Renegade Troubles

>You would all be standing in line at attention in a dark metallic corridor. It would seem you are on a ship
>You are apart of the renegade space marine chapter, the Blood Hexes
>You had recently woken up from cryogenic stasis, it is apparent your ship was taking a trip right across the galaxy
>Your destination, the depths of the Eye of Terror

“We are going to be fighting in a small system near the eye of terror, to aid the Iron Warriors, as a request from the dark gods, the message received by our prayers. Should you step out of line I will personally kill you myself. This mission is a dangerous one, and we will be fighting the PDF of that planet. Do I make myself clear? Okay.”

>The Chaos Lord would inspect everyone to make sure they are up to scratch. His armour would make it seem he was previously in the Black Legion, AKA, the Sons of Horus

>This is a freeform roleplay. For combat it’s D20s, and for everything else it’s D100s. Please relax and have fun!

BLOOD SKULLS SLAUGHTER
>The armored man bashes through a plasteel barricade
HOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO

*jerks*

Go to qst

>>/qst/

So, my loyal marines, you best all be ready for what's coming.

BLOOD FOR THE BLOOD GOD!
DO YOU HERE THE VOICES TO?
SANITY IS FOR THE WEAK!
MUST KILL, MUST KILL!

>Being homosexual
It's ok battlebrothers, even thou you worship slannesh, the arch faggot, you may find respite in our warband!

*looks up to see the chaos lord, millenia of experience behind his eyes*
have you heard of the high elves?

Ah, my identifier seems to have been switched off.

Of course my beutiful captain, I'm ready to answer the dark princes call

Rolled 13 (1d20)

Fool, are you ready? to face the might of Mcfunkle's storm of blood!
>The armored maniac chucks a screaming chain axe at the chaos lord.
BLOOD! SKULLS! GLORY!!!

>I'd look up and down at the sexy magnificent bastard
You will accompany me and protect me in battle, sorcerer

>The Khornate would step back from the chaos lord and inch close to the cultist.
I'M ANGRY! ANGRY ABOUT ELVES!!!

MY LORD! WHY DO YOU LOOK LIKE THE INHERITOR SO FUCKING MUCH??

Rolled 12 (1d20)

>copius amounts of bolter fire

But of course my lord

OOOOOOO NOOOOO

I think I'm related to him? I don't know
>I'd cough
hydradominatus
>I'd cough again

Rolled 2 (1d20)

>Some bolts pling harmless off Grunkle's helmet and armor
THE WEAK FIGHT BACK!
>Smashes chainaxe into a stupid cultist
You elf-loving heretic! Time to die!

*tips helm* yare yare daze

Rolled 41 (1d100)

>Casts Pavane of Slaanesh
Dance foolish oaf, DANCE!

Rolled 11 (1d20)

>I'd hit the man in the head with my thunderhammer of the dark gods

*optically analizes *
he's in B O R E A L U M state. what do we do with him?

Rolled 7 (1d20)

FOOLISH MAGE, KHORN'S BLESSING PROTECTS ME FROM YOUR WITCHCRAFT
>dances anyway
Taste the funk of khorne!
>Grabs thunder hammer and wretches it from his grasp and tosses it to the side
You, need to stop trying, lay down and accept the assistence of khorne's greatest champion... besides Doombreed, Kharn, Skalatrax...
>The champion sits down the assumes the shamecube position
I'll never be number one.

Rolled 2 (1d20)

>Failing to grab my thunder hammer, I'd smash him in the head again

Rolled 68 (1d100)

Missed you oaf!
>Casts Beam of Slaanesh to disorient him
>40+because minor spell

alright! i can see.. that i will have to teach you... how to be.. CHAOS! *violently plays 50000 volt trumpet*

Rolled 14 (1d20)

>Punches in the face with a powerfist
I thought I told you to stop trying to kill me?
>Grabs own arm and makes him punch himself
WHY ARE YOU HITTING YOURSELF?WHY ARE YOU HITTING YOURSELF?WHY ARE YOU HITTING YOURSELF?WHY ARE YOU HITTING YOURSELF?WHY ARE YOU HITTING YOURSELF?WHY ARE YOU HITTING YOURSELF?WHY ARE YOU HITTING YOURSELF?

Rolled 16, 3 = 19 (2d20)

>I'd shoot the man in the head with my Combi-melta, while smashing his torso with my thunder hammer
>first roll for melta, next for thunder hammer

i...cant...even...
i literally....cant...even...

Rolled 5 (1d20)

Fool, the Blood God's servents are empowered against even the great faggots witchcraft, taste a little khornate magic.
>He jogs over and molly wops the caster in the face
I CAST FIST!
You're not bad, for an elf.

*crying* WHY AREN't we KILLING YET?*

Rolled 11 (1d100)

BAD I PRESUME. INJURED NOW YOU ARE.
HEALING MUST BE COMMENCED!
*roll to heal*

Rolled 94 (1d100)

Hmm once again missed
>Casts Chains of Torment
Now please be a sweetie and stay down

Rolled 46 (1d100)

I was, but he kept fighting back!
Don't touch me! khorn has blessed me with enchanced daemonic healing powers, I shall commence the regeneration process.
>He then grabs the slanneshi fluffing him out like a pillow and lays down fast asleep.
ZZZ
Fockin ell, slanneshi really doesn't quit.

Rolled 20 (1d20)

>despite the horrible swing, the chain axe still severes a leg from the cultist
>Chaos marine Thel is confused by this action, and the disregard for the gapong holes in the marines armor.
>he fires another volley

We are coming up on the planet soon, loyal marines! Get your weapons ready, and ammunition ready. It will be a fierce fight.

ITS TIME FOR MANDATORY UN-HEALTH CHECKUPS! ARE YOU READY FOR THE RECTAL EXAM?

No it isn't you filthy rag. Sit back down.

Oh-oh-ooh
You don't have to ask sweetie
Here
>Throws a stress ball
While I'm busy you may use this to calm down

NOH!

Rolled 3 (1d100)

*roll to grapple, roll higher to escape*

Rolled 100 (1d100)

>I'd throw you out of the ship's airlock

Unfortunately my Lord it looks like until the Berserker is under control well have to delay out departure...

*rawr*

Aww, there's no need sweetie
He's already chained and under control

>Peers up from his nap, and stands up to face the marine
I am under control you fool, now let us make planetfall so that I may exact khorn's toll for my magical resistance.

>I'd rub your chin, grinning

*that sounds positively horrific rawr*
*rawr*
*also would you like a tentacle rawr?*

PREPARE FOR PLANETFALL! WE ARE LANDING IN THE SAFE ZONE SOON! HYDRA DOMI- I MEAN PRAISE THE DARK GODS!

Hmm. My warriors are already in my Stormbird. We depart on the order of Lord Marchakor's orders. Now, has anyone seen Alpharius? I could have sworn he was right behind me but now I can't find him.

*whistles*
Y'know I never did this to a tyrranid
*giggles*
Oh of course
>Goes to the transport

Rolled 41 (1d100)

>jumps out of ship headfirst, straight for the planet
THIS WORLD SHALL FALL TO ME YOU FUCKEEEEEEERS!

>The ship siren would screech, calling all marines to enter.
ALL COMBATANTS, MAKE YOUR WAY TO THE TRANSPORT SHIP AT ONCE
>The ship siren would screech until all combatants were secured inside the transport ship

*here I am rawr*

*did what rawr*

*attaches shit, checks weapon*

Rolled 20 (1d20)

>As the transport ship launched, it would ram into the now floating Thel

*giggles*
Oh you know
>Pulls out Slaaneshsutre
>Flips to pages of sex poses with tyrrandis
>Shows them

Did our tansport just hit something?

whos givin the vocally impeded speech? im gonna reroll morale..

*this is a disgraceful waste of biomass rawr*

>Chuckles from his place chained outside the ship
Hohohooh.
>struggles

By the dark gods, it sounded like whatever was hit is dead

Rolled 58 (1d100)

>Screaming from outside the ship
He's not dead as much, as only half of him is dead, the other half...I grabbed the other half.
>Rolls to decide which part of thel I saved.

*giggles*
>Gently tickles the crotch area
Whatever you think
>Walks to the wall
>Hit's the wall with his scepter
Shush you red virggin!

>Wiggles furiously against the bindings
When we reach lower atmophere I'm gonna tear my way into this bird and throw you into a moving grav-rail.
>Yells in khornate

BRUVA ARE U PINNED HEER
>wake me up inside

Ush, you will be too exausted after tearing PDF apart to do that

>Starts to sing in khornate from outside the ship, your aren't too sure how you're hearing his voice as there is no air for vibrations to travel off of in the vaccum of space.
WAKE ME UP, WAKE ME INSIDE!
SAVE ME, SAVE ME FROM THE DARKNESS I'VE BECOME!
BID MY HOPE TO RISE, BEFORE I COME UNDONE

*rawr*

Oh great, now he's singing that stupid song again, absolutely no class

>Looks at the hive tyrant through the portculis
Hey! Hey you! xeno! SAVE ME!!!

>Starts vibrating the chains starting to sizle from the friction of such a agritaged ass 8ft armored man shaking angaist them
>A stray astroid plinks off his helmet, triggering another song
I AM HAPPY, I'M FEELIN GLAD, I'VE GOT SUNSHINE,or had sunshine until I was tied to the hull of a fucking stormraven
I'M USELESS BUT NOT FOR LONG, THE FUTURE IS COMIN ON!

Urrrrg, why do khornates always have such horrible tastes?
How long do we to be on this transport

grunkle sings 2k music?
no dignity

Rolled 2 (1d100)

*roll to smash directly through the outer walls of the craft and drag him through*

btw why dont we have a sorceror besides this horny machine?

*i can also do magic rawr*
*do you want a tentacle rawr?*

>Bangs fist on window
QUIET DOWN IN THERE I THINK WE'RE COMING UP ON SOME SORT OF PLANET.
>Starts to get angry
I'll have you know my musical talent is drawn dierctly from the Warp.
MAGIC IS FOR FAGGOTS!
>hurls warp bolt!
>The tyranid impacts the hull, and jostles Grunkle slightly.
Hmm, I've felt a slight distrubance in the warp.

*sigh*
You do understand that he'll just try to kill us all in his frenzy right?
Because we don't need more if we have the best of the best hon
Oooh, tell me more about this magic

Rolled 34 (1d100)

*roll to do the same shit all over again*
*i can make people have tentacles on their faces rawr*

but i wanted a thousand sons sorceror to tell my future and say stuff like YES I AM or MAGICIANS REDDO

>Rattling his chains
I would not! I was simply saying hello!
>Bangs fist into hull
I thought you folks enjoy a little meat and greet!
>The hull shakes and his chains rattle even louder.
OOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!

>Takes out a bottle of wine
Meh already done that
>Tightens his psychic chains grip on the khornate
>Pours wine into the glass
>Takes a sip

but why sipp
when you can
>SUCCCCCCC

>The chains tighten down but the restrains around the limbs start to loosen as he struggles somemore
Stupid wizard! I'll fuck you!
>Vibrates angrily

Rolled 52 (1d100)

*roll to bless the being with a tentacle on the side of their face*

>Slips arm out of chain and knocks on window.
Hey, you! tell the piolet to fucking land us already we've been circling the same damn planet for 5 minutes already!
>Points to the viridian ball of dirt, not a single hive in sight.

Oh I would enjoy that~
Hmpf, no class I see
>Takes another sip
>Touches tentacle
Hmm, nice
How about I just drop you
>The psychic chains dissapear, dropping the marine unto the planet

Rolled 8 (1d20)

>The planet of Torvus IV was a miserable little medieval world, it's inhabitants slaves to the corpse emperor, it's nobles deep seated with the throne of Terra.
>the berserker attempts to loosen his chains, but they simply disapper.
Let the killing begin!
>He begins his long fall to the planet surface
>And impacts right into a farmstead
BLOOD FOR THE BLOOD GOD!
>Leaps and bisects a farmhand

Rolled 6, 14 = 20 (2d20)

>The farmhand would jump out of the way of the crazed maniac
>"Wait please! I'll do anything!"
>The khornate marine would whip his helmet off at this statement.
Then on order of your corpse emperor I demand you face me in combat, mortal.
>He tosses his combat knife to the civie
>And revs his dual chain axes
BLOOD FOR THE BLOOD GOD!
>The civie would stand shaking
>1st roll civie, second roll grunkle.

>As the transport finally land, the sorcerer and his retinue leave
Ahh finally
>stretches
Now, heheheh, back to business

>The valent civilain would charge the berserker
>"FOR THE EMPEROR!"
Not today! FOR THE SKULL THRONE!
>Grunkle leaps into the air and smashes his aze down on the civialin,somehow leaving the head completely intact.
>He hods up his torphey roaring praise to Khorne
>He was tracking the transport since he fell off it, and tracks it back to a clearing near a small village.
Sorcerer, how are you doing? whats new? wanna burn a village to the ground?

>He and his retinue walk toward the bloodied khornate
>Many slaves had already been gathered and chained by his men
I'm more of a "Raiding and enslaving" kind of guy, but you have fun, we have a nearby castle to conquer

Rolled 81 (1d100)

>Spins both his chainaxes into the air and places them onto his back, crossed into a X.
A castle? Enemies, I need enemies.
>He would then pla pick up the small sorceror, weilding him like a greatsword
You are my weapon! Now where is that castle!
>runs off into the forest.

*begins filling a pit with corpses as part of some elaborate ritual*

Quests belong in /qst/

What, what in the warp are you doing?
Place me down and I'll tell you!