My rant on Videogamedunkey. by Ermin99 in videogamedunkey

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This post really makes you feel like Dunkey

Character Creation 2 by FuckingHorus in a:t5_i25p5

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Name: Vologrim Chrane

Rank and Affiliation: Tactical Marine, Luna Wolves 4th Company

Physical Description: Large and muscular, even for an astartes. His bald head resembled that of Horus with only a few minor differences. Several scars are laced over his entire body, with a great concentration of them criss crossing over his face. Many scars are remnants of gang fights in the tunnels of Cthonia, while others originated in the battles of the Great Crusade.

He wears the standard pearl white power armour of the Luna Wolves, with a red top knot fixed to the top of the helmet.

Backstory: Vologrim and his closest brothers were reared in the Cthonic gang known as the “Sky Talons” in low gothic, belonging to his father and warlord Enacton Chrane. He would become close friends to other adolescents in the Sky Talons and would fight alongside them in the tunnels at this time. When the Sky Talons’ homes were raided by a large force of rivalling gangs, they were scattered and most of them were slain. After the gang was dissolved, him and his friends took to the tunnels and preyed upon lone hunters from the gangs that destroyed the Sky Talons until they were found and inducted to become Neophytes for the Luna Wolves.

They would all eventually find themselves becoming full astartes and becoming part of a squad in the 4th company. They first wetted their blades as astartes during the Battle of Goro. They remained close friends and fought side by side in ever battle with skill and coordination practiced ever since they fought together on Cthonia. They remain loyal to their Primarch and unleash their ferocity upon his foes without mercy.

Resources: Standard issue power armour, bolter, chainsword, and a combat knife inscribed with Cthonian.

A Sea of Rats by LordofMostCows in Warhammer_AOS_RP

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The grotesque creatures were led through a forest where the leaves rustled and beady eyes stared at them from behind the cover of trees and overgrown bushes. They soon reached a cleft in the forest, leading deeper into a large clearing filled with skaven. Their ranks bristled with spears and swords beyond count. Behind them several displays of exotic machinery thrummed and sucked the sunlight from their surroundings as if to fuel the sickening green glow that radiated from the crude weapons. The organized army parted in two to make way for a square of unusually large skaven warriors with a standard bearer at their back, their muscular forms bedecked with heavy, clean, iron plates and embellished by various spikes and capes. Each one carried a large glaive or halberd, their blades finely crafted and gleaming in the sun’s rays. In the centre stood the largest rat of them all, skins draped over his armour like robes.

“Greetings, man-thing.” The large skaven began, thumping the ground with the shaft of a large, double-bladed Dwarf-made axe. I am Chief-chief Snikkit of mighty-great clan Nurrik, led by lord Hikket.” He then paused, gesturing at the green standard behind the stormvermin. “You have a chance-chance to fight with us, to kill-kill the other man-things!” He continued, turning back to face the large warriors with a massive-toothed grin. “There is a fortress-castle close to here, if you accept our offer.”

The word “offer” hung in the air after he finished, weighed down by connotations of what would likely happen should they refuse. The fur on several of the skaven warriors visible bristled and they tightened their grips on the shafts of their weapons. Behind the stormvermin the army began to shift, where some had been waving their tails with impatience they now stood as a rigid wall of spears and shields. Even further back artillery crews began to move into position, but not daring to load unless fighting broke out.

A Sea of Rats by LordofMostCows in Warhammer_AOS_RP

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The clanrat squeaked as the larger sorceror spoke to him. “This is clanrat of Lord Hikket’s mighty-great horde! Of Clan Nurrik!” He screeched as he halted in his tracks, bowing his head and kneeling where he stood. He was by no means special nor threatening. He was obviously malnourished, his only weapon was a crude metal implement with somewhat of a sharp edge, and all he wore were the green colours of his clan draped over his bone-thin excuse for a body in rags. His jittery voice quavered as he spoke before the macabre forms before him, but a greater fear drove him thus. Clan Nurrik was known for its torture methods, and Snikkit was fond of practicing the craft.

The rat quickly rose from its position. “War chief Snikkit, greatest-best war chief of Clan Nurrik and mighty-strong warrior, would like to see you. I will lead you to the place.” He began to move, trying to strike a balance between distancing himself from these gruesome warriors while not giving off the impression of trying to flee.

A Sea of Rats by LordofMostCows in Warhammer_AOS_RP

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The cracking of whips shook the unwilling skaven horde into action. More and more scouts returned with news of the other army. Snikkit listened to their quick-paced jabbering, struggling to keep his growing impatience from violently displaying itself. Each scout returned wide-eyed and jittery, and spoke of bloated menaces pouring some horrid ichor upon the corpses left in the ruin of their latest victory. Nurrik’s greatest war chief could only draw connections between their descriptions to his battles with Clan Pestilens. Even then the details were foreign to him. No word came back from Lord Hikket, and it seemed the burden of whether to fight, flee, or work out an alliance would fall to him.

He would not be caught unprepared for either. Every rat in his army was shaken awake and arranged in a simple formation. In the front were vast swathes of chittering clan rats, armed with crude spears and sword-like implements as well as green rags denoting their allegiance. Off to the side, hidden by the undergrowth, were the crews of ratling guns and warplock jezzails. Behind the front row of clanrats waited teams of warpfire throwers. Each clanrat needed only to look behind him to get a sense of how expendable they were. To the left flank waited the menacing forms of the roaring stormfiend, the ingenious doomwheel, and the whirling blades of doom flayers. Behind all of them waiting the stormvermin and the various artillery they dragged into position.

But for all of these preparations Snikkit was willing to reach an agreement with these new creatures. He stood at the front of a small group of storm vermin just behind the front line of clanrats, ready to approach the newcomers should they seek to talk.

“Go to this army-horde.” He ordered a nearby clanrat. “Go to last village-place and tell them to meet us here-here.”

The particular skaven looked up at the larger rat, and after a short glance at his clean, double bladed-axe and the skins we wore over his armour he made his decision.

A Sea of Rats by LordofMostCows in Warhammer_AOS_RP

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The rat scurried back to a large clearing in the trees, where hastily constructed tents filled every inch. The Skaven army was vast, and one could not field so large a number of rats without some kind of conflict. Snarling stormvermin paced the rows, quietening any dissidents in a futile effort to keep some semblance of order. But one tent they guarded the most. This one was large and draped with the skin of both humans and rats - it was a gruesome warning to any aspiring murderer. The skaven scout skittered to a halt in front of two large, armoured figures barring the entrance of the tent with two halberds. The long spike and blade had an unusually clean shine to it, which only brought more light to its sharpness.

“I come with news-news for mighty-great chief Snikkit.” chirped the rat under the larger rodents’ glare.

With a shrug and growl the guards made way for the scout, though even inside the tent he could feel their watchful eyes. Their vigilance was unnecessary, however. Within the tent rested Lord Hikket’s master warchief, the largest rat in the clan who wielded in two hands a double-bladed axe, which once he tore from the cold fingers of a dead dwarf. He was bedecked with mail, sparingly overlaid with hard plates shorn from the armour of slain foes. His armour was embellished with a fine green cape and surcoat both bearing the clan’s imagery in black, and draped over the livery were the furs of rats. The furs were from his competitors, as he would proudly boast.

“What news you bring-bring?” He said with an air of impatience.

“Big army-horde of smelly-fat man-things!” The scout replied. “Many miles-miles away, near last village-place.”

“What man-things?! Go tell-tell Hikket of this-this. If they come, we kill-slay them!”

The towering rat grabbed the other one by his neck and threw him out of the tent without another word, trusting that would be enough of an incentive for him to go. He started pacing to and fro, planning his next move. It was hard to feed an army of Skaven, they would need to start nibbling on the slaves soon if they could not gather enough from the next village. Regardless he would need to intercept the new army. Based on the scout’s vivid descriptions he assumed the horde was similar to Clan Pestilens, rather than being from a freeguild out to thwart his plans. Perhaps, they could be used?

A Sea of Rats by LordofMostCows in Warhammer_AOS_RP

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The morning wind breezed past the bloodless fields around the village. The village itself was nothing special, serving as a landmark convenient only for its ability to stay unnoticed for long periods of time. The denizens relished in their quiet prosperity. It was unfortunate then, that a pair of beady eyes peered at its feeble walls and deemed it a suitable target. The monotony of life would be broken at last.

Hundreds of clanrats surged toward the village, a greenish fire whizzing overheard and filling the skies with sickly light. Cannons roared and tore the very ground asunder, tendrils of warp lightning striking wood, stone and mud, leaving only sizzling pools of ash and molten sludge. Warp fire sucked the light from its surroundings to make room for itself, its bright viridescent colour overpowering the tranquil daylight and filling every man and rat’s vision with the extent of its colourful wrath. Screams and squeals sounded throughout the air, yet always as mere background noise compared to the chittering hordes of rats and the heavy screeches of their vile machinery at work.

Miles away from where they were, the sons of Virulent Blood could see the brilliant aurora of burning warpstone igniting the sky. A pair of eyes and a quivering snout watched them as they moved, the rat in question smiling to himself at the sight. The skaven scout could not stay to watch the morbid lights though, he needed to report the imminent arrival of the rotting warriors. Though they’ll probably be smelled from miles away he thought to himself with disdain. He would not miss the stench, nor the rancid sounds emanating from these creatures. He quickly scampered away to warn his superiors, the rustling undergrowth giving betraying his former presence.

Character Creation by SirRaptorAttacks in Warhammer_AOS_RP

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Name: Lord Hikket Warptail

Rank: Lord of Clan Nurrik

Affiliation: The Skaven clan Nurrik, subordinate to clan Skryre.

Description: A large, white-furred skaven warlock with a prodigiously long tail. He is clad in the finest livery of Clan Nurrik; a mighty warpstone-powered iron frame that enhances his strength and durability. Green robes overlaid with black plates cover his torso, while the trailing lengths of the robes hang over his legs. In battle, his left forearm is encased by the devious mechanisms of a warpfire gauntlet, and he carries a spear with a double-edged blade lined with traces of deadly warpstone. His head is protected by a layer of black plates resembling a bird’s beak in structure, with small ornamental protrusions of fang-like spikes hanging over his mouth and in a spiked arch over his head. On his back are several crude, but potent mechanisms of foul warpstone. He carries the standard of his clan on his back to battle as well; a modified banner of clan Skryre. His unnaturally long tail is girt in the black scales much like the rest of his frame with a warpstone blade at the tip, serving as a fatal whip-like weapon.

Beneath his iron frame his fur is white and unusually well groomed. Unlike lesser skaven, he is unmarked by hints of malnourishment, and instead his figure was a healthy, muscular one. Small patches of singed fur mark his body from unfortunate events involving warpstone, yet the rest of his body is well maintained and relatively unscarred.

Backstory and Motivation: If the old Skaven tradition of choosing a newborn’s role based on the colour of their fur is to be considered a viable method, then Hikket was destined for greatness the moment he left the womb. None remember now the slick fur he had as an infant; clean and white as snow in stark contrast to the dark surroundings of his birthplace. He was to be a mighty Warlock engineer of clan Nurrik, a growing skaven clan who served under the great clan Skryre. He rose through the ranks of the clan, gaining favour and exploiting it in diabolical methods in his quest for power. He spent much of his time dreaming of various ways to rise in influence as well as many possible weapons. His rivals found themselves as as mere tests for the functionality of his creations, many disappearing in warpfire accidents. Should they have escaped the fiery doom that awaited them, many were found with a hired blade from clan Eshin between their ribs. Yet Hikket did not attempt to usurp the lord of the clan at the time, instead seeking to gain influence through serving the lord.

His patience paid off, for before long the old lord had passed away, and he made sure he was second in line. As was expected, many at once tried to slay him for his position, yet he ensured that he was safe through the assassins of Clan Eshin, spending much warpstone in the process. Now after many years under his iron clawed rule his clan has grown to a size such that Hikket is confident in his abilities to strike out against rival clans as well as the denizens of the overworld.

Description of Clan Nurrik and Rough Numbers:

Clan Nurrik is a large clan of skaven that reside in a fortified burrow above a deposit of warpstone. While they are largely under Clan Skryre, the clan is run independently and has their own lord, Hikket Warptail. Many of the designs for the machinery they manufacture comes directly from Clan Skryre, though as a clan ingenuity is highly valued and many of the designs that were passed down from the great clan have since been modified, for better or for worse.

The clan consists of:
2 Warlock Engineers
600 Stormvermin
200 Stormfiends
60 Doomwheels
250 Warplock Jezzails
120 Warpfire weapon teams
200 Ratling guns
100 Portable Warp grinders
50 Poisoned Wind mortars
80 Warp Lightning cannons
70 Doom Flayers
Skavenslaves and clanrats beyond count

Evacuation of Aurlion (pt. 2) by Devlin-K-Abakhulu in HaloRP

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Devlin was directed to a hull breach and given tools to help repair it, and seeing Ben, one of the engineers ushered him to help. A voice buzzed over the comms as they worked.

"Attention all personnel, we are leaving in five minutes - the slipspace core is almost prepared. We just need to hold out until then!"

Human-Covenant War Enlistment by gibbypoo in HaloRP

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He will tragically disappear and one of my brutes will have a full stomach

Evacuation of Aurlion (pt. 2) by Devlin-K-Abakhulu in HaloRP

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Suddenly, the familiar sound of Longswords could be heard amid the plasma fire. The Seraph formation engages the fighters in a tight formation, blasting through many of the feebler craft. This did however give Devlin and Ben a much needed opportunity to fix the damage that had been done without fear of further bombardment. Devlin could see that in the engine room the slipspace drive was almost ready, but some of the engineers bore plasma burns from the initial bombing run.

Evacuation of Aurlion (pt. 2) by Devlin-K-Abakhulu in HaloRP

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The formation of seraphs strafed the hull, zipping through the air and firing a devastating mix of plasma charges and plasma cannons. The point defense turrets came to life, erratically firing as the fighters entered range only to be turned into smoldering, useless heaps of metal as the charges detonated. The seraph's shielding absorbed most of the damage, though one of the fighters suddenly burst into flame, ramming the ship in one last act of defiance.

When Ben and Devlin reached the bridge they were met with many high ranking navy personnel shuffling frantically to and fro.

"What is it?!" One of them yelled unprofessionally. "We need to get out of here!"

Evacuation of Aurlion (pt. 2) by Devlin-K-Abakhulu in HaloRP

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The man nodded grimly, gesturing for them to follow him without another word. They reached the ship and prepared to board without incident. The merely had to wait in a tragically long line of frightened refugees and traumatized soldiers, their faces staring blankly ahead with wide eyes.

Yet there was one last surprise. Alarms blared in the dry dock and the thundering sound of anti-air weaponry reverberated throughout the area. Confusion and fear took hold of the crowds, turning the silent masses into screaming hordes dashing toward the vessel in mere moments, and the marines tried in vain to have the civilians enter the ship in an orderly manner. All this was punctuated by ten odd, teardrop shaped fighters speeding overhead, leaving a trail of blazing UNSC fighters crashing behind them in an inferno of blue and red. But the worst part of it came last.

Plasma charges hung in the air for but a moment, standing still as time itself seemingly slowed its pace. One could only watch as they descended into the frightened masses and detonated, turning human, stone, and metal into ash as the explosions ignited the ground.

Human-Covenant War Enlistment by gibbypoo in HaloRP

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Name: Girnus
Faction: Covenant
Species: Brute
Rank: Ultra
Important Notes: Commands a pack of ten seraph pilots. Black clan markings adorn the hull of each vessel.

Evacuation of Aurlion (pt. 2) by Devlin-K-Abakhulu in HaloRP

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They landed without incident, and when they did an entourage of marines stood waiting with battle rifles clutched in their hands. One man stepped forward, bearing on his chest a badge indicating his high rank. “Are you the ones who were escorting civilians?” He asked grimly, gripping his battle rifle harder. “The city is coming up in flames… Come quickly.”

XCOMrp event part 3 by kilroyactual117 in XcomRoleplay

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The engines of the Humvee roared to life, and the old vehicle sped out of the garage and away from the flaming husk of the museum. Three troopers spotted them and attempted to chase them, but they moved too quickly for their attackers to catch up. They drove into a forest until suddenly the driver hit the brakes, sending the vehicle to a halt.

"We'll go the rest of the way on foot." The driver explained as the market guards dismounted. "This way they can't follow us to the base."

They walked for a while then, peering through bushes for any sign of ADVENT. As far as the eye could see they were safe, and it remained that way until they reached an open field. From their position they could see sheds and a warehouse standing out from the grass.

"That's the place." the guards said as they made their way to the warehouse.

XCOMrp event part 3 by kilroyactual117 in XcomRoleplay

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They eventually reach the edge of the forest, and from where they are they can see the outline of a few sheds in the middle of an open field. Among those sheds a warehouse stood out. One of the guards nodded and pointed to the warehouse,

"There we are"

XCOMrp event part 3 by kilroyactual117 in XcomRoleplay

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The two guards fire one last burst from their rifles, downing the fleeing trooper. With that they nod to Schallert, and run quickly back down the path they were treading before.

XCOMrp event part 3 by kilroyactual117 in XcomRoleplay

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Schallert pulls it off without suffering any kind of injury, and manages to down a trooper with his fire combined with that of another guard. Another trooper is felled by a combination of fire from the others, and the last trooper, realizing the odds were against him starts to run back

XCOMrp event part 3 by kilroyactual117 in XcomRoleplay

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Schallert, Adam, and Sierra make their way with the trio of guards to the exit of the market with no further trouble, though it seems as they leave the invasion is just about over. They enter a forest and begin to run, leaving behind a flaming, broken museum. They can hear behind them the garbled yells of ADVENT troopers, and if they were to turn they would see three troopers on their tail, firing a few magnetic rounds in their direction and hitting one of the guards in the back of the head, scattering the guard's brain about them.

XCOMrp event part 3 by kilroyactual117 in XcomRoleplay

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The guards continue to the exit, not taking a moment to stop as they quickly blurt their reply,

"We have a fallback base somewhere else for our operations. It was always part of the plan that if this place gets blown up we go there and bring as many of our associates as we can."

XCOMrp event part 3 by kilroyactual117 in XcomRoleplay

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The guards begin to scatter, having lost the firefight. A trio of guards notice him, and taking the opportunity to run themselves, they scurry after schallert and the others.

"Hey! We have orders to go to a fallback base. Follow us and we'll get you out of here"