The Grand Coliseum

dar weathers the shots but does not faulter instead he builds up energy

and multiple monofilament webs are shot, wrapping around him, constricting and slicing into him

dar flashes an energy wave and breaks the webs

+did I make you angry dear?+

dargoth takes a flying kick to the face

+'dear??' +

+sorry force of habit+

Freya goes back stage to see the harlequin she was with earlier(forgot his name)

he grabs the kicker and tosses him towards the wall

he's not there

said kicker lands perfectly against the wall not hurting themself and bounds forward as dargoth takes another kick from behind

+right+

dargoth lashes out with tendrils of warp energy along with his swords

and finds himself almost unable to hit his attackers as more shots hit in him from unseen angles

he brushes them off, increasing his inhuman speed to keep up with his assailants
Azzy: .....where did dargoth go?

Freya walks on stage

+so you gonna ask?+

Dars still fighting

*she cant. her path is blocked by an invisible field*

+yes+

at which point the death jesters open up on him, in prefect concert with the melee attackers

he uses his swords to deflect blows, and continues his assault

+good I cant wait to see you again+

Code red

Jain zar eldar faction leader in eternal crusade

http://www.mmorpg.com/gamelist.cfm/game/954/feature/9460/Warhammer-40000-Eternal-Crusade-Big-News-for-the-Eldar.html

*recreates loves can bloom with the vindicare special character*

they continue firing

+right+

OOC little late in the day to start something eh?

OOC oh wow

OOC: ......its finished....... Zombie & Witch is finally finished after 3 years.... this is the happiest day of my month.....

OOC oh...
ok... never followed the thread/story anyway

OOC: HERESY! you should! ....i mean it isnt heresy... well its heresy but not in the Heretical Love sense heresy..... it has witchcraft and zombies and magic police and tons of dakka

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Privy to information from rogue traders of an Ork invasion upon the verdant world of Gerlei II, I arrived to find PDF forces already fighting a bloody and brutal trench war with the savage greenskins. May the Emperor bless those fine men for their valor in the face of such a horde (and forgive me for not fighting), but they were outnumbered.

All appeared to be lost at the main hive, when a strange procession made its way towards the battle. Resplendent in their purple armor and bearing the symbol of the rose upon their shoulders and banners, I beheld the Pretty Marines in their glory. As they advanced the air seemed to clear, the sun appearing to shine directly upon their battle-ready forms. Behind them was a procession much like one I had seen of pilgrims following Sororitas as they marched to war, though instead of flagellating zealots I saw a throng of screaming fourteen year old girls.

In war they were as any Astartes, brutal and swift. The Ork horde were caught in the sudden counter-attack spearheaded by assault troopers who glided gracefully overhead before diving upon greenskins like an eagle swooping upon its prey.

The Orks were annihilated utterly, but the marines did not celebrate. They left the battlefield, bearing the body of one of their own in a mournful procession. I managed to get a hold of one of their scouts to ask him what had occurred to fell this brave warrior, for no marks appeared to adorn his form.

"No marks?!" the scout had exclaimed at me, manly tears streaming down his face, "Those greenskins cut his cheek! His beautiful features are marred forever!"

The wailing of the little girls lasted well into the night and the next day.
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Hey gorath, how would you react if someone unpacked these badboys during a battle day? XD

cant say naz the image wont load for me

......*le sigh* .....i cant adequately describe this with words....

well bugger

"[...]These worlds were in the path of a far flung tendril of Hive Fleet Leviathan, and were soon to be invaded and consumed. So badly were the Draetheri routed from Forosia, however, that they fled back to their home worlds to face the Tyranid hive fleet. Their leaders considered extinction by the Tyranids preferable to facing the Angry Marines again.[...]"

""Brother Captain, the Forosian Planetary Council and I have a request to make of you and your Battle Brothers," said Governor Leass. "WHAT THE FUCK DO YOU WANT NOW, COCK STINK!," replied Brother-Captain Shit-Ripper, leader of the Angry Marine task force. "The Xenos are routed, and I speak for the entire planet when I express the deepest of gratitude for your help in preserving our fair planet," Leass started. "But now we have a severe threat to our planet left behind by the Draetheri. Our Hives and Manufactorums have severely damaged municipal systems. Fires rage through two of our manufactorums completely unchecked. We have no capacity to put them out. Entire stocks of weapons and food rations made ready for nearby warzones and military campaigns are being destroyed in stockyards because of these infernos. We humbly ask if you could provide some assistance in neutralizing this threat?" Brother-Sargeant Fuckus-Them-Uppus replied for his Captain, "FUCK NO, I'M NOT YOUR BITCH SERVITOR, YOU FUCKING PRICK." "SHUT YOUR WHORE MOUTH, UPPUS," said Captain Shit-Ripper. "FAGGOTS," he said, turning to his assembled companies, "WE BEAT THE SHIT OUT OF ORKS, RIGHT!?" "FUCK YEAH WE DO!", shouted a marine. "KICK THEIR COCKS IN!", another chimed. Shit-Ripper continued "AND WE TEAR THOSE ELDAR CUNTS INTO CHUNKS, RIGHT?!" "I HATE THOSE FAIRY PANTSHITTERS", a Belligerent Engine groaned. "WELL, THOSE FUCKERS BREAK SHIT WHICH BELONGS TO THE EMPRAH!!!", announced the Captain,"AND THIS FIRE IS BREAKING HIS SHIT TOO! LETS RIP THIS FIRE A NEW ASSHOLE!!! ALWAYS ANGRY!!!!!" "ALL THE TIME!!", answered the assembled Marines. "Thank you so much Captain, we will convene immediately with the Mechanicum and-" "FUCK THOSE WIND-UP ASSHOLES, WE KNOW HOW TO KILL FIRE!!! WITH FIRE!!!", roared Captain Shit-Ripper.

Transcript Ends;


The Angry Marines attacked the fires as they would any other of the Imperium's foes-- with Power Wrench and Chainsword, Heavy Bolter and Melta Gun. That very day, the Fires sweeping through the Manufactorums grew by an order of magnitude. The next week saw the fires spreading into the hive cities. Millions died trying to escape the blaze. Matters were not helped when the Angry Marines, growing alarmed at the Fire's refusal to die in the Emperor's name, resorted to tactics most extreme to kill it. The Angry Marines loaded explosives onto cargo ships, which had been previously delegated to evacuate refugees off-planet, and flown into the blazing spires. Even orbital bombardments did not cause the flames to abate. Ultimately, the Angry Marines resorted to Exterminatus-- to prevent this grave threat to the Imperium from spreading to other worlds."

OOC well this next word I post will be short yet interesting

"Temperus Maximus is the Chapter Master of the Angry Marines, by virtue of being the angriest Marine in the chapter, if not in the entire Imperium of Man. He's got a pair of chainfists with assault cannons built in and Khorne is fucking scared of this guy.

It is believed by many imperial citizens that Temperus Maximus is the holy equivalent of a daemon prince since his anger is beyond even the Emperah's comprehension.

Records say that an entire World Eaters Warband ran like little pussies just by the sight of this angry beast and it is unknown how old is he but he's been around for quite a while though, His main goal is to teach the World Eaters just who is the angriest space marines around."

POOB

OOC anyway I'll just do this bit then
IC Meldarion, now that the show's concluded, goes through his personal device when something dawns on him
Mel: wait did I see Dargoth walk to the stage?
He looks at the curtains curiously

OOC: .....i feel like i know some of the rage that the angry marines usually feel....
this fucking game... im on like normal difficuiloty right now... with relentless self torture, i managed to hone my dueling skills(recognize the animation and press the right button skills, really) to the level where i have a reasonable fighting chance against this boss...
but the fucking fucktard fucker game just MUST fuck me over every time... because even with reflexes fine-tuned to do this, and all the advantages i can secure for myself, at best i have time to snap-fire my finger at the correct button.... but all three buttons are next to each other... so even though i hit the right button, and the animation starts, i accidentally keep pressing the wrong button too, and suddenly i teleport down from the air into a blocking position on the ground, and get my legs cut off....

and even when i secure all the advantages, including fencing proficiency, my fastest attack is still slower than the charge-up of his slowest attack... who the hell were the hardest difficuilties designed for, AI, or koreans?!

dar continues to minimize the damage the harliquins are inflicting

more hallucenogen grenades

still not effecting him other then being annoying

he feels something in his mind

dar continues to fight but pays attention to the little thing

he feels it gripping on his mind as his vision starts blurring

dar reinforces his mind and tries to cast this influence out

he feels others doing the same

Dar: forces his controll and pushes back on the influence forcing it back with his will

OOC this seems anticlimactic
Only one post from both of you

he feels like a hand is literally gripping his mind

dar is prying each finger off (literally or metaphorically as needed) releasing more shockwaves of energy in his struggle

a lone figure drops down in front of him
its the solitaire

dar grips his swords tightly and takes a step forward

"lets dance"