Grey Knight
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"The city?" Bulveye asked with a snort. "Unimpressive. Despite the fact it seems to have been built at the center of the world's battegrounds, there's not even a proper wall. Non-natives enjoy all the wealth and pleasures of the city, while everyone else scrabbles for firewood outside. The infrastructure is a mess, the poor are ignored and mistreated, and the ruling government is tainted by maleficarum." He spit to the side. The stone sizzled where it splashed. "All in all," he said, "it's no different from every other world I've had the pleasure of seeing. Now, hive-worlds, those are real..." He trailed off, sniffing. Fear-scent was in the air. Lots of it, and from the woman he had been just talking to. He turned towards the hole in the ground, narrowing his eyes. @AonEne @ZincAboutIt
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"Not 'Iron Island'," he said, glancing back at her. "It is properly called the Isle of the Iron Masters." Bulveye shrugged. "And Fenris, my home, is far, far from here. Practically in another galaxy. But, as your eyes are frozen, your ignorance can be forgiven." Fenris. The Fang. Even after two decades of separation, Bulveye still missed his home. The intensity of that longing surprised him. @ZincAboutIt
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"My blood runs hot," Bulveye said, "and my blade is sharp. A Seawolf could not ask for more." He hefted his axe, Morkai, onto his shoulder, and smiled at the small human. "I am Bulveye," he said. "I am called Ghost-stalker and tyrant-killer, and I made my first kill on the shores of the Iron Island. I have fought xenos and heretics alike for three centuries, and been a Wolf Guard for one more. My saga is legend, and my deeds are worthy of Russ himself." He paused, waiting for her reply. @AonEne
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"Hah! The day I get lost in a simple cave," Bulveye said, "is the day I kill myself and join Russ on his Great Hunt!" He grinned at Deb. "Keep your tracker, Director. Save it for those who need it." He turned away, sniffing the air. Though his nose wasn't what it used to be, his senses were still far beyond any mortal's. The air around Deb was tinged with excitement, mingled with a little fear. That was recent- probably from his dramatic entrance. There was another hint of fear-scent, slightly older, coming from a woman farther down the slope. With a loud grind of servo-gears, Bulveye lumbered over to her. She was fingering a yellow object and frowning at it. "Heil ok sæl," he said over her shoulder. "How are you, stranger, on this fine day?" @AonEne
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Bulveye, stalker of tyrants and slayer of darkness, jumped over the crater's edge with a wild roar. He slammed into the ground with a loud crack as the stone shattered beneath him. He kept pumping his legs, turning a near-fall into a loping gait that sent him barreling down the slope. He grinned, exulting in the rush of the wind and the sense of momentum. Blood of Broddja, but it felt good to run again, even if he was separated from his pack. Sparks flew from Bulveye's feet as he ground the stone beneath him, sliding to a halt. He panted, looking at Director Stancel with a grin. "Heil ok sæl, Director," he said. "Have I missed the party?" @ZincAboutIt
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Alright. Let's try this one again, shall we? @I think I am here. @MacThorstenson
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I would like my character's point costs looked at, please. How much would he be?
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That's a good solution, yeah. And it opens up excellent plot opportunities for when some actual space marines come back from one of the other solar systems, utterly confused as to what the heck is going on
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So, I've been thinking about it for a few days now, and I have some thoughts on the future of the Black Crusade. Firstly, refluffing them to be Radiants or Epics isn't a terrible idea. I particurally like the idea of Teutonic Radiant knights. But it has problems. Namely, that such a move would require huge amounts of retconning. The technology and lore of Warhammer were instrumental in multiple big plots, from the Seven Day War, to the leveling of the original Alleycity, to the attacks on the Waystop. I don't think fundamentally changing that is a good option. But I think making more character items have direct analogues to Sanderson magic is a good idea. It wouldn't even be that hard- power armor functions like Shardplate, power weapons and relics work like Shardblades, and guns are, well guns. (Typing this gives me deja vu, for some reason.) I'd just have to revise my old points values and add more options.
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So, this came out of nowhere for me. I was unaware that the existence of 40k in our RP was an issue for people, and that's not good. Does anyone have specific or general complaints about it? Because this is the first time I've heard of this problem, and I want to help fix it.
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May your memory stay with us forever, Gancho.
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++IN THE EMPEROR'S NAME, LET NONE SURVIVE++ The air shuddered around the Sleepless. A metallic thrum filled the air, and the man collapsed into a bloody pile of offal and gore, the cremlings of his body being crushed to a pulp.* The wall to the library blew apart as giants in midnight armor crashed through. They raised their guns and doused what remained of the Sleepless in liquid fire. One ran through the flames and grabbed Aln, throwing her away from the raging firestorm that engulfed the Sleepless. It turned back towards him and, robes flaring in an unseen wind, raised a spike of cold, deadly light.
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Guess who’s going to flesh out the Black Crusade? *points awkwardly at self*
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Huh. I think your account is glitching, Woodrack.
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To be fair, not everyone liked Lopen's level of silliness. It got in the way of telling the story sometimes. And I distinctly remember one person leaving the RP because of it.
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Dude, he's a mod. He doesn't have to ask your permission
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Azrael nodded. "It's decided, then. Stormbreaker goes down, the assassins go up, and the Dark Angels will go both ways. We can cover the most ground that way." @Vargo Seldon @Sorana
