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#Post#: 433--------------------------------------------------
Re: BAR
DIR By: Commissar Falco Sanders
Date: April 9, 2016, 3:52 am
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*I slide over a VERY strong drink*
#Post#: 436--------------------------------------------------
Re: BAR
DIR By: Apothecary Meros
Date: April 9, 2016, 3:56 am
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Meros searches the Templar for any gear - grenades, pistols...
he'll take the armour later.
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Re: BAR
DIR By: Segovax
Date: April 9, 2016, 4:55 am
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The warrior nods his appreciation as he picks up the drink and
looks at the thick black liquid, he puts it down satisfied that
its not poison and unclasped his helmet with a hiss of steam. He
puts down the helm on the bench top with a thud of thick metal
on wood, his face is colourless and black like his armour apart
from red markings of the demonic nature much like the one on his
armour. His eyes are black pits, no eye balls and when he opened
his mouth it was a red pit of fire and his teeth were fanged,
brass replacements. He gulped the drink in a single swig and the
pits that were his eyes seemed to flare with a distant but weak
of flame.
His face is familiar to some of the bar but the beast that sits
around that face is a stranger. On closer inspection his throat
was torn to shreds and had only sparse scare tissue to keep it
attached to his body, he places a ash blackened gauntlet on his
throat to allow air to pass through his lips normally and and
begins to speak to Falco with a voice that of a daemon echoing a
tortured man "hello commissar" he grins a grin that would unease
even an expert daemon hunter "Much has happened since our recent
excommunication. Much is to be explained, my friend. Ask any
question and I will answer"
#Post#: 447--------------------------------------------------
Re: BAR
DIR By: Apothecary Meros
Date: April 9, 2016, 6:39 am
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Meros, oblivious to the daemonic entity speaking in the bar,
removes the Templar's helmet and begins to study it. He holds it
up to So'rem. "You reckon you can cut some holes in this to fit
a couple of horns?"
#Post#: 450--------------------------------------------------
Re: BAR
DIR By: Commissar Falco Sanders
Date: April 9, 2016, 6:51 am
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"I'm guessing you got hounded by inquisitors, probably some
black templars by the look of it too. Give me details. Who
attacked you, where, how you escaped etc."
#Post#: 453--------------------------------------------------
Re: BAR
DIR By: Segovax
Date: April 9, 2016, 7:25 am
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Segovax held his hand to his throat as he looked into the goblet
from which he drank "well it all started when our organisation
gained one of the most self destructive attributes. Pride. From
our pride we grew bold and attracted certain inquistors. One
inquisitor was inquisitor "Marks", he was a veteran inquisitor
in charge of our destruction. I led my warband away into a trap
for the inquisitor and called in a few favours and found a
few... Old friends to say the least" he looks up from the goblet
and twitched recounting the memory's as he looked out into the
distance
"Our friendly sorcerer Asmor had appeared to my calls and
offered assistance. I reluctantly accepted and we set up an
ambush. The wolf brothers and dark mechanicus lured in the
inquisitor and his crusader host of black templars and when they
arrived we attacked, we racked many skulls and sent them reeling
from our overwhelming assault... But the sorcerer had other
plans, he captured me in a weakened state and enacted revenge
for abandoning him in the Necron labyrinth. He tore out my eyes,
cut my throat and cursed me by using a blood rite, freshly
supplied by my men. He then tore up my soul from the warp and
replaced it with.. Something, I don't even think he knows what
it is. And now I walk the galaxy with power but rejected and
hunted by all gods and shunned by all of my brothers and
comrades"
Segovax clenches his jaws as he starts to slowly crush the
goblet in his palm "I escaped with my new found power and
boarded one of the fleeing Templar ships, I slaughtered the crew
and set a course for our original rally point. And so now I'am
here". He looks into his helm as he try's to calm himself.
#Post#: 474--------------------------------------------------
Re: BAR
DIR By: Commissar Falco Sanders
Date: April 9, 2016, 11:28 am
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"I was talking about how you escaped the destruction of the
relay, not some poxy inquisitor."
#Post#: 541--------------------------------------------------
Re: BAR
DIR By: Segovax
Date: April 9, 2016, 6:25 pm
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Segovax gave a low growl, or what he called a chuckle, "sorry I
get carried away. It has been so long since I had talked to
another person, and the ship was so lonely. Well my escape was
desperate and uncoordinated, around the relay the inquisition
had set up a blockade of ships. The only reason why I even able
to get off the relay was that the lord commander and the
remaining vault guard fought the inquisitors forces to allow us
to retreat. I don't know if anyone made it out of the
distractionary force. Well I took a medium sized ship and got
out of there but as I have told you I knew they were following,
the events would then lead to my death and soul binding and now
I'am here"
#Post#: 555--------------------------------------------------
Re: BAR
DIR By: muffin-heretic
Date: April 9, 2016, 10:44 pm
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Muffin stands up, caught between barstools.
"Fucking, hell, what did I mi..."
then the backlash of the LSD she took a few weeks prior hits her
and she falls over, laughing again.
#Post#: 583--------------------------------------------------
Re: BAR
DIR By: Commissar Falco Sanders
Date: April 10, 2016, 3:35 am
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A lot of death muffin. A lot of death.
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