Roleplay post 1:

And another thing, my copy of the new 40k role play came this week, leaving me highly excited. So in honour of this I am going to post some of my role play stories. They will be spasmodic. This one comes from Inquisitor.

Rogue Trader Brandenburg ran down the narrow street. Huge metal walls rose up on either side, boxing him cutting off his escape route. He risked a glance over his shoulder, to see the huge form of Battle Brother Cain, a member of the Adeptus Astartes, bearing down on him. Turning his attention back on the street, he tripped as he stood on the hem of his cloak. He heard a crack, as a rib broke in his chest. The towering form of Cain loomed over him, blotting out the light from the globes. A hand reached down, and grasped him by the neck, raised him high. Brandenburg struggled, but his attempts were wasted on the mighty power armour Cain wore.
'Die heretic' the marine snarled. A frag grenade in his hand, he clicked the primer. He closed his hand around the throat of Brandenburg, cutting off the air supply. Raised the grenade to ram it down the man's throat. When a single low shot echoed off. Brandenburg dropped to the floor.He looked up, the marine took a step forward, blood flowing from a single bullet hole in the only unarmoured part of his body, his head. Then he collapsed, his knee obliterating Brandenburg's skull into a puddle of blood and skull fragments.


This actually happened.