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Mathias Bigsby. Stand off at the Glen...resolved? Bigs, seeing the odds shift even further from his side of the proverbial table, sighed. Holding up a hand in the dim light, he gently let the hammer back down to half cock, rendering the rifle safe before gently slinging it over his shoulder...

Silia Camoran (Cah-mor-in) (images preferred, word descriptions allowed) Theme: (optional. you can post a link to character theme music) Rp'er Name: LocalFloridaman Post Frequency: TBD Discord Name: LocalFloridaman Current RP: None, New Character Goals: TBD Equipped Titles: Humanoid, Bosmeri...

The Stand off at the Glen. Bigs kept the rifle aloft, evaluating his choices. He had one shot ready to go in the Springfield, 8 in his .45 and good confidence he could out draw anyone of the gathered new comers, except maybe the strange anthropomorphic cat child thing. For a brief moment he...

The Glen. Interaction: @Maverick Six (Vince) The approach of another wasn't lost on Mathias, the crack of a rifle should would have drawn anyone in a mile to come search for its source. In a series of split second decisions he acted. Using his boot to cover his tracks the best he could and...

Some where... Mathias "Bigs" Bigsby. He felt strange. The Rush of wind, the coldness of what he assumed to be death, the distant yet booming voice of a man who he did not recognized yet deep down, knew far well then he ever did before....Where was he? Dead? Was this Hel? Was this the door step...

Mathias “Bigs” Bigsby Rp'er Name: LocalFloridaman Post Frequency: 3-5 times a week. Discord Name: LocalFloridaman Current RP: None - Character is Brand New Goals: Survival. Everything else can wait. Equipped Titles: Human Acquired Titles: Human Class: N/A Perks: N/A Downtime: N/A...

Parsarius system Nadir Battle Barge "Decimus Veritas" Reality broke as the Battle barge exited Warp. She was new, almost brand new, purposely laid down some decades prior and built for the un numbered legions for their use. The Decimus Veritas was joined in quick order by a squadron of Strike...

Personal quarters of the Calisto class gun cutter Stardancer Low Terran orbit Lucretcia Dunn was...worried. On one hand, she had been excelling in her training. On the other hand, she had still been pondering the nature of her meeting with the Lord Primarch. He she had never seen a being shine...

"You will have none from me. Upon the pain of my end, either by your hands or my own." He spoke softly, the normal mirth and jovial nature gone. This was simply...him. "I have done my reading on your Crusade Indomitus. Good work, hard victories, I get the distinct sense we needed them." Clause...

Clause stood outside the door leading to his brother's study. Thinking. Worrying. Would he be welcomed with open arms? Be chastised for his untimely exit from the...betrayal? With a curt nod he dismissed Castor and Pollux for the time since arriving, and with out protest the two black clad...

Clause winced at the words as the unbridled psychic might of the master of man kind assailed his mind with the force of a storm of biblical force. LOST. FOUND. BETRAYER. REDEEMED. BURNED. RISEN. NUMBER TWELVE. MURDERER. AVENGER. ELEVEN AND TWELVE OF EIGHTEEN. VICTORY. The words buffeted and...

He stood. Silent. Unmoving. A look of grim, utter determination on his face. He could feel the power in the air. Then he took a step. Then another, and yet more. The soft metallic thumping of his armor, still tattered and barely working, as he approached the throne. He paid the Custodes no...

The other fronts. Lord Dunn was getting old. With a flash, his force sword was drawn in a arch, cutting down the heretic trooper that had charged him with his bayonet, his rifle having done nothing to his powered armor with his stubb rifle. As the man fell dead, nearly cut from groin to neck...

Clause awoke. Groaning, he stumbled, struggling against the rubble as he attempted to pick him self up. Everything hurt, his back was in tatters, blood and suit fluids leaking, his sword was...some where off to the side. He rose to his feet, only for a leg to give out and he dropped to a knee...

Clause flew back, rolling to his knees. For a moment his mind ran wild with emotions, thoughts. Strings of logic battled the malignant taint of the warp emanations of the blood god that set them selves upon his mind. Blinking the blood out of his eyes and wincing at the pain as his own warp...

Getting picked up and thrown with surprising ease was...disconcerting. Yet as he was held before the reptilian visage of his brother he spoke, spitting the words at his brother-primarch with no veil of kindness covering the venom in them. "Not long enough." Yet just as he was to pull the...

The Defense was going...sub par, but not beyond expectations. The arrival of traitor astartes backed up by several daemons too, signaled the expected method of attack of the Adherents of the Blood god. The Five dreadnoughts made their slow, bloody assault with frenzied ease, stomping through...

As the Dominator neared, their response could be heard. First, the white flashing beams of defense lasers, though only a handful of the larger batteries would be able to muster the power to answer from their vantage points along the ring of the city. Deep below the city, tech priests and...

Clause stood amid the command bunker, flanked on either side by the Custodes. For a moment all was quiet. For the transhumans the weight of the words spoken were nothing of news, they knew of the lost 9, and their legions. Yet for the mortals... The Primarch broke the silence, loudly. "Muster...

Clause felt them land before he ever saw them. Custodes, his father's own. He furrowed his brow in some display of either dismay or annoyance, non could figure. Castor and Pollux fallowed their gene Father as he made headway through the battle lines as combat wound down and found them at...