Manhunt (A Necromunda RP)
The Underhive, a wretched hive of crime and violence. All sorts of scum came here for one reason or another, and the locals always suffered for it. However, a particularly large flood of gangers, bounty hunters and more descended into the lowest pits of the city, for one reason and one reason only. Ripjaw. More specifically, the bounty that was placed on his head, a reward of 1,000,000 thrones. This once-in-a-lifetime opportunity could not have passed up by anyone, especially the denizens of Necromunda. These individuals will have to brave through the dangers that Hive Primus has in store for them, from mutant gangs to the plantlife. Not only that, there will also be many conflicts sparking amongst the hunters, most of which will end with violence, only adding to the danger of the situation.
Nobody said it was going to be easy.
All: You are all in the same filthy, cramped and dimly-lit bar (barring A5H-Worm), filled with drunkards and regulars (though the two tend to overlap). But most importantly, this is the last point before the hunter's set off in their search for Ripjaw. While some of the hunters are simply having a last drink before setting off to unknown territories, the tension among them is rising. Like a room filled with a volatile explosive, a single spark of violence could set off the entire building.
Kumil Naktar: You are standing next to the bartender, gazing at the thugs drinking in front of you. Disgusting reprobates. They were not worthy of bringing the heretic Ripjaw to justice. They did not have faith in the God Emperor, something that you had, knowing that he would favor you over these brutes. As you were lost in your thoughts, a group of three men confronted an incredibly large and intimidating man. You keep your hands on your laspistol in case anything gets out of hand.
Aldegar Rafe: You sit at one of the tables in the center of the bar, which is littered with empty glasses that were once filled with Wildsnake. Downing another glass of the potent fluid in one gulp, you slam it down onto the table with a satisfied sigh. While you enjoy a drink, a group of familiar faces approach you, dressed in leather jackets and headbands. They were Orlock scum, the man at the front being someone you recognized, Ogar. He was nothing more than a punk with more bark than bite who you've had the displeasure of meeting before.
"So Aldegar, I see you're looking to take Ripjaw's head too. Are you suicidal or are you just that stupid? I'm betting on the latter option"
Tarquin Hansar: You sit in one of the dark corners of the bar, sipping your glass of Wildsnake, thinking of all the things you could do with 1,000,000 thrones. You could be accepted back into the House, or even become a powerful gang leader if he dealt his cards right. These sweet thoughts filled your head when a group of men approached Aldegar. You knew about his reputation as a violent brute, even sadistic at some points, but you've never actually seen him in action. As one of the men insults the giant of a man, you sit back and wait for the fireworks.
A5H-Worm: You prowl through the ruins of the Underhive, slipping through spaces that few others knew about. You are looking for someone that may have information on the bounty you are seeking. You managed to get the location of this man from a fellow Ratskin that had been watching him as well, suspicious as to what this individual was doing. Finally reaching a good vantage point, you spot a man in another ruined structure. Taking a closer look, you notice he matches the description of who you are looking for. He was a man with various modifications to his bod, most notably that his arm had been replaced with a deadly looking chainsaw. Suddenly, the platform you stand on gives away sending you hurtling to the ground. Thankfully, you land in a rather muddy pit of water, with only a couple bruises. Unfortunately, your sudden landing attracts a horrid creature crawling under the water. Pulling out your shotgun, you ready yourself for the worst.
Last edited by Cleanser; 10-14-13 at 07:54 PM.