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Post by theredauthar on Apr 3, 2023 0:11:46 GMT -5
Vinz feels the white hot pain as the bullets rip into his back, before falling from the flailing abominations arms. He lands roughly on top of poor Wretch. And yet, he’s still laughing maniacally. Despite the drop, despite the landing, despite the bullet wounds in his back, he’s still laughing. His eyes flash open as the monstrosity above topples forwards to land on him.
LanternO'Red Request: [4df+3] Roll: [+, +, , -] Result: 4 [Forceful]
Perhaps the blood flow has appeased Khorne, or perhaps Nurgle or Slaanesh favored thought the disruption Vinz was causing deserved an encore. Perhaps this was part of Tzeetch’s plan, who knows. Regardless of the reasoning, Vinz throws himself to his feet, ignoring the pain from the fall, the pain from the wounds, and turns towards the fallen form of the Forman Ulv has pummeled. A toothy, maniacally wide grin still on Vinz’s face as he races towards them, almost unaware of the behemoth falling to where he lay just moments ago. The goreslick blades are miraculously, or perhaps mephistophelian, still in his hands. And of course, he is still laughing.
“YOUR SKULL IS MINE!”
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Post by Fate's End on Apr 17, 2023 22:11:02 GMT -5
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!!!". The verbal response should come before the physical action. Ruse would be very disappointed to know that Ulv had forgotten this rule. He'd have to say sorry later. THWACK!!!His boot lashed out, utilizing his greater height and the man's compromised position to essentially stomp on the foreman. THWACK!!!Again the boot came down. He was supposed to respond, right? With words? That sounded right. Oh well. THWACK!!!Finally after the third bootstrike, Ulv's mind caught up to the man's words and played them through the Ogryn's brain with painful, anxiety inducing clarity. "HUH?" He blurted out, confused by the use of words such as "exceedingly" and "existence". ((Rolled Forceful to stomp on the man. Fate's End Request: [4df+3] Roll: [+, +, +, -] Result: 5 ))
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Post by cyg on Apr 26, 2023 8:36:59 GMT -5
[[Rolled a 1 to avoid getting crushed]] Wretch took a moment to be impressed that he managed to hit the abomination more than he hit Vinz, especially with the crappy auto gun he had. He turned and was about to move out when he realized the man beneath him was still alive, some how. Wretch snarled and was about to put another bullet in him, this time right in the head to be sure, when he heard the groan of metal and roar of monstrosities above him, and felt some heavy crash into his back.
The next thing Wretch knew he was sucking in air, his head pressed against the grating of the floor and something was sitting on his back. He had a moment to think what in the Four just hit him when he heard Vinz laughing and suddenly he could breathe again. Growling he thought about shooting the Boss again, when he realized something else was coming down. Instinct took over and he rolled along the floor, narrowly rolling out of the crashing abomination that crushed the ground where he’d just been.
“Huh,” was all he said, before reaching down and pulling out the small talisman to Tzeentch he had out, “maybe you do work.”
But that was something to deal with later. Right now the whole floor was a slaughter house, with Vinz and that weird Ogryn both trying to tear apart one of the foreman of this place. Well, Wretch could help out and maybe get some respect, but he still had a good bit of loot and no one was watching him. Looking back down to the talisman, he decided that if the Lord of Ravens wanted a hand in things he could decide. Taking it off the string and giving the coin like disk a flip, he let fate decide.
And fate was decided by that damn bird, which flew in and grabbed his coin, before winging it back to the foreman!
“HEY, YOU LITTLE THIEF THAT’S MINE!” He shouted, and raised his gun to blow the conniving little pest away, and his boss. He was a coward but he was a greedy coward first, and he wasn’t about to have any more bad luck from losing that talisman. Besides, he had stolen it first.
[[Rolling forceful to Shoot at the foreman: Result -2]]
Click click click
“Oh great!” Wretch yelled, slamming the side of his auto pistol with his palm. “What the hell do you want? Me to stab him!?” He shouted up at nothing in particular, but he had a feeling some one was laughing at him.
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Post by hobbsy on May 1, 2023 2:00:05 GMT -5
As if spurred on by the gods themselves, Vinz flew up across the working floor and up the stairs to the Foreman's booth with unnatural speed. But as he reached the top and declared ownership of the skull, he would find himself... Disappointed.
The aforementioned skull is now shattered fragments mixed with blood and brain matter beneath the foot of Ulv. On the ground floor below, the foundry bursts into chaos in its purest form with the dispatching of the Foreman. Works rised up against enforcers, informers were shanked. The only stillness within the maelstrom was the still surviving Foreman, who's guard prevented anyone from getting any ideas.
As for Wretch yelling at the bird, he would find his surrounding suddenly darked by an immense shadow. Looking up, he would find the spawn of chaos looming above him with at full high. A moment past. Two moments..
Then the creature, to most likely the relief of Wretch, begins to lumber towards where Vinz had rushed off to. But any relief would be quickly shattered by a sudden challenge. "YOU! I'M GONNA MOUNT YOU ON THE PILLER ABOVE MY WORK STATION!" bellowed the man with a wrench Wretch had engaged with earlier, said wrench at the ready. The laughter in Wretch mind continues.
Back on the higher level with the dead body of the Foreman, the Ogyrn and the soldier would hear a roar from the bottom of the staircase. The abomination, limping from its injuries, wrapped its tentacles to the rails at the bottom of the stairs. Blocking the only way down from the booth.
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Post by theredauthar on May 24, 2023 11:08:38 GMT -5
Vinz eyes the bloody mess on the floor that was once the skull he was to claim. He slowly raises his stare to look into the eyes of the Ogryn, with the worst look he possibly could… …a look of disappointment.
“I totally had dibs on that,” he huffs.
His thoughts are disrupted by some shouting down the stairs and of course his last playmate wiggling its massive weight up after him. Briefly he could not help but admire whatever tenacity or focus the abomination had. That was immediately replaced though with annoyance and frustration. The creature was a distraction. From what he’s having trouble remembering, due to the blood haze in his mind.
“There was a reason we were…”
We? Oh yeah, Wretch. Where’d he get off too? There he is being yelled at by…who the heck is that?
Vinz turns his attention back to the spawn briefly, “Hold a second my dear beastie, I’ll be with you in a second.” LanternO'Red Request: [4df+1] Roll: [+, , , -] Result: 1 (Quick)
Unslinging his Carbine, Vinz fires a lasbolt at the man wielding the wrench at his underling. He doesn’t even bother to see if it hits before he slings the weapon back up and over his shoulder. Retrieving his blades once again.
“Now beastie, how many skulls do you have?” LanternO'Red Request: [4df+3] Roll: [+, , -, -] Result: 2 (Forceful)
Knives pointed at the creature’s flesh, Vinz leaps onto the thing’s….face? And begins carving like the crazed madman he really is.
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Post by Fate's End on May 24, 2023 21:03:31 GMT -5
There wasn't a red mist hanging over Ulv's eyes, unless you counted the blood splatter. His breathing was labored, perhaps. But really, the man had died easy. Someone else was here, suspiciously tall for a regular human. Weirdly shouting about skulls. "Why do you people always go on about skulls?" Ulv rumbled, turning from the man even as he asked the question. Something with tentacles was down below, blocking the way down. Ulv frowned, his face contorting hideously as he attempted to formulate complex thoughts. "OI!!!" He barked down at the creature. "SNAKEY! Back up or I squish you good. Yeah?!!"
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Post by cyg on Jun 9, 2023 20:12:22 GMT -5
As Wretch tried to clear the jam(offering the crude machine spirits a litany of creative sailor swears and plenty of percussive persuasion), he felt a shadow cross over his back, and heard a guttural gurgling. Slowly, he turned around, seeing the grotesque wall of flesh of the mutant from above, still very much alive. As one vacant black eye seemed to focus on him, Wretch felt something tickle at the back of his skull.
Then the beast roared and charged past him, making a beeline for Vinz. Wretch almost let out a prayer at that, but he heard something else to draw his attention. Looking over, he spotted, oh!
“You found that wrench?!” He said to the man, genuinely surprised he managed to find it in this place. Wretch then realized what that wrench was going to be used for in a moment. “Ah grunk!” He cursed and fumbled for something that he knew wouldn’t jam.
A Cypra Mundi "Ironclaw" Shotgun. His pride and joy. And what he was hoping would save his horrid little life. Unslinging it and pulling the sack off he used to disguise it, he leveled it, pictured a nice Captains regalia on the worker, and pulled the trigger.
[[Rolling Quick to fire at the worker; [4df+2] Roll: [+, +, +, -] Result: 4]]
BOOM BOOM
The Ironclaw kicked, as Wretch fired two shots of his own special ammo of nails, lead pellets, and a bit of glass for fun into the legs and then gut of the worker. Wretch cackled as he saw his work.
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Post by hobbsy on Jun 10, 2023 0:11:34 GMT -5
As the worker with the wrench stepped forward to attack Wretch, a las beam shot across his path. Although it didn't hit the man, it was enough to make him step back and hesitate. More important, it gave Wretch enough time to reach for his shotgun.
The first shot shredded through the man's legs. The man was a strong man after many years of hard labour, so he didn't fall immediately. He had a moment to cry out in pain before the second shot made contact with his torso. The impact of the shot knocked him back in a pool of his own blood. The surrounding workers step back from the gurgling mess which would soon be a corpse. May of them were familiar with the enforcing power if a man with a shotgun, so frightfully step away or charged off to join a fight in a different part of the foundry.
Only one man stepped closer behind Wretch and his shotgun. "Nice work." Mused Foreman Four, his hood still ruined with now partly dried bird guts. "Are you currently employed?".
Over at the steps to the now deceased Foreman's booth, Vinz landed square on the creatures front. The spawn moved to attack him, but as the knifes began to tear flesh the abomination seemed to slow. It had already taken a lot of damage, and now it seemed to have reached its limit. Maybe, just maybe, it was even reacting to Ulv's command.
Twitching and moaning from many holes, the beast fell to it's warped knees and submitted to Vinz's assault. Though as Vinz shredded the front half of the creature, no skulls could be seen beneath the bloody skin. Ether this thing didn't have a skull or it wasn't in the place a skull should normal be.
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Post by Fate's End on Jun 11, 2023 23:07:22 GMT -5
Ulv nodded grimly. The thing had slowed down. It listened to him. Ha. "HA!!!" He roars down at the spawn. "YOU LISTEN GOOD, SNAKEY! NOW RUN BEFORE I DECIDE I SQUISH YOU ANYWAYS!"
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Post by theredauthar on Jun 27, 2023 22:39:27 GMT -5
Vinz frowns, “What in the Corpse-Emperor’s Name is this grox-crap?! Where’s your skull!?”
He slides off the monstrosity and to the ground, almost as if he’s pouting.
“Gah! You all can’t even die right,” he roars in frustration.
He’s about to stomp his way down the stairs when he spots Foreman Four talking to Wretch.
“Wait…didn’t his head get squished?”
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Post by cyg on Jul 23, 2023 19:51:23 GMT -5
Wretch grinned as the first shot hit. The satisfying kick back from the weapon fire was almost as satisfying as seeing the man splatter in his own blood. He swept the weapon across the other works, grinning maliciously, since he’d always wonder what it would be like to be on this end of a shotgun for once.
“That’s right back off ya bunch of warp pox, you’re not worth the ammo so back off,” he snarled, then turned to see who had spoken to him.
“Maybe,” he said, a little surprised that a Foreman of this place was even talking to him, “Why, what’s it worth to ya?” He asked, keeping an eye out for Vinz.
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Post by hobbsy on Jul 31, 2023 18:54:02 GMT -5
“Maybe,” he said, a little surprised that a Foreman of this place was even talking to him, “Why, what’s it worth to ya?” He asked, keeping an eye out for Vinz. "Well. With this foundry under 'new management, one is always in need of crowd management. Who knows. If you prove yourself I could even pay you for a job or two as a hired killer. Though this could be a conversation for another time." The living Foreman said as he surveyed the riot around them. "Come see me if your interested." he finished as he stepped away from Wretch in the direction Vinz and the deceased Foreman's office. He kept a weapons length away from Vinz as he passed, offering a polite "Nice work." as he went. His remaining guards eyed Vinz, just in case the blood lust wasn't quenched. As for Ulv, he found himself alone at the top of the stairs. What remains of a corpse at his feet and at the bottom of the stairs on his left. A office of sort on his right and the rest of the work force fight for survival in one form or another below. The foundry was the ogyrn's, murder's and... Wretch's playground.
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