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[abculatter_2]

"Everywhere I go, The citizens always panic. Have they no faith in the Emperor?"

Start sweeping the city for Heretics and Xenos.

6: everyone here is a heretic! *opens fire*

Thank you for that wonderful idea!

Unfortunately, he got a 4...
Or... DID he? *evil smile*

[Xotes]

Well, considering there's not really much else I can do, I pray to the Emperor that I may serve him properly in the battle to come.

[RAM]

fashion a feast for my companions, give it some of those special Nurgle-style spices...

[Sneevil]

Do a Quick system check of the Valkyrie

[abculatter_2]

I'm writing these updates as fast as I can, but real life and my uncanny love of making long narratives in such updates keeps getting in the way.

Also, from now on I'm going to try to make every update have at least two action results. Also, you can check the turn posts for rolls and review your actions.

Paranatural:
Roll: 4
You awake to a throbbing headache and the smelly, unwashed face and breath of a particularly ugly goblin, who smiles with gaudy, tied-down teeth upon seeing you wake.
"Ahhh, yous awake! Dat good... dat good..."
You attempt to voice your opinion, in very colorful and physical language, of just how uncomfortable you are right now. Unfortunately, all you can manage is a few unintelligible grunts and a drawn-out gurgle.
"Hmmm... well, ya took a beatin' on yer head dere, all right! A real nice beatin', ya ran into one 'o dem hummie shootas? Tsk tsk, hope ya at least took da git down wit ya!"
You again attempt to voice your opinion, this time in much more physical terms, but again you fail in doing so.
"Hmmm... well, yer movey bitz don' seem ta be workin' quite right... neetha do yer talky bitz. Dunno 'ow ta patch dem up... da Big Dok may be able ta patch dat up, but 'e'll cost ya quite a bit 'o teef! Speakin' 'a teef..."
You feel him reach into your mouth, which you promptly close. Hard.
"Ahhhh! Well, yer mouffy bits certainly work well enuff!"
"I'll pay fer 'im."
Both you and the Dok dart your gaze to the source of the sentence. It was Snivel, the Ork which accompanied you on your recent venture into hummie territory.
"'ow much ya want?"
You plop your head back down onto the cold metal table you're lying upon. Any respectable Ork should be using that Dok's teeth right now for his payment! After a few moments, the goblin says,
"Mmmm... Well, I can try messin' wit 'is brainy bitz if ya want, but I dunno if dat'll 'elp any... 'sides dat, only odda ting I can do is patch dat 'ole, which'll cost ya... ten teef. Leave 'em in dat bucket dere, da scale's next ta it."
You look down at Snivel and can't believe your eyes when you see him actually taking out his tooth pouch and moving toward the scale. You attempt to make a mental note, a process which is unusually hard in your current state, when suddenly you notice him take teeth out of another pouch hanging on the other end of the scale. His eyes begin to shift around toward the Dok, who you realize has his back turned, and when you meet his eye he grins at you, and you grin back. He may be a coward, but at least he's a smart one.

After about a minute or two of rummaging through seemingly random bits of metal and scrap, the Dok turns about with a slightly curved metal plate, several screws, and a manual screwdriver. He looks over the tooth bucket, sees nothing amiss, then turns toward you. He climbs upon your chest, brings up the screwdriver, grins threateningly, then says,
"Dis is goin' ta hurt. A LOT."

(BTW, I know Orks don't typically use scales for measuring teeth, but these Orks do.)


RAM:
Roll: 3
"!snikneJ yballul gnicnad srewolf-sup fo sdleif tnaig ni yaJ ybboB elttil htiw yalp emoc elgruN rehtaF"
The other two plague marines look at each other.
"Hmmm... well, at least he seems to be able to swing a sword somewhat coherently... and he can walk. I'd say that's good enough for now"


Dragnar:
Roll: 3
You curl your head uncomfortably into your chest and attempt to go to sleep. However, you are soon oh-so-rudely interrupted by the booming intercom,
"-ive!
Four!
Three!
Two!
One!"
Suddenly, you feel as if your entire world has suddenly turned an entirely new direction which you didn't even know existed. You find it not very comfortable.

[CJ1145]

Dude, just put each turn in one post. Spreading them out is really confusing, especially when the first fragment isn't done yet.

[RAM]

fashion a feast for my companions, give it some of those special Nurgle-style spices...

placing this after the previous action's result

[abculatter_2]

Dude, just put each turn in one post. Spreading them out is really confusing, especially when the first fragment isn't done yet.

I am. I'm putting them in update posts too, so that when I make a new update everyone can see.

If you preferred I just edit all the actions into one post, I can do that too, though I'd rather not wait for everyone to post actions before making a new post.

EDIT: BTW, I'm going over to my Dad's tonight, and may be staying there over there without internet for the weekend. I should probably try to get turn 2 done with before then...


Nimitz:
(OOC: I hope you guys don't mind me handing out homeworlds like I do in this action. I can change them if you want.

Roll: 4
In an attempt to cheer yourself up, you strike up conversation with your other squad mates,
"So, where you guys from?"
The guardsman next to you with the KICKASS MUSTACHE states simply, "Armageddon"
Another across from you, whose pants seem to bulge slightly in the front, says, "Rassios"
The one next to him, who later introduces himself as Frendon, says with a hint of pride, "Terra"
This draws several glances from nearby guardsmen, and you say, "Ahhh, we got a rich kid here! How long have you been in service?"
"Just finished training a month ago, I've been in reserve since."
This earns him several sneers. "Fresh meat! You're lucky you're with me then, kid, I got quite a few campaigns under my belt, and that's something to boast about here."
You proceed to have a nicely distracting, if short, conversation before the intercom interrupts you.
"Ten seconds to warp jump!"
"Ahhh, I always hated this part..."
"Seven!"
"Six!"
"Five!"
You notice one of the other men suddenly jerk awake from an attempted nap.
"Four!"
"Three!"
"Two!"
You inhale, prepping yourself for what's about to come.
"One!"
You close your eyes.
Suddenly, the universe shifts. The whole of your reality simply gets up and walks away, leaving you stranded and struggling in the vast sea of Chaos. You manage to maintain a somewhat calm mindset, though you can't help but flinch mentally at the horrid visions of daemons and horrors untold you see despite your closed eyelids.

[Nimitz]

The update posts make it a little confusing, but okay. Little tip: could you do something to make each player's action stand out from each other? Maybe bold or italicize the player names? That'll make it a little easier to follow.

Ah, the Warp. Despite having experienced multiple jumps in the past, I can never get used to it. Emperor help us all. Once we exit the warp, I'll ask everyone if they're okay.

[CJ1145]

We're setting up turn 3 and my turn 2 action hasn't been posted yet.

[Ghazkull]

Try to find out where i am...

[Paranatural]

Awesome!

I speak up, "'ere, iffin ye gonna be boltin' dat ta me 'ead a' leas' pu' sum spikes an' nobz an' whatnot, make it orky!"

[Nimitz]

I seriously think the turns should come in a linear fashion, like all the other RTDs here.

[dragnar]

Wait for the trip through the warp to end, then get out and take a look around.

[RAM]

I seriously think the turns should come in a linear fashion, like all the other RTDs here.

Soahc Rof!