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nicotinemaiden · 10 months ago

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To become another's poison;

Pairing: Marazhai Aezyrraesh x F!Rogue Trader (Lavhinia)

Rating: E (Smut)

Tags: Jealousy, Dagger Play, Blood and Torture, Vaginal Fingering, PiV, Anal

Word count: 3,887

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Summary:

Marazhai Aezyrraesh doesn't like when others touch his things. He doesn't even like when others look at his things. The problem, however, comes when he hadn't yet made clear to the Rogue Trader that she was his. That he knew, despite her confident attitude, that she was desperate for him to claim her. After a mission where the male mon-keigh she insisted on keeping around kept looking at her with longing, the Druhkari decided it was time to make her wishes true, to strip her of anything but him.

“Rogue Trader.”

The inhuman's cold, husky voice replaced the silence the automatic door into Lavhinia’s chambers had left upon closure, just before her pale eyes found the angry, hungry ones before her.

“Marazhai. I would ask what are you doing here, invading my privacy, but I doubt it would get me any answers.”

The Druhkari, having tried to quell his thirst with the unwilling help of the prey on the lower decks and finding them all wanting and unsatisfying for his needs, was mostly covered in blood, his weapons sheathed for the moment.

He looked at her in search of answers, an unwavering and challenging smile on his expression. He had seen things, both on the battlefield against her and afterwards, once they had… joined forces.

From the beginning, from the first time he saw her, he could smell it. Feel it burning in her gaze. The stolen glances they exchanged when no one else was looking filled him with the want to test her, to learn the limits of her pain and the reach of her pleasure.

She was curious. Willing. Obedient. She could command a whole section of the galaxy with one word but she begged him to show her his ways with one gaze. And it had been a long time since he last had a pet of his own, even longer since one who showed so much promise.

How he wanted to see her on her knees for him. To see her bleeding and broken, her screams providing the music to this boringly quiet place. Her usually calm voice moaning his name.

How he wanted to claim her.

To submit her to such a wondrous and exquisite torture that she would beg for more the moment is over.

He almost couldn't stop himself from starting that instant, the slicky texture of his prey staining his skin, the delicious smell of it clouding his senses in a blanket of rapture —

Marazhai had no reason to stay his hand when it clawed her neck and brought her closer to him, his shadow darkening the blue of the gaze that challenged him.

“Usually when someone looks at me like that I either take their heads as a prize or claim their bodies for my personal fun.”

The real reason he had traveled the entirety of the ship from the lower decks to her chambers was simple and extremely complicated at the same time. Simple because it could be explained by just one word: lust. He didn’t need further explanation and no one would ask it from him.

Yet he hadn’t expected to feel such kind of attraction towards a mon-keigh's suffering… nor towards her groans and screams and the odor of her enticement. It was distracting, even in battle.

“Is that a threat, xenos, or a promise?”

Interest flickered across her eyes. An honest question.

With his free hand he unsheathed the dagger from its place at his hip and slashed the side of her face superficially, enough to draw blood without leaving a scar, even with a weak body like hers. Her pained hiss was sweet and dragged long, an intake of air following it, her tongue licking the blood that reached her lips. He looked, mesmerized, and mimicked her by running his own tongue through her wound and following the trail of blood right onto her lips.

The moment his mouth was upon hers, his mind overwhelmed by the rush not only of her reaction but of his previous massacre which she had allowed without a reason more than to cater to his wishes, he lost the rest of his carefully learnt control.

Lavhinia clawed at his armor as if to ask him to get closer, the tip of her fingers missing their grab at first until he conceded, pushing her against her desk unceremoniously, ignoring every unlucky object in their path.

She landed hard against the metal of the table, catching herself with her hands upon it, looking at him breathless and disheveled. Pretty, but not nearly enough.

The Druhkari launched himself after her, standing between her legs, his dagger taunting to break the cloth above her neck. His free hand gripped her thigh to the table, the metal of his glove piercing her trousers.

“Will you be my pet, little mon-k- Lavhinia? Will you allow yourself to learn what your kind refuses and considers sinful? Will you allow me to show you the different flavours of pleasure only I can offer?”

The blade started slicing her shirt, deeper than she had expected, slicing her flesh just as easily. Breathing heavily and containing a surprised cry of pain she looked at the deep green pools of darkness in front of her and found desperate desire, an untamed craving of which she had seen signs before, even while they were enemies. And she just wanted to surrender to it, because she knew hers was looking back just the same.

Her chest exposed, her shirt torn from the side and easily removed afterward, the bright red of her blood making a fine decoration on her pale skin, she moved her mouth to pronounce her choice, her lips already pursuing the opposite ones to continue the game.

“Lord Captain. Esteemed member of the Inquisition and beloved affiliate of your retinue, Heinrix Van Calox, is currently asking to speak with you.”

She was distracted by the communication transmitted directly into her walls, looking up to the direction of the cold, almost robotic voice, and Marazhai took the opportunity to bite down her neck hard, making her cry and shudder. He left the dagger on the table and moved his metal covered fingers to her nipple, pinching it, pulling it. The Rogue Trader looked away, almost ashamed, her attitude dubious.

“Lord Captain? Should I send him your way?”

They looked at each other, the image of her grinding his middle as best she could without getting closer enough, bleeding for him, burned into his brain.

He knew the reason behind her doubts, he had seen the interactions between her and the male mon-keigh that always followed her around. He had seen others of their kind struck with the same illness as the male seemed to have fallen with, a useless, meaningless concept they called ‘love’. Or, if he was mistaken, it was surely something similar.

It made the mon-keigh feel entitled to things that weren't his. It made him feel… important, when he was little more than a fly, annoying and hardheaded, his head filled with ideas that shouldn't come to be. That wouldn't.

Because she will be his.

She will be his little pet, his good, submissive girl.

He'd even mark her, if she was good enough, if she endured his games.

And he wouldn't allow anyone else to touch what was his.

“Well? Aren't you going to answer? My patience is running low.”

The tip of his fingers invaded her inner thigh, tearing the cloth covering it easier than they would paper, and teased at the side of her cunt, not fully touching it. After a moment of shortcoming breath, she found her voice.

“Excuse me, Vox Master Vigdis, I'm extremely busy. Please tell Mr. Van C-”

The connection was interrupted, leaving a strange static for a couple of seconds before a new voice invaded the channel. He was growing tired of these pointless interruptions.

“Lavhinia, pardon my bluntness but I need to see you as soon as possible. Would you mind sparing a moment of your time… or, if you are so inclined, perhaps a bit longer?”

The implication was clear as day for anyone listening to the communication, which Lavhinia assumed was only the three of them thanks to the care her subordinates took with the privacy of their conversations. Still, three was still one too many and the Druhkari was gripping her tighter by the second, the hand that had been playing with her breasts now still, his nails digging her flesh.

His expression was unreadable, his mind focused on the punishment he would inflict upon her for making him wait, his hand moving to get back his dagger and use it on her belt. Her trousers, unmade by the tear of the metal nails on his gloves, gave up easily. He would lose his time no longer — he was drunk on the sensations and smell of her pain, just like he had been while he tortured her back in Commorragh, fighting with himself and his needs as his own torture in response.

It had been so sweet.

It was sweeter now that he knew how she tasted.

“I'm sorry Heinrix, I’ll call for you later.”

He gripped her waist and moved his glove right to her cunt, placing special care in how to circle her clit precisely, the tip of the metal grinding against the soft, wet flesh of her inner lips. The connection broke, making a series of controlled noises, just before she moaned for him, loud and unexpected.

The Rogue Trader skillfully found the bindings of his upper armor and undid them, pulling from the thing as if willing it to come off on its own since she had not the concentration required for it. With the smirk of a winner — of someone that hadn't doubted he would come on top, of someone capable of laying claim on something with a gaze — he moved his hand to her chin and made her look at him.

“You haven't answered my question.”

Startled by the sudden memory and proximity she shuddered, nodding without saying a word, waiting for him to crash his mouth with hers just like he had done before. He didn’t move, his expression unchanged, waiting.

Waiting for her to say it out loud.

“I'd be anything you want me to be.”

Grabbing her neck he positioned his covered fingers at the entrance of her pussy, her leg using the table as support while the other rested, her hole opened for him.

“You're going to be such a good girl.”

She moaned against his tongue after he started kissing her, three of his fingers sliding inside of her without effort, scrathing her insides in the most wonderful torture she could ever had imagined. His fingers moved with precision, applying pressure in her best spot, making her body grind against them fervently, the pain another layer to her pleasure.

He moved down to bite and lick her nipples, his unused hand helping him by playing with the one his mouth left free, and she felt herself pushed into oblivion.

But right before she could reach it he stopped, removing his fingers from inside her and bringing them to his mouth, licking the metal. She looked with interest and desperation, the edge of her climax interrupted, biting her lower lip with want.

Marazhai moved his fingers to her mouth and waited for her to comply without him having to voice it. After a brief look she opened her mouth, willing, and he put his fingers inside, making her lick them, pushing them so deep she gagged multiple times. He couldn’t wait to see her gag on his cock.

He stopped, wiping the remains of the fluid on her naked chest, and removed his upper armor with ease, the binds already unlocked. Following that, the glint of attraction shining bright in the Rogue Trader’s eyes, he removed his gloves. They were fun, the taste of her tainted with blood from the scratches they created such a delicious game. But he wanted to feel her, to sense the changes in her body as he did with her as he pleased. The contractions and spasms he provoked.

After a moment he removed his boots and trousers, unnecessary things for what he had in mind, and signaled her to move to him, her face admiring his build, his crevices, his multiple scars. She left no corner overlooked, no shadow uninspected, unbothered by the state of her clothes, by the wounds of her body. She approached him once she had had her fill scrutinizing him, his patience only enduring because he wanted to satisfy her curiosity, since she was so willing to follow his instructions.

The Rogue Trader grabbed his cock firmly, no more stranger to the gesture than she could be to holding a weapon in her hand, and traveled its full length excruciatingly slowly, never losing sight of the Druhkari's eyes. He clawed her hair and pushed her down, her knees readily bending to his will, her face looking up shadowed by his presence.She licked her lips in anticipation, positioned her hand better and brought her mouth to his lower head carefully.

He didn’t like to have any kind of care. He pushed her head to him until he could feel in the edge of his cock the start of her throat and pulled her back, repeating the movements and delighting himself with each of her gags. He did it quicker and quicker, ignoring the way her nails dug the skin of his thighs, focusing on the build up of his bliss. Her teeth scratched every now and then and he moaned a guttural sound each time while her tears overflowed and mixed down her lips with her saliva.

Not done with her for the night he pushed her away, making her land hard on the floor, her hair sweaty and tousled, her breath deeply labored. In a way that had never resonated with him before, he could see the beauty in her, in her expression, in the dirtiness remaining now in her, decorating her body with red and glistening. Why would he ever allow anyone else to admire it? Not without him guiding each step, deciding over her pleasure. Only he was allowed to show her everything she had been missing — he would make her addicted to him, unable to find pleasure if it wasn't him giving it.

He would be her poison.

“Now, my new and lovely pet, get yourself up to your desk.”

Her body trembling, she stood up and moved without a complaint, her doubts, if she still had any, completely silent. He followed, precise and agile, his left hand grabbing her wrist and pinning it to the surface under it, forcing her down, his own leg invading the table to chase her.

His dagger glistened at her side, calling to him, and he picked it up with his free hand. Soon the cold blade pressed against Lavhinia’s chin and forced it upwards, his mouth claiming hers with his taste still intact. Another day he would have the time and patience to taste himself from her mouth fully, the white warm liquid an appetizer for the rest of their meal, but he was too… rushing tonight, impatient, as if something could take her away from him and the ravishing bond they had created could break, forbidding him from ever trying again. Knowing their history of finding problems everywhere and beyond, she could be called out at any moment. He couldn’t allow that.

He had already decided he wanted her.

His blade cut near her shoulder first, making her flinch out of reach. Deeper still, it slashed a bit lower the next time, his tongue sequestering hers with a smirk on his lips. Her pain was consuming, his length spasming when its smell reached him, anxious.

And lower still down her arm he kept placing cuts without care of how deep they were, unimportant if they served their purpose, her cries and moans safe within the walls of his throat.

Almost desperate to feel her he nailed his dagger beside her arm, the blade sharp edge facing her skin so that it would keep doing its work even without his handling. Once done, the Druhkari grabbed his erection strongly, positioning himself at the center of her cunt. He bit down her lip hard, pulling it, a playful and curious smile on his face, a deep, dark, uncontrollable desire in his eyes.

And he slid inside, all the way to his end, without a second to accommodate her to him, groaning next to her ear. She tightened further, closing her legs around him, her hands, both finally free, clawing at his back. She sliced her arm with his blade at the movement and flinched, but instead of moving away she simply dug her nails harder into his back. Her reaction was priceless, accepting the wounds, remaining in place, looking at him with confidence.

He would break that confidence step by step, until she was little more than a dirty, bloody mess.

And it started that instant, when he lowered himself from the desk bringing her to the edge with him and pushed her right leg further open, using it and his other hand clawing the table as support for his thrusts. He shoved his cock fully into her and exited her hole just as fully, both of them moaning at the feeling. It hurted her and it only made it more enticing.

He continued, raising his rhythm, biting his lip and admiring her and her cries. Sometimes she would try to close her legs, others she would spread them further. Every now and again his blade sliced near her stomach or her fingers would tangle in it searching for support only to be betrayed by the coldness of it. It was beautiful. He had missed sex like this. He couldn’t believe how long he had gone without it.

Even less could he believe the one who would capture his attention would be a lowly mon-keigh in place of his own kin. Yet the prospect of studying her was too intriguing to pass up.

“Tell me, Rogue Trader, how does it feel to be fucked by the one who tortured you? Tortured your companions? Killed your people?”

She froze for a moment but he continued, enjoying the look in her eyes, the defeat in them, the self-deprecation. He pushed harder, avoiding to leave her now, reaching a point inside her body that made her scream in pleasure. In shame. If he could bottle up a smell to remember when he pleased he would choose the one she emitted now, fighting with herself between her willingness to enjoy everything he offered and the reminder of his deeds, of his sins. He didn't need to wait for her to reveal the winner.

He gripped her hair to make her look at him, her face contorted between agony and ecstasy.

“Your master has given you a question. You will give him an answer.”

She coughed and grinded against him, her arms surrounding his neck, her climax building with her body enveloping his cock.

“It feels good. More than it has any right to.”

“Oh and it will feel even better. For me, it tastes like absolute victory.”

One last push, her head falling back, and she screamed his name between moans while she came undone, the continuous tightening and loosening of her cunt sending waves to his body, almost taking him with her.

But he had other plans, he needed to test her further still — it wouldn’t do if she turned out to be an incomplete pet. A useless pet.

Marazhai turned the human around, gaining a perfect view of her ass, her breasts squishing against the table. He pushed her head down to it too while using her cum to lubricate her back hole with his cock, sliding it up and down and popping its head into her ass, trying to enter. She groaned and moved, not fully resisting but not making things easier for him either.

He lowered his mouth near her ear and whispered his next words.

“I will fuck each of your holes and you will enjoy it, Lavhinia. You are fully mine. You need to understand it.”

She moved further away, her eyes slightly panicked, and only then did he realize the reason why it was being more difficult to penetrate her there. He smirked maliciously, the opportunity too perfect, a gift for him. It was extremely rare for a Druhkari to be a stranger to anal sex, it was in their nature to use everything given to them that could make the reaches of their pleasure greater. He supposed it was not so for mon-keighs. He should have known not to expect better from such lowly creatures.

“Please, Marazhai, I-”

Her voice broke when the head of his cock finally entered her ass, her eyes rolling backwards, her muttering incoherent and breathless.

“That’s not how you’re supposed to address me.”

Slower than he would have liked, the waves of pleasure shaking his body, he thrusted further inside, enacting cries of rapture and torment, the perfect combination. Once he reached as deep as he could he lowered his hand to her cunt and put three of his fingers inside, grabbing her with them and putting pressure in her most erotic spot, fucking her with his fingers more intensely and agile than if it was his dick. After the shock had passed and she was moaning uncontrollably, he started fucking her ass with firm shoves and pullouts.

“Please Master, I can’t resist…”

It sounded exactly as it should, defeated and accepting, completely submissive. He would make her say it a thousand times. Someday, he will even make her do so in front of her beloved crew, just to see her squirm, embarrassed and wet for him.

“That’s better. Go on, come for me my pet. You have earned it.”

After a couple more thrust and a well-timed press on her cunt she reached her climax a second time, panting and drained. It was fun, watching her reach her ecstasy for him, changing the labored breaths of the battlefield for the ones at the bedroom, claiming something from her no one could ever experiment in the same way. She made him feel possessive, even more so than his usual things, even more than he had been with his position as Dracon. Yet he attributed it to the fact that it was common to be attached to the newer toy.

He didn’t stop, not even for a second to allow her to compose herself, and the tension of her overstimulation just served to edge him further.

He was almost there. And it was almost a shame it would come to an end so soon.

Almost, because she would seek him further. And he would claim her again, over and over, showing her more pieces of his world. Drugs, hallucinogens, toys, chains. He hadn’t been fully prepared today for everything he wanted to test on her, he had not even fully trusted she would be so willing for him. But now that he knew, he had so many ideas. Thinking about them while fucking her ass with his cock and his cunt with his fingers drove him to perdition, to an explosive orgasm he had been needing for some time and failing to find a worthy partner to grant it to.

Grabbing his dick to pull it out, watching the mighty Rogue Trader with her clothes in tatters, covered in blood, cuts and bites, with her cum running down her legs and his semen sliding from her ass, he truly felt he had won their final battle.

He was the victor.

And he couldn’t wait to test all sorts of punishments on his new plaything.

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chronurgy · 4 months ago

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The way rogue trader caters to both new players and old hands simultaneously is very interesting. Basically, they do whatever the hell they want and reference any bit of lore they want, but any lore concept has optional hover text that will give you a quick description of what the hell they're talking about. It's great for new people and great for old fans because it's totally optional. You never have to read the hover text if you don't want to. I know who and what the god emperor is now, so I don't read that one when I see it's an option. I think this is really great was to get new players up to speed without making people who already get it sit through unhelpful explanations! Unfortunately I don't see any way to bring this to consoles, otherwise I'd suggest it for everything

#rogue trader #I knew pretty much zip about the 40k universe and I've never felt completely at sea with this game #And I could have! Easily!#I appreciate that they thought of us poor motherfuckers #And I'm glad that I don't have to hear an explanation about the throne or the emperor or the warp now that I get it #So kudos to owlcat this is a great system

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the-forgotten-house · 4 months ago

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"wow such a hectic day during 9 months," Arthur said as he sipped his tenth cup of recaff after taking care of his primarch's needs within its nesting period which caused some raven guards to go double duty on both their reports and making sure their primarch are well feed and catered too after the apothecary find out that she is pregnant after the honeymoon. "I need more recaff since this one isn't strong enough to keep me awake " Arthur grumbled when he poured the remaining recaff in his mug onto the sink in the kitchen.

"not report it to the rogue trader," the amber-eyed raven said as the bird snuggled itself on top of Arthur's head, he grumbled again when he heard his pet raven's remark "Yes Alice, thank you for your reminder" Arthur sighed before looking down on the floor "I will report it to lord drakon about it".

#arthur eldritch #warhammer rp #space marine oc #warhammer oc #the house of eldritch

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askrobouteguilliman40k · 7 months ago

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@rogue-trader-samuel-drakon

"Lord Guilliman, I had heard that the food from Macragge is quite good, and was curious if I could ever have a chance to try some for myself. As a related side note, I was wondering if you could also provide catering for my and Corvus' wedding."

"While traditional Macraggian food is similar to ancient Terra's Roma, in fact we have a diverse and varied foot stuff due to the trade in the five hundred worlds."

"As for catering, I myself am not good at it, but I have many serfs thanks to Cato that can cook for such an event."

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silentknives · 1 year ago

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NAME: Emily Beckett ALIAS / NICKNAMES: Silent Knives, Em AGE: mid to late 20's ( verse dependent ) ETHNICITY: British / Chinese DOB: September 12, 1757 SEXUAL ORIENTATION: Demisexual ROMANTIC ORIENTATION: Biromantic OCCUPATION: Hunter / Assassin / ROGUE ( verse dependent ) ALIGNMENT: True Neutral

STRENGTHS: patient, honest, caring, compassionate, introspective, observant, witty, intelligent WEAKNESSES: perfectionist, self-destructive, overly-cautious, overcritical, reclusive, stubborn, cynical

FAMILY:

Mother – in London ( missing ) A seamstress. Archeologist for Isu artifacts & sites. Father – in Boston. A doctor. Distant descendant of Shao Jun.

* APPEARANCE.

FC: Jessica Henwick BODY BUILD: Slender, but athletic HEIGHT: 5′6″ HAIR: Dark brown; straight, but a little wavy towards the ends; shoulder length EYE COLOR: Brown

* BACKGROUND.

Born in London to parents Elias Beckett & Li Min. At the age of four, Emily and Elias traveled across the Atlantic and moved to Boston, leaving Emily’s mother, Li, behind due to “personal reasons”. Unbeknownst to Emily, Li comes from a long line of Assassins in China. Li did not become an Assassin, but affiliated herself with the Chinese Brotherhood as an archeologist for Isu sites and artifacts. Due to the Templar’s possession of a stolen Isu artifact in London, Li was tasked to stay behind and keep an eye on the artifact until her kin could safely retrieve it back to their homeland.

Meanwhile, in Boston, Emily grew up to become a hunter & trader. Initially it wasn’t by choice, but as a way to make ends meet. The reason she and her father moved across the ocean was because the crown needed Elias’ medical expertise — specifically for the troops stationed there. Elias was one of the best doctors back home, and then eventually, in Boston. While his care catered to the soldiers, he never turned away a patient. He didn’t discriminate against anyone who needed his care — this included Patriots and Loyalists alike. When tensions in the colonies arose, so did the threats. He was threatened that if he helped those who rebelled against the crown, he would be arrested and, possibly, deported. Not unless he exclusively treats British soldiers only. To keep Emily safe and out of politics, he reluctantly agrees.

Emily very much opposed the decision, but there was not much else she could do. Instead, she started rebelling in her own way: helping those who got refused care. She knew basic medical knowledge, thanks to her father. She knew how to treat & stitch up wounds and make medication for common ailments. It worked for a while, but was stopped when she got threatened too. If she continued, her father would suffer her consequences. After discussing their options, she decided it would be best to leave Boston and lay low in the Frontier. That would mean keeping her father safe, but unable to see him often. In the meantime, she decided to become a hunter & trader for the next several years — to harvest medical materials and provide financial aid for her father. Just until she could figure out how to free her father from the British’s grasp.

In the years following, she was met with a couple of secret organizations that seemed to have aligned with her goals & morals. First, she was intrigued with the ASSASSINS, who valued freedom & free will for humanity. Then she was intrigued by the TEMPLARS’ ideals, which was to bring balance to humanity through control. At separate points of her life, she had become both — an agent of freedom and an agent of balance. But there came a time where neither served her anymore; when she realized that neither would fully set their differences aside and work towards a common goal. When she realized the beauty and corruption of both sides of the coin. It was then that she decided she was better off on her own, to work for herself, and to ensure a difference be made for humanity on her own terms.

Emily became ROGUE, willingly helping either side if it meant bringing true balance.

* PERSONALITY.

Emily presents herself as a reserved, aloof, and somewhat of a quiet person. She grew up sheltered, with only having her father to keep her company throughout most of her formative years. But as she got older, and it became a financial necessity, she grew more comfortable talking to people. It was especially apparent when it came to defending helpless people. This also made her rebellious by nature — she doesn’t easily conform to societal norms, mostly in terms of gender roles. She received a lot of criticism for it, but for the most part, she doesn’t care. Because of that, because she is unconventional, Emily can appear to be unapproachable. Once someone starts a conversation with her, however, she’s friendly and easy to talk to. And once she’s comfortable with someone, and befriends them, she’s full of warm smiles. In the presence of familiar faces, she’s sarcastic, cracks jokes, and has a quick wit.

At her core, Emily is a kind, humble, and gentle person. Her patience is unprecedented; she will almost always keep her composure. She also tends to be very meticulous about certain things, such as her knives and dagger collection.

While she usually carries herself with a calm and collected demeanor, she also has her moments of turmoil. ANGER simmers further and beyond her core. Over the years, she felt she had failed a lot of people, most especially her father. She is often her own worst critic, and that’s part of her perfectionist nature. She’s angry mostly at herself for not doing enough, but the occasional oppressors will do the trick too. In the case that something does bother her, she shuts down emotionally. She becomes a steel wall. Whatever problems are brewing inside, stays inside. But if someone were to challenge her patience enough, she would NOT be forgiving. While she believes that violence should never be committed without a valid reason, if she’s caught in a bad mood, she will not hesitate to hurt anyone if they challenge her. This deep-seeded anger has to go somewhere, and sometimes, she enjoys beating the absolute shit out of someone. Otherwise, she just resorts to sparring or training to help release some steam.

When she’s on missions ( as an Assassin or Templar, or neither ) she’s solemn, cold-hearted, and a bit too calculated. She tries to detach herself from her emotions, and her attitude towards missions is to keep things short, simple, and straight to the point. Her main motive is to keep her loved ones safe, so she would rather not risk doing anything too brash that would cause consequences to them. While she doesn’t blindly follow the rules, she also understands that there is a necessity to have some structure and foundation with everything.

Which is why keeping the BALANCE is so important to her; it is an integral part of her entire being. She understands the consequences of her actions. Sometimes she understands too much to the point where she’s paralyzed to make a decision. But that also makes it easy for her to weigh her options, and find out which is the lesser of the two evils.

* COMBAT.

STRENGTHS: stealth, speed, close range, patience. WEAKNESSES: less power / physical strength, less armor. WEAPONS: hidden blade, throwing knives, dual daggers, rope darts, poison darts, pistol ABILITIES: Emily inherited the Eagle Vision ability from her mother’s bloodline. ADDITIONAL SKILLS: basic medical knowledge — how to treat, stitch up, and dress wounds. how to make medicine for common ailments.

#( BIO. )

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sekhisadventures · 2 years ago

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Battle at Bilgewater

Stormwind City, Late Evening

The pub was jumping, as it always was at that hour. The day’s work was over, now was the time to rest and make merry before the next day’s labors became a concern. This one wasn’t the Golden Keg frequented by the members of Avalon, but rather a smaller one in the Trade District. A pub that catered to the many travelers who came from across Azeroth to trade goods in the city. Dwarves of course, and the occasional Draenei, and even a few goblins though their papers identified them as Steamwheeldle rather than Bilgewater Cartel of course.

They were peddling iron and other raw materials mined and smelted by the Horde… but with them acting as a neutral go-between nobody grumbled TOO much.

Into this establishment came a young woman with long red hair and a devilish grin, dressed in a fine black gown with her companion, a young man with black hair wearing a red silk shirt and black leather trousers. Despite them entering together they did not appear to be a couple, the woman flirting with many of the young men in the tavern… and much to her irritation finding little in the way of interest among them.

After an hour of fruitless attempts she scowled, then stalked to her companion. “Bugger all…” she grumbled, “I don’t bleedin’ get it… normally I’m beatin’ th’ boys off with a feckin’ stick…”

Her companion shrugged, “Perhaps just foul luck? I mean, it is quite late. Even the most amorous mortals can be dissuaded by sheer exhaustion.” he suggested.

She shook her head, “No bloody way Cenoon… this lot should be slaverin’ fer a piece o’ me… but none of ‘em is bitin’. Couple of ‘em even looked feckin’ worried when they saw me…” she growled, a very literal growl infact… some of the nearby patrons glanced around and mumbled something about a dog in the pub.

The man shrugged, looking around, and then noticing a message board nearby. Not too surprising, most any sort of places in Alliance territory had the ‘Hero’s Call’ boards to notify any wandering travellers or sellswords of work in the area… but this one held something else, “Er…” he coughed, “’Cammy…’ he muttered, nudging her arm with his elbow, "I think you may want to take a look at the notices… one of them looks, well, worrying…”

She glanced at him and stalked over to the board, scanning the notices on it… then she stopped and her eyes bulged at one in particular. She tore it off and looked it over, seeing something extremely distressing for her.

Her own face staring back at her, in an incredibly lifelike pencil sketch, along with the following:

Wanted: For Murder and Soul Theft!

The woman in this picture is a rogue warlock known as Dissonantia. She may be using the alias ‘Cammy Theo.’ She has been murdering civilians across Azeroth and stealing their souls for her own purposes. If you see this woman do not interact with her at all and inform the City Guard immediately!

Should you have any information on her activities or whereabouts please contact Magus Nelen Fullmoon residing in Avalon House, Stormwind City Old Town near the Pig & Whistle Tavern.

The woman’s jaw dropped open as her mind raced. How the fel did that drawing get made?! Jaie was the only one who saw her in this form and she didn’t think that pandaren even knew how to draw anything but stick figures!

She re-read the notice again, then felt a chill. Glancing around the room she saw that a few of the patrons she’d tried to proposition were missing from their tables…

“Oh bugger…” she whispered, then suddenly there was a clatter of metal as the door opened and a young trader from Westfall walked in, flanked by two guardsmen.

“That’s her!” he hissed to them as the guards stepped forward.

“Cammy Theo?” asked a guard, his hand on the hilt of his sword.

The woman glared at him, then took a step back as she stuffed the notice into her pouch, “Who wants ta know?” she snarled as her companion glanced around the room. Mostly traders with basic armaments, likely not many warriors among them...

“You are under arrest under suspicion of murder. Come quietly or we will subdue you.” said the guard, glaring at her through the slit on his helmet.

She looked around, then growled angrily, “Oh yez gonna subdue me eh?” she sneered, then from her pouch she drew a long sharp dagger with several runes inscribed into the metal of the balde, “… good luck with that boyo.” she cackled, then slashed the air behind her with the weapon!

From outside the tavern the windows suddenly erupted with a baleful green light and screams of alarm carried out through the open doorway! A guardsman fell backwards through the window with a tremendous crash, landing on his back on the cobbles as he tried to pry a swarm of small bat-like demons off him before, as one, they exploded in a spray of acid! He screamed in pain as it ate through his mail armor, then through his skin and muscle, flailing until the foul chemicals went deep enough to eat into heart, lungs, and brain.

There was another flash of felfire from inside, a furious roar, and a loud crash of metal on metal, then the other guardsman stumbled back out the door with his sword broken in half and a huge dent in his breastplate. His hand went to his belt to pull a silver whistle from it, “D-dammit! That dwarf wasn’t kidding!” he gasped, putting it to his lips and preparing to blow into it.

“AZZY! KILL TH’ BLOODY GIT!” snarled a voice from inside as the doorframe burst outwards, a massive Wrathguard stampeding through it and swinging his broadaxe home.

The guard managed to get out a short burst, a split-second of noise, before he landed on his knees on the cobbles… and his back against the wall of the store behind him. He looked down, as if unable to believe what had happened, then looked forward to see his legs fall onto the stones before the darkness took him. After all, being cut in half makes one bleed out very quickly.

Dissonantia stormed out of the tavern, her dress torn in back where her wings had erupted through it as she changed back into her more monstrous form, her eyes glowing crimson in fury as the light reflected off the curling horns on her forehead.

“Bloody feckin’ FEL!” she snarled, hearing the sound of running footsteps. A guardsman’s whistle would summon reinforcements, a guardsman’s whistle being blown, then suddenly getting cut off would tell them it was serious!

She narrowed her eyes as she saw the torchlight back up the street reflecting off steel armor… then ducked out of the doorway as Cenoon rushed out of the tavern after her and slashed the air again, ripping another hole to the Nether!

“TORCH THE BAR!” she commanded, pointing a finger towards the door as a swarm of wild imps burst free from the portal and ran into the tavern, giggling maliciously at the havoc they were about to cause.

A moment later cries of horror and pain came from inside as several loud explosions rocked the building, the remaining windows blowing out with flames as the imps blew themselves up inside, igniting anything flammable near their bodies with felfire!

Dissonantia nodded, THAT should keep the guard busy! “Right! Azzy! Cenoon! FECKIN’ LEG IT!” she barked as she raced towards the city gates, her demonic allies right on her heels!

Behind her she could hear the guard captain calling out orders. The nearby buildings had to be evacuated, they had to send a runner to the Cathedral of Light to get a priest to extinguish the felfire (water wouldn’t do it when demonic flames were used,) and above all else… they needed reinforcements!

Dissonantia snarled and picked up the pace, her worgen agility coming into play as she raced out of Stormwind. A few guards posted at the gates tried to waylay her, and it truly was horrible what Az’arad did to them, but after a harrowing flight she escaped into the gloom of Elwynn Forest.

She growled in fury, looking back at the walls of the city. That was that, she couldn’t risk returning to Stormwind after killing several guardsmen and setting a building ablaze! If everyone hadn’t known who she was before they sure would now!

She pulled out the notice and glared at it, holding up a finger and generating a candle-flame’s worth of felfire to look at the drawing. “… who th’ feck made this? Nelen can write sure, but the bloody git is as artistic as a kobold…” she growled.

Cenoon frowned, “I don’t know Mistress Dissonantia… but this is bad. If they have copies of it in other taverns…” he murmured, stroking his chin with his knuckle. The incubus’ fingernail shone like a dagger in the gloom and was still wet with blood where a couple of the more courageous traders had attempted to detain the warlock’s companion without knowing his true nature.

“Aye… there goes our bloody easy source of souls fer anima…” she growled, then balled the notice up and tossed it into the air, snapping her fingers. The paper erupted in felfire, burning to ash in seconds. “… first they get Azzy’s fang ‘n now THIS shite?! I was wantin’ ta wait until after that mess with Fyrakk was over… but wez gotta act…”

Az’arad grinned at that, licking his long, forked tongue at the hole in his jawline where his missing fang was. He was quite eager to do something about that… loudly and violently.

Cenoon however held up a finger, “Er… how exactly Mistress? Grimo is sequestered in Bilgewater Harbor, practically next door to Orgrimmar, and the others are all in Valdrakken right under the noses of the Aspects themselves…” he pointed out.

“Aye, yez right… still, I want that goblin’s threat sorted out now dammit.” she rumbled, flexing her claws as her gown vanished in a woosh of felfire, trading itself for her Revendreth-spun robes that she favored so highly (and had modified with holes in the back for her wings.)

She thought for a long moment, she couldn’t go herself of course… able to transform or not, a worgen or human in Horde territory would stick out like a sore thumb. It’d be suicide. You’d have to be completely mad to…

She paused, then grinned, “… hmm… well, worst case scenario she fecks it up ‘n dies, but it’ll scare th’ piss outta Blamstick either way.”

Bilgewater Harbor, the following day

Grimo held his arm infront of him, looking at a device strapped to his wrist. It was round, held on by two sturdy leather straps, and was not unlike a wristwatch in may respects. “Alright Zaziki, go fer it.” he nodded.

Across the room, in the lobby of the Savage United Office (currently closed,) was a goblin man with stringy white hair, wearing robes in a deep violet with some rather unpleasant looking runes inscribed on the sleeves. The robed goblin nodded, then gestured and said a word that made Grimo visibly wince… and a second later an imp appeared in woosh of felfire.

Grimo turned to face the imp and fiddled with a dial on the side of the device on his wrist, and a moment later it let out a beeping sound. “Okay… aaaaaaaaaaand… got it, fel signature secured!” he nodded, then turned to the other man in the room.

This one was taller than that goblin, but then he was human… or at least, he was human, once. Standing there was Edwood Vargas of the Forsaken, wearing the new garments he’d earned for showing uncommon valor and resourcefulness while helping to drive back a resurgence of the Scarlet Crusade in Silverpine Forest.

Gone were his old quilted red robes, favoring now a more utilitarian look of a dark tunic and trousers, a belt with several pouches and pockets, and a large backpack stylized as a coffin. He was idly rubbing some muck off the top of the shovel he used as a magician’s stave, the undead man’s eyes looking up towards Grimo.

“Okay, Zaziki… unsummon your imp, and Ed you summon your’s.” instructed Grimo, turning to face his fellow member of Savage United.

The goblin gestured and with a woosh of felfire his imp retreated back into the Nether, then Ed focused and snapped his fingers. There was a burst of felfire next to him and the familiar form of Guzzle the fel imp appeared in the room.

Grimo focused on him, looking at the watch, then grinned. “Bingo. Its picking up that he’s a demon, but its not going off. It can tell he’s a different imp! WE GOT IT!” he nodded, pumping his fist in the air in triumph!

Ed grinned, “So now ye gotta match it to th’ fang Jaie got outta Az’arad’s gob aye?” he asked as he knelt down, holding his arm out as Guzzle clambered up his sleeve and the imp took his usual place on his ‘captain’s’ shoulder.

“Yeup, then we’re ready to mass produce these bad boys! Hmm… Grimo’s Guaranteed Demon Detecting Device? Blamstick’s Monster Finder? Official Savage United Fanclub Membership Watch?” he mused, then glanced at Edwood’s smirk and shrugged, “Eh, we’ll workshop it. But yeah, next step is we attune this to that tooth ‘n make more of ‘em using the prototype here to…” he paused at a meaningful cough.

“Yeaaaaaaaah, so… we’re done here right Grimo?” asked Zaziki as he gestured meaningfully with one hand, “… ‘cause if we are there’s the matter of payment for services rendered…” he added, raising his eyebrow at the goblin.

Grimo frowned, then shrugged, “Yeaaaaah, fine… here.” he said, reaching into his pocket and taking out a large silver coin, flicking it to Zaziki. “Don’t spend it all in one place a’right?”

The goblin warlock snorted, “One fuckin’ silver? Nuh-uh Blamstick. My time is worth a LOT more than that.” he said pointedly.

Grimo turned to face him, “Yer fuckin’ time ain’t worth squat Darkcoil.” he retorted, “Be glad I spotted you enough to get a fried kodo skewer at our old premises.”

The goblin glared at him, stepping forward as he raised his hands, “You dare talk to me that way Grimo?! I am a MASTER of the dark arts buddy! I could drop an infernal on this crappy shack you call an office any time I wanted to and blast it to pieces!” he spat.

Grimo raised his eyebrow at him, then glanced at Edwood, “Well? Gonna just stand there Vargas?” he asked.

Edwood rolled his eyes at Grimo and reached into his own coinpurse, taking out ten gold and holding it out to Zaziki, “Yeah, sorry Grimo, ain’t gettin’ inta a scuffle over somethin’ this asanine. Here, hows this then?” he asked.

Zaziki took it, then shrugged, “I suppose that will do. Be glad your employee isn’t as stingy as you are Blamstick.” he smirked before heading to the door and out onto the docks. As Zaziki got outside he looked up curiously as his large ears twitched. The guards were shouting about something, and not the usual kind of shouting.

A moment later he fell to the ground, a dagger wreathed in felfire sticking out of his temple.

Inside the office however Grimo was walking back to his workshop. He’d already gotten Az’arad’s fang out of the bank and within a few moments he’d begun attuning his device to it, scanning the fang and registering it in the devices databanks.

Edwood was still in the lobby, the forsaken man ambling to the window as he heard a commotion outside, frowning as he did so. No Forsaken stayed ali-… well… stayed around long without developing a sort of sixth sense for danger, and he could feel something outside was off. Bilgewater could be pretty chaotic, but something didn’t feel right… and then he looked through the window and saw Zaziki’s body. “Tides below…” he whispered, then he looked up and what remained of his eyebrows rose as he gripped his shovel. “Grimo!” he called out.

“Hang on a minute Ed, almost done here!” the goblin called back from the workshop, the attunement nearly complete now.

“Matey I ain’t pissin’ about here!” he shouted as Guzzle leapt to the floor and began to channel felfire between his tiny claws, his undead master held his weapon in one hand, his free hand starting to swirl with flames.

“Gimme a fuckin’ minute Vargas! Geez!” barked Grimo in response as the display on the watch flickered, then suddenly it began to beep loudly as it showed the words ‘Demon Detected!’ “Eh? It shouldn’t get that big a fuckin’ readin’ from just a tooth… dammit did I make it too sensitive or somethin’?” he sighed, “For fuck’s sake I had better not have to start all over again!” he snapped, slamming his fist down on his workbench.

The moment his hand landed the front door of the office was sent crashing to the floor as it was knocked clear off its hinges!

Grimo’s head snapped up and he slapped his hands against the buttons on his bracer. Nearby his robotic hound, the Lupine User Protection Engine or L.U.P.E. jerked up from it’s charging station and let out a synthesized bark of acknowledgement as he grabbed his gun, running into the lobby with his rifle at the ready… then stumbling to a halt as he saw what was there.

The device wasn’t too sensitive at all. It reacted because it was in perfect working order. Two people were outside the office... well, one person, and one that was a bundle of fury and muscle in a huge purple frame.

“HEY GUYS!” shouted the felsworn elf Gremori as she strode into the building, the blood of several Bilgewater Brusiers still wet on her weapons and hands as, behind her, the huge bulk of Az’arad shoved its way into the offices of Savage United. “Dis said ya got something that don’t belong to ya!” she smirked, “We’re here to take it back… and maybe a few trophies of our own. I mean, you don’t need BOTH hands, right?”

Edwood grimaced, they were in trouble. The rest of Savage United was back on the Dragon Isles. Even if they took a portal they’d still have to get there from Orgrimmar! Two of them against a rogue demon hunter and Dissonantia’s strongest demon… that was bad BAD news!

Grimo however, grinned widely. “Oh hey, perfect! Never got a chance to try this out! ED, GRAB YOUR IMP AND GO THROUGH THE WINDOW! NOW!” he shouted, smacking several keys on his bracer in quick succession.

Gremori and Az’arad looked at him, then Az’arad who was quicker on the uptake ran back to the door and squeezed through it as Edwood smashed the window out with his shovel, grabbed Guzzle, and leapt through the opening just in time for a hatch to open in the floor and a cage to pop out of the ground. It was made of reinforced voidsteel and inside of it was something Nitika would likely be very upset about if she knew it was there.

Caged there was a small, but very very VERY angry lightspawn! Grimo pushed another button on his wrist and ducked around the door to the backroom. There was a sharp snapping sound and the holy creature screamed in fury as it’s cage crackled with shadow energy, then it reacted the only way one of it’s kind could in such a situation.

Grimo called it the ‘Holy Flashbang,’ Gremori called it ‘MY EYES AREN’T THERE AND THEY STILL HURT! WHAT THE FUCK?!’ and several other much more colorful things as Grimo and his robot ran past the furious felsworn!

Gremori clawed at her empty sockets, the felfire suddenly glowing gold from the blast of holy light it took and searing her head from the inside out as the goblin followed Edwood outside into the streets of Bilgewater Harbor!

“Hah! Take that ya ugly bitch! You and that giant purple meathead!” he laughed as he looked back in at Gremori’s distress, then yelped and ducked as a massive fel-cursed battleaxe slammed into the wall above his head.

“… ah, Wrathguard got out. Shit.” he whimpered, then backpedaled as fast as his legs could carry him as Az’arad wrenched his axe free and Gremori stumbled out of the office, shaking her head frantically as her eye-flames returned to their usual fel-green.

“You ASS!” snarled the felsworn as she slid her hands into her knuckle dusters, the rune-covered metal erupting in felfire as she and Az’arad began to charge only to run headlong into an infernal as it crashed into the path infront of them.

“RUN DAMMIT! HE WON’T LAST FER MORE THAN A FEW MINUTES!” barked Edwood as he pointed toward the docks with his shovel.

“Aye! To the seas! Set sail for Orgrimmar!” shouted Guzzle, the imp flailing his gangly arms as, behind them, the Wrathguard and felsworn clashed with Edwood’s infernal. Infernals were the living siege weapons of the Burning Legion, but while Edwood could summon one he could only keep it animated for a short time… he was no summoner like Dissonantia was, his power lay in flames and destruction in short bursts!

Grimo needed no more suggestion than that, the group retreated with all haste as alarms sounded all around them. Behind them the infernal gave one last roar of fury before it’s flames sputtered out and it collapsed in on itself, reduced to lifeless stone as Gremori leapt over it’s empty shell and Az’arad scattered the rocks with his axe, bellowing wordlessly as he surged forwards.

The alarms alerted the Bilgewater guards that the city was in danger, but they didn’t exactly tell them where the problem was and in a city like Bilgewater Harbor it was hard to tell which explosions were the bad kind, so mostly it just caused a mob of panicked goblins to race through the streets as Ed and Grimo bolted for the coastline.

Three burly goblins with shotguns stumbled onto the path ahead of them and one of them pointed and called to the others, recognizing one of their pursuers as a night elf. “Hey! Lookit her! ITS CALLED A CEASE-FIRE YA CRAZY ELF! GET OUTTA OUR FUCKIN’ CITY!” he shouted, raising his gun with the other two as Grimo and Edwood raced past him.

Gremori sneered, then leapt into the air as her body erupted in felfire! The guard let out a terrified scream and pulled the trigger on his gun, a tremendous bang erupting through the area as a round of buckshot exploded towards the demon hunter.

The bullets melted before they ever reached her, and a moment later the other two guards turned and ran as Gremori landed atop their luckless buddy, crushing his spine and ribs under her weight as she entered her demonic form, spreading her wings as she hissed through long needle-like fangs.

“Griiiiiiiiiiimo… she just wants the thiiiiiiiiing… give it!” she snapped as she raced after him, clawing at the ground as she did. In her transformed state she was almost like a feral beast, tearing up the dirt with too-long arms and claws as she chased him down, her feet twisted into razor sharp talons as Az’arad rushed along next to her!

Edwood tried to keep ahead of them, but he was no physical fighter. Even alive he’d never been in the best of shape, and he began to stumble…

Grimo was pushed on by sheer terror, the captive lightspawn had been the most powerful defense he could have managed against a demon short of having Nitika herself there, and it had just succeeded in making Gremori angry!

“Matey! I… SHIT!” gasped Ed as his foot suddenly caught on a root, the forsaken going sprawling behind him as Gremori snarled and leapt.

“Ed?!” stammered Grimo as he looked behind him just in time to see Gremori pounce atop him like a giant winged nightsaber, drool seeping out between her fangs. “HEY! GET OFF HIM!” he shouted, aiming his rifle… but she was right ontop of Edwood! He had some rounds that he’d gotten Nitika to bless for him, but Edwood was a forsaken! They’d do just as much damage to him as Gremori!

“Don’t worry about me dammit! Take th’ feckin’ shot Grimo!” shouted Edwood as Gremori’s claws closed around his head.

“Dissonantia knows what you’re making goblin! Hand it over or I’ll tear his maggot-ridden head off and roast it!” she snarled. Normally she’d be overly excited for a fight, but that lightspawn explosion had HURT! She was angry now, wanting to go back to the Nether to lick her wounds… but she had a job to do.

Az’arad nodded and slammed his axe down, the blade perilously close to Edwood’s neck.

Grimo’s rifle wavered, hovering between the two demons. Next to Grimo’s ankle Guzzle whined, anxiously tossing a ball of felfire back and forth between his hands… but against a felsworn and a Wrathguard it may as well be a water balloon.

Finally, Grimo snarled and stomped his foot. “FINE! FUCKIN’ FINE! YOU WANT IT SO DAMN BAD?!” he snapped, reaching into his pack and pulling out a round object with leather straps attached to it. “GO GET IT THEN!” he shouted, tossing it towards the docks.

The demon and felsworn’s heads snapped towards it, then Gremori grinned and launched herself into the air with her wings as Az’arad snarled and ran off after the object of Dissonantia’s desire. As soon as they were off Grimo ran to Edwood and pulled him to his feet, “You good? We gotta get th’ fel outta here!” he snapped.

Edwood got to his feet as Guzzle ran up to him shouting ‘captain!’ in a high voice, the forsaken nodding, “Aye… but th’ device!” he insisted, pointing to where they’d gone.

“FORGET IT! HEARTHSTONE! NOW!” snapped Grimo, pulling his out and focusing on it.

Edwood looked back towards where Gremori had landed, but he knew it was pointless. Neither he nor Grimo were frontline fighters, and both Az’arad and Gremori had fought toe to toe with Galdia. In a direct fight they’d get torn limb from limb. He pulled his own hearthstone out and focused his will on it, the swirl on the stone lighting up a brilliant blue as the world seemed to distort around them… and with a sudden burp…

The Roasted Ram, Valdrakken, a second later…

There was a hiccup in the world as the group appeared next to the bar, Grimo collapsing with a woosh of breath as Ed sagged against the table.

“’ey! Ya be back boss mon!” came a voice as Mola’raum looked up from a bar table, seated with him were Nitika, Dareley, and Nelen.

“Finally finished the detection tool did you?” smirked the tauren, then she frowned as she saw their expressions… “Wait, whats wrong?” she asked, standing up as she drew her staff.

Edwood shook his head, scowling, “We got raided! Right in th’ bloody middle of Bilgewater Harbor! That demon hunter of Dissonantia’s came ‘n got us broadsides with Az’arad ‘n Grimo had to toss ‘em th’ detection tool to get rid of ‘em!” he spat.

Nelen looked thunderstruck at this news, jumping to his feet with Dareley, “WHAT?! Grimo, we need that thing! We have to go back after it before they can get back to the Twisting Nether!” he shouted.

Grimo staggered to his feet, then smirked, “Nah, no we don’t. Its right here.” he smirked, tapping his wrist. Wrapped securely around it was the demon detection prototype, the screen showing all clear.

Ed froze, then looked at him, “… wait, what?” he asked, looking at the goblin’s arm, “But… what did ye give ‘em?”

Grimo gave him a toothy grin, “Oh, just somethin’ I’ve been carryin’ around with me since th’ Blood War…” he replied, taking out a cigar and biting the tip off, then lighting it. “Kept meanin’ to throw it out but, yanno, never any time to clean my damn bags.”

Dissonantia’s Lair, the Twisting Nether

The portal flared as Gremori and Az’arad staggered in. Getting away from Bilgewater Harbor had been surprisingly hard once word had gotten around as to where they were in the city and the guard could mobilize properly… and had gotten word to Orgrimmar for reinforcements. They had to fight their way through the wilderness of Azshara to an abandoned warlock enclave hidden along the northern mountains to get back to the Nether and their bodies showed the marks of a battle, but they’d made it.

Dissonantia was seated on her throne, reading through one of Aartox’s old grimories with a bored expression. She looked up as she saw them come in, then stood up. “Well, yez get it?” she snapped.

Gremori grinned, rubbing at a bullet wound on her arm, “Yeah… had to crush a few skulls, but we got it!” she grinned, holding up the device.

“A belt? Huh… weird feckin’ thing ta use fer detectin’ demons… but Grimo always was a weird fecker…” she grumbled.

“Yeah, we had to threaten to kill his undead buddy… well… maybe not kill but…” started Gremori as Dissonantia walked up to her and snatched the belt away from her.

“Skip it, I’ve heard all th’ bloody jokes.” she grunted. She was a worgen, she had to pretend to be a good Gilnean soldier for years, she had heard every single joke that could be made at the expense of the forsaken during her tenure in the Alliance. “How th’ fel does this thing work? All I see is one button…” she grumbled, pressing it.

The belt buckle, a stylized horde symbol, lit up with red LED lights as she did, and a mechanical voice piped out a cheerful “I’m the greatest goblin warrior!” for the three of them.

Dissonantia didn’t stop cursing for a full ten minutes solid.

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pizzafishandchips · 2 months ago

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man rogue trader really had so many things catered specifically to my sensibilities huh

emotionally repressed grumpy man

said man comes in red and black color scheme

said man also knight-coded af

duty vs desire

a trickster-type character with the title of Harlequin

^^^ what the fuck were they thinking, I stanned a character with an in-universe codename Joker for years, did they expect me to not go feral haha why am I deluding myself saying this in past tense

conclusion: wanna crush the rt devs' balls for breaking into my house like this

#what does the owl say

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mumms-the-word · 23 days ago

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New player here! I don’t want to say that the “Void take you” option is emotional manipulation or a way for the player to punish Heinrix by overlaying 21st century perspective on a 41st century problem. I think the game is pretty clear that Heinrix doesn’t have a lot of options—but it also needs to explain that to new players/new-to-40k fans (like me!) and that’s precisely what that dinner date conversation does

Basically, if you’re thinking about player views for that conversation, don’t forget that the game has to cater to new fans too, otherwise it’s alienating a player base, which is not great for video games

(I’m sure there’s a whole conversation about “is Rogue Trader a good wh40k game vs is it a good game” but I don’t know enough about wh40k fo begin having that conversation. To me, it’s just a very interesting game I’m enjoying playing for the first time)

From a character perspective, well it all depends on the character, right? I’m currently playing a bratty noble character who thinks she can iconoclast her way to paradise despite seeing, time and again, that pushing back against the status quo isn’t always a good idea (or at least, it keeps the costs high and the rewards…unexpected). She’s a little selfish, and her immediate reaction to Heinrix trying to put distance between them is a frustrated “void take you.” She wants him to at least try to see a future where, even if he can’t leave the Inquisition, he could at least attempt to share time between it and her

And, yeah. It’s idyllic and foolish. But I don’t think it’s manipulative. I wasn’t at all expecting him to say “I love you” when I picked that option. And yes I’m a romantic so I was like freaking out about it lol but as a player I wasn’t trying to get a confession out of him. And anyway he follows it up either way with explaining why you being together forever is impossible—again, good for new players like me! and a reminder for seasoned players who already know the deal

Anyways to the larger point, it is unfair to demand Heinrix decide between an uncertain future that will surely end in his demise if he breaks from the Inquisition and a more certain future where he knows his place in the Imperium and Inquisition, even if he doesn’t always like it. It’s also just weirdly placed—like girl read the room it’s a dinner date, maybe wait to bring up your issues with his undying loyalty to something other then yourself. But alas the game sets it right after a nice dinner, and it does make it weird

But also for me it wasn’t as though I was asking him to choose right then, either. It’s a conversation leading up to other, bigger choices, and it helps provide context for the bigger stuff that happens later. A transition convo, basically.

hopefully that made sense!

Hot (lukewarm?) take: I feel like saying this "Void. Take. You." to Heinrix is really unfair to him. Just like making him choose between his duty to the Inqusition and his love for Rogue Trader in general.

Short version: this ranges between emotional manipulation and giving Heinrix impossible demands.

Long version:

Just think about it.

Here our sweet bun Heinrix put effort and time to arrange a date with you (the Rogue Trader insert in this case; the player AND the character; and also the reader of these words). He doesn't take you for granted, doesn't try to trick you, doesn't play games with you. He's just being nice, despite being in a generally bad mood lately for various reasons.

Even when you point the bad mood out, and what he worries about is that his moods have inconvenienced you!

And the reason for these moods... Is that he's afraid of the time when he will be forced to leave you. Because Heinrix is essentially a slave to the Inquisition. Hell, even if he wasn't in Inquisition's service, he'd be in service of someone or something else.

Even sanctioned psykers aren't left to just live their own lives in the Imperium. They are always in someone's service, except for some extremely (compared to the total amount of psykers) rare cases of psyker inquisitors, Rogue Traders and such.

Heinrix was a slave since he was discovered to be a psyker. He's only more a slave in the Inquisition, because the only way you leave it is in a coffin.

And of course, the entire "duty to the Imperium" and "you are a subhuman mutant" brainwashing Heinrix went through.

Considering this, blaming Heinrix for accepting his duty as something inescapable, inevitable and impossible (bad!) to fight against... is just cruel and unfair.

He doesn't choose between being with you forever and a well-paid white-collar job in the office.

In his mind, he chooses between being with you forever (in sin of heresy and abandonment of his duty; until an Inquisition-paid assassin kills him) and his holy duty to the Imperium (the only thing that can justify an existence like his in eyes of the Emperor).

It's a testament for how love-starved Heinrix is that he can choose the first option at all. (Oh, and it's a worthwhile to notice imo that he loves you dearly until the end of his life even if he chooses duty. Of course, the epilogue slide can be interpreted several ways, but seriously though... The ice scene plays almost the exact same way whether you "corrupt" Heinrix or not.)

Rogue Trader as a game is very generous with us players by letting us keep Heinrix as Master of Whispers without anybody killing him for heresy. (There are, of course, many reasons why this could be possible, starting with RT's influence, possible C'tan, Xavier being too dead to care and/or too in cohorts with RT to not spare an acolyte, other inquisitors not knowing about Heinrix, etc. etc. Still.)

#although tbh I haven’t finished the game #so you’re REALLY getting a new player perspective here #I vaguely know about the ice scene and the upcoming confrontation with Calcazar but not like details #so yeah take my words with a grain of salt #but yeah just wanted to hop in as a new player!#heinrix van calox #rogue trader

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asklordcaptaincastronova · 2 years ago

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I posted 2,877 times in 2022

That's 790 more posts than 2021!

1,795 posts created (62%)

1,082 posts reblogged (38%)

Blogs I reblogged the most:

@particularcustodian

@wayward40k

@treasures-and-beauty

@asklordcaptaincastronova

@askrobouteguilliman40k

I tagged 1,232 of my posts in 2022

#ooc - 409 posts

#watkyn - 134 posts

#rogue trader - 117 posts

#honoria - 80 posts

#wayward40k - 75 posts

#anastasia - 61 posts

#hessman - 57 posts

#i see no way this could lead to anything bad happening ever - 25 posts

#elizabeth - 13 posts

#cyborg angst - 12 posts

Longest Tag: 125 characters

#honoria was supposed to be a woodehousian character a la watkyn good at spending money and being out of touch and little else

My Top Posts in 2022:

(Going through my background stuff and being reminded that Roderick held the warrant for a good *130 years* if you want to know how utterly blacklisted House Castronova was that the Current Lord Captain was ~30 when he got the title meaning a good century passed between the house war ending and them having any new scions.)

13 notes - Posted January 18, 2022

Ferrus Armoured Recovery Vehicle/Engineering Vehicle

(See I was thinking of a dreadnought for Reasons)

14 notes - Posted December 7, 2022

(@wayward40k, for some reason tumblr isn’t letting me reblog that post? so continuing here I guess. https://www.tumblr.com/wayward40k/702764621819510784/i-like-the-view?source=share )

He decides to end his staring contest with the floor, lacking eyes it would have won eventually. Carefully, he moved his eye to look into one of hers. “Why thank you my lady. I wasn’t sure if you had ever been to something like... this. Before.”

Be very careful. Very careful. “I must say you’re looking less. Wan. Than you were earlier.”

16 notes - Posted December 4, 2022

“Rogue trader vessel please be advised you are flying into a restricted zone. The planet of Zaer 7 is under quarantine by order of Chapter Master Darius, Revenants of the XIVth.” A bored sounding comms operator states.

Space Marines. Great. Anything space marines found quarentineable was obviously not worth the risk of figuring out what it was.

"Acknowledged, Noble Astartes, " his own comms operator replied. Castronova, flicked a switch on his throne. "Be advised there have been corsair sightings in this area. Cheerio, you lads have fun down there."

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My #1 post of 2022

👫 for a reunion starter

[[ :3c ]]

Another catering order for the Laurelletes, and this time there needed to be roe and shellfish. He loved return customers and hopefully this time there would be no kidnapping plots, assassination plots, or other forms of chicanery. Let alone Uninvited Guests, the Laurelletes had no dealings with Xenos as far as he knew.

He'd make sure to mingle this time, as he flew the gun cutter in, wondering what the occasion could be this time, doubtlessly the heiress had been married off by now, maybe this was the empty nest party, his mother had thrown those.

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2lim3rz · 4 years ago

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My Super Ungodly List of 40k OCs

Under a read more cause.. it's a lot

ADEPTUS MECHANICUS

99-Novem + Good Boy - Tech Priest / Cybermastiff - Can barely fix things, barely remembers to pray to the Omnissiah, totally disfunctional, and grieving over her dead robo dog. Someone help this poor girl

Andirke Custos Undecim-005-J023PH - Magos Biologis - Another intelligent dumbass also completely fucking weird

Marsa-12 - Skitarii - Andirke's gf and obligatory person who tells him that "Yes, while that is a good theory, please do not wake up the necron tomb"

Vitellius - @thetechpriestandspacemarine - Ex-Electropriest - Also a dumbass, but a well meaning one, does his best to help even though he's not good at it, blind as hell and not just literally

IMPERIAL GUARD

Brailer Tetricus - Medicae + Drug dealer - Hyper intelligent dumbass. Absolute SHITLORD, addicted to drugs like it's nobodies business and someone stop her before she sasses off to the space marine-

Nomen "Blaze" Nescio - Heavy Weapons - Chad. Absolute CHAD. A unit with a flamer and not afraid to show off his massive lighter collection. Where he gets them, not even he knows. Also a pyromaniac with a mustache and perpetual sunglasses

Larkin - Navis Imperialis - NAVY CAPTAIN! Perpetually disgruntled tho

Tronsk Belligor - Ratling Marksmen - Sly n sneaky and will shoot your ankles and that's it

Avulocris - @thetechpriestandspacemarine - Renegade Astartes - Him try his best to keep his friend alive. Dad friend, whether he admits it or not

Pallarmos - Marines Malevolent - No. Just no.

Brother Cacophony - Noise Marine - No. Just no. Personality of a bitchy saltine cracker

Icalos - T'au Aligned Salamander - Big boi, loves smol wifey [Bap]

Bap - Fire Warrior T'au - Smol lady, loves big husband [Icalos]

Lu - Fire Warrior T'au - TOL lady Tau, fuck around and find out

SQUAD BASILISK

Anette - Human - Somehow very lucky, can and has killed an Astartes single handedly

Otto Decark - Marines Malevolent [Alpha Legion] - GRUMPY MAN, called Rug by Anette, "What do you MEAN you didn't think I like you? I glared at you!"

Apollinaris Tarchim - Ultramarine - "HOW DOES ALL OF MY PLANS FALL APART?!", no one listens to him

Maxaen Hectatis - Brazen Claws - Acts sus, isn't sus

Pontormo Invictiad - Imperial Fist - *rogal dorn voice* Why are you a dumbass?

Kestith Chronah - Blood Angel - *FERAL NOISES* Also best friend of the year, 100/10 will be best friends again

Magos Asicro - Tech Priest - *creepy giggling ensues*

Kates Hereticalis - Grey Knight - Total dude bro but at the same time has and will recite 1000000000000000 pages of poetry by heart while stabbing you

Elissa Von Vassina - Inquisitor - Can and will stomp on your face with high heels and laugh about it later

Orazio - Lamenter Dreadnought - 100% CERTIFIED GR AN D P A! Parent vibes, will be your grandpa

INQUISITORS

Tomlin Payul - Inquisitor - Secretly a T'au and is 100% more loyal to the Imperium than his species and his adoptive father

Cateral Payul - Inquisitor - Total cheapsake, tries to do everything with the bare minimum of money

Quinkelin Wendahnal - Ex-Black Dragon Inquisitor - Doesn't talk, somehow makes everyone talk. The dude that looms ominously in doorways

Zag Vurvendt - Inquisitor - Radical and obsessed with Slaaneshi cults like a we ir do

OTHER

Zezota Sertall - Rogue Trader - The incarnation of fuck around and find out and is strict with her crew. Yes she dresses fancy but isn't a fan of jewels tbh

Pylon - Ultramarine[Undecided tbh] - Tries and fails to change his name, always fails cause everyone ignores it, my dude wants to stop being bullied, dammit

Shield-Walker - T'au Aligned Astartes

Foolishly Brave - T'au - A sm id ge racist towards humans andshieldwalker, is learning to not be like that tho

Rookie - Air Caste T'au - Isn't really a Rookie but that's what everyone calls him rip

Strongarm - T'au Mercenary - HELLA buff for a T'au and will WRECK your shit in a split second. Absolutely ANGRY hasasoftspotforZeztho

Daeco - Renegade Astartes - Single father of 1 Eldar kid, loves his daughter, will murder the chaos gods and the emperor for her

Antia + Glowthorn - Smol Aeldari daughter of Daeco

IMPERIAL KNIGHTS

Arlina Marchena - Slaanesh Aligned - Majesty's Most Cunning

Vridel Marchena - Khorne Aligned - Everlasting Conqueror

Rordin Marchena - Loyalist - Herald of Honor

Valmir Wester the 3rd - Freeblade - Oathsworn Custodian

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millimallow · 6 years ago

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pt. 21 - golden city hot springs

we’re in hot water now.

whenever you’re yelled at in a language that’s unknown to you, that’s how you know you’re in big trouble. all i can do is thank myself for being prepared. and i can’t do that.

despite being one of the most northen areas of the world, coril wa is prone to uneasonable warmth. named after the corilid range, an impassable semi-volcanic mountain range bordering the country, extensive thermal vents run under the land claimed under the flag of coril wa. with an otherwise nomadic and easy-going population, this means that everyone (more or less, at least) knows coril wa- and its capital- for the hot springs. maybe you don’t know a single person from coril wa, or even of corilese descent, but you know of the golden city. the tourist destination that pays for everything the government would need in terms of infrastructure- with enough notoriety, even high taxes and regulation won’t stop you making a lot of money.

well, i came to this place with a friend and the same perspective. there isn’t anything that could stand in the way of us accumulating some scratch. not in the typical sense, where people flog towels to forgetful tourists in the baths or sell illicit substances. it’s not just the hot springs that make money in coril wa- it’s all the businesses that sprang up to surround them, catering to a variety of travellers from all over the world, nearly all of them working with sizeable budgets. brains addled with steam and hot water, tourists often indulge in gambling near to the hot springs. bright and flashy buildings, service from the few corilese who care to live in their own capital.

we were going to pull off a casino heist. there was a justification in mind- casinos operate so unethically, inherently, that there wasn’t anything wrong with what we were doing. were we going to spend the money on ethical pursuits? not likely, but that’s not the point. slipping into a tourist area as outsiders made us less suspicious than even the native corilese, who are mostly of the perspective that the casinos are a necessary nonsense and who can rarely be found inside the doors of one. neither of us had to spend much time falsifying our disguises or persons- being mostly nondescript foreigners was sufficient, and changing our outfits and distinctive facial features as often as we could should equally suffice as a disguise should we need one. southern elves like myself are known for being excellent traders and travellers, even if rarely venturing north, and my partner provided a sufficient impression of a member of dragonborn royalty in the northern wilds.

it was a near-flawless plan, really. of course the defences were formidable, but we were both rogues, and the strength of the defence seemed to compensate for checking it in people’s minds. there were weaknesses- a wall is only as strong as its most solid and sturdy part.

yet we’re still being yelled at. but it’s not just us. all i’m hoping is that my partner can keep his straight face- and that if he can’t, that there’s no evidence we came together as a pair. i would prefer to not face any philosophical questions about honour amongst thieves, please. if i had been any good in school then i wouldn’t be robbing casinos in a barren, icy far north territory.

i can tell that the corilese folk can understand what’s going on. one of the waiters- a half elf, from the looks of it- listens attentively from next to my table, eyes wide and compliant. the speaker is a human, and when she finishes i see the server scuttle off alongside his co-workers into a room, watched over by these members of the guard.

nobody else moves.

yeah, i didn’t bother learning a word of the language. don’t bother getting mad at me for that when you read this, because i know i made a dumb decision. i made it willingly, actually, because i’m the guy who goes to rob a casino but can’t be bothered to learn “please” and “thank you” in corilese.

across the room, at the bar, is my partner. he’s holding his stupid glass of spirit and staring point-blank at the alcohol cabinet held behind the counter. makes him look like an idiot, but if he avoids moving or looking at me it might make the situation a little easier to justify.

then, the common begins.

“attention, all casino attendees!” oh boy. “we’ve detected unauthorized access to the casino vault.” this person is the opposite of reassuring. i could get the best news of my life from them and feel like a child being yelled at for spilling the milk. “lockdown procedures are now in effect.”

flitting my eyes from the center of the room to my partner at the bar, i watch his back tense slightly. unfortunate for him- more unfortunate for both of us if it gets noticed.

“every single attendee present here will be thoroughly examined and interrogated for knowledge relating to the incident. there is a no tolerance policy for situations of this type-“

any comments about my lack of preparation, rude or jeering though they may be, are now thoroughly justified by this.

“-and we will pursue the culprits to the full extent of the law. further, if necessary.”

my life plans had never included an extrajudicial execution. it seems like a remarkable inconvenience.

and then i hear the bang. it resonates across the room before coming to its completion, throwing many of the customers out of their seats onto the floor. chaos as the glass lamps on each machine shatter with force, leaving only a few lightbulbs intact.

a voice rings out, and in the moment, it could be anyone. not my partner, though.

and i don’t know why it happens, but we all run when we hear the second part-

“SCATTER!”

well, these are the days where i thank the earth for my gills. i’m buckling to the other side of the casino, through the hallway, into the outdoor natural pool. steam and the scent of minerals rise- i’m getting close.

i follow the stream which feeds it into the outdoors, the air on my skin telling me i’m home free.

only after a few minutes do i realize this-

we hadn’t actually tried to steal yet.

#world of owa #writing #short fiction #dnd #coril wa

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