- Location
- Anatolia
Alright, here it is. Roleplaying Dice Roller · Rolz
Best of three, one person per roll, 1d100-25
Best of three, one person per roll, 1d100-25
And They Shall Know No Fear (Warhammer 30K-40K Astartes Quest)
Since it was my roll I desire the bad news.
- Location
- Anatolia
There is no longer two squads helping defend Life Support.
Hmm, and the good news?
- Location
- Anatolia
The Deathbound are being distracted by an Astartes recruit missing three limbs and gut shot holding them off at gunpoint.
Last edited:
Get this man a dreadnaught.
- Location
- Anatolia
Provided he lasts long enough for that to be an option. Of course, right now he's just missing three of his limbs and has a hole in his stomach. So, provided nothing gets worse, he won't need more than some augmentics.
- Location
- Anatolia
Now, let's do the rolls for the rest of the ship.
I need a 1d100+10 for Engine Defense
A 1d100+20 for Aventus' Planning.
And a 1d100+50 for Hangar Butchery.
Roleplaying Dice Roller · Rolz
I need a 1d100+10 for Engine Defense
A 1d100+20 for Aventus' Planning.
And a 1d100+50 for Hangar Butchery.
Roleplaying Dice Roller · Rolz
- Location
- Anatolia
I'm going to be polite, did someone curse you Nurgle?Calling engine defense
Yes Tzeentch he always tries to ruin my fun.
- Location
- Anatolia
Alright, so the rolls go.
Engine Defense: 1d100+10=30 (20+10)
Aventus' Planning: 1d100+20=86 (66+20)
Hangar "Butchery": 1d100+50=84 (34+50)
Gotta say, Nuffle is out for your blood tonight.
Edit*I also don't like having to double post, so if you guys could share your thoughts it would be appreciated.
Engine Defense: 1d100+10=30 (20+10)
Aventus' Planning: 1d100+20=86 (66+20)
Hangar "Butchery": 1d100+50=84 (34+50)
Gotta say, Nuffle is out for your blood tonight.
Edit*I also don't like having to double post, so if you guys could share your thoughts it would be appreciated.
Last edited:
The Battle for The Argo: Part 1
- Location
- Anatolia
You, are Caspian Shalashaska. Newly recruited Astartes of the Fifteenth Legion and currently trying not to shift too much in a desperate effort to keep your shredded intestines inside your torso. The xenos scum had crashed into you from both sides as Vertex and Tempest squads were traversing down one of the corridors leading towards the life support systems of The Argo.
You bite back a yell as you shift your only arm up to fire down the funnel of the entrance to Life Support, the dark shadows that were the Eldar ducking back into cover. As brazen as they were, they still respected the power of a volkite weapon. You having grabbed every magazine and gun you could find from your fallen comrades, putting them in a pile next to you before you had been immobilized. Now, it was the only reason they hadn't simply charged down the hallway, they knew if they tried, a single pull of your trigger would release a beam that would cut through their entire advance.
A quick a glance at the stumps where your other arm and your legs used to be reminds you how you lost them earlier. After the surprised attack the squads had begun firing back, but due to a lack of bolter weaponry in your squad caution had to be taken in order to not catch each other with friendly fire. Thus, you had mostly used closed range weapons, something the damned xenos had taken advantage of.
It had been horrible, they had split their number in half with no warning. Silently charging forward while drawing their own weapons while their compatriots moved into firing positions. Followed by something you would almost call a dance of death, Eldar in close range dodging at the last moment to conceal their fellows opening fire. Missing their backs by mere centimeters, and the shards striking into the fronts of unprepared Legionnaires. You had seen your comrade Tiberius caught like that, one moment he had been about to split one of the rats in twain with his chainsword. The next he had a line of metal spines impaled across his body vertically, from the middle of his helmet all the way to the middle of his crotch. Dead before he hit the ground.
You yourself had been almost caught in one of their energy nets in the process of gathering supplies into the chokepoint, it had just been you and your Sergeant, Tybalt, left at that point. He seemed to have sensed something, because he had paused in the middle of helping you stack magazines. His head turning down the end of the chokepoint you had come in from, before suddenly turning and shoving you out of the way. You had ended up just barely out of range of the electrical net that wrapped around Tybalt. It simply catching on your legs and one of yours arms.
It simply sliced through them like they weren't even there, the severing points black with charred metal and burnt meat. The smell of cooked flesh and melting ceramite mixing into a mixture toxic for normal humans. All the while as your Sergeant was diced into cubes of charred meat by the net, followed by it simply dissipating into the air as if it was never there. Leaving his remains to flop onto the floor.
Then, they had come. Slowly at first, creeping like the shadows of death they looked like. They seemed to have assumed they had gotten both of you, a notion you had viciously disabused them of a few moments of playing dead later. You counted ten of them you had sent to a fiery grave, with five more horribly wounded before they were pulled back screaming. Finally! Some kind of noise from the bastards.
You have been holding this stalemate together for five minutes now. Firing on them is starting to no longer scare the bolder ones, and they've started taking pot shots every time they try to duck out. The shots peppering the wall your body is leaned against.
What should you do?
[X] Simply hold out for as long as you can. Buy those defending Life Support more time to dig in.
[X] Try to reach someone on the vox. Maybe you can call in reinforcements?
[X] Write In?
X-x-X-x-X-x-X
You, are Aventus. Second-in-Command to Legion Master Tyrian of the Fifteenth Legion and right now you and your bodyguard detail are springing a carefully planned trap on a group of Eldar who thought you would be easy pickings. Something you presumed to have been a simple matter, considering the rather undisciplined manner of the attackers. A complete mess of different armor, clothing, ornamentation. Not one of them even remotely similar in dress, and all of them slavering to cause pain on an unimaginable level.
You'd say they were like grox during mating season, only grox don't want to stick their genitalia in your eye sockets like one ex-Eldar had yelled before you'd reduced him to a pile of steaming carbon with your volkite. Ugh, how distasteful. You would call it an affront to your sensibilities but then again, you can't really judge animals for what they instinctually do. An absent-minded shot from your pistol sends another crowd of the refuse into a fit of screaming and writhing as they burn to death.
Right now, they were still a threat simply due to their weaponry and how many of them there were. Most of them some nightmarish amalgamation of limbs and body parts just mindlessly charging the fortified command center and dying to withering gun fire. Other more intelligent beast among their number had taken to firing shots at your men as leant out to kill the chargers.
Which is the reason why you were currently down five Marines, two from glancing hits from the abominations weaponry. Apparently laced with a potent toxin, which when introduced to the Astartes body causes their twin hearts to rapidly pump until they burst. The other three were currently suffering from a lesser toxin which had rendered them paralyzed and insensate with pain, while not as damaging, they were still removed from active use until they were cured.
You were essentially just mopping up the remnants at this point, but there were still enough that it would take time for you to clear them out. So what exactly was your plan for then?
[X] Maintain your guard here to ensure maximum protection.
[X] Send out part of your bodyguard detail of veterans to help with other battles
-[X] If so, how many?
[X] Write In?
X-x-X-x-X-x-X
The battle ongoing in the hangars was beginning to turn from a grinding match between the Eldar attackers and the defenders comprised of the crew and passengers of The Argo into a slowly approaching victory for Imperial forces. Inch by inch they had reclaimed the ship's launch bays, taking withering fire from the massive mob of xenos of all ranks, sizes, shapes, varying levels of sanity. From malformed abominations barely fit to be called living beings to elaborately dressed individuals you would assume were the supposed "nobility" among their race. All of them desperate to cause whatever suffering they could.
You, are Ahzek Ahriman. Newly promoted Sergeant of the Fifteenth Legion along with your brother Ohrmuzd, and currently ducking behind a scrap of exploded boarding pod to avoid getting your face perforated by Eldar flechette rounds with your brother and both of the remnants of your squads. Having lead a charge further into enemy controlled territory, you had ended up separated from the rest of the defending forces by a mere few feet of no man's land.
You had lost two of your men during the charge. Enkidu, to a flechette punching through his helmet and delivering its toxic payload directly into his brain, and Alexandros to a series of pinpoint shots to the joints in his arms and legs. He was currently trapped out in no man's land, delirious with pain and in danger of being dragged into enemy lines should they be able to advance. The fact you could do nothing for him burned at your pride, but more importantly at the fact that your brother was in peril and you could do nothing to save him without imperiling your other brethren!
Your brother Ohrmuzd on the other hand had lost three of his men beforehand from an unfortunate grenade toss by the enemy. It unleashin a miniature vortex in their midst which sucked them all in and crushed them into a ball the size of iho stick. Something you knew was going to keep your brother from sleeping peacefully for a long time to come if you both survived this.
He leaned over to speak as you hid behind carcass of a boarding pod, enemy and friendly fire pelting both sides of it with regular frequency. "What should we do brother?" His voice somewhat haggard, as the weight of his lost men already set in on his heart. "If we remain here we will simply be picked off one by one, and if we attempt to retreat we will be cut to ribbons and left at the mercy of the foul xenos' deviant tastes." With the last word he gives a scrunched fast of disgust.
You wrack your mind before deciding on a plan.
[X] Attempt a forward assault to distract the enemy and give the rest of your forces time to catch up.
[X] Use your remaining krak grenades as a jury rigged distraction to get you back to your own lines.
[X] Write In?
You bite back a yell as you shift your only arm up to fire down the funnel of the entrance to Life Support, the dark shadows that were the Eldar ducking back into cover. As brazen as they were, they still respected the power of a volkite weapon. You having grabbed every magazine and gun you could find from your fallen comrades, putting them in a pile next to you before you had been immobilized. Now, it was the only reason they hadn't simply charged down the hallway, they knew if they tried, a single pull of your trigger would release a beam that would cut through their entire advance.
A quick a glance at the stumps where your other arm and your legs used to be reminds you how you lost them earlier. After the surprised attack the squads had begun firing back, but due to a lack of bolter weaponry in your squad caution had to be taken in order to not catch each other with friendly fire. Thus, you had mostly used closed range weapons, something the damned xenos had taken advantage of.
It had been horrible, they had split their number in half with no warning. Silently charging forward while drawing their own weapons while their compatriots moved into firing positions. Followed by something you would almost call a dance of death, Eldar in close range dodging at the last moment to conceal their fellows opening fire. Missing their backs by mere centimeters, and the shards striking into the fronts of unprepared Legionnaires. You had seen your comrade Tiberius caught like that, one moment he had been about to split one of the rats in twain with his chainsword. The next he had a line of metal spines impaled across his body vertically, from the middle of his helmet all the way to the middle of his crotch. Dead before he hit the ground.
You yourself had been almost caught in one of their energy nets in the process of gathering supplies into the chokepoint, it had just been you and your Sergeant, Tybalt, left at that point. He seemed to have sensed something, because he had paused in the middle of helping you stack magazines. His head turning down the end of the chokepoint you had come in from, before suddenly turning and shoving you out of the way. You had ended up just barely out of range of the electrical net that wrapped around Tybalt. It simply catching on your legs and one of yours arms.
It simply sliced through them like they weren't even there, the severing points black with charred metal and burnt meat. The smell of cooked flesh and melting ceramite mixing into a mixture toxic for normal humans. All the while as your Sergeant was diced into cubes of charred meat by the net, followed by it simply dissipating into the air as if it was never there. Leaving his remains to flop onto the floor.
Then, they had come. Slowly at first, creeping like the shadows of death they looked like. They seemed to have assumed they had gotten both of you, a notion you had viciously disabused them of a few moments of playing dead later. You counted ten of them you had sent to a fiery grave, with five more horribly wounded before they were pulled back screaming. Finally! Some kind of noise from the bastards.
You have been holding this stalemate together for five minutes now. Firing on them is starting to no longer scare the bolder ones, and they've started taking pot shots every time they try to duck out. The shots peppering the wall your body is leaned against.
What should you do?
[X] Simply hold out for as long as you can. Buy those defending Life Support more time to dig in.
[X] Try to reach someone on the vox. Maybe you can call in reinforcements?
[X] Write In?
X-x-X-x-X-x-X
You, are Aventus. Second-in-Command to Legion Master Tyrian of the Fifteenth Legion and right now you and your bodyguard detail are springing a carefully planned trap on a group of Eldar who thought you would be easy pickings. Something you presumed to have been a simple matter, considering the rather undisciplined manner of the attackers. A complete mess of different armor, clothing, ornamentation. Not one of them even remotely similar in dress, and all of them slavering to cause pain on an unimaginable level.
You'd say they were like grox during mating season, only grox don't want to stick their genitalia in your eye sockets like one ex-Eldar had yelled before you'd reduced him to a pile of steaming carbon with your volkite. Ugh, how distasteful. You would call it an affront to your sensibilities but then again, you can't really judge animals for what they instinctually do. An absent-minded shot from your pistol sends another crowd of the refuse into a fit of screaming and writhing as they burn to death.
Right now, they were still a threat simply due to their weaponry and how many of them there were. Most of them some nightmarish amalgamation of limbs and body parts just mindlessly charging the fortified command center and dying to withering gun fire. Other more intelligent beast among their number had taken to firing shots at your men as leant out to kill the chargers.
Which is the reason why you were currently down five Marines, two from glancing hits from the abominations weaponry. Apparently laced with a potent toxin, which when introduced to the Astartes body causes their twin hearts to rapidly pump until they burst. The other three were currently suffering from a lesser toxin which had rendered them paralyzed and insensate with pain, while not as damaging, they were still removed from active use until they were cured.
You were essentially just mopping up the remnants at this point, but there were still enough that it would take time for you to clear them out. So what exactly was your plan for then?
[X] Maintain your guard here to ensure maximum protection.
[X] Send out part of your bodyguard detail of veterans to help with other battles
-[X] If so, how many?
[X] Write In?
X-x-X-x-X-x-X
The battle ongoing in the hangars was beginning to turn from a grinding match between the Eldar attackers and the defenders comprised of the crew and passengers of The Argo into a slowly approaching victory for Imperial forces. Inch by inch they had reclaimed the ship's launch bays, taking withering fire from the massive mob of xenos of all ranks, sizes, shapes, varying levels of sanity. From malformed abominations barely fit to be called living beings to elaborately dressed individuals you would assume were the supposed "nobility" among their race. All of them desperate to cause whatever suffering they could.
You, are Ahzek Ahriman. Newly promoted Sergeant of the Fifteenth Legion along with your brother Ohrmuzd, and currently ducking behind a scrap of exploded boarding pod to avoid getting your face perforated by Eldar flechette rounds with your brother and both of the remnants of your squads. Having lead a charge further into enemy controlled territory, you had ended up separated from the rest of the defending forces by a mere few feet of no man's land.
You had lost two of your men during the charge. Enkidu, to a flechette punching through his helmet and delivering its toxic payload directly into his brain, and Alexandros to a series of pinpoint shots to the joints in his arms and legs. He was currently trapped out in no man's land, delirious with pain and in danger of being dragged into enemy lines should they be able to advance. The fact you could do nothing for him burned at your pride, but more importantly at the fact that your brother was in peril and you could do nothing to save him without imperiling your other brethren!
Your brother Ohrmuzd on the other hand had lost three of his men beforehand from an unfortunate grenade toss by the enemy. It unleashin a miniature vortex in their midst which sucked them all in and crushed them into a ball the size of iho stick. Something you knew was going to keep your brother from sleeping peacefully for a long time to come if you both survived this.
He leaned over to speak as you hid behind carcass of a boarding pod, enemy and friendly fire pelting both sides of it with regular frequency. "What should we do brother?" His voice somewhat haggard, as the weight of his lost men already set in on his heart. "If we remain here we will simply be picked off one by one, and if we attempt to retreat we will be cut to ribbons and left at the mercy of the foul xenos' deviant tastes." With the last word he gives a scrunched fast of disgust.
You wrack your mind before deciding on a plan.
[X] Attempt a forward assault to distract the enemy and give the rest of your forces time to catch up.
[X] Use your remaining krak grenades as a jury rigged distraction to get you back to your own lines.
[X] Write In?
Last edited:
Well that went better than I feared, let's resume taking back our ship now.
In order I figure we do the Vox for help action, we really need to make sure the word gets out. Then I figure we split a quarter of the bodyguard to the hangars to mop up and rally more defenders with another quarter going to life support. By then Tyrian should be done blendering and we can respond to the next hotzone.
Really need ideas and input here guys.
In order I figure we do the Vox for help action, we really need to make sure the word gets out. Then I figure we split a quarter of the bodyguard to the hangars to mop up and rally more defenders with another quarter going to life support. By then Tyrian should be done blendering and we can respond to the next hotzone.
Really need ideas and input here guys.
- Location
- Anatolia
Are people trying to just lurk and avoid being held accountable for votes?
- Location
- Anatolia
Well, you started with a retinue of four squads of veterans. But, you lost five marines due to simple weight of numbers before you got things under control.
If I have to drag the quest through this hell made of Dark Eldar I will. All I'm saying is I could probably get it done better if people criticize my ideas you know?
I say a quarter to life support and a quarter to the hangar. What I hope to accomplish here is securing the life support and speed up the victory in the hangar so those forces can redeploy. As such with the incoming reinforcements we should just have Ahirman drop and run.
Afterwards we have Tyrian go kill important things until he reaches his "per update murder limit".