these feelings. She simply sat on a relatively comfy chair and looked around the room again, the Wraiths taking up a position either side of her. She agreed with her previous thought, this room was way too crowded.
In the back of her head she felt a niggling sensation, like something was there that she should be aware of, but she couldn't quite make it out. It was a familiar feeling, like being able to sense her fellow Eldar around her. Only it wasn't. It was like an Eldar, but twisted and evil. After giving it some quick thought, she brought it down to all the Inquisitors around her. They gave of a very odd psychic vibe, due to large amounts of psychological conditioning that she assumed they must go through to be the loyal to their so called "Emperor".
After getting tired of the awkwardness in the room, she decided to say something, to "break the ice" as humans would say. "Now correct me if i say this wrong, i don't fully understand your language yet, but am i the only one here thinking this place is a...how would you say? 'Shithole'?" She said, with the most innocent smile she could draw upon.
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Post by Stelpher on Jan 14, 2014 1:33:05 GMT -5
Rah'mun strode past the beds of the injured Zealots. Luckily, most of the crew survived the crash in one piece. Some however, were not so lucky. Rah managed to reach one of the end ones, where one of his squad lay still in bed. Alei was her name, but that was about all he knew of her. Vaht, sitting beside her, stood up and led Rah'mun a few meters away to talk, letting Alei rest in peace.
"Greetings, Rah'mun. We did not get much time to converse before our mission. What have you been through in your career?" The question was pretty blunt, most usually tried a more indirect method of bringing up ones past, as not all wanted to talk about what they had been through. Rah had to admit, this bunch of Zealots was certainly and interesting one.
"Well, i started as any other Sangheili, i started at the bottom and worked my way up." Rah'mun answered simply. "I fought in every battle i possibly could, my ambitions eventually leading me here, to your squad." He then smiled at Vaht. "But you need not hear this from me, i know you have access to my file, which will tell you everything from a less personal, self centered view."
Rah then looked at the wounded female standing now standing by the medical area, glancing over at the crash site. "Is she going to be alright?" He asked, indicating toward her, a hint of concern behind the question. He quickly covered this up with a stone face "Because i don't want her to slow us down any more than we already need to." He had lost squad before, but he also knew how much Sangheili hated not dying in battle. If she died in a crash, she would die without the pride of a warrior, a death all Sangheili are afraid of.
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