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GOP Good Ole Pricks

The first two bolts detonated against the Rosarius harmlessly but the third slams into the Aquila on his chest, sending a few fragments of Imperial Eagle spinning into the air. Ruva gave a wolfish grin. His force field had failed. The lightless Warp Fire that wreathed her flared hot singing along her nerve endings and into her brain stem. The Armour of Agony would help protect her - a little - but she would never notice when it didn't. The Sorceress had meant just to sear her enemies to tortured ash but had created something else as well. Like all things connected to the Ruinous Powers the trick would be not to be overcome by it. The Night Lord leapt forward lashing out with the Force Sword. The Chaplain parried the thrust with his Crozius Arcanum. But the malevolent aether flayed his nerves, leaving him slow to counter attack. Ruva stepped forward into his second of hesitation, driving her armoured shoulder into his helmet. Again the wave of agony enveloped them both. The impact forced the Chaplain back a step, "Abomination!" he roared in both righteous judgement and pained anger. The space allowed Ruva to set for her next attack. She feinted the same thrust and slashed at his arm as he brought his Crozius across to parry. The ploy worked and Ruva's Force Sword carved through his armour and into his bicep. This time he was prepared for the wave of pain and his faith armoured him against its effects. The Crozius swung back, aimed for Ruva's bare head. The Sorceress ducked enough to catch the blow on her pauldron. The impact rocked her sideways but if there was any injury or damage, Ruva couldn't feel it through the personal hell she'd called down on herself. Her eyes flared wide as she wrapped her arms around the Chaplain, bathing him in the unholy flames.

I'd rather run 7th Sea but there's a ton of stuff I'll have to end. But I can get you a Sororitas style character there pretty easily.

There's no one I can think of that the Sisters would ally with besides the Inquisition and a few purer SM Chapters

But an Adepta Sororita, no matter what, would attack us. They're straighter edge than the Grey Knights. Problem with 40K is there is no middle ground. The Imperium are absolutists. What's not them is their enemy. Although recent editions are softening that a bit, the Sisters just ain't going to cohabitate with Chaos

"Hadrius, Urial - go with Sanakht." She ordered and gave Urial a look. He was not fully hers yet, but there was a way to reinforce it. Maybe "Look, Urial - the doubted you so much they sent spies to check up on you. They have always wanted you to fail, show them how wrong they were!"

Ruva pushed a thought to Sanakht + Find their commander. Deal with him. I will handle this fool. + She screamed and moaned at the same time as the Warp fire continued to shred her nerves, her eyes focused on the Chaplain with vicious intensity. The fire leapt along the blade of her Force Sword, adding it's malevolent power to her own. "Suffering and ecstasy await my love." Growled the sorceress in an unintentionally sultry voice as she advanced, the point of her Force Sword waving like a threatening cobra. The maddening effect of her furious psychic assault was screaming in her brain as well and part of her knew she'd have to attend to it at some point, but now there were enemies to torment and things to feel.

Ruva threw her head back, cackling like a woman possessed her dark hair dancing about her almond shaped face as her nerves seared in the black, lightless Warp fire. "You have done your job already, Chaplain!" She called, her voice cracking as waves of pain shook her. "They are already dead, you do not have to convince them to die!" Her psychic bolts would not be as devastating against the Chaplain as a Librarian, but they were the first ones in the magazine and might finish his Rosarius. Ruva fired rapidly, her aim true across the short distance between them.

Ruva roared in anger as she tumble to the ground. +There are more!+ the sorceress screamed mentally into the psychic link. She clawed the helmet from her head as she stood up. Her Legionnaire anatomy blocked the worst of the pain in her hip despite the chunks of ceramite lodged in her flesh. +Patricia @JennyDK, get those Bolter turrets active and on their reinforcements!+ she commander through @Solomon Sanakht's sorcery. Her grip tightened on her Force Sword as she opened her mind wide to the warp. Anger roared through her veins like Promethium, building a firestorm of retribution. She summoned pain. She opened the rift to the Warp above the enemy's formation and lightless purple fire washed over them. The unholy flames billowed and roiled out of control, boiling over Urial, Hadrius and Ruva herself. Her skin boiled and bones shattered all at once, blinding her and deafening her to the screams around her. The Lord of Excess had found her as well and a skull like grin could be seen splitting her face as she let the suffering wash over her. "There Hadrius!" The sorceress shrieked through the agony that racked the whole of her awareness. "Khorne cannot give you that!" She strode forward, aware of every nerve in a way she had never been, her whole body wreathed in warp fire, Force Sword at the ready. She drew her Bolt Pistol. The time of reckoning was upon them.

Ruva took Urial's gauntlet in hers, smiling inside her helmet. 'It would be so much harder if their corpse hadn't been such a bastard that they were all terrified of what he'd made them.' She did not let down her guard as she turned back to the pitched battle the Blood Angels were rapidly losing. "For now Urial, find the gifts of your Ascension. The is the hard work of liberty to do."

'See how he doubts. There is only a cell among the Lost for him.' 'It is a miracle he passed his initiation.' Ruva was patient. The universe thought the Night Lords were gruesome, sadistic monsters and they had never done anything to dispel that, but the truth was they were pragmatists - every bit as capable of Alpha Legion's subtlety. Terror was one weapon, patience could be used to enhance it while the enemy's mind did the work for them. Doubt and manipulation were weapons too. And patience was just as valuable. "In time," she added through the Vox Caster, "Madness awaits as the Rage and Thirst will consume you. They will punish you for your gifts, shame you for your strength. I will embrace it. I remain, where even Sanguinius does not - where is his hand of comfort? His forgiveness? But you do not need forgiveness, do you? You are as they made you, We know, Urial." She holstered the pistol in her left hand, but quietly prepared to parry should his foolish dedication overcome his wounded pride, and held out her open gauntleted hand to him. She desperately wanted him to take it, if for no other reason than to see his face when he realized she was the worst aberration - a woman.

Ruva grinned wickedly inside her helmet as the bolts screeched past to detonate in the jungle behind her. She'd begun to focus her will in her Force sword to carve the loyalist fool down when an alternative occurred to her. She began to wriggle softly into his mind and found what she was looking for easily. It was right there in the surface of his thoughts - the anger at being stationed here, passed over for promotions despite the sacrifices that left him scarred and broken amid the beauty and the growing Red Thirst. It took only the barest whisper to call for the voices and massage the doubts. She heard Sanakht in her mind, + I suspect he may join us. + she replied. + See the Heretek, Patrica, to the entrance and get the door open. I will negotiate with our friend, here. + She dropped the point of her Force Sword to a low ready that looked less threatening and said aloud through her VoxCaster, "I have piled bodies since Sanguinius and Curze killed in the name of the corpse. You need not be among them. Freedom and the reward of your own merit await. This cause is already lost." she said, flicking the point of the glowing blade toward the outpost. "There will be no car collected, no honor earned, no name recorded in far off Baal. There is oblivion or freedom. Choose." She raised the tip of her blade slightly as she whispered doubts to tamp rage down to gnawing resentment. ' Look at him' Came the memory- whether his or hers lost in the sidelong glances of the new initiates who saw only service studs but no badge or rank or honor.

Ruva grabbed the Heretek by the arm are moved her to just behind her on the left, "For now, stay there - we may need you much sooner than you think - I'd rather not waste time breaking through the door." She looked at the woman briefly, "Do not get shot if you can avoid it. Leave that to the Legionnaires." The Night Lords Librarian surged forward, a hissing, foul wind blowing so cold and dry before her that water vapor condensed out of the moist jungle air. When she was in range the sorceress focused her mind and unleashed the torture of a Foul Cage on one of the gun crews. The Aether opened up a hudred tiny portals from which sprung chains, hook and barbs that entangled the mortal gun crew. They began to scream as the warp spawned trap held the fast and began to rend their flesh. One veteran sergeant managed to escape the flailing hell and managed to fire a poorly armed burst of bolter fire that sent gouts of detonated earth spraying into the air only feet from the sorceress. Ruva, a veteran of more combat than the entire outpost combined had seen, marched confidently forward, "And now the screaming starts." She said with terrifying glee, the boots of her power armour making wet noises in the soft jungle earth as she advanced.

Ruva had begun her life as a Legionnaire aboard Drop Pods and Stormbirds that assaulted the worlds to be brought into compliance by the Night Lords. She had always thrilled at the bone crushing violence and screaming roar of the break-neck descent through the atmosphere and this trip was no different. She had strapped into the Misericorde restraints at the assault door and watched the count down to impact on the pilot servitor's data slate. She braced for impact when she felt the pods braking jets fire although it made no difference the impact dampeners would allow them all to survive virtually any impact that didn't destroy the Pod itself. The Drop Pod still slammed into the jungle floor at near terminal velocity and the assault ramp slammed open as the restraints released and Ruva stepped forward. The trajectory had been true and the data good - less than a hundred meters away the walls of Blood Angels' outpost could be seen rising among the verdant green foliage. The drop pod had thrown up a rim of the soft, dark loam of the forest floor around the steaming crater its impact had caused. Ruva scrambled up the crater wall and peered over the rim before she burst down its exterior face, Force Sword drawn in one hand and Bolt Pistol in the other.

The cynical old man in me has this to say, "Best to stop talking about it before it becomes an argument about the old argument." Recursion isn't always amusing.

@JennyDK we are getting ready to launch an assault shuttle called a drop pod on a Blood Angels' supply depot. Ruva asked Patricia to accompany the Legionnaires on the raid. I'm trying to make sure I don't leave anyone behind who wanted to go. If Patricia is coming, have her get on the Drop Pod and buckle up. We're gonna go kill some pretty boys.

Is everybody in this drop pod who's getting in?

As the guy who got quoted - I'm going to say I think @Temaelrin has a point. The bulk of that was pretty deeply buried, if, however, you somehow stumbled on it and were grossed out, I do apologize. Especially since it was not the first time.

Ruva nodded as the Dark Angel readied his bike on the Drop Pod. "I know you not, Angel of Death." she offered the First Legion biker. "There is only @Dozle The Crusader Rage who will accompany us. What Terminators beyond him are available will remain here." The Night Lord Librarian raised her hand and waved the host into the Drop Pod. "Let them taste fear and suffering." She pointed to the new Heretek, "You, Heretek @JennyDK, accompany us should there be technology to recover." She pushed Hadrius toward the Drop Pod, "Bolter. I command it. Even Rage uses his Reaper Cannon and Flamer." She crossed to the other Librarian, "@Solomon Sanakht, I may yet need to learn the Rubric. Hadrius is clearly already lost to the workings of The Lord of Change..."

Red groper

Ruva nodded curtly to the Night Lord Captain. "I will go don my armour." She replied to accept command and turned to exit the bridge. On the way to her quarters - the elaborate suite that had once belonged to the mortal captain of the crew. She'd tried to claim the Libraium and the Chief Librarian's quarters but the Alpha Legionnaire, Kel'Kane occupied that space. On the way she called ahead for serfs and low ranking techs to begin preparing her amour. In a quarter of an hour she was fully armed and armoured, her blue-black Mk. IV power armour that still had her crusade era lightning generator installed and striding through the ancient passageways and hatchways of Nightbourne Conqueror. She reached the Drop Pod bay without thought, On her way she had cursed the first three of her bolt pistol's bolts to tear at the mind of anyone shot with them. It would be effective against any Astartes but especially so against psykers. She found her minion, Hadrius standing in his piecemeal suit of power armour, chainsword in hand. She clapped him on the shoulder. "Pick up a bolter from one of the loyalist fools, would you?" "Why?" He asked simply and the Night Lord shook her helmeted head. "You are Khorne's already, aren't you?" Had his head been bare and the voxcaster of his banged up old Mk II helmet better, the genuine confusion would have been clearer, as it was he simply sounded stupid, "What?" The mission commander ignored him and looked around herself at the gathered new members of the warband. "Here is where you prove your worth. Not to me, but to Kantos, Captain of the Viiith and commander of this ship. Our enemies are few. Hit them hard and kill them, but do NOT destroy the depot or the supplies. Who is with us!?" She asked, gauging the strength of her force.

"They have, but have yours, old dog of war?" Ruva asked without rancor. He had been a powerful warrior when Horus was slain but time had, apparently, frozen for him. "I have a single young Astartes, come to freedom less than a decade ago. He is eager and savage - often too eager. I sense the reek of the Blood God on him, but until I throws him self on the Throne of Skulls he will slay our enemies." She omitted the existence of the caged Space Wolf, as he was, for now, unsuited for combat on their side. But the time would come... At the moment she approached the hololith, and examined the options. "the defenses at the Blood Angels outpost seem fairly light. Let us start there and secure serfs, and slave infantry. We'll use those gain to secure the Titans - or at least a portion of them. I believe I saw a Heretek who looked to have some promise when I boarded. She may be able to turn the Titans to our cause if we can secure the forges. I also heard there may be a Son of Magus who came aboard. Rumor has it he may be my most recent mentor - although that may have some complicating factors where I am concerned." She adjusted the tactical display and indicated the points of insertion that looked most vulnerable to her. She turned to Morr and Kantos - both of whom had spent more time planning strategy than she had. As a Librarian gathering intel for the strategic planners and supporting the plans and Legionnaires assigned to carry them out had been her primary duties during the Great Crusade and inevitable war of freedom that followed. In the aeons since, she had expanded her arcane powers far more than her tactical acumen. "These seem like the points to initiate our assault to overcome their resistance quickly, then we can secure the rest of the facilities with a minimum of force at our leisure. Morr, Kantos, Kel'Kane what say you?"

Absolutely, and, ever the pragmatists, the VIII are always looking for weapons - fear is just one of many. Ruva will acquire every scrap of arcane knowledge she can.

I expect to be working on him for decades. Mercifully we have as long as it takes. @Eros Angel if the population of Thousand Sons sorcerers is getting high I can switch Ruva to Slaanesh easily. It was my original thought but Tome of Excess doesn't have any interesting psychics so I went with the Thousand Sons. I do like having a tie to @Solomon though, so I'd still be willing to have recently been a student of his. Although your mortal servants deserved to be executed - how was I supposed to know you were saving them for a sacrifice?

Just so long as you don't break him. He's eventually going to be my attack dog - think Jet Li in Unleashed. Just naked, with a Lightning Claw and a Power Fist.