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It took a lot of will for Gabe to not fill the metal door with rounds. He knew for a fact that it would stop them but as the heavy handed knocking startled him out of his reverie and his gun came up it took all of his will and skill to not squeeze the trigger and the only person audacious enough...

"We wait for Greg." Gabriel grunted at his overly excitable hacker, checking his gun for the fourth time since they'd arrived. For just a split second, a small part of his brain had wanted to shoot the hacker - his little outbursts about conspiritard bullshit always brought that urge down on his...

Tossing the unconscious hacker over his shoulder had been easy, Gabe thought. It had been positioning the twerp on the front of his back-up bike - a piece of shit that belonged in a garage fifty years back but that wouldn't break even if you tried - stashed between his suited arms. He'd not even...

He had just greeted his friends when the shooting started. Gabe closed his eyes for a moment, a sigh escaping his lips as he heard the boom of a voice through the speaker system he didn't know they had - probably something Bihn had done in his mad need to share his terrible mixtape with the rest...

The leather glove made the meaty impact of Gabriel's fist into the face of the corporate goon mingle with a crackle of the tough fabric over his clenched knuckles. The man who probably thought he looked casual in his leather jacket and jeans went down like a sack of bricks, slamming back against...

"Bloody Murder, because we're hard to shift.    ... And we'll kill you."   Full Name: Gabriel Peter McClintock  Nickname(s): "Glasgow", "Black-eye" or "Clockwork" Called 'G-man' by his friend Bihn.    Birth date: 2026  Birth place: Glasgow, Scotland, UK  Age...

The LT had been considering exactly what he was going to say to the captain, his mind running over every other time he'd even looked at a cogboy. The enginseers in the PDF had been mad, brave men with a hate for anything that damaged their holy machines. He'd even seen one standing atop a...

The gun was easy to disassemble, the stub rounds in a neat row - each with a proud Aquilia stamp emblazoned across the casing, and the cylinder of the revolver sitting between them like a squat keep amidst castle towers. The rest of the gun was laid out in parts across the table for quick...

Following along behind  the weirdo enginseer, his shoulders shaking very gently at the captain's expense, the LT's smile matched that of his commanding officer. "Rookie, come with me!" The parade ground snap was back into his voice, the relish underpinning the command almost vicious. He'd not...

Also, was there ever a ruling on running multiple characters? 

The strange enginseer only got stranger once he opened his mouth, the awkward rehearsed cant that carried his speech flowing strangely over the ears of the Enforcer. Larkin decided that he'd been right about the robed man - he was nervous, and like so many of his brothers interacting with normal...

Larkin smiled in satisfaction as his squad mates picked themselves up from their lousy beds. Though it turned into a grimace as he heard the rook choking down a ghastly concoction of uncooked trash he called a meal. The office was in its usual state of disarray when he entered, boots clacking...

Ya gonna post over in Roll Call or are ya waiting for PM confirmation of your CS being good? 

Bloodtide is by far one of Ward's most notable mistakes.  And yes, AOS is a goddamn travesty.

I actually liked the Grey Knights. Before Ward. Before the Draigo and the bloodtide and all that other crap. Extra monk-y warrior monks.  And hell, I'd forgotten the Alpha's were a thing. Brilliant legion, but we'll never find out anything because advancing the timeline is heresy.