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[Luke_Prowler]

An impressive fortress loomed over a barren battlefield, it's magnificent walls piercing the sky against the war torn land. Two massive doors make up the main entrance, various ward carved into the frame. These lead to a courtyard, decorated with many statues to important figures, the biggest figure, The God-Emperor of Mankind, seated in his golden throne. Many soldiers and their equipment are stationed in the yard, waiting for whatever foolish enemy that decides to throw itself against them.

Inside, winding corridors lead to various rooms, engraved in the walls are various scenes of battles, heroes, and more protective runes. One path leads to another set of double doors, although this one is more appropriately sized. Written on the doors is the phrase "Enter, and be welcomed". Inside, clothed tables, a raised stage, and an open bar. A few people already dot the tables and bar, although most of them are unremarkable. The bartender appears to have one of his eyes and arm replaced with cybernetic part, a servo skull assisting him.

A hulk figured appeared from a back room, carrying a large box. While some would not remember him without his power armor, most would easily recognize him as Luke Prowler.

"Nice to see you could make it"

Spoiler: Some rules (click to show/hide)

1. You shall remain a chilled composure.
2. No fighting. At least not without the consent of the person you want to fight.
3. No bringing in random monsters. Strife's topic got flooded with creatures, and I'm putting my foot down.
4. Remember that this is a family friendly forum.
5. No god modding.
5. Have fun. Or else.

[Armok]

Spoiler (click to show/hide)

5. No god modding.

But what if you ARE actually a god?

There is a flash of light, then a black cat is sleeping on a shelf on one wall amongst numerous bottles.

[Digital Hellhound]

The Hellhound falls from the sky with incredible speed. A crater is formed where he hits the ground, just outside the fortress gates.
Great. From that island to this place. I'm never gonna get back home, am I?
He shrugs and walks up to the gates. He tries to push them open, but is pushed back by an invisible force.
What now? Bah. There must be another way in.

(He's a d(a)emon after all, though he's lost his powers and isn't so... evil as 40k daemons)

[TheNewerMartianEmperor]

Suddenly, a figure appeared from nowhere, just beyond the gates. Dressed in a ensemble that would not look out of place in a prohibition era speakeasy and seemingly unarmed, he seemed out of his element in this plaster landscape.

..Then he turns to face the helhound, and he can see that the left half of his body is covered with a metallic something. It was organic in appearance, ever shifting and changing itself, and it seems very much alive, and it radiates a feeing of tense, aggravated waiting.

[Kashyyk]

Lauren Stevens walks through the entrance of the bar and up to Luke_prowler.

"Update Monster Defence!" she shrieks and slaps him around the face. When he looks back she is gone, but the bemused stares of the people in the bar are quite obviously there.

[Phantom]

Phantom comes out of nowhere and sits down, to observe. In the meanwhile he's basically dinking a beer
"Whatever the hell happened to Strife anyway? By the way, anyone got some vodka? Or Morphine?"

[Jervous]

Looking through the scope of his .44, Fantas took a puff of his cigar, threw it down and stomped it out. He holstered his gun and adjusted his glasses. Wearing a heavy urban camoed jacket with many pockets, he pulled out another pack, placing another in his mouth. "Heh. Look at this place." He grinned and walked up to the doors, wondering if it was bad manners to just open and walk inside. Like he cared, though. Looking around he noticed all the freaks. Radiation? He saw some power armored fellows. Power armored boyscouts maybe. "So what are you all here for?"

[Phantom]

"If you mind, got any cigars left? The air in this fricken infantry helmet sucks, and the air here too."
"By the way, better watch out, everyone here is insane, sadistic, or willing to kill you."

[TheNewerMartianEmperor]

The figure walked up to the great gates of the fortress, and found that they were too big for someone like him to open. Deciding that this would not stop him, he climbed up, up and over them, unaware that the hairs on the back of his neck were standing up. His lack of observation came back to haunt him when he reached the top of the gate, only to be hurled down to the ground with meteoric force by the wards protecting the structure.

"What the hell was that all about?"

[Jervous]

Fantas opens a pocket, revealing dozens of cigars. "I have about..367..70 packs..5 cartons.. really what gets me through the day." He grabs one of the cigars and tosses it to Phantom.

[Luke_Prowler]

The sound of gears and chains could be heard behind the massive gate doors, until they finally opened to allow the people outside to enter. A man in a long gold trim trench coat and a very impressive cap is waiting for them.

"Welcome, I'm Commissar Roland. Don't piss anyone off, and if you break it, you buy it"

[TheNewerMartianEmperor]

"But I don't have any money, and my friend here *gestures to metal shoulder* tends to eat things made of metal that get too close!"

[Jervous]

Fantas snorts and takes a puff of his cigar. "Guess there's uptights everywhere. Back on the wasteland everyone wus relaxed. If someone took your stuff you shot 'im down.." He walks past Roland and looks around. "Pretty fancy place ya got here, Commish. What'd ya have to pay for this place?

[Phantom]

Phantom smokes the cigar, though he seems concerned about something, he walks out of the room, some sounds of Hand To Hand combat are heard, then he walks back with 2 bottles of vodka and a sniper rifle.
"Nothing ever happened, now, wheres the bar? I'm goddamn thirsty."

[Gunner-Chan]

Suddenly, a small figure in what APPEARS to be a Commissars outfit hops in through one of the windows in the main room. Quickly brushing themselves off and heading for the bar, making odd breathing noises from the gasmask they are wearing. The figure then sits at the bar and speaks to the bartender in a distorted voice.

"Hey, gimmie something already dammit."