[i][b]Bracheous hadn't been the happiest man since arriving. The white/red armoured figure was still on a damn patrol around the Imperium camp's perimeter, which he hadn't rightly disliked in all actuality: I gave him a moment away from all the shit of the base, all the noise. The engine to his assault bike roared proudly as the vehicle moved through the halls. He knew the base was in an open stretch, but damn near anything could be in the halls. And for that reason, the Crimson Scar had his Bolter Pistol in his right hand as he steered the vehicle with his left. He drove aimlessly around the ship's inner workings for what seemed like hours, but hell, that couldn't even deter him. So after some point he got... Bored you could say, and he started slowly moving farther beyond the halls he was already in. With each hall he expanded, there was always something: A Heretic, a stray Tyranid, whatever. And so he fought and he fought well, slaying many a enemy. And eventually, he made way back to the regular halls he roamed, back on the perimeters edge. [/b][/i] ((Open, short post))

[b]Children of the Stars.[/b] Certainly this was not his home planet nor ship, as it reeked of the Warp. The Warlock had just recently woke up, suppressing any emotion he had. His Runic Robes glowed with a faint red as he got up, Though his Helmet was thankfully intact. He still had his Helix Witch Blade with him...that was a start, Though he lacked his Shuriken Pistol. The Warlock eyed any signs of movement around him though there were none. He could tell this ship belonged to none other than a Servant of Slaanesh, or so he thought. [spoiler]Open. I have seen no one even mention the Eldar like at all so im bringing them back into style.[/spoiler]

[b]A Siren's Lullaby... Unknown Sector of the Ship ================================ There it sat, a small pedestal, on it was a strange marking, a Siren with wings, as the top of it lay barren The room was dark, save for the candles lining the room and the pedestal, as they occasionally flickered Whispers could be heard, enchanting, enticing anyone to come closer and stand at the pedestal, no, an altar The silence was calming, dream-like and almost blissful, as the whispers where barely audible, almost like a subliminal message...[/b] [i]"Touch the altar..."[/i] [i]"Make an offering...." "Summon her...."[/i] [b]The urge to do as told was felt, as it grew to be insatiable, only time will tell if you can withstand them...[/b] [spoiler]Open Guess who's back >:3[/spoiler]

[b]Shooting Gallery[/b] =============================== [b]The first target appeared, as a bullet punched through it a split second later, the hole was massive and smoldering Another clang, and a bang right after, as another target popped up and was struck by a bullet Then multiples, one right after the other, behind and in front, as each target was shot in the near center Kat turned, a loud hiss coming from her sidearm as the mag dropped out, and she slid another in and primed the weapon She sighs, and then speaks[/b] [i]"Again"[/i] [b]The targets drop down, repaired, and the process started over...[/b] [spoiler]Open I guess •3•[/spoiler]

[b]The Formless Wastes.[/b] From nearly engaging in perilous combat to making an alliance that was batshit insane, the past hour for Feryun was a fücking rollercoaster. He of course had bigger plans in mind, [i]The Formless Wastes.[/i] The unconquered realm of the Warp, for no Chaos God has a domain over it. Yet few Daemon Princes has made it their home. He would eradicate those who stood in his way, though it will be a difficult task. His only problem was Noiratrom, What if he got involved in this? For that shall ruin all for him. He would be forced to hand that realm over. He couldn't just straight up kill him for he lacked the power too. Even so it would be a fruitless action. He would be branded a traitor to even his fellow Chaos beings. This was certainly a plan with too many loose ends. He warped to his throne room, back to where it all started on that ungodly hour. He craved more than just a small throne room, for he wanted absolute power. Feryun reached into his Armor, pulling out a Talisman of Tzeentch. A relic that can prevent Psyker powers. [spoiler]So no mind reading all of this fgts.[/spoiler] He looked over at that ever so changing bronze door. Allowing access to both the bloodwrath and the Warp. He pulled open the Bronze door, it swung wide open to reveal..A Forest? That's rather strange. Feryun of course walked in and looked up at the sky, it crimson red. and to his left was a river of black tar. [spoiler]Open, You can just say you came through the Bronze door or some shit.[/spoiler]

*Yeroc (finally) comes back to the RP* *looking around the prison, he looks for people to find to make a group. that won't kill him* [spoiler]open[/spoiler]

POE, gt is RetiringBox

[b]Feryun.[/b] He walked around his throne room, yet the room itself was completely tacky compared to the rest of the bloodwrath, it contrasting dark blue upon the red skin like surface. His throne was at the end of the room, clearly this was pulled from the Warp itself. His cape flowed as he walked, it also being blue. But what he was pondering was different. He was thinking of strategies to conquer. [spoiler]Open.[/spoiler]

[i]Alon awakes, lying somewhere on the ship, somewhere on the goddamn floor. Again. For about the 37th time in his life (not counting the... uh... well, let's move on...). With a not so mighty groan, resembling that of kitten yawning perhaps, he weakly lifts his head up looking around. His first reaction was to freak out, as the darkness came about him, but then he ignited a fire in his hands and all was sort of well; as he couldn't see much in the dark. His green cloak, tattered and torn, shone bright green with the new-found light source, and the golden sigils reflected the light as if it were the sun. It took him a moment to realize he wasn't in some bar, not behind the counter, not serving endless shots to hardy sailors, nor consuming some of his own only to collapse. No, he was in a ship. On a ship. Somewhere.[/i] Well shit... [i]Walking around, his combat boots clicking on the ground, he notices the hallways are... huge. With no one in sight, he automatically assumes the worst, and draws his dual kards, quickly releasing an orb of light to surround him and search his surroundings. "What's going on...?", he questions, looking about some more. It was unlike him to be TOTALLY unaware of his surroundings... and now that he pondered the fact, he had absolutely no clue where he was or how he got here. The walls seemed to give off life energy, and that worried him. The gravity of the situation settled in, and Alon slowly made his way down the dark corridors, peaking and prodding everywhere, looking for some sign of... well, just where he was.[/i] [spoiler]Open. Alon's intro... might bring Tauros into this[/spoiler]

Recently In RoB ● An inquisitor of the Ordo Hereticus has arrived and has come to terms with Inquisitor Ling ● Inquisitor Ling ponders the implications of life, death, sanity, and purpose aboard a Chaos Ship ● Ryker has repaired his suit and is on the trail of his old foe, Harbinger ● A tau warboss has arrived ●Feryun has opened a rift to the Arena world of Khorne and clashed with Umbra in a training duel. ●Alon is lost (surprise) ●The newly arrived tech priest has been escorted to the Imperial base codename Manticore. By the Deathwatch patrol. ●A lone sister of battle has been spotted. [u]New Arrivals[/u] The miner has returned RyanIsTheMiner1 has joined our ranks

Karnis stood in the center of a large chamber. Presumably this one of the ships many hangers. But now it was something far more sinister. It was a ritual chamber. Hordes of cultists lined the building. Nurglets, Khornites, Slaaneshies, and Tzneetchians; all were present. The drums picked up a steadily increasing tempo that the crowds echoed throughout the bay. Karnis reaches out and slams his axe into the ground as a warp rift tears open the size of the hangerbays launch doors. Madness beyond shines through, emotion and thought made manifest in the tumor of despairity. [b][i]"Why have you called upon us?" Echo 4 voices from the warp.[/i][/b] [b]"The deny me the right of power! These mortals deny the right rule of Chaos and those of Chaos make allience with those of the corpse emperor!"[/b] [b][i]"Such concerns are trivial. Why should we care about the lives of a few."[/i][/b] [b]"I don't want a few! I want them all! I will not rest until ever being on this ship bows to true power or lies dead with their skulls in my throne! I don't seek vengengce. I seek EXTERMINATION."[/b] Karnis retorts in anger to the powers of the warp. The entire crowd goes silent in terror of the Daemon princes rage. To kill another being was one thing but to ask, no demand, retribution for the powers of the warp was a thing of arrogance and idiocracy unheard of. [b][i]"your wish shall be granted."[/i][/b] With that the gate sealed in a cataclysmic implosion [spoiler]bring the heat Ful.[/spoiler]

[b][i]Fire Warrior.[/i][/b] It happened within the General Quarters of the bloodwrath, in a dark alleyway. Red Lightning arced unto buildings and streets, all emanating from a single point. An alleyway, between a warehouse and a parking lot. A ball of red Lightning formed over the pavement, burning cleanly through anything it touched. At the center of it, a shape began to form. It was quite large... about twice the size of a space marine. It was kneeling, by the looks of it, from within the sphere. In a final blast, a wave of red energy flew across the city block, momentarily shutting down electronic devices. Little remnants of red lightning arced from his body. His armour was painted in pitch black and glossy red. Over his left arm was a dark and foggy cloak. The fire warrior shook his head, looking up. [i][u]"Wh... Where in the universe am I..?"[/u][/i] He slowly began to stand up. As he moved, red gauss energy, liberated gauss energy, floated across his joints. He was no longer a man of flesh. He was a being of metal, but of familiar metal. He had died. He had been made a slave. And briefly, he had touched the darkness. But now, he had returned. The liberated commander had been freed. His mind had returned to him, in major parts. He was still bonded with the ultimate being of Death, the Nightbringer. But he was like a parasite to the god. He had harnessed his powers for his own use. He had cheated death. The Grieving Commander stood proudly, encased in the mighty armour of the Tau. [i][u]"I... Am Aun Kor'El... Shas'o'Kais of the Terr'an Sept... Liberated Commander..."[/u][/i] He spoke these words like some sort of prayer, a reminder to himself that his life was his own once more. That he was in control, not the machines. He stood proud, yet somewhat humble. His stance was not that of a machine. His movements were not mechanic. They were fluid, broken, random, instinctual. He moved in a human manner. In a living manner. In the manner a scared yet fearsome soldier would move. He knew he had alerted a part of the General Quarters, if not all of them. But that mattered little to him. He could see the pained souls roaming the ship, encased in their metal prisons. The enslaved Necrons. He felt their pain, their suffering. He heard their pleas for mercy. He would answer them. He was a man of three worlds. He was Born as Tau, the fire warrior. He lived on Terr'a, with the humans. And he payed his sins with the Necrontyr, slaves of their own hatred. With the Red Gauss flowing through him, dancing along with the blue power of Tau craft, The Insurgent Commander lived once more. [spoiler]open. You saw that red Lightning.[/spoiler]

[b]Requiem.[/b] Ling sat in front of a burning bonfire he created, within it was the burning corpses of Daemon Scum and a book he was told by Inquisitor Tobias to burn. Of course he pondered..What if he wouldn't make it? Was he damned to death? was everyone damned to this ship forever? And what would his brother do? Seeing how Ling could possibly die. But he looked down at his Inquisitorial Brooch he held in his hand...A symbol of the Holy Order he served. He hoped that if some unlikely way, he and all the Imperium upon this ship..could leave. This was a matter more than a Daemon Ship...This was a matter of Sanity and how long would he last? He being a psyker is constantly attacked mentally by Daemons. [b]Faith[/b] was a powerful thing... [spoiler]Open.[/spoiler]

[b]Deep in a corner of the ship, an escape pod rumbles to life. Alpha stumbles out,only one arm intact. He seems confused as to where he is.[/b] [i]Wha- where am I? Hello? Anyone?[/i] [spoiler]Open. This post was written by my brother,MrMiner12345 since I'm very new to RP. Can you guys help me out?[/spoiler]

Side Plot [i][b]Attack[/b][/i] With Rykers new suit finally done, he could focus on finding and killing Harbinger, and have a hope in hell of killing Garret. He had found Monica and hugged her, talked to her, and privately spoken to her about a couple things that were very important. She was to come with them to fight Harbinger. Ryker wanted this to be over with. "Ellie, where are you?!" Ryker called through the echoing tunnels of the camp.

[b]Gladiatorial Arena of Chaos.[/b] The Chaos Lord Feryun was sitting upon his throne..pondering. Then he decided to make an arena, It's certainly a way to gain souls and it would bring some...fun. Of course he'd have to use the Warp, seeing how anywhere else wouldn't be exciting. He walked over to a gigantic bronze door, it towering even Feryun. The claws upon the Armor reached to the door, it's engravings those of the ones who died finding this said door. They pulled with all their might, revealing the Warp space in all of its Daemonic glory. [b][i]The Realm of Khorne.[/i][/b] That is what he entered, Feryun glided over the rivers of Blood that plagued this terrible place. "[b]Such a place of anarchy...Such Chaos.[/b]" Feryun laughed at his own shitty pun. [spoiler]Part Juan.[/spoiler]

[b] [i]Bloodwrath![/i][/b] [i]A ship only in meaning for there are none that dare dwell live within its confines for long. Nor is their any that survive her atrocities of life and undeath. It is the perfection of death in form and function. a place where both beast and daemon are feed like oil to the engines of the great war machine. None can say when the ship first came. some call it as endless as time itself. Even more claim it is a daemon itself. a physical manifestation of a power so utterly perfect that it has no true beginning nor end. it is the promise of wars of the past and the echo of wars to come, a true reflection of the madness and bloodshed of the universe that is intertwined with the beings of the warp. The ship itself is ever changing as it does not exist in any one point in time but instead in all of them. corridors and landing bays give way to the brood like nests of tyrannids or the fungal plague known as the orks. There are weapons of ever hellish make and design. Here is where even the mighty space marine may be brought low by the humble cultist! Here the mighty Carnifex brought down by blade and mechanical fire! There can be no true victory fore the Bloodwrath despises all victories besides her own. Only blood lust and hatred can win among her decks and only until the next day where the battles begin anew. What is the Bloodwrath then? Is she the true embodiment of death and despair? A daemon made steel by the will of its own to inflict endless death upon the unworthy of the material realm? Is she a training ground to bloody the armies of the Summoner before his generals take command of her veterans? Perhaps she is something far darker, her own sentient being that transcends the understanding of man a daemon alike? None of these concerns those who dare walk upon the majesty of her decks, for they are truly her children. They despise her and yet they are devoted to her, trapped upon her halls in a meat grinder of blood and bone, the sons and daughters of the age of slaughter, upon the true battlefield that is the Bloodwrath![/i] ~"Journeys of a Saint of the Damned," [i]by High Inquisitor Larken Teveranti (Suppressed by order of the Ordo Hereticus)[/i] [url]http://fc08.deviantart.net/fs71/i/2011/246/1/1/inquisitor_and_retinue_by_slaine69-d48pakq.jpg[/url] "And in the light of the Emperor I shall know not fear, for he is the one true and only God. Chaos shall bow before his sword for it shall be their only option." Tobias chanted in high Gothic. Before him a conglomeration of lesser daemons fought in a pit over the body of a young woman that was struck down and left for dead. "With the Emperor in my heart I shall stay courageous, for that is his will so I may strike at his enemies." He continued the mantra as he jumped into the pit. His chainsword basked in the light of the chamber revealing the etched wards and litanies of the Lectitio Divinitatus as he carved into the daemons with a gusto. The daemons cowed in fear of his devastation for he was both precise and brutal, every stroke was a kill, every step was deliberate. The woman stirred as Tobias struck down the last of the daemons. She should have been dead but she clung to life with a fervor that any Astartes would dream of. "Praise be the Emperor. For sure I thought I was dead." "Worry not child, for your suffering has come to an end." He said as he leveled his bolt pistol at her head. "What???? No! I-I-I-I Swear my lord I'm not but a faithful a faithful servant!" she stuttered as she stared down the barrel. Dread filled her heart as she gazed upon the insignia that hung on his neck "Even the pure of and soul cannot stay within this place without their very being becoming contaminated. If you are as you I cannot tell, however the Emperor judges all." And with that he pulled the trigger and sent the inside of her head across the floor of the pit. And then it was over as quickly as it had begun. the daemon blood didn't even dare touch him or his clothes as he walked away from the massacre. in the bodies of the daemons was carved the holy Aquila and upon the breast of the young woman sat an insignia that struck fear in both the holy man and the heretic. The Ordo Hereticus was aboard the Bloodwrath. [spoiler]open[/spoiler]

After having safely escorted the Techpriest to an imperial position, the Deathwatch Kill Team Jericho took little time to rest. There were still Xenos to purge, maim and kill. Many of them. The eight-man squad moved around the perimeter of the Manticore base. [spoiler]JT[/spoiler]

[b]Lupa sits in the general quarters, working on her Zweihander and Inferno pistol. She was starting to get back into the role of a Battle-Sister now that she remembered everything and was together with Agnes.[/b] "Let's see.... That goes there, and I fix that...." [b]Lupa looks around and sighs, unsure what to do now.[/b] [spoiler]Open[/spoiler]

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[b]Arknin, Tech Priest.[/b] The Tech Priest was asleep in some sort of Cryostasis chamber upon the bloodwrath, while half a dozen servitors tended to the chamber pod. The chamber hissed, releasing Arknin from his pod. "[b][u]Where could I be now? Last I remember I was on Mars then nothing...[/u][/b]" One of the Servitors approached him holding a rather peculiar device. The Priests Mechandrites swiveled and moved to grab it, For it was a mere Bolter Pistol. "[b][u]Ah, A weapon of the Adeptus Astartes. Made by my brethren out of respect of course. Such a perfect weapon indeed...Yet I feel we could have done better.[/u][/b]" Arknin grabbed his tools and decided to head out with his servitors following. "[b][u]This is a remarkable ship, but it is inferior to the Adeptus Mechanicus.[/u][/b]" As they walked along Arknin could tell the place reeked of Chaos and came across some Tyranid bodies. One of the Mechandrites which had a peculiar claw on it proceeded to stab multiple times, and each time it was noticeable deeper. The Mechandrite scooped out Jelly like liquid. "[b][u]Tyranid Bone and Flesh...nothing new.[/u][/b]" The mechandrite flung it onto the wall. They continued to walk in the bloodwrath, two of the Servitors armed with Heavy Bolters upon their arms. [spoiler]Open.[/spoiler]

Jared walks, Rifle out, having just entered the room of the Baltic Manticores of the Militarium Tempestus of the Imperium of Man. He's not sure what to expect, so he has his rifle aimed and he moves quietly

[b][i]In the sky above the Bloodwraith, a light is seen, though it's no star. It's a crashing fighter ship, and though the ship burns with a bright yellow-red glow, the cockpit is frozen, cryo-sleep activated. It hurtles violently towards the ship before slamming into the ground, most of the ship shattering on impact but the cryo pod still intact. Anyone who would venture close to the pod would see who's inside, though who knows what else heard the crash...[/i][/b]

[i][b]Patrols, Bracheous enjoyed them dearly. It gave him time to reflect on his situation, and the shit-storm he was putting up with right now. He was living with some cult of the Emperor for thirty years as a captive, forced to do battle in an arena against Chaos Warriors and Tyranids for years, only to be teleported to a place full of Tyranids and Chaos Warriors, wasn't that just damned amazing. He walked the perimeter of the main Imperium camp, the one where the Ultramarines, Agnes, and Kat were all located in, as he was on patrol. [/b][/i] ((Open))