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WARFIGHTING – INVESTIGATION – POLITICS – ADVENTURE


▸ SETTING: An underdeveloped deathworld of little strategic interest to the powers of the empire, located in a far-flung frontier sector bordering the fiefdoms of the Imperium Nihilus. Sehnsucht, an austere arid planet cursed by decade spanning bitter nights, must overcome the machinations of aliens and the forces of chaos in order to secure its peoples continued survival.

▸ PROLOGUE: As the twilight deepens, cloaking Verlorenhive in the pre-dawn hush of its long night, anxieties sharpen around the rumored alien threat within. This fear is stoked by the increasingly fractured communications from Xerostech Hive, a rising tide of administrative misconduct, and the unsettling disappearance of trusted contacts. With peril looming, the investigation into the subversive alien cult intensifies. The chilling reality settles upon Verlorenhive; should they fail to eradicate this alien malignancy before the darkness fully descends, the seven-year night will not only spell their doom but also deliver it, defenseless, into the clutches of horrors lurking in the shadows.

▸ STORY – PART I: The fragile peace on Sehnsucht shatters as the Rogue Trader's arrival, fueled by the prospect of a lost treasure, ignites an ancient and sinister plot orchestrated by agents of Chaos. The scoundrel's unwitting possession of a key artifact becomes the focal point of a sinister scheme to unlock a devastating psychic power, exploiting a suspiciously held planetary myth. Amidst the latent civil unrest and a burgeoning guerrilla war with Dustcrown, Verlorenhive finds itself caught in a three-way struggle with the fate of the world hanging in the balance.






Welcome.

This is a gritty Warhanmer 40K Roleplay that slices into the lives of humankind on an isolated deathworld. The subjects of this story at hand are focused on Imperial citizens, servants, soldiers and leaders. No Space Marines, sorry.

Our goal is to propel this planet from the brink of destruction into victory. There will be many obstacles both from within and from without. You will be able to play a sweeping host of characters should you choose, or you may refine your efforts into just one or two key players.

To begin, we will elect and be selected to form a task force of sorts. Our main party will conduct a decisive investigation in pursuit of an elusive Genestealer cult. They must be crushed or risk Verlorenhive becoming far too compromised due to the inherent mobility of and corrupting effects of the long night.

The threads of fate are tentative. The successes and failures made along the way will shape the true outcome of futures blurred.


——— FACTIONS ———
An overview of notable groups and institutions. This is not including the more recognizable strata such as the Administratum, Ecclesiarchy, etc.














——— LOCATIONS ———
An overview of important locations, settlements, geography, etc, etc. that will most likely be places of interest.




















——— CHARACTERS ———
A comprehensive list of the cast of players and supporting characters. Additionally, a few noteworthy NPC's are included.













——— RULES & APPLY ———







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Perhaps...
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As someone who loves 40k, and has read a lot of books, I am always down. (even run dark heresy/only war games)
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I've made a few changes to the original post. And information that was removed in the original has been moved into this hider.

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I've no prior knowledge of the Warhammer 40k setting, but always been interested in dipping my toes into it. So if lack of experience on that front isn't a problem, interested!
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Curious
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I have assembled a sample of a character perspective to test the waters, an example of sorts, for the sake of exploring the setting. I thought it might be interesting. I will be creating a few more samples running parallel to this character experiment, different perspectives, that are supposed to blend a bit of exposition into the thread if and when it is launched.

I was wondering if requiring forms is necessary. Perhaps just one simple character form to gain entry and whatever you want to do after that is within your power. I know that some people very much enjoy creating their character sheets, sometimes it can be the most fun in their case, but for me I absolutely dread writing a sheet.



Let me know if this sparks interest or ideas. o7
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Il probbly use a sheet or somthing to keep track...

My brain starts to get things mixed up if not.

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You inspired a little writing.
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The roads were dusty as a lone Rhino kicked up dust moving at speed, its hull originally pink was covered in dust and the muck thrown up from its tracks. The route was mapped and it moved past and through checkpoints without fuss, its icons and fact it was a Rhino demanded it pass with little issue. Breezing past a whole convoy of cargo 8 trucks, heavy loaded cargo trucks with bulk supplies moved slowly and steadily, the massive Luscius cargo 16 super heavy tank mover was hauling a pair of damaged leman russ tanks and a rolled over Chimera in opposite direction with what looked like yellow spray paint in Adaptus mechanicus codes to their needs and priority.

Behind it lumbered another hauling many tons of empty cages, chains, and other restraint items, many of them piled up several deep and hanging from various numbered standard transport crates seen across 1000 worlds.

The road rolled on as tracks ate up the miles.

She heard the rumble of her Rhino beneath her as they reached the area the exercise had deemed a command centre? This place was like many many others as the ramp dropped and the dull ring as ceramite clad feet matched on plastic steel deck plating and ramp of the faded dusty pink painted “Divine legacy” Was painted on the side of the armoured transport though due to ever present dust a white gauntleted fist scraped it away from the Holy name and symbol painted on its hull.

The two others alongside nodded and made the aquilla as they waited, one deep in prayer and her second companion cleaned her weapon almost as a form of religious devotions. It was a sign of the times that they had to allow such flaws to creep in but the wider wars, the constant press of the dark powers, the rift that tore across and the loss of the ancient bastion of Cadia had pressed every branch of the Imperium hard, the most faithful no less so.

“Hold for now, il find out what this captain has called in, might just have jumped he lost a few of the meat… or carless soldiers ” She slung her Luscius pattern las gun over the shoulder plates of her armour. A sign of the times, resources tight and supply from off world in demand by everyone. Her escort had a locally made Navy assault shotgun, the heavy bolter they had was a Emperor given gift. Pistols were no problem but more advanced heavy arms were in demand by everyone from the crusade fleets from all segmentum.

She did not stop as she walked out to the dusty old building just about visible as “Heavy Plate works Sectus 3/54. Secondary tool office.” Her focus was on one place both her natural and augmented eye as the woman approached the doorway and the room lit by guard issue portable vox, cogitators and more haphazardly set up as best able with the thrum of a heavy portable promethium powered generator outside.

“Captains that way, first floor maam” A nervous man who worked a console and seemed to be entirely too willing to let his boss deal with the present situation, why did have to call in a QRF, command was already breathing down their necks.

“Mi ldady, Emapror bless you” one younger woman who seemed to be a recent recruit by the clean state of her uniform and fact she wore a complete set of matching gear, a feat many others had failed and did best to look professional even caked in dust and mismatched from use and wear the sands placed on everything man and machine. “Carry on.” She said more softly, she was not entirely a bitch but she had to make her impression clear to this Captain.

“Sist…”

“Sister Hospitler Palatine Chen, why did you drag me out here exactly?” She did not let the man even start, her mood was not best having dragged out here to help with the guard exercises, yet alone dragged to find a QRF call when she was about to lead her sister's prayers of St Catherine. Duty calls.

“Thankyou…Sister. “ He stammered before asserting himself, the man was a Captain even of he faced one of the Emperors daughters who seemed to be in a bad mood and expected an emergency. “Please sit, il explain.” He offered and relised he had pushed his luck somewhat.

“I'd rather stand, just get one with it.”



“Orders?” The Sister to her right asked as she cradled the shotgun across her lap, mantained and cleaned to perfection, though not a holy bolter it was still a weapon of the emaprors vengeance and would be respected as so. The mission had not called for such weapons and their expensive holy ammunition. “They found a nest of heretics?” She asked with a fervent look as they rolled through the gates of the compound to the main factory road.

“Panic, Poitical, they lost some factory Lords son, joined guard to show he was a loyal citizen etc. Command was getting snippy about it. A Lt.” She said frankly to her sisters in a way she would to no others, she trusted them deeply and in ways few others deserved. She showed a pic slate of the image of the officer in fresh crisp uniform on his graduation day and a second of him looking more in fresh combat uniform..

“Seach and locate, probbly a vox down.” the sister to her left said, and nodded memorising the image and the insignia the officer wore. She scanned it quickly, they probbly had just drifted past a large structure that was blocking vox contact or taken damage, the system where rugged but not indestructible.

“By the Emparor I hope it is, we put some fear of the Holy into them, report back and send them back to HQ.” The older former militant sister said as she checked the higher power las gun she had taken for this trip, they where not against foes that bolter shells needed, the God Emperors rescorces where not be squandered in times like this.

“The Emperor hand guides us in strange ways” Came from the sister with the heavy weapons as she looked up from her holy bolter. “Should have shot him for wasting our time.” She said casually and looked over to the Rhino screen and saw the local map flash up, the estimated targets and local information on the environment and such.

“If we shot everyone that annoyed you, we would run out of bolt shells.” was the reply to the other sister who was a little too eager to use her weaponry. She knew her sisters fault and issue but also was one of the best heavy gunners in their sqaud and happy to work alongside the veteran sister hospiteler. She could keep the woman under a tight hand, but knew when to let her go.

“They should be more faithful then” The sister said as she gave a glare at report of the “targets” being criminals, maybe deserters and other human criminal chaff rounded up by the Imperium. This was just risking things, letting such things loose and arming them…

“Settle down, 2 Minutes, should be reaching a local command post.” Came The senior sisters voice as she grabbed her chain sword and mounted it to her waist belt, bolt pistol, las gun and the white armour of her medical equipment with the medicae symbol painted in red on shoulders and the iconic fleur de lis that all of the Emperors daughters wore gleaming platinum metal that was already attracting dust from the environment.

“Copy. Lets get this done Sister Palatine. Pull us over, and guard the Rhino.” The two sisters using her forner combat rank in dusty Pink armour gathered their gear and 2 minutes later nodded to the driver who pulled alongside the motor area and the 3 sisters marched out to the command post, another dusty temporary camp the same as any other. They had a younger recruit driving for them, she needed more tempered experience and training first before they wanted to throw her into combat.

The Order of Marla local presence was not the largest and most powerful of the larger major orders but their local presence was quite effective and well trained and armed members of the local sectors church Militant arm. The pink armour they wore was different to the normal but was just another unusual quirk to the Imperium.

Even as a minor order they had earned a solid reputation even if they had developed their own version of some worship and rules, which deviated slightly by natural evolution and influences from their recruitment worlds and locations.

It was three sisters that stood in all the organised chaos, they could call on more but the Order had been tied up with a whole list of other tasks that required their attention. A training exercise mistake did not need a full multi squad, heavy support and armoured units to support. They would investigate first.

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