Black Crusade: The Rought Uprising
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				Title: <strong>Black Crusade: The Rought Uprising</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Wargtass</strong> on <strong>11-10-2011, 01:54:53</strong>
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				<div align="center">(http://www.beastsofwar.com/wp-content/uploads/2011/02/black-crusade-logo.jpg)<br><span style="font-size: 24pt;" class="bbc_size"><span style="font-family: georgia;" class="bbc_font">The Rought Uprising</span></span><br><br>OOC-thread: http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=121584.0 (http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=121584.0)<br><br><span style="font-size: 18pt;" class="bbc_size"><span style="font-family: times new roman;" class="bbc_font">Directed by:</span></span><br><br><span style="font-size: 14pt;" class="bbc_size">Wargtass</span><br><br><span style="font-size: 18pt;" class="bbc_size"><span style="font-family: times new roman;" class="bbc_font">Starring:</span></span><br><br><span style="font-size: 14pt;" class="bbc_size">Darkling<br>Sek the Heretek<br><br>HairyHeretic<br>Tymor the Chosen<br><br>frost rose<br>Tanvi the Apostate<br><br>Ironwolf85<br>Avarius the Sorcerer<br><br>NotoriusBEN<br>Dauskin the Renegade</span><br><br></div><br><hr><br>"It wasn't in the tomb, my Lord..."<br><br>With a roar of anger the warlord picked the heretic up with his horribly warped fist. The mewling bootlick let out a cry of pain, his skin burning from the mere touch. As the monstrous Terminator rose him high in the air, flames erupted from the eyes of its helmet.<br><br>"PATHETIC FOOL!"<br><br>The body burst into flames as it let out a terrible scream of agony. The gathered warband instinctively took a step back, knowing well that the Chaos Lord could lash out at anyone of them. Dropping the charred remains to the desert sand, Harakk the Reciever, Scourge of of twenty worlds, Chosen of the Ruinous Powers, looked around at his men. He was slipping. It was only a few days since he had stopped Avarius and Tymor from rising up against him. He feared nothing from the cowering heretics, even though they numbered several hundreds. It was the Chaos Space Marines he was afraid of. If they thought him weak or a fool, they'd come down upon him and render him sunder for control. He had to find it. He had to!<br><br>"Bring me Darius..."<br><br><hr><br>The scorching sun glazed the sand with a heat like no other. Avarius and Tymor were far from weak and had seen worse conditions, but they had been walking without their power packs for days now. An unpowered power armour was cumbersome and heavy, almost impossible to carry on in normal conditions. But out here in the blasted heat, they were starting to fade. Had it been three days? But what did it matter. They were not far from perishing now.<br><br>It was high noon when they saw it. A large animal, one of the critters of the desert, was approaching them. But it looked wrong. Like it had something on its back. Was it a mirage? Avarius tumbled forward, into unconsciousness. Turning back to help the sorcerer up, Tymor felt his vision spin as he lost footing in the soft sand. Falling backwards, his gaze was turned to the blue sky, before suddenly all went black.<br><br><hr><br>For three days they had travelled from their village, stopping only for Cogg to replenish his water supplies at a near dried oasis. Dauskin and Tanvi relaxed in the shaded bowdah on the giant lizards back, taking the occasional sip of water or bite of salted meat. But however relaxed they felt, there with a tight knot in them that kept them awake and scanning the dunes. But then again, they were giants. How hard could they be to see in the desert. But the desert was big, covering lands so vast that only the birds could fathom its area. Hopefully the hag had pointed them in the right direction.<br><br>Surprisingly, it was Cogg who spotted them first. Making a sharp turn, the cunning lizard made way towards the giants who had been hidden by an especially large dune. Being ever vigilant, Dauskin readied his weapon of choice, while Tanvi peered forward, trying to make out the giants from the mirages. They suddenly tumbled to the ground and Cogg was hurried forward. Stopping right above the unconscious warriors, the lizard gave up a content purr and lowered himself to allow his riders to get down. <br><br>The prophesy was about to be fulfilled.<br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Black Crusade: The Rought Uprising</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>frost rose</strong> on <strong>12-10-2011, 09:59:41</strong>
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				The entire trip had possessed about it a sense of unreality. From the moment Tanvi had been pulled from her life, nudged forward by the somewhat... cryptic words Tarina had spoken. Hell, if she weren't a grandniece of some stripe or another—she never had found out exactly how the lineage had worked—she would have suspected the crone was simply trying to get her out of the way for someone else. <br><br>That it was apparently a genuine bit of prophecy had not changed matters at all. There was the festivities afterwards, with no end of people coming to clap her on the back for being so honoured, and a few smug expressions and two-faced well-wishes, giving explicit details of the things, they assured her, they hoped would not happen. And then there was the desert. Seemingly endless dunes, land likely scorched, it was said, by some ancient war, and almost entirely barren ever since. <br><br>She had been half dozing when it finally happened, despite being standing and nominally scanning the horizon. She wasn't even tired, the shimmering expanse before them was simply hypnotic, dulling her senses until Cogg spun about in triumph, the beast knowing apparently as well as they did what their quarry was. <br><br>Her eyes weren't the sharpest in the tribe, and the heat of the desert made it hard to see at a distance, blurring everything with the waves rising up from the sand. But for all that, she could tell immediately they had found what they were after. The proportions of the figures were all wrong to be men, much too bulky and full-figured, tall and broad, and in such armour! <br><br>She felt her heart beat faster. The mirages, illusions, cryptic words, all of the things that made her feel as though she were living a dream shattering in the face of the stumbling figures, more real in her eyes than she herself felt at that moment. One hand went up to keep her hat from flying off, the broad-brimmed and battered red felt whipping about in the wind Cogg's passing kicked up. <br><br>Unable to help herself, she threw a grin over at Dauskin. What else could this be, but the giants spoken of? She did not believe in coincidence, after all. Even so, she loosened the ties on her sword as she hopped nimbly down Cogg's flank. Not that that would do much good against the tremendous figures that lay on the sand, she suspected. Well-trained instinct still won out though, and she approached with some trepidation, her eyes taking in the massive armoured figures with no little awe. <br><br>They were <em>huge</em> she realised as she circled. She probably could comfortable ride on one's shoulder, and her slight frame would have no chance of moving them more than a few centimeters. She looked back up at Dauskin, holding her brim of her hat to keep the sun out of her eyes. "Toss down a skin! I think we'll have to see if we can get them moving on their own," she said, wrinkling her nose at the image of the two of them trying to drag the minature titans up onto their lizard's back. Best to get them hydrated and hope that was enough to perk up the exhausted giants.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Black Crusade: The Rought Uprising</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>HairyHeretic</strong> on <strong>19-10-2011, 19:12:36</strong>
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				A part of Tymors mind knew that he dreamed. Or was suffering from dehydration and heat stroke. At this point it didn't really matter. Images flickered past his minds eye in a confused jumble.<br><br><em>Dark streets in a dark world, his earliest memories of Nostromo. Legion training. Pain. Hardship. Torment. Fear. Always fear. Learning of it. Embracing it. Mastering it. Honing it. His Fathers words, on the nature of fear. How to cultivate it. Breed it. Turn it loose on the prey.<br><br>Solomon. The fear in the air as the walls froze. The main door locks already destroyed. Fear. Cold. Dark.<br><br>His first kill. A greenskin. Unworthy. Too stupid to know fear. <br><br>Red Jack. Blood. Dark. Pain. Fear. Death. Screaming.<br><br>His first real kill. A non compliant world. His claw set behind enemy lines. Ambushing patrols. Supply convoys. Taking the night, making it theirs. Cries in the night. Panic. Tracer fire. One by one, guns falling silent.&nbsp; Last screams. Always one left, to tell the tale, to breed the fear.<br><br>Harakk. Fool. Weak. Traitor to our Fathers way. <br><br>World after world taught fear. Fear given wings, sent ahead of them. Worlds that yielded for fear they would be next.<br><br>You should have killed me when you had the chance.</em>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Black Crusade: The Rought Uprising</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>NotoriusBEN</strong> on <strong>20-10-2011, 01:44:00</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(http://www.marvunapp.com/Appendix5/marauder_teamam2.jpg)</div>Dauskin actually *had* been dozing off. He couldnt have cared less for the prophecy save that it got him away from the tribe. That Tanvi was with him was rather nice as well, though he never voiced the thoughts he had of them together entwined. He thought she was crazy for keeping the search through the noon day inferno. Anymore of this and he'd go sun crazy.<br><br>Something happened in this light forsaken desert, he agreed with Tanvi on. There was some battle here, ages gone. But the scale of it was immense! The weapons that had to have been used were unbelievable. Like the stories the old hag told of Angels. With a swath of their swords, they would sunder a hundred foes and their divine wings would bring them high to smash their foes in a fell swoop. He knew she had to be full of it when she said that man used to work together with the angels.<br><br>Dauskin was jolted from his inner thoughts when the blasted lizard took off toward some shimmering mass in the distance. It was all he could do to hold and not be pitched into the glassed sand. When the beast was upon the hulking men it perched and puffed, so proud of itself. <br><br>He adjusted the obsidian lensed goggles he used to block most of the sun's rays from his eyes and gave a grunt of dissatisfaction. Tossing down the waterskin he spoke, "You sure these are the giants that ol' hag was talkin' 'bout? Sure they're big, but she said giant," He emphasized the word with outstretched arms. "Still... it would get us back to that festival you keep talkin' 'bout if they were them."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Black Crusade: The Rought Uprising</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>frost rose</strong> on <strong>22-10-2011, 10:56:12</strong>
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				For a long moment, Tanvi looked curiously up at Dauskin, a smile tugging at the corners of her mouth, moving only to catch the water as it was tossed down. The man wasn't unpleasant company really—there were many she would have liked less as traveling companions—but he had no sense of narrative drama. Granted, that particular accusation probably could have been leveled against almost everyone in the tribe save her, and apparently the old crone. Oh well, there was nothing to do be done about it. <br><br>"We are wandering the desert, where little more than scorpions and flies and beetles manage to survive, and wandering more or less in a random direction, traveling for not all that long at all looking for two giants, and we just happen to stumble across a pair of hulking armoured brutes that seem in need of help, each of which probably outmass both of us put together by a considerable margin, and you're complaining that our coincidence has given us giants that aren't <em>big enough</em>?" She laughed, then waved her hand dismissively. "It's not like anyone takes prophecy seriously in that way anyhow. It's all too cryptic and ineffable."<br><br>She was walking around the giants again now, trying to determine the best way to rouse them without making herself too objectionable in the process. She knew the sort of thing that happened to careless supplicants to the gods, after all. That probably ruled out tilting back a head and trickling the water down a throat. She didn't particularly fancy her chances with having a clear killing machine wake up with its head cradled in her lap, metaphorically or otherwise. <br><br>Well then. She chewed her lower lip and unstoppered a skin. A little water could be wasted, right? Picking the one that looked like it would be the least angry at her when stirring—not at all randomly she assured herself—she held her breath and loosened her sword from its fastenings. She was all but standing on tiptoes, ready to scramble up Cogg in an instant, as she leaned forward and sprinkled a little water over the faceplate, suspecting she couldn't get the helmet off even if she tried, and even if she could that it would lead to a remarkably shortened lifespan. Hopefully there would be some kind of sensor that would stir the warrior from slumber. Or the sound of water on ceramite if nothing else. <br><br>Moreover, hopefully it would appreciate the gesture, or at least be confused for long enough that she could turn over the rest of the water as a greeting gift of sorts.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Black Crusade: The Rought Uprising</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>HairyHeretic</strong> on <strong>27-10-2011, 12:06:44</strong>
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				The muted snarl of his armours daemon spirit roused Tymor from the darkness that held him. Instinctively his arm lashed out to seize whoever it was that stood over him. As his conscious mind caught up with what he was seeing, his other hand stilled the raising combat knife that was moving towards the body.<br><br>He held the frozen position for a moment before opening his external vox. <strong>"Who ... are ... you?"</strong>
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				Post by: <strong>frost rose</strong> on <strong>27-10-2011, 15:37:16</strong>
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				There it was. Nerves already on edge, Tanvi jerked back as the armoured figure beneath her moved with a terrifyingly inhuman speed that defied its bulk. As it turned out, the gesture was unnecessary, as the creature stilled itself. Just as well, as she wasn't sure if she would have made it in time. That would probably have been the worst death possible, all things considered. Certainly the least worthy of song and praise, centuries after she had met her end. <br><br>She licked her lips and tried not to grimace at the mechanically enhanced question. This was, after all, improvement. Moving slowly, she lowered herself into a crouch, placing the skin on the ground between them, taking her hand off her sword in what she hoped was a placating gesture. No need to antagonise him, after all, if he were feeling talkative. <br><br>"I am Tanvi, and this—" she gestured upwards "—is Dauskin, of the Crom Tribe." A smile tugged at the corner of her mouth. "The leathery suspicious looking one, not the lizard he's riding on," she clarified. "We're angels of mercy, bearing water in the desert for you and your... companion." He hesitated for only a moment as she pondered what their relationship was exactly. At least she was feeling more confident with every passing second this is who they were foretold to meet. "We were sent for you, to give aid and succor, to ensure you do not perish before the gods have had their sport with you."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Black Crusade: The Rought Uprising</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Wargtass</strong> on <strong>27-10-2011, 16:46:08</strong>
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				A day's worth away a grizzled barbarian crouched down over tracks from a giant lizard. He gave a grunt as he drew his hand through the sand. Urine? No, water. Fresh, spilt perhaps the day before yesterday. He corrected the steel helmet on his head and spat out some of the narco-loh he was chewing. He turned to face the rest of the group with a grim smile.<br><br>"Two of them hill-dwellers on a lizard, about forthnight from here..."<br><br>His companions hollered in victory, but were silenced by their leader. The large man drew the light robes tighter around himself and drank some water from his skin. He corrected his goggles before crouching down by the tracks himself. With a deep breath he lightly touched it. The others watched in silence. The Watcher was seeing beyond. Suddenly he rose and turned, a smirk croaking his lips and revealing serrated teeth.<br><br>"It's them. Tonight we shall dine on fine meat..."<br><br>A cheer rise towards the sky, thanking the Bloodied God for their prey...
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				Title: <strong>Re: Black Crusade: The Rought Uprising</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>NotoriusBEN</strong> on <strong>28-10-2011, 00:35:55</strong>
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				"Whoa! Tan-" Dauskin had his boltgun up and aimed at the giant when it snapped its blade toward Tanvi, his hair was on end at the speed of the large man. He was a hair's breadth away from pulling the trigger on the rifle as it stopped. As quickly as it started all stopped in a frozen moment. And it talked! Not like a man, but something metallic, a metal-man?!<br><br>"Um, ye-yeah... Im Dauskin... y'mind not pointin' yer knife at her? She did give you some water... just sayin' "
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				Post by: <strong>HairyHeretic</strong> on <strong>30-10-2011, 20:44:56</strong>
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				Tymor digested their words, eyes narrowed behind the skull visage of his helm. The one mounted he marked briefly as a target. Astartes plate could take a bolt round far more successfully than whatever natural armour he had. The armours daemon spirit concured, and they dismissed him as a threat. Should he try anything, he would not last long.<br><br>He lowered the knife, sliding it back into it's sheath and reached his hands up to his helm. Turning it carefully he unlocked it and removed it, revealing a pale skinned head with almost black eyes. He narrowed them at the light, waiting as they adjusted, before securing his helm to his belt and gathering up the skin of water. He briefly considered the possibility it was poisoned, but if they had wanted to harm him, all they would have had to do would have been leave him there.<br><br>He raised the skin, taking several long swallows from it, before lowering it again. "Tanvi. Dauskin." His eyes flicked from one to the next as if locking on to targets. "I am Tymor." His voice was deep, gravelly from lack of water most likely. <em>And I do not like the idea of any gods taking an interest in me.</em> he thought as he looked around. <em>But since dying will make it rather hard to fulfill my Oath, let us see where this game goes. At least til I can recover my strength and kill that waste of geneseed Harakk.</em><br><br>He gestured towards the figure lying still on the ground. "Will your mount take his weight?"
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				Post by: <strong>frost rose</strong> on <strong>31-10-2011, 07:57:09</strong>
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				While she hadn't expected things to go ugly, Tanvi let out a breath in relief all the same as Tymor relaxed. Not one to let a death threat to get in her way, she treated him to a bright smile, all the more so as he removed his helmet. He wasn't nearly as terrifying to look upon, out of armour, as she had expected. Granted, she had been imaging him as a daemon himself inside that ceramite shell. Something almost if not quite human was almost disappointingly mundane. <br><br>Retrieving and passing along more water, she took a moment to judge Cogg. He was sturdy, and durable, and a remarkably good runner even with a howdah, two passengers, and everything they had taken along with them. His pace hadn't faltered significantly, and he seemed as fit and eager as ever. True, she wasn't an expert in these matters, mostly just along for the ride as long as Cogg was concerned, but it seemed reasonable that he could manage another passenger. "I believe that he will be able to do so," she said at length. <br><br>A pause, and then she sighed and added, "I can always walk. My hat's shade enough, I suppose." She wasn't particularly looking forward to the prospect of marching through the desert, but if it was that or leave behind their charges? Well, she knew well enough the prices of not trying to get along when your enemies were merely other toughs. She could imagine that these behemoths wouldn't take any more kindly to it. 
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				Post by: <strong>Ironwolf85</strong> on <strong>05-11-2011, 07:48:19</strong>
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				Avarius was lost, amid the sweet slumber of the warp, as his body lay in the sand dying, he looked up into the distant light of terra, the shining servitor the beacon the inquisition had built from the corpse of the emperor instead of allowing him the mercy of passing and becoming somthing more. He thought of his brothers, if he would see them soon, if the chord that attached him to his ceramite covered body would simply snap, and he would pass from this world.<br><br>As luck would have it.. . not so much, he felt the tug of consiousness again, slipping from the warp back into real-space, he waved towards the dim ight of the astronomocon. "do not worry father, some day..." he never finished the thought as he snapped to life slumped over the great riding beast. "Water? WATER!" he grabbed one of the waterskins and pressed it to his lips drinking it down flipping his hood back. The Sorcerer pulld himself upright, his golden armor glinting in the sunlight, the shimmering blue cowl moving at odds with the wind, jerking oddly as he pulled it back. he had infused no demon into his armor, such a thing would not share his armor unless he respected it, so far that was unlikely.<br><br>His eyes moved from Tymor to the two primitives, then to the beast beneath them, and laughed. "looks like the dead will have to wait for our company a little longer eh Tymor" he claped the champion on the sholder. "now who are these two little ones who've helped us?" The attitude was part farce and partly honest, if he was fighting the inquisition and it's horrid practices, why play the part of the silent stoic? People were always more forthcoming around one who acted relaxed, honest, polite, and generious. even if it was just an act, it was a fun one.<br><br>Nontheless he kept his hand on his swordhilt, one thing he'd learned as a sorcerer, the chaos god's idea of "help" was consistantly inconsistant untill you expect that and then they act normal just to throw you off. If you expect that, then they'll do something you've never seen before. never a dull day in this profession.
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				Post by: <strong>HairyHeretic</strong> on <strong>06-11-2011, 22:36:12</strong>
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				"Tanvi." he nodded towards her, "And Dauskin." a gesture towards where the other was. "It would seem that someone has sent them to meet us. They had not got to the point of explaining why yet." He took another long drink from one of the skins before stoppering it and attaching it to his belt, then proceeding to check his equipment, to ensure nothing had come loose or shifted in the last part of their trek.<br><br>"I'm told the beast is strong, and can manage us all without too much effort." He gave it a quick once over, then shrugged. "We shall see if that is true or not."
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				Post by: <strong>Ironwolf85</strong> on <strong>07-11-2011, 07:08:31</strong>
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				"it's supported the two of us so far, and if it collapses we simply take the water and drag it with us" Avarius he looked to the two normal humans below, time to put on the act. "so little ones, my brother has a point, what brings the two of you so far out of the way to find the two of us in the empty expanse of the wasteland?"
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				Post by: <strong>frost rose</strong> on <strong>07-11-2011, 07:42:47</strong>
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				Tanvi coughed into her fist as she delayed answering the question for a moment. She could not say that she had never doubted the instructions she had been given, wondered whether or not they had been sent on a fool's errand. Now that she was living out the prophecy, however, she if anything felt a bit less confident in it. Clearly there was something to it, and that just meant it was certainly going to be interpreted wrong. That was the problem with prophecy, after all. <br><br>"We were sent out to find you," she said, deciding not to elaborate that they were to find two giants in the desert. "We left some three days ago at the behest of an old crone who had seen where it was that you would be." <br><br>That was the other problem with prophecy. When she tried to do it, it sounded silly. It probably was her utter lack of anything like the proper awe when it came to these things. She had always thought that her life was too short, and her time too valuable to make pronouncements. Unless, of course, there were consequences otherwise, but these giants seemed somewhat more casual than she had expected, and she was happy to take advantage of this latest development. <br><br>"There was also something about a destiny-forging sword—and an implication you'd be interested—in a cave of ice up a high mountain, beyond desert and jungle, probably guarded by nasty things that will probably do their best to eat me." She gave a drowsy smile. "I have rather been hoping that you're less tasty than I am." 
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				Post by: <strong>Ironwolf85</strong> on <strong>07-11-2011, 22:41:31</strong>
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				"Any leads on somthing to give us an advantage over Harrak, I'd like to hear more about it from your wise woman when we reach your village." Avarius thought for a moment, pressing his fingers to his armored forehead, a flash from the warp came, an interisting one, a gift of sight unbidden. "that will have to wait, your old crone is not the only one that the blessed warp grants visions little ones, unclear though they may be at times. there. Maruaders following behind in our shadow, it does not show me how many, when night falls they will be upon us, their hearts of fear and love of terror in the night links them directly to their master Harrak, may his entrails be forever staked out in the sun to rot. I see their hearts and they will not be swayed from their course of self distruction." he looked back up at his battle brother as temporaily as such loyality remained among the followers of chaos.<br>"tell me can the two of you fight? or shall Tymor and I the ones carrying their inevitable deaths alone?" the gold and blue armored figure smiled under his facemask, there were moments when fate could be shifted, moments when destiny and the will of the gods could be subverted, this was not one of those moments. with his glimpse from the blessed warp they would be ready for the maruaders, and thus were carrying their inevitable deaths and the duty of seeing their appointed executions through.
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				Post by: <strong>HairyHeretic</strong> on <strong>10-11-2011, 02:27:23</strong>
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				Tymor chuckled at the sorcerers choice of words. "They do not know what terror in the night truly is. If I teach them, it will be the last lesson they ever learn."
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				Post by: <strong>Wargtass</strong> on <strong>25-11-2011, 23:21:16</strong>
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				The slow rocking of Cogg's trotting through the hot desert left deep furrows in the sand. In another couple of hours a small group of cloaked marauders would pass through the furrows, perhaps stopping somewhere on the way to examine some droppings. It was trouble to come, but for now the small group could relax and discuss how to best deal with the coming enemies. They were only interrupted by Cogg's occasional braying and a passing cloud of sand. Once the sun touched the horizon and the darkness started to envelope them, they saw it. A faint blue glow in the distance, pulsing softly. It dawned on Tymor and Avarius that the humming they were hearing through the still night air was that of a plasma reactor. It seemed there could be a power source available, giving them hope of a temporary recharge of their cumbersome armours. But fate would have none of it, as Cogg suddenly reared, letting out a disgruntled bray. Someone was blocking the lizards path.<br><br>"That is as far as you go..." a strangely loud voice hissed through the wraps of light cloth covering its face.<br><br>Several more cloaked men raised from the sand, brandishing oddly untarnished weapons. Tanvi could even notice one of them, clad in thick carapace plates, holding an ancient weapon. She could not put her finger on what it was, but it was archaeotechnology, that much was apparent.<br><br>"One crooked finger and we'll send you into the Warp, got it?" the man with the strange voice muttered as he pulled out what looked like an auspex. The whirring instrument made some sounds and its flashing display reflected of his goggles. "Who are you and what are you doing skulking around Sun Oasis?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: Black Crusade: The Rought Uprising</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Ironwolf85</strong> on <strong>26-11-2011, 07:33:44</strong>
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				"I resent that" Avarius looked down at the angry little man, he might have been but dust, but the weapon he held had more promise than it's wielder. "we are not sulking, we are searching for the source of that wonderful little humming, the kind made by a plasma generator, there are also a number of angry raiders coming this way, I was hoping to use the generator over there" as he points to the blue glow in the distance "so that when they attack us, we slaughter them, place their heads on spikes, and set their corpses alight with warpfire. the servo muscles will make moving the corpses easier" he thought for a moment looking down "oh yes and we're also on the way to our new friend's village" he genstured to the two tribals the to the blue humming light in the distance.<br>"I've explained what we're doing here now might you do the same, it would be a shame if we came to blows here as I only have so much magic" he made a fake sigh "and I don't want to waste the god's favor frying people that I don't have a problem with."<br><br>(I should make a roll or somthing for coercion or diplomacy shouldn't I)
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Black Crusade: The Rought Uprising</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Wargtass</strong> on <strong>26-11-2011, 13:42:21</strong>
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				<div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote">Quote</div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">Roll Result: Avarius rolled: 1d100, modifying each die by 10<br>Comment: Diplomacy (Fellowship -10) against weird guy in the desert -10<br>Result: 38,<br>Total: 38</blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br>The man scoffed, putting away his auspex.<br><br>"Resent all you want, but unless you have the permission from the Mistress you are not coming near the reactor. At least not with your body intact..."<br><br>He gave some hand signs to his comrades and turned around, walking towards the dune that was hiding the reactor.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Black Crusade: The Rought Uprising</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Ironwolf85</strong> on <strong>28-11-2011, 06:45:42</strong>
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				(feel free to do things at any time guys, don't wanna hog the spotlight)<br><br>"very well" Avarius smiled beneath his faceplate the changer of ways would be proud, why fry them when they can be made to serve, or convinced at least, for servatude he'd need to win over their mistress bind or guile. "show us to your mistress, might as well get permission to use your generator" he might be a new servant of change, and details between him the changer and the prince still in flux. But crushing Karrak meant he needed supporters, forges, minions, champions, and cultists, war machines, making deals is how you get off to a good start.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Black Crusade: The Rought Uprising</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>HairyHeretic</strong> on <strong>02-12-2011, 12:07:09</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				A brief smile flickers across Tymor's face at the mortals words. He marks the face, and pictures the flayed skin adorning his plate. <em>Later, perhaps ...</em> <br><br>He considers telling the warn about the threat following along behind them, but dismisses the idea almost immediately. If the guards are alert, they may prove useful in weakening his enemies. If they die, they may at least weaken the other group first. Once he chooses to become involved, if he saves this mistress, she owes him a debt. If they all die, well, then the generator is the spoils.<br><br>He mentally nods in satisfaction and follows along, mapping out the terrain, seeking out ambush sites for later.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Black Crusade: The Rought Uprising</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>NotoriusBEN</strong> on <strong>04-12-2011, 02:13:23</strong>
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				"Blegh, skeevin' raiders." Dauskin said under his breath. These giants were supposed to be 'angels of death'. So far all they did was make Dauskin feel like he'd be talked to death. He held is tongue afterwards, he knew an ambush when he'd seen one, but he and Tanvi wouldnt *be* in this situation if they didnt have to lug around a couple oversized tin cans that could barely walk. "Helluva day, today, Tanvi..."
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