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Post by Major Chrispy on Jul 6, 2011 0:46:14 GMT
(Join in! sweet a kroot now we aren't all human..ish, Im also going to assume Jward that some how your character has a translator so he can speak/understand Eldarian/ese/ish or whatever)
Ragnis bursts into laughter, drawing the attention of the guards, whome so used to the cries and anger, were taken aback. One of the two guards walks up and sends a swift kick into Ragnis's jaw, the hit woud have normally broken his jaw, but seing as he was a dark eldar the sorrow around him empowered him and the kick was nothing more than an inconvience.
"Silly human, there is no escape I designed it. We will be sent to the arena, or the Haemonculi. No other options, as this is a warrior transport normally..." Ragnis grins.
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Post by Tyamius, Shadow Lord on Jul 6, 2011 2:28:27 GMT
(He knows the language, never said he was imperium, his family is seen as xeno lovers and he had to learn the language. I'll let others post so we can havedome conversations going, he knows tau, kroot, and eldar.)
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Post by mina on Jul 6, 2011 3:06:09 GMT
Pearlandra had been awake staring at the guards and bodies for hours now her eyes constantly shifting colors. The smell was horrific, the dryness of her lips painful. She glanced at the whining humans, those that were still alive anyway. Two of her darker siblings were chained as was she. She couldn't help but appreciate the irony of two higher ups chained in the ships they had once commanded.
Her eyes glanced about as she looked at the male glowering at the humans. Her tongue was dry, their water had not been brought.. it would be here soon. She looked at one particular human who was making too much noise. She had studied their language, it was primative but it worked, "Be silent now you wretch or so help me Khaine I will tear your eyes from your face and feed them to Ragnis." she stares at the man who has become silent and is blubbering under her harsh gaze, "that is better, you are a fool to show terror to men such as these." she folds her chained arms speaking in her own language again, "They are proud warriors of the shadows, intrigue and deception rule their weapons and bodies. Weakness is destroyed here." she stares at the man hard who stops crying and sits silent as she leans back trying not to breathe too much. It doesn't work for long. As some of the especially fresh bodies are uncovered she dry heaves unable to vomit with no food in her body.
A guard passes her and grins delivering a kick to her stomach which crumbles her to the ground. She is going to die, but she will die still a member of the proud race of Eldar. She look up speaking at the guard, "You are going to die, a knife to the left shoulder, it will hit your heart. You will bleed slowly as she laughs in your ear and caresses your dying body with her own." she stares at him her eyes shifting to blue with mixes of red running through, "You and this ship are a disgrace to Slaanesh, and to yourselves. I wish I could say I am honored to die on your table, but I am disgusted at the poor form, even from a dark brother." she spits blood at his face with a grim smile, "Luckily for me, I will out live you."
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Post by Major Chrispy on Jul 6, 2011 4:07:58 GMT
"Be silent Witch!" Growls the guard, now holding his splinter rifle in a more "combat Ready" position, obviously unerved. The other guard is over by Ragnis having a stare down with the dark lord.
Ragnis stares the guard in the face, and inhales deeply. The stench of fear is overwhelming, and Ragnis even detects a fair bit radiating from the guards, more so from the one by the Craftworld Eldar. Letting out a large grin he mutters something.
"What was that trash?" Snaps the guard.
"Come closer and I'll tell you..." Ragnis grins. The guard, quite intreged goes against his better nature and leans in, only to find himself caught in a tangle of chains as the Archon twists his head around. Stealthily sliding a knife on the guards belt into his sleeve, he lets the body hit the floor with a large crash, causing the other guard to spin around.
"Damn Witch used her powers to twist his head around!" Ragnis shouts, acting terrified while giving off an aura of calm athority. The guard spins around and delivers a swift kick into the Eldars gut before running out the door and sealing it, leaving the prisoners alone...
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Post by virado on Jul 6, 2011 5:51:41 GMT
Lelithne smiled. "Very nice. Not subtle but nice. Very warrior like." If not for this prediciment I would like to go a round with you. In the arena of course." She sat back and enjoyed the fear and pain for a moment as she listened to the moans of those still alive. About 5 people down a young man gasped his last breath and collapsed in a heap. His pain permeated the air and blew over her like a cool breeze.
A thought sprung into her head. She turned toward the former Archon "Toss me that knife. I know of a way to get us out."
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Post by Father Nurgle on Jul 6, 2011 5:59:21 GMT
Slovain stared in obvious ignorance. Commotion of the damned never really peaked any interest. Nothing really does now that he his trapped upon this cursed ship to oblivion... Some minutes had past since he had been thrown back into this pit with the other prisoners after routine torture. The Homunculus of the ship had marked places on Slovain where other limbs and extremities would be grafted on. Apparently if Slovain can take out one of those grotesques then he would take that dead one's place...
The prisoners pit was all but quite, the occasional moan of wraithbone would echo. The guards stood before the pit entrance wielding their splinter weapons that cut down so many cultists in the war on that old planet. Slovain had been hit with one of those before; the pain was so hard to bear, but somehow he had maintained a passive face. His aspiring champion pointed it out every battle Slovain survived. Every once in a while the Champion would say Nurgle favors him. Slavain hoped anyways.
The sudden outburst by another human stopped Slovain in his train of thought. stupid imperial wealth holder; that kind of begging will only empower these dark creatures. Slovain wished to snap the neck of that man to return to sweet quite. That wasn't the only thing that caused commotion though. Rustling of the other prisoners with guards disturbed this rare quietness. Sounded light, like other's of the dark kin. The language of these corrupt beings confused Slovain much, but should he ever want to please the dark gods he was promised power from he would probably have to find some accord with them...
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Post by Major Chrispy on Jul 6, 2011 7:35:20 GMT
(OOC-Just a random fun fact, never marathon Clannad, or you will feel like you want to die, it sucks)
"Well my fair bladress let this knife symbolize my acceptance of your challenge, once I get my chosen gear of course." Ragnis smiles.
Sliding the knife down his sleeve Ragnis catches it on his boot, and flicks it towards Lelithane. The knife bouncedd off the wall and into the lap of the Wyche. The knife was then slid under her leg temperarilly.
"So what cult are you from?"Ragnis smiles.
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Post by virado on Jul 6, 2011 8:33:19 GMT
"Former second in-command of the Wych cult of seduction." The wych smiled. "And I hope that you will be a better challenge than the fool of a guard coming." Lelithane grabbed the dagger with her other foot and stabbed the prisoner next to her. The middle aged man screamed at the top of his lungs as hard as he could. As footsteps pounded toward the door Lelithane hid the knife underneath her.
"Whats going on here?!" One of the guards barged into the the room shouting. "Who did this? Answer and you'll only be lightly tortured before I kill you." The hand chains clinked as lelithane waved toward the guard. "I know." She said in a very sultry voice. The guard bee-lined toward her and grabbed her by her hair. "Well spit it out slave! WHO!" Lelithane move her face closer to the guard's helmet. "Me." she whispered. With lightning speed she flung the knife with her foot and caught it in her mouth, then stabbed the guard in the heart who hit the floor with a dull thud. "Now then." Lelithane reached out with her limber feet and grasped the keys. She quickly unlocked the chains binding her. "Here." She tossed the keys to Ragnis. "Unlock yourself. I need to savor this moment." Lelithane bent down and removed the helmet of the guard. Blood gushed forth from his mouth. "Aw poor baby. Here I'll kiss it better." She mounted the dying guard and kissed him deeply. The guard tried to scream, but it did not escape Lelithane's lips. He struggled for a full minute before going limp, the wych then caressed the face of the guard cooing. "Aw broken already?"
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Post by Esiphas on Jul 6, 2011 12:31:45 GMT
Ginny had been watching the state of affairs slilently. She had thought about unlocking hr chains, but shge figured psychic powers may be a bad idea, considering they may well be in the warp. She glanced at the large chaos space marine, a few metres away. *How did they capture him* she tought, before she coughed. ''Any chance I can get those keys freely, darklings? Or do i have to take them, and risk damnation to us all?'' She glanced at her belly, exposed, as she only wore the rags of her previous clothing. It had a symbol of tzeentch tattoed over it. She hoped this would give the others a clue she was a psyker.
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Post by mina on Jul 6, 2011 14:48:07 GMT
Pearlandra had been flung backwards by the force of the blow causing her to blink rapidly with hatred but controlled it well enough to sit back up. She watched the female wytch's first kill and couldn't help but admire the skill with which she murdered. Then the guard from her earlier predictions appeared. As he lifted the dark Wytch she smiled ever so slightly, a look that not only Ragnis caught in her eyes. Her eyes deepened to a color of green as the wytch took pleasure in the dying man's body.
Then the two dark eldar were freeing themselves and the human was asking for help. She would get it.. Pearlandra thought simply. She already knew they would sneer a lot, but they would know they'd need help to re-take the rest of the ship. She glanced at her own chains and spoke up in the language of the dark eldar, "Would you consider freeing me as well?"
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Post by Esiphas on Jul 6, 2011 15:05:00 GMT
Ginny laughs at the eldars request. ''If you think they'd free you, ou must be mistaken, dying one. Theres more than enough of us here to take the ship without you, and you'll make a wonderful torture subject for them. you are one of the enemy of course.'' She looks the Eldar up and down. ''And i don't see any spirit stones. So your going to become a plaything even after you've died.''
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Post by mina on Jul 6, 2011 15:20:31 GMT
Now this girl's attitude is getting on her nerves. Just because she will end up free doesn't mean she has to flaunt it. Petty human won't even live to the age of 1000 and she still talks like she's got it all figured out. If Pearlandra were free she'd give this human the thrashing of a life time. Instead she shrugs at the girl, "You seem to have mistaken me for someone who cares for your opinion. But I wasn't speaking to you, my race rarely wastes words on humans, especially ones that are (please do not swear) with Tzeentch." she grins coldly turning back to Ragnis, "I was speaking to him." she says before returning to the Eldar language and holding out her hands, "Free me, and I will become your slave willingly. I can tell you what is going to happen before it happens. How many Dark Eldar Archons can bost that. With my help you can not only get off this ship, but you can return to your old post." she smiles at him, "Or you can waste my talents away on the torture table, I really have no choice in what you choose even if I already know what you will." she sits back her long blue hair falling down her shoulders as she sits back closing her eyes awaiting the lords decision.
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Post by Major Chrispy on Jul 6, 2011 18:52:09 GMT
"Hahahaha! Fair cousin I think you are mistaking me for one of murder and slaughter, oh wait. I am!" Walking forwards after being unchained, Ragnis drops infront of the Eldar. "But I will tell you, I would sooner release you than those touched by the warp." He growls, glancing over at the two tainted of chaos.
Unchaining Pearlandra Ragnis stands to his feet, now his attention was soley focused on the human with the mark of Tzeentch. "You know girly, we aren't in the warp, we use webways fool. Unlike your primative species we are masters of travel. And..."Ragnis sneers,"I don't take being threatened lightly." He mutters drawing a knife from the dead guard. Tossing Pearlendra both splinter pistols, and a splinter rifle. "Make yourself useful, hold these."
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Post by Tyamius, Shadow Lord on Jul 6, 2011 20:17:35 GMT
"Wait please...take me I promise with a blade in hand I am one you wish to keep by your side." Mal said still chained up.
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Post by mina on Jul 6, 2011 22:27:28 GMT
Pearlandra smiles at Ragnis as he releases her. Bruises from the tightened chains show on her thin wrists. Whether or not they are painful is unclear because no sooner than she is released she is already behaving as a servant accepting the weapons with no complaint. Her mind is sharp, and she calculates the risks if she were to shoot everyone present. Her mind and powers are fast as she decides that it is in her best interests to obey, please the Archon, and let them all live. As she thinks this her eyes swirl through their three colors and she inclines her head holding the weapons with ease despite the groaning of her wrists. She moves to look at the human girl and grins down at her speaking so she understands, "You under estimate the value of a daughter of Lelicarth." she says the slice of her voice harsh as she turns moving away from the girl still clutching the weapons as she moves towards Mal and considers him before turning with a questioning glance about him.
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