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Post by Edzilla on Apr 26, 2012 7:00:05 GMT
Race: craftworld eldar
Name-Lievnu
Affiliation : unknown
Rank: outcast
Weapons: curved dire sword, Avenger shuriken catapult
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Post by jinx on Apr 26, 2012 11:46:37 GMT
Yeah, whence I'm back from uni this weekend I'll kick it off. oke,thanks |
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Post by t⊗theark on Apr 27, 2012 14:10:29 GMT
Fine, call me in character.
Xynothys awoke in a lethargic ecstasy of fumbling, fellow kabalites, their bodies as broken as his was but he was the only one awake and had the strength to rise to his feet, the refreshing anguish he felt in his battered limbs, looking behind him and seeing the trail of debris from the where the raider crashed and was dragged along the ground. A few other kabalites came to around him, their rattling breaths rising. Xynothys drew from their pain and saw past the fog that clouded his vision and his limbs found renewed strength. He looked over the survivors who had little hope of making it without anything less than a cronos pain engine bu their side. He drew his knife and one by one, cut through the survivor's nerve clusters and major arterial nodes - their anguish and slow bleeding death brought his senses to a razors edge and his injuries were naught.
Refreshed from feasting off his comrade's anguish, as the last glints of their soul left their eyes, he noted his splinter file had split down the barrel, damaged in the crash. He espied the limp cloak veiling the lifeless wreck of an Alaitoc Ranger, who accompanied the alliance of exodite, commorite, harliquin and corsair. Xynothys stalked over with a preditor's guilt and took his rifle - a weapon that killed efficiantly but it could still draw out some terminal breathes - and took his soul stone which could fetch a decent price with a small Heamonculus Coven or Incubus Shrine.
He then recalled the their mission. They had successfully destroyed a Necron tomb complex before it could awake, the residents of this world were for the eldar, not soulless animations. the pilot and some of the passengers of his raider fell dead when their mission was quickly went to making a gain of the ork's and human's squabbles, such is the way of such savages. But what caused so many eldar to die on the way out He then looked over at the unwounded humans and orks littering the barren ground, and it appeared only half the bodies there then he swore here there, likely the rest retreated.
As an emerald portal in the sky absorbed the last eldar gravcraft and closed into the ether he knew right away that he needed to get back into the web way, his soul may not last long here...
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Post by jinx on Apr 27, 2012 15:03:09 GMT
As Zael crashed down into the soil beneath,he noticed he was the only member of his squad that yet lived,had the techmarines forgot to check their jump packs? Over the course of no more then 20 minutes he had lost 9 battle brothers and to what death!
Crashed into the ground,not in battle,they're deaths would not even be remembered,over the vox he heard weird noises,right after that he saw Eldar vehicles escape orbit.
Was it them that messed up their jump packs,they knew their farseers were capable of much,but then why did they spare him?
Then it was he remembered why he had come here,he was here to aid his brothers of the Dark Angels,but it seems he scattered of course,looking for a place to regroup,he saw a plume of smoke,zooming in with his helmet lenses,he saw it was a raider.
Through the vox he called out to his brothers: "any who yet live,regroup at the wreckage of the Eldar Raider,the smoke shall guide you" then he made course for it himself
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Post by Esiphas on Apr 27, 2012 22:38:00 GMT
Utopia looked up from the barren wreck of hsi drop pod. Clutching his sword in one hand, he stood, his tattered red cloak blowing in the wnd whilst his one human eye looked around. The other eye was special, and remained shut. With his cape billowing in the wind, he walked forward. reaching out with his mind, he felt dying souls all around. Eldar, Humans. Space marines. Beneath his helmet and hood, He licked his lips with a blackened, burned tounge. Then, as Lightning danced over the exposed, dulled Artificer armour he wore, he walked forward once more, cloak billowing still, as he flexed his sharp-fingered free hand.
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Post by Edzilla on Apr 28, 2012 9:21:53 GMT
Lievnu kept low among the rubble of a building. Nacrentei had asked him to keep tabs on the eldar raiders, now almost all lay dead. Over the massacre he attempted communion with the craftworld. All he heard was static, the warps presence was to thick to penetrate, he was alone. Gritting his teeth he turned over, he had been lucky but he wasn't exactly unscathed. In his sights was a assault marine heading his way, he didn't look happy. It would take a lot to avoid this confrontation.
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Post by jinx on Apr 28, 2012 10:43:59 GMT
As he was walking towards the wrackage he wondered if any of his brothers yet lived,he had gotten no response of them and neither of the Dark Angels,his strain of thought was broken when his heat sensors noticed something in a ruin,weary and wounded from the fall,he had no intention to start a fight.
He spun his Jump Pack into action and lifted into the air,once at the right height,he made some small adjustments and landed so that the smoke of the vehicle was right between them,he now had the advantage,he had his heat sensors yet the eldar coudn't see him.
It was then he noticed a dark figure to his left,he put his chainsword ready to to be put to use and aimed his pistol through the smoke before shouting:
"Both of you,get out of cover with your hands where i can see them,one wrong move and i shall kill you both!"
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Post by t⊗theark on Apr 28, 2012 10:58:37 GMT
Xynothys noticed something, the sky alight with a peculiar warp storm, nothing quote like what he experiences. Much of the warp activity in the bruised sky was shadowed by something. This would explain why his coul didn't feel as drained as he was expecting. The enemy cannot see this planet.
Xynothys saw some clumsy being launched by a crude rocket which was not too displaced from the grot guided rockets. shouting at some craft world fools behind decaying debris. Xynothys took aim with his long rifle, making sure not to make the wretch's death too quick, The first pulse ricocheted off his armour plated shoulder. It ammused him seeing the pathetic human panic looking around confused at the new attack. He took aim again, this time to lame the savage.
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Post by jinx on Apr 28, 2012 12:39:27 GMT
Zael felt a shot hit his shoulder plate,the dark figure had fired at him!
Putting negotiations apart,he shot his bolt pistol through the smoke exploding the debris behind which the untrustworthy Xenos scum was before proppeling himself at the dark figure which on closer look proved to be an Eldar kaballite.
Right before hitting the ground,he spun his chainsword in action,striking at the surprised enemy,it was to late he noticed the smile on his face.
(since this is my first roleplay,a quick question,should i have waited for edzilla to respond before doing this?)
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Post by t⊗theark on Apr 28, 2012 13:41:33 GMT
OOC Maybe, he can play catch up if he has to. Technically My character and his character haven't met yet so he's just watching us duke it out. Depending on how busy my week ends up, I might be in the same position. Anyways.
IC The human hurtled himself towards Xynonthys, slowly to his perception, he had plenty of time to role out of the way. Narrowly parrying away and dodging the chainsword screaming through the air, he lept upon the marine's jump pack and tore off his helm. He swayed the human off balance, landed atop his chest and held his mono molecular edged knife to his throat. He ajusted his translator, lest he dirty his tongue with the language of lesser beings,
"You do not bear the mark of the Thousand Sons space marine, what business have you here son of Sanguine? I assure you my blood lust out does yours 1,000 fold"
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Post by jinx on Apr 28, 2012 14:36:10 GMT
It seemed the tables had turned,he would have to give an explanation,if only to delay him while finding a way out;
"I have come here in response to my brothers of the dark angels to hunt down the members of the Tzeentchian cult,i did not expect to find Xenos scum here,it seemed that was what slaanesh told me to deliver to him"
seeing the confussion it made on the Xenos,he put his pistol at the Eldar's head;
"So what'd it be Xenos,shall i trully send you there or do you prehaps have another deal?"
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Post by t⊗theark on Apr 28, 2012 15:42:37 GMT
OOC um, question, what does ',it seemed that was what slaanesh told me to deliver to him' actually mean?
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Post by jinx on Apr 28, 2012 15:56:44 GMT
OOC um, question, what does ',it seemed that was what slaanesh told me to deliver to him' actually mean? just something to confuse your char,i bet he wouldn't like to die and have his soul send to slaanesh  my character doesn't currently have anything to do with chaos |
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Post by Edzilla on Apr 28, 2012 16:54:18 GMT
Lievnu assessed the situation. 2 targets one weak and fast the other slow and tough. One knew he was here, the other still unaware. Neither could die. He would have to be fast.
The two were busy locked in stalemate when the shuriken hit. With uncanny accuracy one slammed into the marines bolt pistol knocking him off balance as another hit the knife. Before either could react a cloaked figure had appeared before them. His shuriken catapult aimed at the fallen, his diresword ready to pierce all three of the marines hearts in a moments notice. "Perhaps you would like to tell me why your here before I end you both"
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Post by jinx on Apr 28, 2012 17:08:10 GMT
arrogant Xenos,first one strikes him down,then the next threatens him,do they know not how strong an astartes is?
This would be the second time today he would be needing to give an explanation,what would the Dark angels do if he were to accompany 2 Xenos?
He would probably be executed on the spot,except if...no,that would tarnish his honor.
The blade kept close,the eldar looking at him,no,attacking wasn't an option,it seems he had no choice.
"My name is Zael,Veteran of the Blood Angels 8th Company,I have come here to assist the Dark Angels in purge the cult of Tzeentch from this planet."
Was it right for him to name the Dark Angels,would it not put em in danger?
"I have no business with either of you,step aside and nothing shall happen."
Would it have been a good idea to say that,eldar are an arrogant race,acting as if you are better could end up terribly wrong.
The thirst started gripping him,he wanted to kill them,yet he was not in a position to do so,he would be dead before e spun his chainsword in action,should he draw his plasma pistol,no,using that was out of the question,all he could do was wait,if he were to let out his thirst,he would die no matter what he did.
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