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 Redemption of the Crimson Fists, 40k roleplay/story thread
Desert Rat
Posted: Mar 8 2009, 02:56 AM


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He could hear the crowd begin to roar again. Several old men were hurried past him towards the arena. As he was led towards his pen he could hear the buzz of a small Catachan Devil and the screams of the old men.

Reaching his pen Gorim cuffed him along side the head and pointed to two other boys. “Take dem to Dok Grak choppa.” Devin eyed the unfortunate boys and nodded his head. Gorim huffed and shuffled back to the arena. Without a word Devin manacled the boys. The tall one’s name was Hardin. He hadn’t spoken since the invasion. He was a little taller than Devin, but weighed 15 kilos less. The boy was a zombie. He barely new where he was and didn’t take any notice of his surroundings. The other boy was only four or five. Jevy was his name. Gorim had found and acquired both of them shortly after the walls of the city had fallen. Unfortunately for them they weren’t working out for Gorim and he had traded them to the Dok for some kustom work. Jevy began to cry as Devin placed the manacles on the him.

Pulling both of the boys behind him Devin made his way to the Dok’s quarters. Being one of Gorim’s slaves did have some perks. Along his way several knots of orks would pose and posture in front of him only to see Gorim’s brand on Devin’s arm. The boys would only get a few cuff’s to the head or lightly bumped into, but nothing serious. No one wanted to damage Gorim’s property.

Reaching the old Medicae building started a knot in Devin’s stomach. He didn’t necessarily care for the other two slaves, and he would do either of them if needed to save himself, but he had sense enough to know being sold to a Dok wasn’t a good thing. Several grots were running around with wire and bolt cutters while others were carrying assorted ork limbs. Jevy began to wail at the sight and Devin didn’t have the heart to shut him up. A loud roar came out of one room along with some banging and sawing. “Der, betta than new.” The Dok came out of the room with a saw in one hand and hammer in the other. Grak Choppa looked at the boys as he ambled across the hallway. Devin bowed his head and held up the slaves chains, “My master Gorim sends his payment to you.” The Dok grinned from ear to ear eager to use these new slaves. He grabbed the chains from Devin and shoved him away, “Gorim paid in full, tell’m”. He made his way out of the building as quickly as he could. The wailing of little Jevy followed him all of the way home.
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Desert Rat
Posted: Aug 10 2009, 10:44 PM


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The visit to Dok Choppa left Devin shaken. Normally the boy only cared for himself and anything that didn’t help him survive was soon forgotten. Why then, could he not get the wails of Jevy out of his ears. Devin was stumbling numbly back to his pen and didn’t notice the group of snake bites he bumped into. Devin started awake and knew he was in danger. “Whatz dis!” the largest ork shouted. “Slaves should knowz der place.” With a backhand blow the ork sent Devin tumbling across the ground. Laughter and grunting sprang up all around him as he rose up into the “slaves” position. “Mannerz not gunna help yuz now slave, I’z hungry” the ork bellowed as he charged the boy. The snake bite didn’t even pull his choppa to use on the boy, so little did he think of him. Devin calmed himself and thought of the arena. He quickly lunged under the charging ork into a striking stance and struck it in the groin. The orks momentum along with the boy pivoting on his heals sent the monster sailing over Devin’s head and into a wall. With a loud crack, the ork hit the wall and landed in heap. Devin quickly ran to the wall and picked up a brick and smashed the snake bite’s head to a pulp.

Silence filled the alley way. Devin looked down on what he’d done and slowly looked around at the stunned orks. Choppas and sluggas were pulled from their holsters. A low feral growl began to grow from the surrounding orks. As one the snake bites charged the boy across the alley. Devin prepared himself for his last fight. He knew he would die, but he would take one or two with him. A loud explosion burst in front of the charging orks and made the boy cover his eyes from the flash. A growl of “Mine” was heard at the front of the alley as the orks and the boy collected themselves. The orks turned as one to kill this newcomer, until they saw who it was. Striding confidently down the filthy alley was Gorim. A still smoking rokkit stick on his shoulder. With a grin the slaver pushed his way past the snake bites. None of them had the courage to fight the Nob slaver. Gorim strode up to the boy and the dead snake bite nob. A low chuckle began deep inside the slaver “Teef, lotsa lotsa teef you gonna make me” Gorim said through his laughter. Bending down and collecting his “new” teeth, Gorim eyed the boy. An evil grin spread on his face, “lotsa teef”.

Gorim along with his new found wealth and slave walked past the stunned snake bites. The snake bites couldn’t contain themselves any longer. With the way the slave humiliated their nob and the way Gorim had done the same to them, they were ready to kill. Gathering up their courage they began to follow the pair. Gorim turned around with a glint in his eye, “Whooze your new Nob?” and walked out the alley. As Gorim and Devin turned the corner they could hear the new struggle for power in the snake bites clan.

Borak Glitzkull looked up from his pile of newly “acquired” shootas. This portion of the city was under the sway of the Bad Moons and Borak was their leader. Nothing traded hands or was stolen without Borak knowing. Slaves and grots weaved around his table bringing new tribute from his tribe and other tribute from others who didn’t know they were so “giving”. This Waagh had been very good for Borak and his clan. With his help and money, Grimtuf had been able to command/buy enough troops to conquer this system and maybe more.

Looking into the street he could see his old friend leading a slave towards him. Nobs in mega armor clanked to attention and stood in the way of the pair. With a bark from Borak the nobs stood aside and let Gorim through. “I don’t want no slaves Gorim, the last ones tasted terrible” Borak growled as he counted teeth on the table. Gorim grinned “I’z not sellin, I wants to buy”. Borak’s head snapped up, he couldn’t remember the last time Gorim came to buy anything. “Whats youz want?” Borak scratched his gnarled chin. Gesturing to Devin “I wants armor, hummie armor for him.” Dumbfound Borak couldn’t believe his ears. Gorim continued “ I wants hummie choppa too, power choppa, good and killy.” Shaking his head Borak couldn’t listen anymore. “Whatz you wants this for?” With a grin Gorim leaned onto the table and into Boraks face “Sell me da armor and da choppa and I’z gunna make us rich.”

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Desert Rat
Posted: Aug 13 2009, 10:19 PM


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The sun broke over the swealtering jungle, only to be stopped by the remains of Malorstag. The ancient hive was already a buzz with activity. Herders were moving their squigs and grots through the governors once prized gardens. The starport was ablaze with crackling torches as Mek’s and their minions were rebuilding and modifying ships. Several landers from Malor IV were also arriving to feed the teaming multitude of the hive. Slave ships from Malor V were also landing in a continuous stream. Idols of Gork and Mork and Grimtuf were being erected through out the hive and the construction was dangerous. The good thing about human slaves is that if one dies there are usually two to take it’s place.

Grimtuf surveyed his new capitol and was very pleased with himself. The balcony afforded an expansive view of the hive. His hive. The governors residence was once festooned in gaudy tapestries and furnishings, at least to an Ork. Now the hall was decked out with skulls. Skulls of Grimtuf’s enemies and those of the most deadly animals in the galaxy. On the north wall several helmets were nailed to the wall. Blue helmets. Space marine helmets. These were amoung Grimtuf’s favorite trophies. Looking up from them Grimtuf viewed his crowning achievement. On a dias, surrounded by torches stood a suit of armor. The hands of the armor were crossed in front of it and they held an ornately scabbarded sword. The sight of this trophy swelled the beasts heart. The thought of that fight excited him and also pained him. That fight with that marine was the culmination of his fighting experience, where was he to find an opponent to match or beat that moment.

Eying the skulls in the hall he began to grin.

The pit was louder than Borak could ever remember. It seemed to him that every ork in the hive was in the stands. Each tribe had a section of the stands, and their pennants flew above them. Warpheads were being chained in their towers, Mork forbid a stray weirdboy show up with as raw energy that was in here. Painboyz, Herderz, and Slaverz were milling around slave pens attending to fighters or their animals or both. Looking over to the Bad Moon section of the pit, Borak saw that the wagers were flying in. This slave of Gorim’s was indeed making him rich. Something about it seemed wrong, but all of those teeth pushed any ill thoughts from Borak’s mind. The calls for the next fight rang out of the speakers and the crowd quieted to a dull roar.

Three Snakebites boyz stalked into the arena. Each one armed with his favorite hunting weapons. The first carried a long axe with a spike on the butt end. Each forearm was covered with a darnathite’s shell. Each spine on the shell dripped with poison. The second ork was the smallest of the three, but he still stood six feet tall. This warrior carried two thin choppas. In ork hands the swords looked delicate, yet their blades were as thick as a mans wrist. Each choppa was three feet long and ended in a terrible hook. The last ork was a monster. By size along he rated being a Nob. The ork carried a huge hammer made from a boulder and a log. In the other hand he had what looked to be a buckler, but it was actually four feet across.
As the last boy entered the pit the Snakebite section of the arena exploded in growls, hoots, and roars of approval. Leather drums sounded, and horns were blown to welcome the warriors arrival. Borak eyed each of the warriors and shook his head. “It couldn’t last foreva” he sighed to himself. He could see Gorim leaving one of his “Moons” with a large grin on his face. Thinking back, it should have been harder getting an ork to actually lower himself to fight a slave. With a shrug he sat down in his chair and took his cup from the waiting slave.

Gorim made his way to his cages. The snakebites were shaking their weapons and fists in the air as the crowd cheered and roared. All the time a toothy grin lit up Gorim’s face. Reaching the cage he unlocked it and went inside. “Youz ready” he said more as a matter of fact and not a question. “Warboss watching today, youz win and I’z happy. Youz looze an I kill youz again.” With that Gorim handed the power sword to the boy. The ork stood back as the slave belted the weapon and tested it seating. Devin looked up at the slaver. “I’ll win for you master” was all he said as he headed to the door. If Gorim had seen the slaves face he would have wondered, but as it was Gorim smiled and looked at his chit. Twenty to one. Visions of his own slave ship swam through his head, maybe two ships.
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Desert Rat
Posted: Aug 20 2009, 09:51 PM


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“I’ll kill you someday master” was ringing throughout the boys head as he moved towards the cell door. The arena was shaking from all of the feet pounding on the stands. The air itself was made electric through their excitement. The roar of the crowd was deafening as he opened the door. Drums pounded and horns blared as the young slave walked onto the sand of arena floor.

The snakebites flexed and readied themselves. Each one had a small ritual before a combat. One of them shook his arms at the crowd and roared, another began stomping to a warsong in his head. The last stood still as a statue and just stared at the boy as he entered the pit.

Wagers were still being made in the stands. BadMoon boyz were taking any action they could get, and all of the crowd wanted a piece. Along the lower ring of the Goff clans section Grimtuf was eyeing the combatants closely. Stroking a pet squig he yelled to one of the Moons, “Gimme ten orks’ teef on da slave!” A hush followed the last word as it left the Warlord’s mouth. All eyes in earshot were glued onto the Goff. The Moon scribbled a chit and handed it to one of his Nobz and ran to find Borak. A murmur and then rounds of laughter and pointing were hurled at the Snakebites section of the arena. As Grimtuf stood up the crowd began to quiet and lean forward in anticipation. Each of the orks in the pit were enraged and began quivering in excitement. Each one wanted to be the first to kill this slave and return the Warlord’s insult. Devin stood there motionless, controlling his breathing. He watched each of the beasts, for this is how he saw them, deadly beasts. The Warlord raised his big shoota and grinned. With a flair of showmanship generally not known in orks, he paused, to enhance the excitement.

BOOM.

All three orks rushed the boy. The smallest, however was also the fastest. Swinging both choppas in a windmill pattern he streaked toward Devin. Time seemed to stand still for the boy. “See the way he holds the swords, see how the sand gives way there, see how he favors that side” these and other observations flew through his mind, yet to him it seemed like they were coming to him slowly. Gently pushing his sword up with his thumb Devin grabbed the hilt of his power saber. As the smaller ork charged the boy, Devin took a large step as if to challenge him. With murder on it’s mind the ork swung both choppas in a wide are to cleave the small warrior in two. With a quick tuck Devin rolled on his forward knee and drew then activated his saber. In one quick slashing movement the boy had separated the ork from his knees. The orks momentum carried it over the boy and it crashed into a cell door.

Not caring if the smaller ork would be killed, the “Nob” swung his gigantic hammer in an arc over its head aimed at the boy and the orks back. As the smaller ork tumbled over the boy however, the hammer buried itself into the arena floor in a gigantic explosion of sand and rockrete. The Nob bent over to try and free his weapon from the pit floor. With an upward slash and all of the force in his legs, Devin stood up next to the Nob and separated his head from his shoulders. The head shot towards the body of the smaller ork on a jet of arterial blood. Quickly scanning for the last ork Devin could feel the blade end of its axe sliding across his torso. Ducking quickly fell to the ground and swung his sword. Devin felt the air split as the snakebites forearm and his saber met above his head. The ork roared in pain and reversed his grip on his axe as he plunged it down to impale the boy. Grabbing the orks recently lost arm by its hand, Devin twisted out of the way of the descending blade. Twisting around the enraged ork the boy swung the ork arm and sunk the spines of the darnathite shell into the orks calf. Howling the orks pulled his axe from the floor and staggered after the young warrior. The stump of the orks arm was pumping blood across the floor of the arena. With its vision clouding and tongue swelling the snakebite swung his long axe in figure eights and tried to follow Devin.

Hearing a scrabbling noise to his rear Devin looked behind him quickly. The small ork had clawed its way towards the small warrior and it had murder in its eyes. The orks hooked choppas swung low at Devin forcing him to jump up. Blurrily the still standing ork swung his axe over his head to split the boy in two. With the poison coursing through his veins the ork shook and the axe buried itself into the head of the smaller ork. Devin brought his saber around in a quick downward spin and separated the last ork from his remaining arm. Dropping low and using the force of a spin the young warrior took the legs from the snakebite. Twitching on the ground the poison turned the orks eyes an inky blue. Devin stood over the unfortunate ork and held the saber above its head.

The arena was deathly silent The entire crowd turned as Grimtuf stood up. Standing still Devin stared at the ork Warlord and then with a quick flick beheaded the still twitching ork.
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Desert Rat
Posted: Aug 24 2009, 10:28 PM


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Pandemonium shook the arena. Howls of loss rose from the Snakebite section. Gorim smiled as he headed to his “Moon” to collect. Borak reclined in his box daydreaming of being buried in a huge pile of teeth. Grimtuf stared at the slave as it slowly walked to its cage. Motioning to a Nob “Getz me Gorim and dat slave” Grimtuf and his entourage began to leave the arena. As an after thought he grabbed the Nob “Getz my teef from da Moon on the way back” and handed him his chit.

Grimtuf never seemed to tire of the view from the former Governor’s balcony. The local plant life was enjoying a resurgence in the newly conquered hive. Crimson streaked skies floated over the hive’s skyline as flocks of birds flew from spire to spire. A knock at the chamber’s main door broke him out of his reverie.

Never in his life had Gorim met the Warlord. While not scared per se, Gorim knew he was out of his depth. Devin followed his master in standard slave fashion, his hands were bound and a heavy rope was around his neck and held onto by Gorim. Devin had never been in this part of the hive when it had been under imperial rule, but he could imagine it probably looked and smelled much better back then. Following a pair of giant Nobs both Gorim and Devin walked into the Warlords den.

Turning around at the noise Grimtuf shuffled over to the slaver “Gorim me good friend”. The warlord opened his arms and gave Gorim a large and excessive bear hug. “Yuz and that slave has made me very happy.” Gorim looked like a stunned grox. Gesturing to a chair Grimtuf led him over to his skull menagerie. “Da Snakebites have been a pain in me ass since we been here,” the warlord nudged Gorim as they sat down. Devin followed and laid down in slave position behind his master. The friendly meeting from his warlord had stunned the slaver and his brain hadn’t started to work yet. “Me collection is amazin huh?” Grimtuf pointed to the ceiling. “Uh...yah, lotsa skulls, yuz da warlord” Gorim was able to mumble between numb lips. The giant ork raised his fist to the city “Those gits, dem Snakebites promised me dey find a giant devil and dey only find little uns for the arena. Bein killed by a slave was to good for dem.” Leaning in towards the slaver Grimtuf smiled “Yuz made me lotsa teef and gots rid of dem snakebites. I could use a new slavemasta. Sets up another fight wid the snakebites, I want Grotsnak ta suffa.” Gorim’s stomach sank. Grimtuf was now using him and his slave to humiliate the Snakebites Boss. “Sure Warlord, I can set dat up” he said as he tried to think on how to get the snakes Boss to agree.

Devin laid on the tile floor listening to the orks conversation and a new plan began to form. As the orks rose from their seats the boy cleared his throat. “Master, your slave can lead you to the mother of devils.” Quick as a Boom Viper, Gorim back handed the boy and sent him tumbling to the floor. “Learns yuz place slave” Gorim hissed down at him. Turning towards the warlord “Forgive me, I’ll punish it in the pit.” Staring at the boy Grimtuf began to nod his head, “What’s dis about da motha of devils?” With a gesture from Gorim the boy explained how he was trained by his parents as a hunter for the Imperial Governor’s Menagerie before the change in power. The warlord took this in and turned to Gorim. “Set up da hunt Gorim.” With a sinking feeling the slaver nodded his head. “Oh,” turning from the slaver and the boy Grimtuf looked to the open slot in his skull wall and grinned “don’t punish it to hard.”
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Philip_the_Great
Posted: Aug 27 2009, 02:15 PM


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