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[Tyross (FT)]

I've pmed a few of you with an idea, but for those of you who I didn't PM, heres the gist of the PM:

I was wondering, how about all us writers, who are interested, do a bit of work together for fun? Basically it'll work like the three word story, but each writter does a bit in turn and as time goes on, the story evolves.

I was thinking of say an Inquisitor and a band of other aliens, looking for something.

At this point, I'm looking for people to post something about a character, how he could join the Inquisitor's band or why he hates them, and perhaps someone to start it off. If no one's interested, i'll start it off.

So people, post your characters and things don't have to be fluffy to the extreme (I'll do mine in a little while). Just so long as theres at least some reason for them being there (i.e. an Ork that likes getting paid in war trophies, and Eldar ranger who is kept on a short lease by the Inquisitor because of his excellent long rifle abilities etc).

[Wargamer]

Hmm... something like this you mean?

Valkys (pronounced "Vaul-k-yss" or "Vaul-kiss") Thomias Hawke is a mercenary, vagabond, and wanted for more counts of heresy than most Chaos Marines.

After smashing a Preacher's nose during a "friendly" discussion in the Evadian Arms, Valkys was eventually arrested, and removed to the Gaian Gate, Evadia's only starport. Needless to say, he escaped (with the help of some more locals), and was slipped aboard a Rogue Trader vessel. His current whereabouts are unknown, but several officials, willing to overlook his past record, have been known to hire him.

Valkys is an excellent swordsman, having battled Feral Orks on his homeworld of Evadia since he was 10. He dislikes ranged weapons, but carries a Stubgun (equivalent of a modern pistol) just in case. He also carries a very battered shield, bearing his family heraldry.

Valkys is fond of drink, song, steel and swearing. Open minded about everything (except religion), Valkys is easy to get along with... providing you keep the drink flowing!

Valkys follows the (outlawed) Cult of Alyx (Al-yix), a Cult that is adhered to all over Evadia despite best efforts to "Re-educate" the masses. Many Commissars, Preachers, Confessors and Missionaries have had "accidents" on Evadia, or disappeared entirely. Clearly, these people are very fond of their religion... however, they hate Chaos with a fury mathed only by the Astartes, so are (generally) tolerated.

[Tyross (FT)]

Good history and character, but is he going to be an opponent or ally to the Inquisitor(s).

[Wargamer]

Well he can't side with Chaos, but otherwise he could be either...

it depends on how Puritan or Radical the Inquisitor is. He is more likely to side with a Radical than a Puritan.

[Tyross (FT)]

Definatally radical! After all he's gotta go around with my two characters (i'm not saying anything else until their finished except maybe this: they go together, without one, the other would run riot lmao!).

[RJay]

Definatally radical! After all he's gotta go around with my two characters (i'm not saying anything else until their finished except maybe this: they go together, without one, the other would run riot lmao!).

o dear.... thats not funny...

[Tyross (FT)]

Just finished it, I still need someone to establish the main Inquisitor's character and I can then work upon how they join the Inquisitor's band.


The street was cold and wet. A stiff breeze blew down the deserted and dark ally way.

Two men stood in the ally, motionless. One, a fat balding man, the other robed in a dark robe trimmed in light grey. All emblems had been removed or carefully hidden from casual eyes, hiding the stranger’s true power.  “Do you have the cargo?” enquired Horst. The shifty eyes of the merchant glanced around busily, scanning for anyone in earshot. There was no one. “Come with me” ushered the merchant, leading him back into a long burned out shop. Pressing lightly upon a secret trigger, the Merchant gave the stranger the signal to go down the newly revealed stairway.

As they proceeded down, the screams of something in the dark echoed down the empty corridors. The stranger was amazed that such secret passages had been hidden without anyone secretly discovering them. As they turned a corner, a caged creature greeted them.

Looking down upon the creature, it was apparent that it had been captured from a previous battle, it’s sinuous form beguiling hidden strength. Drawing his cloak back to reveal a light grey uniform, the stranger bent down to examine the creature more closely. “It looks in fine condition, you’ll get your full payment tomorrow morning” issued the stranger, as his left hand brought out a device from a concealed pocket.

As the merchant activated a tiny control panel on the cage, a powerful field activated around the creature immobilising it instantly.  The stranger reached into the cage with the device, and despite the creature struggling to break free of the field, the stranger continued. Within seconds, the device had been installed and had secured itself to the creature’s brain waves.  “The synapse link has been established” deemed the stranger, a smile breaking across his face.

“You may remove the cage now” ordered the stranger. Looking across to the merchant, the stranger could sense his hesitation. ‘Or I will kill you in the most hideous of ways’ rang through the merchants mind. Tapping a few buttons, the merchant leapt clear of the door. The creature did not bolt for freedom, but rather remained stationery. “Come” spoke the stranger. Slowly, the creature moved out of the cage.

The smile upon the stranger’s face widened as he realised the full extent of his new purchase. He had the complete control of a Tyranid Hormagaunt…

[Freddie Hope]

Ok, my idea for a dude is like an Ork mercenery (not Gorg, the warboss), this guy is a Mekboy by the name of Wuzgug, who id paid in exshperimental equipment.

ok...idea....

The ring of hammer on metal rang throughout the engineeing bay of the ship. Once again Techpreist Archanius completed the ritual that would send a holo message to the ships deck.

His screen showed a picture of the ships captain, who looked less then happy at being disturbed again. "What is it Preist?" requested the Captain. "If this is another complaint about the Xenos..."

"I am afraid it is"

The Captain sighed. "In which case, this is a case for the Inquisitor" he said, and flipped the switch that transferred communications from the Deck to the Inquistors private quarters.

The image was fuzzy for a couple of seconds, then the Machine Spirits managed to remove the gremlins of confusion.

The Inquisitors features were obscured by a hood, so that all that could be seen was an occasional glint of metal, that could be jewelery,, could be bionics or could be a face mask.

Even over the kilometres of ship that separated  Archanius' mechanical bay from the Inquisitors quarters, the sense of power and raw menace the Inquistor exuded was in no way diminished.

"What is it Archanius?" came the high pitched whine of the Inquisitor, in a tone that showed he had no more patience then the Captain had had.

Archanius licked his lips nervously. "I-it's the Xenos milord" he stuttered. "I-I-I would like to have my application for his extermination reaccessed"

He licked his lips again, awaiting the Inquisitors response.  this was not long in coming.

"I am begining to tire of telling you".

"The Xenos, though scum, serves a purpose. H is here because i deem it useful for him to be here. I you have any complaints, please do not hesitate to tell me."

The Inquisitor cut the link, leaving Archanius with the useful feeling of frustrated anger he had when he was snbbed by superiors who had no idea what they were doing.   

Looking across, he saw the Xenos creature, what was his name, Wuzgug, hammering a piece of metal on to the oddly shaped....contrivence was probably the best word for it....that he  had been slapping together over the past couple of hours. 'Slapping'  being the operative word. No rituals dedicating the device to the maachine god!!! Archanius was sickened by the thought.

"Izt dun" rumbled the Ork, in his deep gravelly voice.

"Oh really?" sneered Archanius. "And precisely, what is 'It', pray?".

The Ork beamed at him. "Izza marvul of tek-nolly-gee" he said. 

"And what does it do?" asked Archanius, as one would question a child.

"It does dis" said Wuzgug, activating the device.

Nothing happened for a moment. Archanius was on the verge of making a scathing remark,when a beam of light shot out from the device and encased him, and lifted him clean off his feet.

"Put me down at once!!!" he screamed. "What purpose does this serve??"

Wuzgug gave a wide grin. "Is useful for liftin' stuff aroun'." he said. "Like dis" he added, and moved Archanius across to his workbench. At least, that was the plan. Halfway through the field cut out, dropping Archanius the 7 feet to the floor.

Wuzgug sighed, and pulled out a screw driver, and started leavering the device apart. Archanius stood up, brushed himself off indignantly and wandered across to the ships com unit. He'd get that Xenos killed if it was the last thing he did.....

[Rezzy]

I feel for you mate, I hate it when that happens it pisses me off so much.

[Tyross (FT)]

So far we have

Wuzgug, Ork Mekboy merc (KJ's character)
Valky, another merc (Wargamers character)
Horst, human psyker and his pet, Slasher (my characters)
and an unnamed Radical Inquisitor. 4 members (actually 5 if you count a Hormagaunt called Slasher as a party member)

[wulf_of_spyre]

Hmmm, Wargamer already took the basic character idea I had in mind, I was wondering if i could still use the character I was thinking of, he's not a heretic, criminal, or mercenary like that Valkys guy, but he's a bit of a drunkard, and opposite to Wargamers character, he's an excellent marksman. He has also been put on trial for a few small crimes, though he has never been given jail-time, for he always makes up some excuse.
I was just wondering if I could still use this character, despite a few similarities to Wargamers. If so, I'll make a more detailed description of him, if not, I'll try and think up a different character, and just a warning, i'm gonna be away for the weekend.

[Tyross (FT)]

Sounds like an excellent idea (perhaps you and Wargamer's characters could have little rivalries of their own if you get my drift....)

Mind you it would be funny to read!

[Wargamer]

Hmm... a nice character, I like him.

Anyway, I suppose I should write something...

*  *  *

Brawls like this appear everywhere. From the deepest, darkest Hive-Spire bars to the upper class drink-houses. The brawl was sacred, unavoidable, and inevitable.

This one was pure, claustrophobic carnage.

Valkys spotted Klars across the room, and charged. The man had a bounty on his head, more than enough to keep Valkys living well for a month. He slid across a beer-slick table, leapt, double-footed some juve with a flick-knife and cannoned onwards. Klars turned, drawing his rapier.
Valkys drew his own blade. It was a t'auk'cka sword. Five an a half feet of polished Evadian steel. It was the sort of blade more commonly used by Space Marines. By rights, a weapon like that should be useless in the close-confines of the bar, but Valkys had fought in bars for twenty years, and used the sword for longer. He knew how to do it.
The blade smashed through Klars' helmet like paper. The return swing smashed the pommel into the jaw of his lacky. A second goon made the mistake of going for his gun, and was skewered before he could aim.

Valkys severed Klars' head, and left. He'd get good money for this day's work...

[wulf_of_spyre]

Baron Keth is not a man to be trifled with, one of the Emperors finest.
At least that’s what he will tell you if you happen to come across him, in some grimy bar, located in one of the far corners of the Imperium. He is in truth an excellent marksman, preferring to be high and dry, rather than amidst the fray of battle.
He will also tell you, that the drunker he is, the better he gets at shooting things, there is no evidence that this is either true, or merely the ramblings of a drunken man.
Keth has been on trial several times, though he’s has always managed to escape serving any jail-time. No one is entirely sure exactly how he manages this, though there are many rumors that have spread between his colleagues.
Once, Keth was put on trial for the strange death of a Space Marine. This Space Marine had been a Space Wolf to be precise, who are known for brewing some beers that are so powerful they would kill an ordinary man.
According to Keth, him and the Space Wolf had been sharing a few drinks, when Keth convinced the marine to try some of his own home-brewed beer. The marine downed a whole barrel of it, and almost immediately passed out, he was hospitalized, and died soon after.
When asked how a barrel of home-made beer had killed the Space Wolf, considering their certain affinity to the liquid, Keth merely responded: “I forgot to tell him only to take it in small doses.”
Baron Keth is currently a soldier in the 2nd Antorian Legion, more commonly known on Keth’s home planet of Antoria as the Daredevils Legion, or, as the legion preferred to call themselves, the Lucky Ba**ards.

[Hunter]

Hmm, sounds like I've put mine in the wrong place.
Deal me out for this one, I'll post the end product of mine here though.