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Post by Stelpher on Jan 13, 2014 5:27:34 GMT -5
Character Submission[Work In Progress] Name: "Fluffy" (K9-PD 'WatchDog' custom variant) Race: Machine Age: 16 Standard Human Years Sex: N/A Build: N/A Height: Short, roughly 2"7'. Length: 2 m (Head to tail) Trade: Personal Defence Robot. Affiliation: Peach Co Weapon(s): Teeth, Claws, Tail spikes, Forced engine venting (Forcefully venting heat from engine out of mouth, resulting in quick but dangerous cooling as well as a powerful breath weapon). Apparel & Armor: Reinforced Metal Carapace Items & Gear: Spare parts, collar with name-tag. Special: Small repair drone. Extra Notes: Runs on Blood Stone. (Not sure what to do about backstory, probably need your help with that. Hope this is all okay, tell me if you want me to change anything)
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Post by Stelpher on Jan 12, 2014 6:27:14 GMT -5
Thirianna cursed silently to herself. She had most certainly lost the Inquisitor, and with all these people around, it would be impossible to pick out his thread on the skein. She leaned against the dirty wall of a building, watching as the masses pass by. The Wraithguard waited at the entrance to the small side road, sensing her agitation.
After a few minutes of mumbling and muttering, Thirianna decided she should try to relax. She composed herself, straightening her robes and adjusting her armour, then left in search of some kind of drink. "Are you feeling better?" One of the wraiths whispered from beside Thirianna. "Much, thanks" She replied, as she found what looked like a kind of human 'cafe', but not as run down as the rest of the cities shops.
Although a little unusual, she was treated as any other customer would be, and was visited by a waitress to "take her order". She ordered a strange human beverage, as well as a small pastry apparently called a 'Croissant'. The pastry had a sweet, satisfying taste to it, and she wondered if she could get these on Ulthwe. The drink however, was disgusting, and she spat it out immediately. How could humans like this "Co-Feh" so much? It was simply wretched.
After paying for her meal, with scraps of tin she had 'borrowed' from one of the other customers, she stood outside to stretch. She started to wonder some more. If she was suppose to carry out her mission here, she might as well get used to the place. It was at that moment however, she was approached by a dirty old man.
He was strange, that was for sure, and had an odd air about him. He started speaking. "Excuse me, you are.....Thirianna, i presume?" For the fact that he knew her name, she was tempted to set him aflame right there and then. A human could not and should not know the name of a lowly Warlock. Although her suspicion quickly vanished after a quick look at the skein, she realized that his thread was linked to many others, what she did now could have a very important impact, for both her and those others. His next few words confirmed this theory.
"Good, i have been sent here by an Inquisitor, he is very anxious to meet you. Would you follow me please?" Thirianna only had to think for a second before coming to the conclusion. These human Inquisitors were not to be trusted under any circumstance. And yet, if she refused, she would most likely not live to see her mission out. So was the difficulty of dealing with Inquisitors. On another note, what one would want with her? That baffled her.
"Very well" She replied with a smile. "On the condition that my..." she indicated the Wraiths "...friends can come with me." She watched the old human. There was no need to ask, his fate was set in stone at this moment in time. The only thing left to do was watch it play out...
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Post by Stelpher on Jan 7, 2014 18:48:12 GMT -5
Thirianna woke from her rest aboard the her small Eldar frigate. The dream had been about the system she now entering. She saw many interesting people, two Space Marines, a Mon'Keigh trader, a member of the Kabalites and to her surprise, multiple Inquisitors. Of course, she knew this was not a simple dream. These would be people she will come across during her time on this mission.
She stretched and walked to the Dining Hall. She had to eat her meal in solitude though, as she was the only living creature on this ship. After, she strode to the bridge, to watch and assess the system. A large jungle world, teeming with creatures that yearn for the blood of all foolish enough to approach them. A desert world, covered in shifting sands that reflect the blazing heat of the sun. A colony world, or "Hiveworld" as the humans call it. This will be filled to the brim with the scum of the universe, and so was the ideal location for a Chaos Incursion. A factory world, where people work night and day under the watchful gaze of the "Techpriests". The last was a radioactive wasteland, a planet that had already tasted the power of the warp.
Thirianna decided she would land on the city planet, the one they call "Omega III". She had roughly two hours until landing in the cities port, and so had to find a way to occupy herself in the time remaining. First, she went to the Armory and performed the ritual to put on her armor. She took her Witchblade and Fusion Pistol, equipping them to her belt. She then moved to the hanger, where the Wraithguard constructs were being stored. There were two of them, each hulking figures at roughly eight feet tall, each holding a standard issue Wraithcannon. Thriranna carefully opened a Wraithbone container, and took out two Spirit Stones. She carefully placed each into the center of the constructs and watched as they slowly awoke.
"How...may we serve?" The wraiths said in that breathy tone souls seem to love using. "You are to accompany and protect me during my mission in a foreign system." Thirianna told them formally, then seemed to relax a little. "How is you body feeling?" She asked, a little concerned. "It feels unnatural, but familiar. I have no problem with it." They replied simultaneously. It was the usual reply. She nodded then walked to the bridge, signalling for the wraiths to accompany her. They were now in orbit above the planet. She found a port to land in, then locked in the coordinates to the auto-pilot. She then strode back to the hanger, waiting for landing.
The door opened and a ramp extended to the ground of the bustling city. Thirianna looked over the bustling city, its streets crowded and dirty, filled with criminals who would stab you in the back without a moments hesitation. A few people seemed surprised and gave odd looks to the Eldar ship, but majority of the people didn't care. In the corner of her eye she noticed something. Two individuals, a human trader and an Inquisitor, both from her dream. This was a good sign. She decided she should probably follow them. She stepped down onto the ground off the ramp, it was crowded and there was no space, but she could fix that. Thirianna psychically called the wraiths, who stomped down the ramp and set up positions beside her. The crowd immediately back away in a circle around them. She closed the ramp of the ship then locked it down, so only she could activate the vessel.
She started moving in the direction she last saw the Inquisitor, the crowd parting before her. A young human from the crowd thought he might take a stab at her, literally as well as metaphorically. Others were soon discouraged from doing the same as the human became a mutilated bloody smear on the floor, courtesy of one of the wraiths. She was confident that she could survive in the useless husk of a planet, but with all these people, discovering a Chaos Incursion might not be as easy as she suspected.
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Post by Stelpher on Jan 7, 2014 5:50:44 GMT -5
The only Inquisitors that can wear power armor are grey knights, and we banned them.
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Post by Stelpher on Jan 7, 2014 5:48:26 GMT -5
Name: Mirrian Taylor
Race: Human
Age: 18
Appearance: Mirrian has long, tangled black hair, pale skin and a thin, athletic figure. She has sharp multi-coloured eyes, one being a bright blue while the other is a dark red. She wears a dark grey top and black pants, with gloves that begin at her elbows as well as leather boots. She has a cautious aura about her, constantly suspicious of her surroundings. Mirrian also has a dagger sheathed on her right leg for protection.
Profession: Thief.
When Mirrian was 5 years old, her parents were killed in the fire in which her house burned down in. She was sent off to an orphanage and had to work at a young age. She learnt a few skills while she was there, but was a bit of a troublemaker and by the age of 10 was kicked out after causing harm to a member of staff. Left out on the street, with nothing but the clothes on her back, she had to resort to begging. This managed to get her by for a time, but eventually she had to find another way to get money.
She tried to get a job, anything from working at Inn's to tending to horses. Sadly, she had no such luck. People didn't want an urchin (usually means poor or homeless person) working with or for them, it was unpleasant and gave a bad reputation. The only other jobs she could possibly get were as a slave or worse. So, with seemingly nowhere else to turn to, she resorted to theft.
Although at first Mirrian felt bad for those she stole from, the realisation eventually came to her that it was a harsh world out there, and you had to do what you could to survive. She only stole what she needed to get by and miscellaneous things that nobody would miss if she took and sold them. She rarely got caught and on the few occasions she did, she managed to escape and hide until things died down a little. Mirrian eventually came to the conclusion that she should get a means of protecting herself, and bought a dagger. She had no idea how to use it, and hoped she never would have to, but it was comforting to have it there. As the years past by she had multiple smaller weapons hidden throughout her body just in case she lost her dagger.
Later, at the age of 18, she tried to steal from a rich merchant who had temporarily set up shop. She almost succeeded, but as she tried to leave she was caught. She managed to avoid the guards, but she couldn't reach any of her usual hiding places and had to flee the city. She followed one of the many trade routes until she found a small town in the middle of nowhere. She got a room at the local inn. She was going to hide here for a while, let things calm down a bit in the city.
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Post by Stelpher on Jan 6, 2014 22:18:14 GMT -5
What do you think?
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Post by Stelpher on Jan 6, 2014 22:17:41 GMT -5
Name: The Deathless (formally Alderond Ethrule)
Race: Nazgul
Age: 1141
Birthplace: Khand
Profession: Servant of Sauron, Ringwraith
Loyalty: Dark Forces of Mordor
Appearance: Black Cloak, Full Silver body armour, Silver plate gauntlets, Silver plate greaves.
Weapons: Duel-wielded Silver swords, Morgul blade, Witchcraft
Personality: Silent, Brooding, Loyal to Sauron.
History: Alderond was the Variag King of Khand, a small land south-east of Morder. While most of its people were nomadic, a few were tired of constantly wandering, so decided to settle down and begin creating small settlements. Alderond, the current leader of one particular group, took up the title of king at the age of thirty six. Eager to expand 'his empire', Alderond started spreading the idea of a kingdom through the rest of the land. Interested, some people came. His idea of an empire was finally becoming a reality.
Five years later, Alderond now at the age of forty one, the few small settlements had grown to form a capital city and a couple of surrounding towns. Still wanting to expand, Alderond happily accepted when a mysterious figure offered him a magical ring with the promise of power. Soon after Alderond succumbed to the ring, and with no-one left trying to push the idea of a kingdom, the people eventually went back to their old nomadic ways. The city went on to become a place of trade, where travellers would come and go in search of goods.
Alderson went on to become a Nazgul, one of the nine Dark Servants of Sauron. He participated in many battles over the course of history, identifiable from the others by two things. One of which was his duel blades sword technique, the only vague connection left to his old self, and the fact that he was usually close to Sauron himself at any possible moment. Especially in battle.
The final battle would soon be upon them, he could sense it. The mortal kingdoms were scared and angry, it was difficult to tell who would make the first move. All he knew was it will be soon. Until then, he was to complete each and every task given to him. There were preparations to be made, armies to assemble. There was a battle coming, and he had a feeling it would be a pivotal moment in history. This much was certain.
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Post by Stelpher on Jan 6, 2014 22:11:14 GMT -5
I feel there are too many Inquisitors now.
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Post by Stelpher on Jan 6, 2014 4:22:41 GMT -5
Yeah, he said we could. Ringwraiths, assemble!
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Post by Stelpher on Jan 6, 2014 2:53:00 GMT -5
Oooooh, can i join? Also, are you allowed to be non-fellowship people? E.g. Easterlings, Nasgul, Orcs, Uruk-hai.
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Post by Stelpher on Jan 6, 2014 2:47:18 GMT -5
So when does the thread begin?
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Post by Stelpher on Jan 5, 2014 7:23:33 GMT -5
I'll have to delay the character time a bit. As i have a friend coming over tomorrow and i have to get rid of all my Changeling idea's (because Immortal is adamant in the fact that i have to be normal human.) and start fresh. So it'll probably be closer to 48.
Also, how far is the town from Mirabar (In days of travel)?
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Post by Stelpher on Jan 5, 2014 7:16:40 GMT -5
Still, they wouldn't go up against just anyone. And against the Champion, realisticly, he'd be dead in seconds. He wouldn't get off with just a missing limb.
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Post by Stelpher on Jan 5, 2014 5:56:11 GMT -5
"Um, i probably have a minor concussion, but i think ill be fine if i can find some headache pills." Jason stretched then had a quick look around, making sure there were none of those 'things' around. It was dangerous to be standing here out in the open, and the sound of the crash could have attracted unwanted attention.
"Why don't we start moving then. We don't want to be here when the walkers come. And if we start now, we could get to the station within a day or two." Jason checked to make sure everything was secure in his bag. He saw his sniper rifle, and made note to think of an excuse for that while they walk.
Jason pulled out one of his remaining four cigarettes out of his bag. He didn't really like them, but they helped to ease the nerves. He glanced at Corbin for a moment, then held the packet out to him. He didn't want to be impolite, and in his state, couldn't risk it either. "Want one?"
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Post by Stelpher on Jan 5, 2014 5:32:50 GMT -5
Not to be negative or anything. But this was meant to be a pretty simple RP, no rediculosly powerful characters and such. But this Khordal person seems a tad...stronger than he should. Just putting that out there.
(I mean seriously, pretty much taken to be an Inquisitor at birth. Relic Bolter. Fighting a champion of chaos in hand to hand at a young stage in his life. Hand to hand against an Archon. This all seems a bit over powered for what this thread was aiming for. But again, just my opinion.)
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