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[CJ1145]

All the results in this RTD are 1s, 5s, or 6s. Fitting for a 40k game.

[dragnar]

Not really. A perfect fit wouldn't have any 5s. Also, I got a 4.

[abculatter_2]

I couldn't quite figure out what my guy was doing...waiting for some human to turn around and attack? I had other orks with me?

You are an Ork. You see a humie. Your course of action does not require any further knowledge.

What he said.
Also, sorry for the lack of narrative in your start, I meant to add more then that but I couldn't think of a way to fit it in without breaking the style. You're currently hiding in some bushes with another ork who you've become acquainted to, looking at a humie in the local militia who happens to have a gun with him, as well as some, "nice bitz".


Also, you're in Lordinquisitor. I have to go grocery shopping now however, so I'll write your intro after that. INTRO WRITE GO!!!


Lordinquisitor:

Hondrazul knew his purpose here long before his arrival. He had prepared for this day for what seemed, to him, millennia. He knew his destiny...
And it would be glorious.

When he arrived upon the dark side of the world, he saw that he was not alone in the summoning. Thousands more had heeded the call, forming an amalgamate, seemingly random legion from hundreds of Chaos Marines Chapters, several of which had yet to be formed in the Materium. The greatest thing, however was the sheer power he felt pulsing through this region. It seemed as if the Ruinous Powers themselves had come to witness this, tearing at the edges of reality and warping the area into their twisted visions.

Another thing of interest was the apparent lack of even crude, chaotic leadership. Nothing seemed to be commanding these marines, and their whimsical actions reflected this. Perhaps this is what the Gods had intended you to do?

[Luke_Prowler]

Haha, now this is interesting. Maybe I can add my own character.

[Nimitz]

Man, you guys move so fast. I thought the turns would come after everyone posted an action. Things could get confusing like this.

I check my equipment to see if they're fully functional. I will also try to strike up conversation with one of my fellow guardsmen. Better to make sure that somebody has my back before we drop into hell.

[Paranatural]

"Ok, 'ere's da plan. We jump out an' start da dakka."

With that, I follow the plan.

[MagusBlack]

Can I still join?

Name:Magus
Gender:Male
Faction:Space Marines - Chapter: Ultramarines
Starting skills:Heavy weapons, close quarters combat
Starting equipment:Power armor, Heavy bolter, bolt pistol, combat knife
Background: Magus is a Devastator (heavy weapons specialist) who enjoys turning his enemies into a fine red paste.

[wolfchild]

OOC: SO fast, you did all that while i was asleep!!!!, grrrrrr

as for my charactrer

Say farewell to my comrades and lament that they could not go out in glorious combat(viking culture), thanking the Allfather(Emporer) that I was spared that fate, then mount up and head off to the resort and and try to get in touch with someone who can help me out or give me orders, these are in order
1) Other space wolves
2) other forces of the imperium(dark angels are left out due to a fued and inquisitors too because they believe that our oh so not corrupted and completly not going to turn my canines into fangs and make my eyes yellow, canis helix is faulty.
3) Some Friendly eldar
4) Other races that may be friendly (unlikely)
If the resort managers dont want to help a space marine, show them my storm bolter

[RAM]

Endure a warp-induced vision of something horrible happening to an interstellar Imperial Guard Vessel.

[abculatter_2]

3) Some Friendly eldar
4) Other races that may be friendly (unlikely)

TREASONOUS WITCH!!!

Endure a warp-induced vision of something horrible happening to an interstellar Imperial Guard Vessel.

Eehehehe, EEEEHEHEHEHE, EEEEEHHEHEHEHEHEEEEE

(OOC: All you Imperial Guardsmen should hope he doesn't get a high roll for this)

[wolfchild]

The inquisition has tried to attack the Fang (space wolf fortress) multiple times for multiple reasons, ignoring orders to let a planet just burn, having a deficient geneseed, and respecting some aliens, all attacks have failed MISERABLY

also the inquisition sometimes works with the Eldar so, yeah that bits not treasonous

[abculatter_2]

MagusBlack: You're in. I'll write your intro either in this post or the next update.

Nimitz:
Roll: 2
Looking over your equipment, you find that the only thing which is in full functioning order is your old, battered copy of the Imperial Infantryman's Uplifting Primer, and that could very easily earn you a demotion or even expulsion (aka execution) if seen by a superior in such a tattered state. The displays on your Hellgun have become water-logged and give scrambled readouts, and the gun has started to randomly hum as if it was about to fire, your trusty combat knife, which you have had since your enlistment and which you have affectionately named "My Lucky Knife", has begun to rust and dull, and the over-hyped shovel which you're forced to carry around is dented and cracked. You don't even bother inspecting the grenades.


Wolfchild:
Roll: 4
The decision is made. With silent footfalls your wolf glides down the craggy mountain with ease, and it is not long before you are racing across the wind-swept countryside. You should reach the resort before nightfall.

However, after about an hour of riding, you notice something rushing by beside you. You stop the wolf and pause, taking out your bolter and frost axe. You listen... nothing. Just the whispers of the wind. Surely it was just your imagination?


Paranatural:
Roll: 1
Result: You charge out of the bushes, screaming "WAAAAGH!!!" and blast away with your shoota, which manages to deal a few minor hits.
Unfortunately, you go about 5 yards before the militia man blasts your head in with his ballistic rifle.
The militia man stands over your prone form, poking you a few times to make sure you're dead. You are, or so it would seem to a hummie.
"Damn the Emperor, now we gotta deal with Orks too?"
He then walks away briskly, eying the sparse jungle around him.

Your companion walks up to you and looks at the wound.
"Ahhhh, ya wimpy grot, ya coulda at least killed 'im 'fore ya went down!"
He then manages to drag you to the small village not too far away, and tells the village dok he's got a new patient to patch up.


I'm debating whether or not I should do RAM's yet... how many others do I still have to do?

Just have to do CJ1145's, do Magus' intro, and RAM's... with plenty of FUN associated with that last one!

CJ1145:
Roll: 1
You open your mouth, and suddenly you think simply, "No."
Not "This is a bad idea" No, not "FUCK YOU CONSCIENCE, I CAN DO WHATEVER THE HELL I WANT" No. Just. Simply. No.
This is the first time the mustache has ever failed you. You suddenly feel a great deal of self-confidence fly out the window.

[CJ1145]

Uh, I'm still waiting for you to tell me what happened to me last turn....

[abculatter_2]

Uh, I'm still waiting for you to tell me what happened to me last turn....

Look up.

^{Ninja edit FTW!}

EDIT: BTW, if that's inadequate, you can tell me to continue with the speech. I just couldn't think of a failing speech at the time.

EDIT 2:
RAM:
Roll: 2 (Drat!)
Chaos consumes you once again, sweeping away the madness of the material world and placing your insanity-addled mind right back into the comforting abyss of Chaos. Within it, you see a ship, massive, bulky, powerful. You see it whizzing through the Chaos Wastes, turning in upon itself, duplicating, doing things describable only in the realm of Chaos... none of it unusual for something going through the Warp, in fact its state is surprisingly stable for something within the realm of Chaos. You see it... that is what they cal this, right? Sight? You see it pass straight through the wastes, staying perfectly still yet moving at unimaginable speeds... then it suddenly vanishes. And then your vision once again goes awry... how the hell could you have lived here, been born in this crazy realm of 'reality'?

[wolfchild]

I use my accute senses to find whatever it is, then deal with appropriately, appropriately most likely involves at least a friendly brawl, possibly  probably something a bit more fierce