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Post by theredauthar on Jan 18, 2023 20:55:05 GMT -5
"Okay boss, got it all here. Heh those servitors didn't even see me coming, nabbed a good deal from some cogitators too." he said as he got to Vinz side, and his smile faded. Vinz had that look, the kind that was very skulls and blood and axes. Quickly Wretch fished into his jump suit, switching out the Talisman of Tzeentch for the Brand of Khorne. Both were just some painted wire work he'd made but the gods didn't really seem to care about that. "E-ehem, so boss what you looking at?" he asked quickly, hoping to divert some of the attention. Vinz eyes up Wretch for a moment, holding his hands out as measuring something. He holds his hands up as if… “Not the right size,” he mutters under his breath, dropping his hands to his side and shaking his head. If there was a reply, no one in the foundry would hear it. For what had started as souly the ogyrn's laugh had been join and now was continued on by another figure. Up at the top of the stairwell to the foremen's office, a familiar figure to the workers laughed with twisted glee. The figure also wore the uniform of a foreman, yet his features were hidden by an open hood checkered with arcane symbols and hexs. "Just as planned." he cackled, his voice carrying over the entire complex. For Vinz, the words seem to invade his mind, as if the voice he had heard before was now repeating itself. At the same time, as if on command, two more of the birds of the foundry landed to perch on Wretch's arm holding the talisman of Tzeentch. Vinz hears the laughter in his mind. Blood for the Blood God….
Skulls for the Skull Throne…
Blood for the Blood God…Skulls for the Skull Throne… Just as planned… Just as planned…He frowns again. What just happened? Was it the God of Change? Or was it that Foreman. The one that isn’t four. Yes…the foreman…. He smiles and points, “Wretch. I want his skull. We should take the Foreman’s Skull. The laughing one. Not the one I threw the bird at.” Vinz looks over at Wretch and notices the birds around him. He looks one of those in the eye, “Didn’t I just throw you?” |
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Post by cyg on Feb 9, 2023 20:38:03 GMT -5
If there was a reply, no one in the foundry would hear it. For what had started as souly the ogyrn's laugh had been join and now was continued on by another figure. Up at the top of the stairwell to the foremen's office, a familiar figure to the workers laughed with twisted glee. The figure also wore the uniform of a foreman, yet his features were hidden by an open hood checkered with arcane symbols and hexs. "Just as planned." he cackled, his voice carrying over the entire complex. For Vinz, the words seem to invade his mind, as if the voice he had heard before was now repeating itself. At the same time, as if on command, two more of the birds of the foundry landed to perch on Wretch's arm holding the talisman of Tzeentch. Wretch nearly scurried back into the vent space when the speakers turned on an buzzed. That was his first reaction at least, but he was in arms reach of Vinz and if he moved to fast might get a similar fat at that hooded figure on the walkways below. When the two birds suddenly landed on him, he snarled at them and shook his arm, more from disgust than anything. He had been a void borne naval hand before he had rejected the imperium, and animals still always made him feel dirty. They didn’t seem natural to him, and they were unnatural in the goodish way of chaos. He smiles and points, “Wretch. I want his skull. We should take the Foreman’s Skull. The laughing one. Not the one I threw the bird at.” Vinz looks over at Wretch and notices the birds around him. He looks one of those in the eye, “Didn’t I just throw you?” He stopped flapping his arm when he realized the birds were digging into his jumpsuit and the patches were given out, and Vinz addressed him. “Foreman? Skull? Birds?" He asked, eyes snapping back at Vinz. He threw another glare at the birds before he looked back at Vinz. "But...uh, Boss, we just came here to steal their parts to sell back to the warbands later. We can just go.” Wretches gaze flicked to the nearby hatch that they had come through originally, back to the rest of the factory. But he stood still. He could be patient if needed. But no way in the Fours names was he gonna go and get mixed up in some gang war. |
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Post by hobbsy on Feb 14, 2023 3:21:11 GMT -5
As the foundry was filled with the noises of discontent, Foreman number Nine gave a quick wave of his hand. The silent command ignited a hive of activity from the many birds which filled the building. The birds with Wretch and Vinz also lunch to join their kin. All but the one Vinz question. It stays on Wretch's arm, gaze fixed on Vinz.
As one the vicious creatures descended upon all on the ground floor, peeking and scratching with claws and beaks. The few birds which dare to draw near to Ulv barely even scratch his thick skin. Others are not as fortunate as one man, Losing an eye, screams as he tumbles onto a conveyor belt and disappears into a demonic forge with a gout of fire. The chaos ceased as quickly as it had started, the birds returning their higher perches. For a moment, silence fell upon the foundry.
"Why are you here Foreman Four? Remember that bad news is an ill guest!" Foreman Nine call down in a more serious tone. The Foreman with his guards on the ground floor, appearing to be untouched by the bird strike, was still willing to replied with the same ease as before. "I am simply wondering, other than with these pets, how do you keep your workers in check and keep up work production. Foreman to Foreman if you wish?" At this, an inhumanly large smile appeared under the hood of the other Foreman. "O is that so? Well, let me give you a physical demonstration! I know just the men for this display too." He cackled as his horrendous smile was directed in the direction of Vinz and Wretch.
With another twist of a hand, a door opened to the side of the two intruders, revealing the hulking form of an abomination of warped flesh and bulging eyes. The bird looking and Vinz opened its beak and made a noise which one could possibly interpret as the word 'plan'.
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Post by theredauthar on Feb 19, 2023 1:39:30 GMT -5
“Foreman? Skull? Birds?" He asked, eyes snapping back at Vinz. He threw another glare at the birds before he looked back at Vinz. "But...uh, Boss, we just came here to steal their parts to sell back to the warbands later. We can just go.” Ah yes. The…stuff they came to get. The all important stuff. The….why were getting this stuff again? There was a reason. The blood haze fades a bit. Yes they were going to resell the… With another twist of a hand, a door opened to the side of the two intruders, revealing the hulking form of an abomination of warped flesh and bulging eyes. The bird looking and Vinz opened its beak and made a noise which one could possibly interpret as the word 'plan'. A mix of emotions runs through Vinz as this abomination crawls out towards them. On one hand, this monster is going to be one hell of a fight. He can imagine plunging his knife into the giant eye after one long and grueling fight. Bloody and beaten, yet victorious. There’s just one problem. Vinz isn’t stupid enough to think he can take this monstrosity, even if Wretch managed to help. Which he wouldn’t be able to and still keep their all important stuff. “Wretch! Run!” roars Vinz. |
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Post by Fate's End on Feb 23, 2023 0:40:46 GMT -5
Ulv scratched his head, the motion ponderous as the two Foremen . . .yakked about something. Pissing contest, maybe? He didn't know. What he did know, however, was those damn birds were annoying. But only annoying. And that wasn't why he was here. ---why was he here? What had Ruse sent him here for? Somewhere up above something was happening, something that involved shouting and wretches. Whatever that meant.
He needed answers. And there was a bossman standing right near him. That seemed simple enough. He trundled forward to the man others referred to as Foreman Four. "You!" He Bellowed, "Why am I here?" His voice boomed around the foundry, not caring that he was interrupting the man's conversation and paying the guards no mind whatsoever. His massive bulk loomed over Foreman Four, his eyes sullen and frustrated.
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Post by cyg on Feb 24, 2023 20:28:25 GMT -5
As the foundry was filled with the noises of discontent, Foreman number Nine gave a quick wave of his hand. The silent command ignited a hive of activity from the many birds which filled the building. The birds with Wretch and Vinz also lunch to join their kin. All but the one Vinz question. It stays on Wretch's arm, gaze fixed on Vinz. With another twist of a hand, a door opened to the side of the two intruders, revealing the hulking form of an abomination of warped flesh and bulging eyes. The bird looking and Vinz opened its beak and made a noise which one could possibly interpret as the word 'plan'. A mix of emotions runs through Vinz as this abomination crawls out towards them. On one hand, this monster is going to be one hell of a fight. He can imagine plunging his knife into the giant eye after one long and grueling fight. Bloody and beaten, yet victorious. There’s just one problem. Vinz isn’t stupid enough to think he can take this monstrosity, even if Wretch managed to help. Which he wouldn’t be able to and still keep their all important stuff. “Wretch! Run!” roars Vinz. Wretch had survived a lot in his time. Boiler room explosions, sub deck gang wars, arms men raids putting own the gang wars, and the various dangers that came from being a mutant. And all of those scenarios he'd survived had had one solution; run away. Before Vinz had even opened his mouth, Wretch had seen the abomination, gauged that Vinz could maybe kill it but would probably die, and was already running when Vinz finished yelling. He swatted the bird away with the back of his hand, grabbed the bags and booked it as fast as he could on two legs. "Where are we going!?" he yelled back fumbling to pull an auto pistol out of his jumpsuit. |
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Post by hobbsy on Mar 3, 2023 0:56:31 GMT -5
The abomination lurches forward with a gurgling roar which echos through the entire facility. As it starts to gain speed, it twists its body back in an unatural manner before launching two massive testicles in the direction of the two intruders. The attack is sloppy and expectedly unimaginative. Though still a threat to the those too slow to react.
[Vinz and Wretch: the creature rolled a whopping 0 to grab you, beat that roll to stay out of its clutches!]
Down below on the foundry ground level, the other ogyrn was to busy trying to understand how his master could work with a head to notice Ulv's approached. The other guards ,noticing Ulv's approached, opted to hold their ground. But did nothing else that would provoke the larger being. Although shadowed by the roar from the monster above them, Ulv's question was still loud enough to make every human on the group floor flinch. All but one.
Foreman number Four turned around and looked up at the looming figure. The other ogyrn moved to do his job, but a raise hand stopped any action to fight the threat. Their was a pause, and them Foreman number Four answered. "You see that Foreman up there?" he said pointing at the other Foreman, maliciously smiling at the spectacle on the upper levels. "Punch him. Punch anyone who gets in your way too."
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Post by theredauthar on Mar 12, 2023 0:55:56 GMT -5
"Where are we going!?" he yelled back fumbling to pull an auto pistol out of his jumpsuit. “Let’s get off this thing and on the ground floor,” Vinz shouts back, “Where we have room to move!” [4df+1] Roll: [+, , -, -] Result: 0][Flashy]A wickedly, stupid idea popped into Vinz’s mind. It would be painful, but it would cause such lovely chaos. Specifically to those working down below. Perhaps if he’s lucky the one who owes him a skull now. He dashes towards the edge of the railing and leaps off, turning slowly in the air to give the monstrosity a very obscene gesture. One that has somehow survived the ravages of time. Thing is, when you leap over the edge of a railing and turn mid air to give dual one finger salutes, you don’t leave yourself much opportunity to avoid anything spinning your way. |
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Post by Fate's End on Mar 12, 2023 23:37:57 GMT -5
Punching people. This was perhaps Ulv's eighteenth favorite thing to do. And the truth of the matter was that he generally classified different punches as different types of favorite things. Technically speaking, punching was eighteen through thirty-seven on his top one hundred favorite things to do. Though he also didn't generally bother to count that high. "I can do that." He rumbled, turning and surveying the factory layout for a moment before shaking his head, he didn't need to take stairs. He'd just climp up to the man and hurt him. Kill him. Kill. Him. Punching was killing, that much was obvious.
First things first. To get up to the man who needed to die. He back handed a random factory worker away from the nearest support beam, and then his meaty hands wrapped around the metal, his dark eyes were intent as he started to just---pull himself up the support beam. The metal itself almost seemed to creak as his immense weight and strength took their toll. It was not graceful, it was not even remotely how you were supposed to climb something in almost any clinical sense of the term. But with terrifying speed Ulv began tor rise.
((Fate's End Request: [4df+3] Roll: [+, +, +, ] Result: 6. Rolled Forceful to climb like a spider monkey))
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Post by cyg on Mar 13, 2023 11:54:05 GMT -5
Wretch had managed to fish out one auto pistol, and was turning it back to fire at the Mutant, it would have just been and accident if the rapid firing gun hit Vinz as well, when he saw Vinz leaping off the railing. “Oh, well thats that,” Wretch thought as he saw his boss go sailing, but then he realized he was on this catwalk with a very angry, hungry, and now tentacle-y warp spawn near him.
[[Rolling a Quick to follow after vinz and avoid the mutant. Adding Mutations Stunt. Result [ , , , -] Result: 2]]
With a quick leap, a burst from his autopistol, and Wretch was following after Vinz. He cackled a bit as the tentacles missed and he flew through the air. Just like when the gravity got shut off back home.
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Post by hobbsy on Mar 13, 2023 19:35:05 GMT -5
Could the abomination predict the future? Could the tentacles be sentient? Could it have just been able to adjust to its' prey's sudden desire to leap into thin air?
Whatever the reason and although it had launch its' attack before the pair had jump, the testicles seem to curve after their targets. The tendrils can only flail harmlessly in Wretch's direction as they reach their full extension. But Vinz is not as fortunate as two of the larger tentacles coil around his lower left leg.
Or maybe fortunately?
For as the beast shifts its' mass, the creature overextends. As gravity took hold of Vinz (and Wretch), the abomination is dragged to the railing. There is the Shriek of tortured metal as the beast collapses at the edge of the upper level, barely able keep itself from falling off. With itself precariously perched on the edge, a bulging eye twists to fix its' sight on Vinz hanging upside down from its' appendages. The tentacles begin to retract, pulling the man towards a gaping maw in the creature's upper torso.
Wretch on the other hand, continued to decent. That was until he landed on a worker on the ground floor with a sickening crunch. The worker screams in pain, a crumpled form beneath you.
The Foreman above laughs with a maddening cackle, leaning over the rail as he watches the chaos unfold. Though his laughter is quickly replaced with recoiling shock as the form of Ulv fulls his vision as the ogryn rises over the edge of the balcony. The hooded figure flicks his right arm to point in Ulv's direction as he steps back. The birds of the foundry take flight and loop behind the Foreman, around his arm and directly at the new treat. The living tide of feathers pelt Ulv with their frail bodies, more in an attempt to blind or force the ogryn from his perch than to actually cause damage.
[[Vinz, you are being pulled back up to the chaos spawn. You'll have to make a roll to free yourself if you wish to escape its'clutches. Ulv, you need to beat a roll of 2 to withstand the bird-strike you are receiving and prevent yourself from falling. Wretch, you have most likely crippled a bystander. You are free to do as you wish, for now...]
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Post by theredauthar on Mar 14, 2023 0:38:52 GMT -5
If one was considered a sane being, they would realize what a horrible situation this is. Vinz Kellam, has been accused of being many things. A conspiring follower of Tzeetch, a Blooded Blade of Khorne, an indulger of Slaanesh, a Child or Nurgle, even a trickster of minor gods. Being accused of being sane, is not one of them.
Despite everything, he smiles with a wide toothy grin, and a strange look of joy begins to form on his face. The smile becomes a chuckle before growing into maniacal laughter.
[4df+3] Roll: [+, +, , -] Result: 4][Forceful]
“You’ll never believe this,” he laughs wildly as he pulls one of his prized blades from its sheath, “But this is Just. As. Planned!”
With wild abandon, he slashes the blade into the tentacles wrapped around his leg, letting the spiked handguards tear into the beast’s flesh.
“For Khorne cares not from where the blood flows,” he chants as he butchers he tries to butcher his way to freedom, his eyes shifting back towards the Foreman, “This is the part where you run!”
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Post by Fate's End on Mar 22, 2023 20:43:03 GMT -5
Birds of a feather. Was that something Ruse had said? All Ulv knew was he was getting pelted by birds. Big birds, small birds, sticky birds. Smack smack smacking into his face, his arms, his shoulders, his chest. They weren't good at it, not really. But it still stung a bit. Droplets of blood appeared on his skin, soaking into his shirt and running down his arms, his face.
But Pain was nothing new.
Ulv roared and battered aside the birds, surging forward in a bellow of anger and hatred, focusing on the job at hand. Punching the man.
Through a tornado of feathers, blood and birdly excrement came a fist like that of a minor god. Ulv put a good deal of weight behind the punch, not caring if it left him unbalanced up here. Only the punch mattered. Only the meaty impact of flesh against flesh and the wet, delightful sound of bones breaking and skin tearing. He wanted to hear that. He NEEDED to hear that, to feel it.
So he punched through the birds and aimed for the man's face.
((Rolled a 3 with Careful to survive the birds. And then rolled a 3 with forceful to attempt to Punch a Foreman in the face.))
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Post by cyg on Mar 27, 2023 21:13:23 GMT -5
Wretch looked down at the man he had landed on, who was screaming and clutching at a dislocated knee of his left leg and the jutting bones of his right. Wretch sneered down at the crippled worker, and debated putting a few bullets in him to shut him up, when he noticed he was down here but the boss Vinz wasn't. He looked up, wondering if his boss had managed the very timely ability to fly from the powers, only to see him hacking and chopping at the spawn which had grabbed him.
"Well Tzeentch bless my soul," Wretch said with a snarling grin. Better than he could hope. He had the parts (Most of them anyways, some fell out during the jump), he was still alive (always a good thing), and his latest line of bullying bosses was about to be feed to a very hungry warp spawn. He fished out the talisman he had for the Weaver of Fate, and smiled at it. Maybe that bird had been a message, a sign he was finally moving up in this rotten world. Then he heard the yelling, not from beneath him, but around him. He'd managed to land smack in the middle of this stupid Foreman rivalry. Blessed by Fate his arse.
"Hang on boss!" he yelled up to Vinz, deciding having the larger man be the target of everyone was better than them picking on him, "I'll get ya down!"
Pulling out his autopistol and holding it with both hands, he raised it and aimed at Chaos spawn. Sure it was a long shot for such a close range lead spitter, and sure Vinz was in the way a bit, but hey who said a few stray bullets weren't a change of pace. He realized then he was still standing on the cripple, half screaming still and half sobbing. With a sigh, Wretch aimed down and put a few into the blubbering bump just so he could aim in peace, then let a short burst up at the spawn to help Vinz. Landing was his problem after that.
[[Rolling Careful to hit the Chaos spawn and not Vinz, hopefully. Roll: [+, , , -] Result: 2]]
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Post by hobbsy on Mar 29, 2023 4:49:09 GMT -5
The creature holding Vinz shrieks in pain as the entangled man shredded whatever limbs were in his reach. The tendrils become a bloody mess and with an almost wet rubbery sound, begin to tear apartment. Though as he makes his threat towards the Foreman, he would only see his target crumpling backwards as the form of a ogyrn connects a punch to his upper torso and head.
The shrieks would become entwined with the reverberating sound of gunfire as Wretch opened up from the floor below. The rounds cut a line across the body of the monstrosity, only bring interrupted by the form of Vinz as the middle portion of the spray of bullets are cought by his back. The beast recoils from the peppering of metal slugs. As it jerks away, the tension on the mangled tentacles proves too great and separate where Vinz had damaged it.
Whatever satisfied Wretch received from his shooting would be abruptly interrupted by the wounded form of Vinz landing squarely on top of him. This didn't alarm the surrounding workforce, but what came next did. With another shriek both of the abomination and the metal which had been supporting it, the mass of bloody limbs and other unnatural anatomy toppled over the side of the railing and descended towards the two which had preceded its fall.
[[You two will have to make a roll to avoid the falling chaos spawn. Wretch you have to beat a roll of 1 since Vinz fell on top of you. Vinz, you'll have to beat a roll of 2 since Wretch just shot you in the back...]]
On the other railing, Ulv's fist parted the birds attacking him, surprising the Foul Foreman as his fist burst from the feathers. With blue sparks and a howl of pain, the Foreman was flung back towards the wall behind him. As the birds fled to find a hiding place, they reveal the now trembling form of the man beneath the hood to Ulv.
Whatever he was trying to conjure while the birds distracted the ogyrn, it had barely kept him from dying from the impact of the punch. His face was a bloody mess, though clean shaven and bald. His blazing eyes burned with hatred as he found his voice once more. "How dare you assail me, you lowly pawn in the game! You will never amount to being worthy of meer existence before your exceedingly short life comes to an end!!!".
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