[u]The Summoning[/u] ~[b]Deep within the Bloodwrath, a large figure rises from the ground, as if clawing out of a portal. He stands up, with his shining gold armor now a dark red, and he holds his electric spear in both hands. Unaware of what lurks inside of the ship, he moves forward~[/b]

Ninjas move this post to #Destiny

Super Saiyan God Gordon Bombay appears: "KkkkkaaaaammmmeeeehhhhaaaaammmmeeeHHHHAAAAAA!!!" *Prison destroyed Gordon Bombay has killed everyone "Bombay out" *insta-transmits away

[i]Whhuuuyahh...?[/i] [b]Stratos groans awake clutching a piece of dry wall portraying a crude drawing of a liver with 23 tally marks underneath. He reaches over and grabs his spear, which has a liver on its tip.[/b] [i]Hello?[/i] [b]He struggles to his feet, holding the drywall like a shield and progresses slowly through the ship[/b]

[b][u]Hunter of the Mighty[/u][/b] Deep withing the bowels of the Bloodwrath a presence hunted free of prosecution. The being had no real shape or form it simply was as it wished. It was whispered that it was attached to the Blood Wolves by the pact made by Karnis, but in truth it showed up after his death. It followed the steps of Brimstone for reasons unknown, it's allegiance unknown. But now this monstrosity seemed free of its restraints. And for the first time in a long time it sated it's hunger for the hunt. It did not discriminate. It hunted men and machine, even the Champions of lost gods in the depths of the chaos torn ship. Deep within the quarantine it waited patiently as it stripped the flesh of a you chaos beast. Soon the doors would open and the would be hunters would learn their place. The Wolf awaits.

'Anyone want to be a guide. I need to know where I am'. [b]he enters half wolf form and devours the end of the deer he had been eating earlier[/b]

[spoiler]Kinda skimmed through the reading.[/spoiler] Nobody wanders, searching for signs of life that don't want to end him.

[b][u]Death March Training[/u][/b] "Omen is right," Brim said ass he studied the map of the quarantine zone. "I will be lucky if a handful survive the way back." "I told you already, you need more killers and less soldiers. Any goon that can hold a gun, those PDF are proof enough."Growled Leo from the other side of the table around the smoking stub of an iho stick. " You need someone you can't trust but everyone depends everyone. I doubt some of these kids could kill someone touched by the great unclean one." "And let me geuss, you know how to fix that?" "Naturally." "Go then we have little time left." Brim relented. "But I cant promise you any favors this time, your tastes are rather rare on this ship." ♤♡♢♧♤♡♢♧♤♡♢♧♤♡♢♧ "Now would some one PLEASE explain why you all are practicing with plastic fcking toys and not real fcking blades." Shouted Leo to the gathered crowd. Under his boot was the men's CO. He was battered and bloody. Leo picked him first for his boasting which he felt he had permanently solved. "And I swear to the fragging Emperor the next person to say because it is training will be thrown down the lift instead of riding it." A group of medics began pushing their way through the crowd as Leo continued screwing as the Sargents distributed the real blades. As the first one bent down to look at the CO they were me with a boot to the face. "Can you explain why you are looking at this grox shit under my boot. He can't be worked on." "Why the frag can't he." "Because this man's condition," Leo smiles. " is dead" a single gunshot rang out as the CO's brain was splattered across the floor. "Welcome to a real killers training."

[i]Sits on a desk, fapping merrily[/i]

Pass the bleach

[b][i]Chapter 1.4 - The Last Supper[/i][/b] [i] A great feast is hosted by the Summoner for his guests aboard his starship, the Bloodwrath. The Chamber of Souls is where the feast takes place, an area previously off limits to the general population of the ship. Hundreds of massive, ebony tables are aligned in rows, with enough seats to feed ten thousand men. The seating is not assigned, and the participants are encouraged to mingle with each other. The guests file in and takes seats at the table, the process takes several minutes. As the guests file in, they are taken aback by the stunning beauty of this chamber. Hundreds of lavishly painted murals of human history stand out from the black marble walls, each painted on giant banisters of the finest cloth. They are lit by a single, astoundingly massive chandelier of glowing soul gems, each one shining a different color and casting vibrant rays of light. The chandelier levitates in the center of the giant chamber. [b]A giant painting of Fulgrim, the once noble Primarch of the Emperors Children, hangs above the massive door - his features Phoenician and utterly perfect. His long white hair is drapes over his broad shoulders, accentuating his pale face... But his eyes... There is something about this painting that is utterly horrifying. Those who know the story of Fulgrim are appalled to see the painting in the room, and know what it actually represents.[/b] The feast begins. Servitors in black, silky robes file in bringing an unending variety of exotic and outlandish treats. They are served on platters of pure gold, each one priceless and one of a kind, inscribed with ancient languages - most dead and forgotten. The silverware, also pure gold, is inlayed with diamonds that catch the light as the guests dig in, from the Summoner's view from the master table, elevated above the others, it looks like an ocean at sunset, reflecting multicolored beams of light. Multiple hosts of rune priests spread out amongst the guests, spreading a musky yet sweet smelling incense laced with powerful psychedelic properties that relax the guests as well as alter their perception to make the experience totally unforgettable and unbelievably pleasurable. The Summoner stands at his table and the room goes silent. "Honored guests, this is the Chamber of Souls. It is the birthplace of both legions that stand among you today. It is our mutual home, and we welcome you to this feast to put aside our differences for the sake of the circumstances. Although once sworn enemies, today the Imperial Death Angels of Sarris-Sanguine, and my Legion of Darkness come together to honor our agreement of cease fire.. And it comes at a time of turmoil. Tomorrow many of you will descend into the depths of this mighty ship and many of you will not return. So tonight, we honor you with this last supper." Says the Summoner as he holds up a diamond chalice. "To the dead!" Shouts the Summoner as he takes a gulp of exotic wine. "To the living!" He shouts again, taking another drink. "And to the afterlife!" He shouts as he takes finishes the chalice of wine. Music begins playing, it's tune is strong and inspiring, and the psychedelic effects of the incense give the sound profound depth - those that hear it never forget this moment as long as they live. [b]They will remember this last moment of peace, for after the quarantine is opened, peace will be no more.[/b] [/i] [spoiler]open to all, mingle with each other. [/spoiler]

*appears after a long tormenting houl that shattered war drums. He has no memory on how he appeared here. But he knows he must hunt his new prey* Lothric enters his human form with his spear in his hand. He prepares to venture in to the prison [spoiler]open to all[/spoiler]

A steel cage being carried by a large bird, as it gets closer to the ship it drops the cage onto the ship the bars shatter and a man in armor roles out onto the floor, a steel mask covering most of his face and the bars melt instantly, flowing together to form a large blade, a crowd gathers around the man as he begins to awake... [spoiler]open to all[/spoiler]

Vladimir wakes suddenly. He looks around and sees the dull lights that are embedded in the walls of the room. He groans and goes to sit up but he feels stopped by something that he cannot see. He notices a large double door to his right and at that moment is slowly opens and the lights brighten slightly and but he can only see the black silhouette of someone approaching him. [spoiler]Open to all [/spoiler]

[b]Boredom and Anger Personal Room =============================== Kat sat in her room, bored out of her mind Not much was going on that really interested her, although the current crisis demanded attention She sighed then, eventually laying down on her bed, drifting off to sleep later[/b] [spoiler]Open I guess Short post, was bored [/spoiler]

What is going on here

Striker walks into the bar, his boots clanking on the ground. He walks up to the bar and sits down. He looks at the bartender. "What do you have to drink?" (Open... Ish... I'm bored)

[u][b]Access point[/b][/u] [i][b]the hull[/b][/i] [b]on a planet with the stars showing, a battle is being fought. Machines of wire fight massive crystalline beings fight as a revolt or the search for a God. In the battle, a tall machine with a domed head with a blue goo showing is leading the wire framed warriors. Then the crystalline beings fighting him, called transcendents they wish to worship him by making him their god. The unveil a massive cannon out of thin air, it's shot sent ripples across the ground, air and space and send a ball of incomprehensible power to the beings armies. They never stood a chance, then in the chaos the being survives. He's trapped in the blood wrath, the tall figure steps around. His legions are wiped out so now he's alone, waiting for them to regenerate.[/b] [spoiler]open[/spoiler]

[b][u]Uune[/u][/b] [b][i]South Sector; Seventeenth level from the top[/i][/b] The silence throughout the massive cathedral like hallway seemed eternal. The undead or dying hiding among the floor carefully crept avoiding each others' stares. Then something strange occurred at the sealed door blocking the end of the hall; a sounding crash reverberated on the other side. Startled, the hidden hugged themselves more tightly, whimpering and praying the door would stay sealed again as it had done countless times before. Another, heavier this time, crash sounded through the double metallic doorway. The ceiling above shook off embers and ash at the unsettling rumble. Once again there was a deafening silence and some of the braver souls began to peek out of their dwellings. Immediately the door exploded with sound and the massive seal chained to it fell in two; a crevice had appeared where the gate had began to open. Some of the undead began to cry out in fear, others deathly silent as the doors slowly opened. Behind the door was a darkened, massive figure draped in tar black robes with what looked like an entire array of the galaxy colored upon the clothes. The giant was holding what looked like a staff nearly as tall as itself; as if it were floating the cloaked giant moved through the open doors into the cathedral like hall. The figure's head was covered in a hood sprouting from the top of the robes, through the black veil only two molten lights had shown through; the eyes. The creature lifted its non-staff hand into the air and performed a small movement whispering something, [i]"Reveal Yourself...."[/i] As soon as the words had been spoken a small, gangly and tattered man appeared out of thin air in front of the comparable giant. His eyes bulged with utter horror, scrambling away from this sudden threat. Before he could take his sixth step a large, silvery thorny hand wrapped itself around his waist and lifted him into the air. With a shout he grunted and bashed upon the solid appendage trying to escape from the grasp of the giant before him. Fearfully looking around his mouth opened in a blood curdling scream, then the figure placed its face to nearly touch the man's who had immediately gone limp; his eyes blank and mouth slack. A glowing greying wisp had floated from the man's face and passed through the giant's veil. A series of visions all brandishing the images of battles, other humans clad in power armor, a ship... [i]The[/i] ship... So this is where he was... How unfortunate. As if bored the giant dropped the still breathing man to the floor with a deafening snap; his neck broken from the fall. This had become more interesting... [spoiler]Open[/spoiler]

[b]Exclusion Zone[/b] Subtle was not a word in which Brimstone understood. In fact subtle was the farthest thing from what was happening outside of the quarantine. Granted the man knew what needed done and how to do it, he seemed to lack an understanding of what else could be accomplished in the process. There where few breach points to the quarantined zones and the area Brim chose had only one access point. That access point however was near an engineering lift giving him the power of a multi leveled area to set up a base. The main bay itself was alive as ever. Engineers scuttled to make repairs on infrastructure, soilders of all types training, medical practitioners even managed to set up a triage . But supplies where still short and volunteers where few as most fell in line to sarris or the summoner for leadership Both were exceptional leaders, Brim thought, but both had their visions clouded. Only thought about the long term victories and never the small ones. They sought to defeat an enemy in its entirety, but never how to break them and burn their ideology to its core. They refused to understand the psychological destruction on a personal level wouldn't only break an enemy but break their ideals and concepts. And that was the only way to achieve true victory. The destruction of not only the enimies life but of their very minds as well. A commotion broke brim from his thoughts as he tore his eyes away from the lift going to the access point and over towards the incoming lift. Basic lift exos began unloading the supplies as engineers scuttled to distribute them to appropriate areas. A round of cheers where shared as combat servators acted as an escort to 10 heavy weapon exos. The exos where slow archaic things made for normal men but the moral boost from them was to immense to ignore. And without any friendly marines the option for those platforms gave a massive relaxing for the patrols. And bringing up the rear was mouth with his cocky smile and a dragon fruit in hand.

I used to love Warhammer...now it's X-Wing all the way

Can I role play as a lusty argonian maid?

KAIOKIN TIMES -1455668997

[quote]Prison of Exiles[/quote] Hmmmm Pr o Ex P o E PoE OP is a desticle fgt confirmed

Some kind of.....aura..entered The Bloodwrath. A feeling felt by all. It made the hairs on the back of your neck stick up, made you alert. Was it fear? Uneasiness? The clamor of The Bloodwrath dampened slightly, but it was barely noticeable. Someone important was coming. It was a man, but he looked nothing short of a beast. He was 6'4, with a very muscular build and broad shoulders. A black leather jacket, devoid of all light, stretched across him. He wore pants, the same lightless color as the jacket. Black combat boots that seemed belonging to a soldier, touched the ground where he stood. Under the leather jacket was a shirt the color of blood, tight against the man's muscular body. Every article of clothing he wore was covered in dirt, grime, and most notably, blood. He appeared unarmed, but the feeling he gave off was enough to tell anyone who gazed upon them that his fists were the only thing he needed. His face was strong, hard, experienced. Covered in scars, fresh and faded. Red and white. New and old. He had, dirty, brown hair that ended near his neck. A thick, yet short beard with the same brown color as his hair. He began to walk, slowly, yet subtly. Not too many looked over, yet not too many ignored him. He sat down near the bar and uttered one word. "Beer." His voice rung through the room. He was something. Not a man. But an ideal. A concept. A sin. [b][u]Wrath has come.[/u][/b] [spoiler]open[/spoiler]