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    [–] Null Engine, Part 2 SirRaptorAttacks 1 points ago in Warhammer_RP

    "I sincerely do not understand what you mean!" The guide spluttered, desperately grabbing at his neck. "The grim technologies that the Lord Redeemer and his automata use are unknowable! They bend reality to their will with little regard to the stability of the galaxy! The warp is just another plaything in their schemes! Even the greatest minds would fail to comprehend the horrific knowledge, going mad as they desperately attempted to understand the corruption of time an-".

    The guide paused.

    "No... surely they wouldn't be so foolish as to attempt to undo that has been done?"

    [–] Null Engine, Part 2 SirRaptorAttacks 1 points ago in Warhammer_RP

    Xarik, Nardon and Kraul managed to fight their way through to the ritual circle with little effort. Most of the Space Wolves' effort was directed towards protecting their primarch from harm, less so piercing the well-guarded ritual circle. Yet even from a distance, the unnatural biting chill of the Wolf King managed to creep into their power armour. Even as the simulacrum reality was beginning to crumble around them, their opponents showed little to no sign of giving up. Their tenacity was inspiring, though considering that they were nonliving, unfeeling falsehoods, that perhaps meant little compared to the fatigue heaped upon the Sons of Horus.

    Access to the ritual circle was granted with ease, a warrior of the Deathshroud sidestepping to allow the ragtag band of warriors entry. The only question left was what to do next.


    Herok struggled against his bindings, desperately trying to free himself, yet his best efforts still proved lacklustre. The automata at the slab barely even took notice, too busy tinkering away at his comrade's brain. Perhaps if raw physical might would not suffice, then deception might prove adequate? These machine-things did not seem highly intelligent, after all.

    [–] Null Engine, Part 2 SirRaptorAttacks 1 points ago in Warhammer_RP

    The guide seemed momentarily frightened by the Astartes gathering around him, though he quickly gathered his resolve when he realised he would be in little danger. "What do you mean? We navigated the spire, attacked the two automata from earlier, entered into this room and fought against the automata here. Am I... misunderstanding something?".

    Hans checked that his teleportation lock onto The Redacted was still present, and indeed it was. That said, attempting to teleport through whatever was happening within the spire seemed like it might not be the greatest idea.

    [–] Null Engine, Part 2 SirRaptorAttacks 1 points ago in Warhammer_RP

    Despite his best efforts, and despite using as much might as he could muster, Herok could not free himself from his restrains. Closer examination revealed why - the restraints weren't attached to the tower, the restraints WERE the tower. The metal from the floor and walls had been dragged out and wrapped around him like clay. Perhaps there would be some say he could trick the tower into retracting>


    The battle at the backline was going as well as could be expected, Hamadi throwing as much firepower at the thing as he possibly could, while the immense frost that surrounded Russ protected him from all but the greatest of blows. Around the battle of "gods", Astartes upon both sides skirmished, though it hardly seemed impressive compared to what was happening between the sorcerer and the primarch. Still, the battle proved a nuisance, as Xarik, Nardon and Kraul's attempt to approach the battle was met by resistance - in the form of near-rabid warriors of the Rout, no less.

    [–] Crossfire SirRaptorAttacks 1 points ago * (lasted edited 21 days ago) in Warhammer_RP

    Miraculously, Deaukes plan worked, and all of the charges simultaneously exploded. Yet perhaps that would ultimately prove to their detriment, for as the charges all detonated at once, the Skitarii would realise their mistakes almost immediately. As the metal floors, walls and ceilings were torn away, an immense force dragged them towards the site of the detonations, revealing the true purpose of the breaching charges - to send anyone who tried to travel there into the cold void of space. Gouts of plasma began to stream forth from a previous hidden thermic plasma conduits as Astartes and Mechanicus alike was dragged out.

    The Plague Marines and the Possessed were perhaps the most unfortunate, all of them dragged into the streams and incinerated. Risgotto was slightly more lucky than his kin, managing to leap over the stream of plasma, yet he failed to grasp back onto the outside of the wall. The greater possessed began to roar into his vox comms, offering some final commands to Emneus and the crew of the Revolt Eternal before his connection eventually broke, flung too far out of range.

    [–] Crossfire SirRaptorAttacks 1 points ago in Warhammer_RP

    The Possessed let out shrieks and roars of rage as they were struck by the attacks of the Skitarii, pus and blood leaking from their wounds as they were forced to vary up their routes of advancement. Some bullets only grazed them, while others landed more direct hits, yet none struck true enough to disable the abominations for more than a split second. They began to clamber around the walls and ceilings and take erratic and seemingly thoughtless paths, all to throw off the aim of their attacks. Their scales and skins began to shift in hue, slowly dulling until it they began to look less like beasts, and more formless grey blobs. Of course, this alone wouldn't be enough to throw off the aim of the Armsmen, given the advanced targeting systems of their weapons, yet it was enough to force them to spend precious seconds correcting their aim.

    The focus of the Skitarii upon the Possessed would prove detrimental, as the Plague Marines were given ample time to reload, brace themselves, aim, and fire. Bullets tore out of heavy bolters, gouts of pure flame shot forth from meltaguns, and shells from blight launchers soared through the air as they aimed themselves into the controllers of the Penestae.

    Risgotto continued his advance, unfazed by the gathering heavy weapon team taking aim at him. As they prepared to loose their first wave of fire, the leader of the Scions raised up one of their hulking mechanical arms, the glow from it enough to dazzle those too close. After a brief vibration, a blast shot forth from the palm, an orb of strange light flying towards the heavy weapons teams. Those well versed in armaments would be aware of this type of projectile - that of a grav weapon.

    [–] Crossfire SirRaptorAttacks 1 points ago in Warhammer_RP

    The Nurglites had not been expecting the attack, yet they were still swift to react. A torrent of plasma and bolter fire flew towards the servants of the Mechanicus, the attacks covering the advances of the remaining seven Possessed. When their guns ran out of ammunition, they reached to their belts for a far more effective weapon - Blight Grenades. The cramped halls of the Space Hulk limited movement, and the Penestae and Skitarii were all dangerously close together. As the pins were torn off and the munitions chucked towards their foes, the foul explosives hissed, a thick miasma of black smoke pouring out of them as they clattered at the feet of the gigantic servitors. They exploded violently, spreading acidic gases, rusting liquids, and toxic viruses across everything that they touched.

    Of course, more problems would be coming for the Skitarii - the elevator doors began to stir, before opening entirely to reveal a gargantuan beast, far larger than his plagued brothers, or even his fellow possessed. The path he had taken was clear - he had torn his way through the roof of the elevator and clambered up the shaft to rejoin the combat. A scream of rage tore through Risgotto's lungs as the daemonic Astartes charged forward, metallic claws crackling with a foul green energy.

    [–] Null Engine, Part 2 SirRaptorAttacks 1 points ago in Warhammer_RP

    It seemed that Xarik had finally managed to over-power the Kharn-thing, managing to find the perfect moment to catch it off-guard. The homunculus showed little emotion as it's head was torn from it's body, and even after it had been decapitated, the horrid creature continued to struggle. It was all for naught, however, as the being's death throes abruptly ended and it's body went limp.

    As the corrupted War Hound fell down to the floor, there were a moment of quiet around Xarik, loyalists and heretics alike frozen, taking in the sight they had seen.

    Well, all except one.

    The Son of Horus had little chance to breathe before Kraul leapt upon his back, cheering rabidly and raining congratulations down upon the terminator. Realising the gravity of their defeat, the remaining forces of the Imperium moved into a swift retreat. The scions of Chaos merely jeered and taunted them, cackling. The news of this death was sure to be a grim blow to the morale of the loyalists, though it was little of a victory for Xarik Rellian, who was still trapped in this false reality.


    "START LOG. SUBJECT GATHERED FROM INTRUDER GROUP. BEARS MARKING THE MARKINGS OF THE SEED OF HORUS. DEEMED UNNECESSARY TO BE IMPLANTED WITH THE SIMULACRUM REALITY. THEREFORE, OTHER USE MUST BE FOUND FOR THE REMAINDER OF THE ASTARTES. OBJECTIVE: IMPLANT NEURAL AGITATOR ON TO THE CRANIAL AREA AND RECORD RESULTS. KEY RESULTS ARE SURVIVAL AND TIME UNTIL BRAIN FUNCTION LOWERS."

    Herok was abruptly awoken from his unconsciousness by a shrill voice within his ears. As he opened his eyes, he would note that he was in the corner of a large room, his entire body wrapped in metal bindings that chained him to the floor and wall. He was still in his armour, yet his weapons had been stripped from him, and roughly tossed into the opposite corner. As he looked around he would make two observations - the first was that they appeared to be in an apothecary bay, with a single operating table in the middle with one of his battle brothers chained to it. Various tools were scattered haphazardly on nearby tables, including a nasty-looking device not dissimilar to a cage, positioned roughly above the helm of the first unfortunate subject. The second notable thing within the room was that he was not alone - one of the automata from earlier was hunched over the tables, while many of his brothers appeared to be bound beside him, including Ezrac. Unfortunately, they all seemed to be unconscious, leaving him alone.

    It seemed that the machines had not expected him to wake. Perhaps he could use this to his advantage.

    [–] Null Engine, Part 2 SirRaptorAttacks 1 points ago in Warhammer_RP

    Upon examining their fallen foe more closely, Hans could see that, compared to the automata they had destroyed earlier, these ones were of a much lower quality. Their metal exoskeleton appeared to be more frail, with various cracks and chips all across the surface. Not only that, but that strange miasma that spilled forth from their lifeless bodies appeared to be duller than that of the other automata, appearing less vivid and vibrant than they had seen before. That would likely explain why they fared so poorly in combat, but that revelation raised only more questions. Why would they leave their weakest soldiers to guard their most valuable resource?

    As their guide opened their mouth to speak. one of the wrecked automata suddenly sprung back to life, lunging towards Hans. With a swift swipe of it's claw, it managed to slash through a gap within the ceramite, slicing the leg of the Chaplain open. It was inconsequential, though - the wound barely even drew blood, and moments later, the thing had sputtered and died.

    After the Red Hunters were sure the thing had died, their guide spoke again. "There are two more walls to pierce, then we shall reach the shields. After we shut them down, you can launch your bombs."

    [–] Null Engine, Part 2 SirRaptorAttacks 1 points ago in Warhammer_RP

    The automata fell once more, their bulky forms not able to compete with the Red Hunters. Lacking any sort of ranged weaponry, they were helpless against the weight of fire put out by the Astartes, leaving them vulnerable to the powerful attacks of the Assault Terminators. Each of the automata fell, one at a time, their bodies slowly breaking apart piece-by-piece as the warp essence drifted from their body and evaporated. Combat had clearly been a victory for Hans and his forces, not losing a single battle brother to the enemy.

    However, as the last of the foul machines clattered against the floor, a strange sensation washed over Hans. Almost like he was experiencing deja vu. Was the tower affecting them mentally? Was this an enemy attack? Whatever it was, the guide didn't seem to notice, and neither did any of his fellow Red Hunters.

    [–] Null Engine, Part 2 SirRaptorAttacks 1 points ago in Warhammer_RP

    The Kharn-thing continued it's flurry of blows, yet Xarik seemed to be able to deflect the attacks of the homunculus with little effort. The vicious attacks seemed easier to deflect, the reducing fatigue within the Terminator's body allowing him to repel the unrelenting strikes with greater ease. Still, even with his renewed strength, the attacks of the War Hound still managed to force the Captain back. Whatever this thing was, it was tenacious, and if it weren't trying to murder him, it might have even been admirable.

    The cycle continued for a while - the abomination attacking relentlessly, with Xarik defending. Eventually, however, the Cthonian began to notice a chink in the armour within the assault of the creature. It appeared to have slightly more trouble carrying the heft of Hornbreaker than Gorechild. Whenever it had to swing the blade, it would stagger slightly before correcting it's stance with the next swing with Gorechild. It wasn't the greatest weakness, but considering the gravity of the situation, it was all Xarik had at the current moment.

    [–] Crossfire SirRaptorAttacks 1 points ago in Warhammer_RP

    The Adeptus Mechanicus would stumble upon an odd sight - the sight of the Scions of Nurgle making their exit, the treasures plundered from their vault in hand. Prime amongst them was a live Necron specimen, trapped within a Faraday cage, though they could also see many a chunk of blackstone being lugged along. Among them were the possessed, their chitinous armour having broken through and incorporated elements of their previous Astartes armour. Their gigantic maws gnashed and dribbled, claws twitching as they carried along with their busywork.

    By the time the Penestae became combat ready, however, the Nurglites were already loaded within the elevator, planning to escape with their prize. Three figures managed to fit into the now-cramped elevator - A towering, mechanically-augmented daemon-thing, a rotting, filth-covered Astartes, and an emaciated human in tattered robes. As the elevator doors slowly closed shut, the leader of the possessed spoke. "We have no more purpose to remain within this ship. Cover our trail, and then rejoin our ranks."

    With a nod, the remaining seven possessed and five plague marines set to work, setting breaching charges across the floors and walls in an attempt to slow any advance of foes. It seemed, however, that they hadn't noticed any other presence yet.

    [–] It has been a blast so far SirRaptorAttacks 5 points ago in ShitPostCrusaders

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    [–] Control Warrior uses a total of 3 new cards and has a 59% winrate on HSReplay SirRaptorAttacks 1 points ago in hearthstone

    After losing all three of my Brawliseum games as a (slightly budget) Battlecry Shaman to two Control Warriors and a Hack Warrior, "I'M SUITIN' UP" is a phrase that will haunt my dreams.

    [–] Crossfire SirRaptorAttacks 1 points ago in Warhammer_RP

    "Transportable..." Risgotto mused aloud, slowly circling the Faraday cage. Indeed, perhaps there was more value to be had here than first thought. After all, a "live" Necron specimen would certainly be valuable to the right people. Be it the eccentric Tzeentchians who only lived to maintain strange collections of various unknowable oddities, or the scholars of the Dark Mechanicus, Hereteks who wished the dabble in that which would be better left alone. The Greater Possessed grinned as he began to work upon the cage, preparing it for transport back to their cruisers. It would only be mere moments of walking and a short elevator ride for them to reach their shuttle, after all.

    However, amongst the gathering of the blackstone chunks, one of the Plague Marines grew a little more inquisitive than his duty-driven brethren or the near-feral possessed that accompanied them. Holding one of the chunks within both hands, the Astartes walked off a bit from the rest of his brothers, attempting to activate the device as he did so.

    [–] Null Engine, Part 2 SirRaptorAttacks 1 points ago in Warhammer_RP

    The Kharn-Thing made it's best attempt to continue it's assault, but it finally seemed to be feeling the effects of Xarik's attack. It's movements became slower and clumsier, the once brutally swift swings of Hornbreaker and Gorechild gradually slowing to be not entirely dissimilar to that of a recruit, a fresh face upon the first day of training.

    The creature spluttered, slowing down, an-

    Reality seemed to flicker for a moment, and Xarik wondered if there was something wrong with his eyes. Suddenly, he felt his eyelids forced entirely shut, and when he opened them, the past few moments were gone from his memory.

    As soon as Xarik landed his blow, Kraul had leapt away, marvelling from a distance as the Son of Horus emptied his bolter into the Kharn-things chest. Every bullet send a gout of blue haze, bone, and metal out of it's back, causing it to spasm wildly. Yet the homunculus proved sturdier than expected, and despite having it's body riddled with holes, the War Hound still managed to stand upon two feet. The opposing Captain revved Gorechild and hoisted aloft Hornbreaker, attempting to continue it's assault on Xarik despite it's wounds.


    The forces of Chaos advanced on Russ and his vanguard of Space Wolves. Astartes both Heretical and Loyalist alike drew their blades, charging towards one another screaming battlecries. Projectiles flew forth from both sides, sinking into targets on both sides and causing rampant death. Some projectiles even began to strike the Wolfking, and briefly, Hamadi combined his efforts with those of the Havocs, channelling his psychic might alongside Lascannon blasts and Plasma Cannon shots. Finally, the frost around him was pierced, if only for a moment, and the skeletal Russ was dealt a searing blow across the chestplate.

    Then, Hamadi felt a strange sensation across his eyes. It was as if they were begging him to blink, but with all the warp power flowing through him, he managed to stave off the wound with ease. Looking back at the battlefield, he saw an odd sight - Leman Russ was unharmed, and the projectiles fired at him were returning to the attackers! Was this some foul ability of the rime winds? Reflecting damage back to those who dealt it? Was there any way to wound this abomination?

    No, that wasn't it. Both the Imperial and Chaos forces were charging backwards. Was time reversing? Nobody else seemed to even notice the changes, all of their eyes glued shut. Even the Wolf-King was forced backwards, the snow and frost floating around him travelling the opposite path it once had.

    Then, the warriors opened their eyes, and carried on as if nothing happened.

    Hamadi rained fire upon the loyalists forces, aiming to reduce the undead Leman Russ to little more than a smouldering pile of ash. Yet it seemed that the Wolfking's second wind had given him more than just a second chance of life. As the burning flame surged towards him, it began to slow down, then fade, before landing next to him with about as much power as a bolt shell. This would no doubt be odd, considering the strength of the rituals powering him. Yet the Thousand Son would soon make another observation - the area around Leman Russ was ice cold. Every surface within thirty metres of him was covered in a thin layer of rime and frost, and the Primarch of the Rout was surrounded in shimmering mists. Loyalist and Traitor alike felt this obscene frost, the lenses of their power armour being coated in snow and their weapons jamming from the immense conditions.

    Things had grown more dire in the span of seconds - if the Wolfking reached the ritual site, there was no way that their cultists and sorcerers could continue to sustain their arcane doings. Even in some far-flung alternate history, it didn't take a genius to tell you who would win in a fight between a common sorcerer and a Primarch. Hamadi would have to vary his tactics if he wished to stop the advance of the Rout and their allies.

    [–] Null Engine, Part 2 SirRaptorAttacks 1 points ago in Warhammer_RP

    With all their might, the Red Hunters brought down the wall, but when the first piece of the barrier broke away, the group was assaulted by a blindingly bright light. They were forced to shut their eyes as the sheer luminosity scorched their retinas, the brilliant glow slowly expanding out of the walls and eventually enveloping the entire group.

    Then, when they opened their eyes, they remembered nothing of the past few minutes.


    Nonetheless, with the current problem dealt with, they strike force of Red Hunters travelled further into the spire, the winding and shifting walls taking a sharp plummet that required some effort to navigate. When they finally reached their destination, peeling open the walls slightly revealed a sight similar to what was described - a large circular wall, and if it was to be believed, two more walls inside that. A few hulking automata, different to those encountered previous, patrolled the first wall, dragging themselves along on their arms like a gorilla.

    "Ready?".

    [–] Crossfire SirRaptorAttacks 1 points ago in Warhammer_RP

    The treasures within the vault doors were not the treasures that the band of renegades were seeking. Indeed, the warp-nullifying powers of the blackstone were highly sought after by the Imperials, and this was likely why they had been gathering it. Still, despite the potential dangers it posed, the blackstone was still valuable to them. After all, the realm of Chaos was vicious and brutal, and in-fighting between heretical legions was a common practice. Having the ability to blunt the edge of their dagger was too valuable to pass up, even if it meant sullying their own blade in the process. If worst came to worst, the blackstone would still likely fetch quite a lot of money on the black markets.

    As the remainder of the Scions of Nurgle began to gather up the blackstone (and the unharmed Warscythe), the attention of the leadership cadre turned to the Necron. Risgotto, Emneus and The Sworn looked at the Necron, trapped within it's prison, staring back at them, entirely devoid of any sort of emotion.

    "Identify yourself, Xeno. Do you hold prestige within your kind? Or are you simply rank and file dragged into your bonds?".

    [–] Null Engine, Part 2 SirRaptorAttacks 1 points ago in Warhammer_RP

    As soon as Xarik landed his blow, Kraul had leapt away, marvelling from a distance as the Son of Horus emptied his bolter into the Kharn-things chest. Every bullet send a gout of blue haze, bone, and metal out of it's back, causing it to spasm wildly. Yet the homunculus proved sturdier than expected, and despite having it's body riddled with holes, the War Hound still managed to stand upon two feet. The opposing Captain revved Gorechild and hoisted aloft Hornbreaker, attempting to continue it's assault on Xarik despite it's wounds.


    Hamadi rained fire upon the loyalists forces, aiming to reduce the undead Leman Russ to little more than a smouldering pile of ash. Yet it seemed that the Wolfking's second wind had given him more than just a second chance of life. As the burning flame surged towards him, it began to slow down, then fade, before landing next to him with about as much power as a bolt shell. This would no doubt be odd, considering the strength of the rituals powering him. Yet the Thousand Son would soon make another observation - the area around Leman Russ was ice cold. Every surface within thirty metres of him was covered in a thin layer of rime and frost, and the Primarch of the Rout was surrounded in shimmering mists. Loyalist and Traitor alike felt this obscene frost, the lenses of their power armour being coated in snow and their weapons jamming from the immense conditions.

    Things had grown more dire in the span of seconds - if the Wolfking reached the ritual site, there was no way that their cultists and sorcerers could continue to sustain their arcane doings. Even in some far-flung alternate history, it didn't take a genius to tell you who would win in a fight between a common sorcerer and a Primarch. Hamadi would have to vary his tactics if he wished to stop the advance of the Rout and their allies.

    [–] Null Engine, Part 2 SirRaptorAttacks 1 points ago in Warhammer_RP

    Again, the wall fell without any sort of resistance, the metal being broken down by the attacks of the Red Hunters and being reduced to little more than metallic rubble. Further inspection of the destroyed materials revealed them to be mostly identical to that of the previous wall. Odd, considering that this room was purported to be more secure than the last, but it mattered not.

    Only one last wall stood between Hans and his men and their objective. The only question that remained now was where their opposition had hidden itself. Were all of the combat forces held back within the last chamber? It would be a risky gambit, but perhaps an effective one. Or perhaps their guide was lying to them the whole time, wasting their time with a wild goose chase while the enemy mustered a counter-attack? Judging by what they had seen so far, it was likely this so-called Lord Redeemer would sacrifice his own servants for an advantage. Yet if that was true, why provide vital information about the workings of the spire to his opponents?

    Whatever the answer was, it waited beyond the last wall.

    [–] Crossfire SirRaptorAttacks 1 points ago in Warhammer_RP

    The presence of the tech-priest guarding their spoils proved quite troublesome, especially considering the power of the firepower they wielded. The mechanical servant was like a cornered rat, lashing out at greater predators in a desperate attempt to escape with it's life. It would have been admirable, had it not been so immensely pitiful.

    With a snarl across his face, Risgotto raised up an arm, pointing it through the gap made by their assault. His mechanical arm rumbled and shifted for a moment, before firing a blast of grav-energy at the screeching tech priest. The possessed then ducked back into cover, waiting for the attack to land and for the sudden surge of immensely heavy gravity to crush the tech-priest.