The League of Extraordinary Gentlemen(And others)

"again not necessarily, I'm moving experiments forward one at a time"

Amo: Oh? Do notify me if you decide to use that soul container... i am most interested in seeing what happens... by the way... where is everyone?

Adriel: "I do so love orks." *He grabs hold of a big mek's claw, and starts forcing it down slowly to its neck* "So damn stupid."

*Cyra left some time ago, as did Thorgar*

Lir: *finishing off her own big mek* Where is a real challenge, filthy greenskins?!

Adriel: "implying the greenskins can provide a challenge besides quantity."

/a big Nob charges at them with choppas held high and shouting orky threats/

Adriel: *Raises his storm bolter, and fires. A hail of bolts thunder into the charging ork, the trails of smoke their rocket motors leave, shimmering in adriel's golden aura.*

/it falters for a moment, but keeps chatging, taking a large swing at the shiny git/

*Adriel waits until the last moment, then whips up his sword and catches the orks axe against the crossguard. he pushes down on the beast and stares into its eyes. helmet a few inches from its face* "Run away, little ork."

WAAAAAAAAAAAAAGGGGGHHHHHH!!!!
/He covers his helmet with salive and starts pushing harder..../

*Adriel rams his storm bolter to the ork's chin, and opens fire, multiple high explosive bolts detonating within the beasts skull.* "Wagh."

*as it falls, his field of view once more encompasses the battlefields.... strewn with ork limbs all over after Lir's rampage while Ariel was busy with the nob*
Lir: *shouting towards the ork lines* IS THIS ALL YOU HAVE, SAVAGES?! *orky willpower save*

The member 'Nazamroth' has done the following action : Challange Fate

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'd20' : 8

*the orks seem rather....hesitant to attack anymore.... they keep bickering in confusion as to what to do now...*

Adriel: "Shall we inform them of the proper course of action?" *Tosses the body away*

OOC. BTW? feel free to take some orky control if you feel like it...
IC:
Lir: Guardsmen! Now is your moment of glory! CHAAAARGGGGEEEEE!!!
*as she says that, she starts running at about the speed of an olimpic runner at the ork lines with that battlecry echoing throughout the landscpae*

Commissar: "For the imperium men! DO NOT FALTER!" *The guardsmen charge, bayonets glinting in the morning sun, across the ragged, shell smashed terrain.*

*Adriel follows silently, a few metres behind Lir*

roll

The member 'Nazamroth' has done the following action : Challange Fate

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'd20' : 7

*As the two demigods hit the ork lines, hacking and blasting their way through anything they can reach, followed by the guardsmen laying down a barrage of righteous inspired fire, the orks break and start a chaotic retreat... a rout, more like, but retreat anyway....*

Commissar: "AIMED FIRE MEN! PLACE YOUR SHOTS!" *He demonstrates this principle wonderfully, firing his laspistol into the back of a fleeing slugga boy's head, felling the creature.*

Lir: *she holds up her axe in one hand* UUUUURRRAAAAAAA!!!

Guardsmen: "URA! URA! URA!" *The shouting is somewhat muffled by their gasmasks*

Lir: .....now what... I expected more of an epic fight...

Adriel: "This is probably the greatest moment of these men's short lives, let them have it for a bit."

Lir: ....a dreadful existence indeed...

Adriel: "Perhaps preferable to being kidnapped and dropped in the middle of the warp for a week."

Lir: ...who did that happen to? Kaldor Draigo?

Adriel: "He's been stuck there for hundreds of years, that happened to me, because of your demented boyfriend."

Lir: ....if you think he is dememnted, you should meet Draigo... Besides, I would say you ended up better this way than if you would still be with your chapter...

Adriel: "Because that would be terrible, thank god my company is a daemon engine, a daemonette, an eldar, and a daemon prince."

Lir: A Norn queen, and a khornette as well... at least you are not fighting in futile squabbles, and you actually have the power to make a difference...

Adriel: "I was referring to you as the daemon engine, that fiend hasn't done much. *Sighs* Perhaps, still, I dont have to like it."

Lir: Could be worse... now.... guardsmen!

Guardsmen: "YES MY LADY!"

Lir: Where is the orkish excuse for a central command center?

Commissar: "They infest the equatorial jungles my lady, eighty miles south of here."

Lir: ....Is their leader also there?

Commissar: *Awkward silence.* "Umm.."

Random guardsman: "Nobody really knows that."

Lir: .....So be it... He will be there once I reduce it to a burning ruin! The savage will want to face me then!

Adriel: "Hold here guardsmen, we shall deal with this."

Lir: .....80 miles.... should not take long to cover on foot... *She turns south and starts running at astartes pace*

Adriel: *nods to the commissar, then follows lir, matching her pace.* "You really want to just start killing until their boss comes out for you?"

Lir:then take his head and toss it on the imperial commander's desk... Instill the fear in the orks that they lack so much, and gain the faith of the guardsmen....
*as they get out of sight, inside the jungle, she speeds up to several times the speed of a sprinting astartes, letting her horns and tail return, and her hair to its previous flamy nature.*

Adriel: *He once again matches her speed, as he begins to move this fast, Lir sees, our of the corner of her eye, his golden glow intensify, and... strangely, grow outwards.*

*and he notices his golden fox familiar next to him*
Lir: ....that light is getting irritating... what are you doing?

Adriel: "Its... By the emperor."

Lir: what?

Adriel stops suddenly, the golden glow intensifying greatly, making it all but impossible to look upon him

*the fox sits down without even flinching, while Lir retreats behind a tree, the holy light quite uncomfortable for her*