The Siege of Delorien VI

[barkblast334]

OOC: christ! sorry have been inactive for so long. forgot all about my RP!

As Jareth hacked through the undergrowth with his talons, he dropped quickly to one knee as he heard the boom of a space marine assault cannon burning through flesh. He smelt greenskins, orc, the foul breed! He hissed, and moved silently through the long grass, tree, vines and various creatures.

He parted a bush to look down into a bullet riddled battlefield, with as he thought, Space Marines and Orks battling for supremacy! His face became that of rage as he spotted the Tau Shas'ui hiding on the other side of the ridge, and he raised his rifle to fire.

Two shots rang out, making the warriors in the valley below pause for a moment, for making for each other again with brutal intentions.

OOC: B.T.W, elegant speech somewhat please. and the nippy idea, somehow not. Tame 'nid? I'd love one, but in warhammer, well...let's say the god emperor himself (THAT dusty old corpse!) would leap from his golden throne in disgust. Got it? by all means, be a nid...intelligent warrior, genestealer, one of a kind. you name it, jus nut tame. sorry. BTW try to use grammar people.

Also Zsrack or however you're actually meant to spell your name, sorry, anyway all your guys are meant to be constrained by the Warhammer universe. So generic mysterious alien race, doesnt really work. try infected by 'nid virus or something. OH oh idea: Eldar guy, who, captured by the 'nid hive, was tortured and experimented on, but escaped before consumption. as such, he can tap into the synapse, and 'talk' to 'nids.

[barkblast334]

OOC: double post, whoops. firstone too long.

If one could of seen it, one would stare with all their heart. Many an ork fell to the chainblades of the emperor's finest, whilst staring at the creature that dared to cross their ranks. Similarly, not a few battle brothers fell to the orks quickest to recover.

Jareth leapt through the battle, jumping and running. If an obstacle presented itself, it would soon be passed as the Kroot leapt off enemies' chests to gain height. He had soon reached the other side of the small valley, and he virtually ran up the other side, which was a very sheer wall of dirt and grass, unlike the opposite end.

He ran into the thorny clearing finding the quickly recovering Tau, for he had used special hand-made tranquillizer bullets created from the poison secreted by a rare plant-creature in the hellish jungle Jareth now called home. Jareth dealt the Shas'ui a crushing backhand blow to the face, knocking off his helmet. He glanced at the Tau's calm eyes, shocked, and said

"Not afraid of me, Tau? Or have you finally come to take me back, you (please do not swear)! Your whole race deserves to rot in a hell such as this! Your armour will not save you, nor your weapons nor your technology. It is a beast-eat-beast jungle, and I am right at home here...die by my hand, you--"

Jareth still stared at the Tau, and presently having ripped off half of the armoured plates of his battlesuit, the Shas'ui's eyes still possesed of that intense calm. Jareth backed away, then realizing his mistake, readied for the coming battle...between the alien, and the raw nature of the beast.

OOC: some may say that i am controlling his character, however i am not. Look at my writing. he is still standing, albeit minus some armour, and no harm has been dealt. If you want to kill someone, shoot em or stab em, then see what they post. if they post

"OOH god i'm dyin' someone help me, ah (please do not swear) i snuffed it."

then thats fine. horribly mutilate their body then mount various parts of their anatomy on sticks. but if they say

"<name> dodged the blow skillfully, leaving his attacker open to counter-attack"

or

"his attacker dealt <name> a mighty blow, knocking him to his feet. However he was not hurt and his armour/tough skin had absorbed most of the blow"

then you have to work with that. keep tryin though, you'll hit em eventually. No invincibility, people, makes it fair. if you die, call for a medic.


Also, try to use your abilities extensively, though not spammingly, if you know what i mean. Look at what I just did. I'm probably gonna get pounded in the fight, coz i'll be moderately puffed. HEHE


Y'all play nicely now, ya hear!
BarkBlast334, one and only..

[w00teldar]

jenson crushed a fire warrior's head with his powerfist and moved on to attack some more.

[barkblast334]

OOC: w00teldar. read the above post. A: grammar. B: slightly elegant writing please! C: a bit longer posts than that.

other than that, cmon people, this thing is active again!

IC: Jareth heard a fire warrior's scream and immediately contorted. He turned from this unfrightened new foe and leapt down into the valley to aid the shocked Space Marines in a 3-way battle that was starting to look unwinnable.

He came down next to Jenson and shouted in his alien voice
"Fear me not!"
before slashing open the head of an Ork, and shouting again
"I bear a mortal emnity against the Tau, and everyone bears a grudge against the Orks! Therefore, we are on the same side. I will fight with you!"
Jareth then leapt from Jenson and ran into the fray, killing indiscriminately, discerning neither Ork nor Tau.

[w00teldar]

OOC oh, (please do not swear) i did'nt re-read the first page and i thought we were fighting Tau, ignore my first earlier post. by the way that was correct grammar, except for capitalization.

Jenson looked over and saw a swarm of orks running at him and he opened fire, stopping alot of them, but when the got back up he cursed and led his squad into a charge against them, punching the biggest one, which made him fly back and slammed his fist onto another. suddenly an ork blade came out of nowhere and and tried to kill Jenson and he caught the blade in his powerfist and snapped it with a twist of his wrist. he then pumped rounds into the greenskin's face.

(long enough? that was not meant to be sarcastic, B.T.W

[Zemox]

"Were closing in on the battle, prepeare to charge in 20seconds" Thog and his veterans hear over the vox sitting inside the rhino, with an assault ramp splitting the driver compartment in two allowing for a quick and very brutal assault in a matter of moments, the rhino was also their armory containing a pair of frost claws (basically frost weapons that rerolls to wound), for every member of the squad aswell as flamers and other assault armaments. It also contained a rocket launcher incase of light veichles.
As it was now Thog had decided that the frost claws would be the best choice for the battle to follow.
Thog had also decided to leave the shruken pistol at home, or in the rhino, it was a specially buildt rhino wich made it bigger than a rhino but smaller than a land raider, making space for all these special items everywhere.
The frost claws clicked into place on the power armor gauntlets, as the driver started the countdown...
"assault in 5...4....3....2....1.... For fenrir for russ!!" as the assault ramp hit the ground and the squad charged out, instantly ending up face to face with at least three dozens of ork boyz.
"GRENADES!!!" Thog yells as his squad start throwing frags into the mass of orks encrouching towards them, a few seconds before the orks hit them the squad made sure the wolf pelt that they used as a cloak wasnt stuck into anything, and making sure that all the diffrent wolf totems were in place.
Thog can feel the battle lust taking over as the two forces hit each other, his battle brothers howling with joy as the fight started, Thog stabbed his left hand trough the head, before spinning to the right killing another ork with his right hand as he spun around and at the same time throwing the ork that was stuck on his left claws over his shoulder hurling it into another ork sending it tumbling on its back and knocking it halfway uncounceous.
The squad fights shoulder to shoulder making sure to cut their way trough fast enough to make sure that they dont get surrounded, carving a wide path of dead bodies trough the ork horde, they had done this so many times before, Great Grimnar always sendt them when he needed allot of things killed fast, they were good at it.

[Interogator]

James sudenly bursts from the foliage into the orks,burning everything in his way.He takes the chainsword and hackes down the nearest ork then dissapears back into the jungle.He stands on the edge of the valley,the same spot Jahtekh stood moments ago.He took the lasgun from his shoulder and took aim on the ork lootas on the other side of the valley,behind the ork lines."Wait,I almost forgot the silencer!" thought James to himself as he put the silencer on.He aimed at the biggest ork that looked like a mek and fired the whole clip.He then quickly dived down the cliff into foliage as the lootas fired back.Bulets passed his head and he ducked even deeper into the undergrowth."That was close." he sighed.

[barkblast334]

OOC: post tense please! unless speaking.

IC: Jareth looked at all these new marines coming out of the foliage or personalized vehicles, and started to run. He had fought alongside one of them, but any others would certainly not see his reasons. So he ran like he was chased by the furies. Occasionally, he stopped to inspect the damage dealt by the enemy forces' weapons, but mostly he just ran.

Once he had ran up the side of the ravine to his original starting point, Jareth spotted a Space Marine in the bushes, who was obviously geared up to attack. As Jareth raised his claws to tear the 'metal-man' open, he burst out of the bush, firing wildly at the decimated Ork forces. He knelt to take out a lasgun, then silenced it and emptied a whole clip into an Orkish Deff Dread.

This time, Jareth ran full tilt towards the battle-brother, with his rifle in his arms, pointed straight at the Space Marine's head...

OOC: Interogator, please respond to this post with what happens to your character. As I may have said before, we aren't allowed to kill other players openly without their permission. So, just say "and james dodged" or "and james took the bullet in the face, but it lodged in his eyepiece" or whatever you want to happen. I'll work with the results. Dance, 'umie, dance!

B.T.W., my name is Jareth. I'm a Kroot shaper.

[barkblast334]

Narrator: With the Ork armies being decimated, their unusually ''cunnin' warlord ordered a full 'evribodi buh me keep fitin''. With the Orks on the run, the Emperor's Finest could rest a while, but as a vox messenger ran in to talk to Thog, bad news was abounds...
"Sir, we think the Chaos are here. It looks like there is a Warp Storm approaching, and my scouts had been hearing strange noises in the jungle. When I sent them to investigate, none came back. Take my word for it, sir. The 13th Legion of the Defiler is here."

[barkblast334]

OOC: We need Chaos and possibly Necrons and Eldar. Also we need Tau. Anyone? Not if u don't want to though, no, not at all.

[barkblast334]

As Jareth ran, he tripped over a stone, smashing into the dirt. When he looked up, he had no time to react as a Deff Dread's claw bit into his neck. He died wondering where he went wrong.

OOC: New character, since we need enemies.
Name: N / A, however his callsign is "Predator". He is usually adressed by his callsign.
Unit Type: Warrior
Race: Tyranid
Weapons: Scything Talons, Deathspitter
Personality: Cunning and talented, resourceful and willing to ally with others...for his own benefit.
Specialties: Synapse powers, though no control over other 'nids
Other: When he was fighting in his third war, he was captured by Imperial Guardsmen with nets and tranquillizers. He was experimented on, removed from the hive mind forcibly and given free will. As such he will never truly be a Tyranid again. He is now a hired bounty hunter. Has learnt to speak limited English.

Narrator: It was in the deep of night, and the pounding of bony hooves and talons awoke all with frightened starts...

IC: Predator ran from the horde. He was not connected anymore, nor would he ever be, to the hive mind and it's warriors could not discern him as a 'nid. As such, he ran. Sometimes backwards, firing his Deathspitter into the broods of gaunts and slashing with his talons at the ones that got too close, but mostly he ran forwards, sometimes on all sixes, but most of the time on two legs.

He could see the Space Marine camp ahead, and their were many broods of hormagaunts and termagants behind him, trying to kill him. He thundered into the camp and started shooting from on top of a bunker at the massing hordes. Suddenly, a Ravener burst from the ground and seized him in it's claws, dragging him back down.
"Help! Somebody, help me! I am friend, not enemy! You help now, help me!"
All the while he was grappling with the Ravener. He was too close to get a shot in, and he was too tired from a day of constant running to kill the Ravener with brute force. He saw Space Marines approaching in disbelief, but they didn't matter. They would not get to him in time. The Ravener pulled him under.

He fell into a system of subterreanean caves, which crisscrossed in every which way. He looked for the Ravener, but could not find it. He stood up, but was knocked into the wall but a crushing charge from the Ravener. But he saw moon-light above his head, and there were numerous pipes. The Ravener was still stunned from the charge's impact, but was fast recovering. Predator was faster still. He scrambled out of the caves, aimed his Deathspitter down the hole and emptied a whole clip into the two holes the struggle between himself and the Ravener had made.

"What the hell---'nids fightin' 'nids?"
"I'm bounty hunter. You need help killing, correct?"
The battle-brothers remained sceptical, keeping their weapons raised.
"What do you mean?"
"We talk price, no?"

Predator pulled a facial expression that could be mistaken for a grin.

Except for the fact that is was.

[Zrascak]

(OOC: I actually thought about my character as having a small rest of the Slann race in him. Is that okay with you? I wrote unknown since i don't think very man humans in the 40K world knows about them.)

"So what do we have here? A tyranid from a different hive fleet than these ones or a soloworking one?" Zrascak says as he glares at Predator. "Give me but one goodreason for me not blowing you away from the universe right now and i might let you live." As he says this he draws his gun and aims it directly towards Predators head. At a sound from the ground Zrascak drew his sword and lashed out in the precise spot where another ravener, probably a partner to the one that Predator just had killed and beheaded it, still without taking his aim away from Predator.

[w00teldar]

my favorite race is eldar so could i kill off Jenson could i make one?

[Zemox]

After breaking the ork horde Thog and his squad sits down and starts to clean their equipment then a messenger comes running towards them, when he reaches them he opens his mouth and says.
"Sir, we think the Chaos are here. It looks like there is a Warp Storm approaching, and my scouts had been hearing strange noises in the jungle. When I sent them to investigate, none came back. Take my word for it, sir. The 13th Legion of the Defiler is here."
The whole squad looks at him like he had two heads.
"Chaos huh? well they have been in need of a good space wolf trashing since russ ey guys?"
A lound cheering noice is heard from the squad followed by a long howl.
Thog walks over to his rhino and into the driver compartement, "hey bjørn see if you cant make contact with fenrir or any imperial ship out there somewere, let them know to go get the fleet, we dont need a cruiser or two we need a whole imperial fleet, space wolves if you can okay".
"Affermative" is heard from bjørn, and starts rigging up his comunication equipment.
"Messenger, have you seen any other possible allies on this planet? we are going to need all the help we can get untill the space wolf fleet arrives, if it arrives that is."
Thog says and stands there waiting for a reply from the messenger.

[barkblast334]

Predator glared at the Space Wolf, then straightened his back and snarled,
"Not good speak, so hear close." Predator pointed at himself, then spoke again.
"Guardman. Guardman take me, away far away. From hive mind. He cut me. Cut me from realspeak. No more realspeak. Blank. Nothing. Black void. So I learn pink-one speak. Cut me from mind. Cut me from mind. Not good. Not good speak, no, no. Not good at all."
Predator forced from his mouth the words, haltingly and pausing in between syllables.

Suddenly, the small ears down his neck opened and closed, as if trying to hear. Predator spun round, firing his deathspitter in wild arcs at the onrushing horde of genestealers and termagants. A borer beetle lodged in between one of his armoured plates, more followed. He came down onto one knee, still shooting, black ichor spraying everywhere from the wound in his shoulder. Still he kept shooting at the living horde of teeth and claws. Spikes from a spinefist found their way into the side of his neck, his veins cording out and more ichor flying free. But he was fighting a losing battle, and while the Termagants had died, crushed by either his Deathspitter ammunition, or from the pounding of genestealer feet. The genestealers closed in. There were at least 9 of them, swarming all over Predator's body, the once red and bone-white 'stealers were now inky-black and blue from the spraying blood. Predator's blood. But still he fought. More than one genestealer went flying from a mighty backhand blow with his weapon, and 3 were eviscerated by his claws, but Predator's strength was gone. His last act in this battle was to scream in his alien voice,
"Embrace death, my blood-brothers!" as he went under. He was being slashed by hundreds of claws, pounded by five pairs of feet, and bitten by thousands of teeth or tendrils. Predator thrust one bloodied hand out of the ravaging pack, imploring the battle-brothers to help him.

OOC: Yes, if you want, you can kill off Jenson for an Eldar, we already have enough Marines. Which is good, but we need enemies.

And yes, Slann is fine for Zrascak. Go for it.