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Edited by Immørtal Fulgrim:
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[b][i]The bar is open.
Aliza open the bar within the Crimson Flagon, she patiently awaits for patrons to arrive. Mac and Shannon prepare the fresh inventory for use.
Several patrons arrive, among them are legionnaires of the Imperium as well as legionnaires of chaos. They sit on opposite sides, glaring death at each other as sworn enemies do.
Commander Libreous-Tibrarium sits at the bar, orders a top shelf scotch with a single ice cube. He stares at the wall as if recalling a great battle. His form is hulking and truly fearsome to behold... You realize you've heard his name before.
Edmond Glass takes a seat nearby and drops a hefty sack of gold on the bar. "Aliza, I want to get fuking drunk, can you help me?" He says with a smile. She smiles in return.
Laughter and music fills the Crimson Flagon as more patrons arrive.[/i][/b]
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Edited by General Percival: 4/19/2016 11:23:06 AMA man in imperial guard regalia walked quickly down a corridor. He stopped at the door to the bar and hesitated. He shook his head and entered. He looked at the foreign faces looking for any in his regiment. He saw none, the harakoni Warhawks were probably still in the rack. Thomas Brantley shook his head, he had no idea why he and his regiment were here, nobody did. He sat at the bar and took off his helmet, and unslung his rifle, setting the former on the counter and latter next to him propped up. "What's on tap?"
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[b][i]Aliza smiles and hands you a menu. "Basically anything as you can see" she states as she cleans a glass. You see everything from light beer to human blood.[/i][/b]
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He shrugged. "I'll have a craft beer then, surprise me."
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[b][i]She cracks open a large bottle and slides it to you, it's freezing cold. It smells quite strong.[/i][/b]
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He sniffs it for a moment then shrugs and begins to drink it. "So, do you have any idea what's going on here?"
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[i]Down a corridor nearby Theron wakes up as he slowly stands[/i] "What the hell kind of shit music is that..." [i]He holds his head slightly[/i] "Damn headache." [i]He looks around at his surroundings studying all he could as he went scratched his face[/i] "Well another place probably another asshat place. Oh well." [i]He started to walk towards the bar and went in viewing all there was to see but the only problems bout this was he looked the size of a sixteen year old which didn't exactly fit for the bar but still he simply sat at the counter and put down some gold pieces[/i] "A scotch please."
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[b][i]Mac walks around the bar with a bottle of expensive, chilled scotch. He pours you a glass and slides it down. "Enjoy!" He says with a strange accent. The drink smells strong.[/i][/b]
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[i]He smiles and takes a sip careful just incase not to drink to much and then put's the glass down[/i] "Now for my second request. Where am I."
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[b][i]Mac shakes his head like he's been asked that a million times. "Do I look like the Fukin all knowing Fukin shaman of fuktopia to you people?!? Da fuk is this?!" He shouts with a smile. [/i][/b]
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[i]He smiles back[/i] "I don no I just been here wandern where da fuk I been."
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[b][i]"Well who da fuk are you then?" He says, leaning over the bar listening intently.[/i][/b]
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"Names Fuk off. So get a ladder and get da fuk off me back." [i]He smiles more as he stands up[/i]
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[b][i]Aliza throws a wet rag at Mac. "Shut up you lopsided fukbag and get to work!" Mac makes a rude gesture at her as he takes a shot. "Fukin twat..." He says under his breath. She hears him and wacks him with a broomstick.[/i][/b]
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Edited by BlindSwift: 4/19/2016 12:37:19 AM[i]He laughs and returns to his normal posture as he continues to drink his drink while studying the bartenders[/i]
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[b][i]You begin to feel your head spin, but it's not just the alcohol. Sinister whispering reaches your ears, and you feel eyes on you. The shadows seem to get darker and shift unnaturally. Something is off about this place, evil is lurking. You see a man in a finely-tailored suit standing in the shadows, but when you turn to look, he's gone. [/i][/b]
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Edited by BlindSwift: 4/19/2016 1:12:11 AM[i]Theron smiles[/i] "So the drum beats again but a different tune" [i]He smiles wickedly and put's down several gold coins[/i]
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[b][i]The bartender collects the coins and hands you a receipt. "Be back soon, our specials always change." She says with a smile. You can't shake the feeling that you're being watched.[/i][/b]
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[i]He smiles in return[/i] (Note Text in boxes such as this [] are for thoights) (So the cat and mouse have been let loose...the only question is which will I be this time.) [i]He starts to walk out of the bar[/i]
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[b][i]A meeting is called in the great hall. You receive a summon. [spoiler]we can continue in the new, chapter 1 post.[/spoiler][/i][/b]
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In the far dark corner of the flag on sits a figure in armor as ornate as that of a primarch. But he is no primarch by blood, but by trial. His chapter is all but forgotten, locked in the confines of the warp amoung their ships. Some say it was fate that locked the Blood Wolves away. Other say they will return with Leman Russ at Wolf Time. The truth itself however is much darker, a plan fabricated by Brimstone for reasons unknown to any but him and his closest advisors. But for now he sat alone, in the darkest corners of the ship, waiting. But most importantly, he was watching.
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[b][i]You hear ghostly whispers as the shadows stir. A towering figure materializes from the darkness, two sinister red orbs mark its eyes but the figure has no form. "You're out of bounds it seems...." Comes a screeching, inhuman voice - the stench of death wafting from it. Armageddon materializes into his hard shadow form, long spikes perforating from its back, red eyes glowing in the dark. [/i][/b]
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[b]"Strong words for the Summoners bitch." He laughs as flames crackle along his gauntlets. "And if recall correctly I put down your little pet Beast down. In one shot."[/b]
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[b][i]Armageddon chuckles. "I've already considered eating you, but you smell like shit.." Armageddon goes to leave, but pauses briefly. The Sarris is loose somewhere down here... Hope you're fast. [/i][/b]
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[b]"Don't worry... not all of us have the need to hide in the shadows like a coward." Brimestone says as he stands. He deftly pulls free his weapon, the Bloodletter. Runic script covers the shaft and chainaxes plate. A cursed weapon owned previously by a thrice cursed deamon prince. "Besides, I need a new trophy. This one is getting old."[/b]
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[b][i]Armageddon giggles. "You wish to meet the Primarch?" He says in Sarris's deep, powerful voice. "I'll fetch him for you.." Finishes Armageddon as he launches a shadow spike past your face, cutting your cheek. A drop of blood hits the floor. "Whoops" he says in your voice as he shifts to a copy of you. [/i][/b]
