Andreyich

Warhammer Fantasy: The Guild of Esteemed Sellswords - An adventure in the Warhammer Fantasy world! [REBOOTED] [FULL]

You have my axe sparkly ice

Silver and Blood: A Warhammer Roleplay

^ same

Escaping the darkness

@Eneui hmm, is there more on the world religion? I want me Knight to be Crusader styled, preferably Teutonic

Escaping the darkness

@Eneui
Is there any more lore of the world, or do we make up our Kingdoms and such ourselves?

Escaping the darkness. Grimdark Fantasy, More information inside.

Mildly interested

The All-Dawi Party - A Warhammer Fantasy Adventure

@Jbcool
could we get a discord or something of the sorts for this too?

Silver and Blood: A Warhammer Roleplay

Name: Rundel Grimdtersson.

Race: Dwarf

Clan/Faction/Country: Formerly of Zhufbar, now a wandering Slayer

Class Descriptor: Daemon Slayer

Physical Description:
Obnoxiously tall for a Dwarf at 4'6, Rundel has a body that although possessing a slightly larger beer-belly than the larger Dwarf hides more muscle than the toughest of Hammerers. His red Slayer's mohawk is starting to fray with age, but it is nevertheless quite massive even by Slayer standards making his height technically go up to seven feet. His beard and whiskers are quite well styled, although short due to being burned off some two years back, his hair being naturally a very dark brown. Beyond a tattered pair of leather pants he wears nothing. His eyes are a brown almost black much like his hair, while upon his face he is generally considered 'average' for a Dwarf, with only notable features being a slightly more pointed nose and larger ears.

Weapons/Armor and Gear:
Klinkazes: His twin pair of Gromril axes, they are weapons of true beauty to behold. Few but Dwarves and Elves have eyesight keen enough to discern the full carvings upon the blades for the Gromril of them was made to be a light-sucking jet black, the names of Rundel's ancestors upon each. They both have particularly long handles for a better reach, and lack an armour-piercing pick on their inverse sides for the Gromril blades already cleave through even Chaos-plate like butter. An important thing to note of the blades is the additional Runic carvings upon them to help the wielder weather magics set upon them.

Zharrikaz: A two-handed hammer, it is a work of ingenuity akin to that in his axes. Also made of meteoric iron, the weapon is rather unorthodox in that it bears Runes of Burning more typically found on artillery pieces than close combat weapons. While for single-combat against more legendary foes Rundell prefers his twin axes, against lesser foes - particularly when in large numbers - he prefers his hammer for the flesh of many targets bursting helps him clear a path to the foes of real note.

Background:
Rundell was born in Zhufbar to a quite prominent family with a martial history as Ironbreakers. So long was their service in the field that they had even managed to accumulate hereditary Drakefire-arms in addition to the mere armour and hand-axe or hand-hammer with shield that most possess.

As was expected of any right minded lad in the family, Rundell joined the moment he fit into the plate. He served honourably, plowing through Skaven and Gobbos trying to invade the glorious hold of Zhufbar. However, the hold was not the only one he had seen. At the behest of his Lord and the High King of Dwarfs he had marched through much of the world, over a century seeing nearly the entirety of the old world. He went to the North-lands of Kislev to protect allied holds from vile Northlanders, he travelled West to deal with pesky Elgi of all three varieties. Yet after these travels, what he truly missed was his home, and thus there he returned.

It would be in Zhufbar not long after a return from one of his travels that his fall from grace happened. Rundell was patrolling the underway with a dozen of his comrades before a hole in the wall collapsed, and hundreds of Grobi and Urki were beyond. Naturally, the enemy was no match for a good shield-wall of Gromril in such a narrow passage, and as hours passed more and more greenskins lay dead at their feet with naught but a few bruises upon each warrior. As the enemy numbered but a few dozens, Rundell bellowed loudly before charging head first in the enemy, breaking ranks.

This folly was not one anyone would forget. As he did so quite suddenly squigs emerged from small holes covered with rocks, a quite simple but easily concealable trap loosed upon the Dawi. In but a minute half the force had died, in one way or another meeting a disgraceful end. By the end only three remained, and the unspoken agreement was quite clear.

Rundell returned not bothering to speak to anyone, simply taking a familial hammer before he went on the long trek to Karak Kadrin. At last he made it to his destination, and took his Slayer oath. From there on his life went as expected. Again he travelled the world, seeing familiar sights. Many enemies were felled by his weapons, starting from black orcs, progressing to Ogres, trolls, lesser daemons, but as he gained experience he found it harder and harder to come near his desired death. Chaos warriors and Champions, a Vampire count, all fell to his axes. Time progressed and even greater foes met their ends at his blades, eventually coming to include (and admittedly young and small) a Dragon and a Greater Daemon of Slaanesh.

Yet death ran from him no matter how hard he chased it. Thus, after much deliberation he decided that if he cannot find death, he best find some true purpose in his fights rather than simply killing in hopes of being killed. So, catching up to a band of Slayers he now heads of Karak Eight peaks in hopes of reclaiming part of the great Dwarven Fatherland.

Warhammer 40k: Beyond Civilisations Grasp... - A Rogue Trader RP (Full, for now)

"Haha, you're a funny one!" Daniel remarked at the halfling's words, for now making sure that what was said by both parties was interpreted as a form of jest. He walked firmly onwards, letting in just a shred of cautious optimism to his stride, expression and mind.

The shipman was just about to speak before Roald pulled him into an alley. He was mildly startled, then confused, and then at last annoyed but as he listened his mollified. It seemed the Ratling really had managed to pin down his words about his soul, or rather lack thereof and latched onto them. Daniel briefly considered dismissal and denial, but thought better of it. The halfling didn't seem too bad a sort, and if he was a ploy to lure him into the hands of someone that desired a blank for their own devices nefarious, then resisting now probably would not get him too far anyway. Thus, with no better alternative he kept on with Roald. "Alright then. Me name's Daniel." The lad raised his eyebrows to indicate that this was a prompt for Roald to reply with his own name. Once he hypothetically received it, he would continue. "Alright then, you seem likes you got more brains than me, what do you suggest we do?"

The lad asked the question with quite sincere anxiety, the Ratling's speech somewhat chilling his hopes for the near future. As if from nowhere he drew his stub-pistol, taking off the safety. "I got me this to fight off any bastards what might come after me. I'm a fast shot and draw, even if not a very good one. I can keep off the worries of this cuttthroat world for a little, but I need to get to the Rogue Trader, and get to him fast. Together we'll have a better chance, right? So what do you say we do, where do we go, which of the flyers do we check?"

The All-Dawi Party - A Warhammer Fantasy Adventure

@Jbcool

Me dorf

Username: @Andreyich

Character Name: Karlig Azmarand

Clan and Hold (if any): Karak Hirn Engineer's Guild

Gender: Male

Age: 192

Career/Profession and Skills:
Karlig Az is an Engineer of quite considerable skill. He has learned much from both men and Dwarfs in tinkery, alchemy, and sciences as a whole. He is a decent shot, though outside of firepower he relies largely on his steam-axe simply breaking his foe's weapon

Equipment:
He has a rifle that possesses elements of both Dwarven Rifles and the Imperial Hochland Long-rifle. It has a scope and long (for a Dwarf) barrel, rifled grooves, a reinforced but flared muzzle to allow it's use as a blunderbuss, an intricate firing mechanism, and many other important intricacies. In addition, he has a pistol also very similar to Imperial repeater pistols with six rifled barrels loaded from the back. He is protected with rather thick scale-mail, each scale shaped like a cog for both aesthetics and to help them interlock for more protection, his head covered by a thick leather coif and horned helmet. For close combat he has an axe sized somewhere between a one and two handed variant, but perhaps most noted is the steam-powered nature of it. The weapon is a passion project in which eccentric Runesmiths assisted him. The rapidly moving axe-head allows him to quickly get through armour and barriers he faces alike, not to mention gorily splitting what flesh it touches.

Physical Description: He is rather normal in height for a Dwarf at 3'11, possessing a fiery red but finely trimmed beard and whiskers, bark brown eyes and shortly cropped hair to make his leather coif with helmet fit tighter. Even for a Dwarf his nose is quite round and red giving the impression of a strawberry, along with a thick ginger unibrow.

Background/History:
Karlig was born to a family of Dwarfs in a Tilean Dwarfen quarter. As for many city Dwarfs, their life was far more liberalized with but a small fraction of the regimented traditional nature that Mountain Dwarfs had. He was relatively free to explore the city, visiting the Engineers, Alchemists, and Architects guilds of the humans to try and find his vocation. In truth, he found much interest in all of these fields, but he suffered for he was not able to go forth with his true calling, Dwarfen Engineering, the work that combined all of these into one glorious art.

Just before coming of age, he informed his family that he would head to the nearest Dwarven Hold - Karak Hirn - to find where he truly belongs. Leaving them little time to interject he swiftly packed his things, and joined the caravan going towards his ancestral home.

Once he finally reached it, he knew the choice was right. The amount of like-minded people around him, the great designs, the wondrous sense of Hearth and Home. The first thing he did was promptly go forth to the Engineer's Guild, and ask to be taken in. He was met with much skepticism and even some laughter. However, once asked for a demonstration of his knowledge their doubts were somewhat mollified as the umgi appeared to not be as daft in their teaching as they had heard. If they took him on and he was a flop, little effort was wasted, but if he was a success then much good would come to Karak Hirn from this.

Thus Karlig became an apprentice Engineer, but not without difficulty. So far from his place of birth his studies were slowed down for he had to spend much of each day in the mines working for sustenance. But though this meant he started behind, he eventually was able to synthesize earning of his keep and his studies as he began fixing dysfunctional mechanisms around the hold.

Many decades passed and Karlig barely noticed as he passed his first century of life and began to approach his second. Though not a Master in his own rite, it was deemed that Karlig had learned as much from these Engineers as he could, and it was recommended he see other lands. It was suggested to him by another Engineer that he could lift him to Barak-Varr on his Gyrocopter for he had business to attend to, and Karlig agreed. So, not knowing quite where fate will lead him he goes to a new Hold!

Silver and Blood: A Warhammer Roleplay

Name: Rundel Grimdtersson.

Race: Dwarf

Clan/Faction/Country: Formerly of Zhufbar, now a wandering Slayer

Class Descriptor: Daemon Slayer

Physical Description:
Obnoxiously tall for a Dwarf at 4'6, Rundel has a body that although possessing a slightly larger beer-belly than the larger Dwarf hides more muscle than the toughest of Hammerers. His red Slayer's mohawk is starting to fray with age, but it is nevertheless quite massive even by Slayer standards making his height technically go up to seven feet. His beard and whiskers are quite well styled, although short due to being burned off some two years back, his hair being naturally a very dark brown. Beyond a tattered pair of leather pants he wears nothing. His eyes are a brown almost black much like his hair, while upon his face he is generally considered 'average' for a Dwarf, with only notable features being a slightly more pointed nose and larger ears.

Weapons/Armor and Gear:
Klinkazes: His twin pair of Gromril axes, they are weapons of true beauty to behold. Few but Dwarves and Elves have eyesight keen enough to discern the full carvings upon the blades for the Gromril of them was made to be a light-sucking jet black, the names of Rundel's ancestors upon each. They both have particularly long handles for a better reach, and lack an armour-piercing pick on their inverse sides for the Gromril blades already cleave through even Chaos-plate like butter. An important thing to note of the blades is the additional Runic carvings upon them to help the wielder weather magics set upon them.

Zharrikaz: A two-handed hammer, it is a work of ingenuity akin to that in his axes. Also made of meteoric iron, the weapon is rather unorthodox in that it bears Runes of Burning more typically found on artillery pieces than close combat weapons. While for single-combat against more legendary foes Rundell prefers his twin axes, against lesser foes - particularly when in large numbers - he prefers his hammer for the flesh of many targets bursting helps him clear a path to the foes of real note.

Background:
Rundell was born in Zhufbar to a quite prominent family with a martial history as Ironbreakers. So long was their service in the field that they had even managed to accumulate hereditary Drakefire-arms in addition to the mere armour and hand-axe or hand-hammer with shield that most possess.

As was expected of any right minded lad in the family, Rundell joined the moment he fit into the plate. He served honourably, plowing through Skaven and Gobbos trying to invade the glorious hold of Zhufbar. However, the hold was not the only one he had seen. At the behest of his Lord and the High King of Dwarfs he had marched through much of the world, over a century seeing nearly the entirety of the old world. He went to the North-lands of Kislev to protect allied holds from vile Northlanders, he travelled West to deal with pesky Elgi of all three varieties. Yet after these travels, what he truly missed was his home, and thus there he returned.

It would be in Zhufbar not long after a return from one of his travels that his fall from grace happened. Rundell was patrolling the underway with a dozen of his comrades before a hole in the wall collapsed, and hundreds of Grobi and Urki were beyond. Naturally, the enemy was no match for a good shield-wall of Gromril in such a narrow passage, and as hours passed more and more greenskins lay dead at their feet with naught but a few bruises upon each warrior. As the enemy numbered but a few dozens, Rundell bellowed loudly before charging head first in the enemy, breaking ranks.

This folly was not one anyone would forget. As he did so quite suddenly squigs emerged from small holes covered with rocks, a quite simple but easily concealable trap loosed upon the Dawi. In but a minute half the force had died, in one way or another meeting a disgraceful end. By the end only three remained, and the unspoken agreement was quite clear.

Rundell returned not bothering to speak to anyone, simply taking a familial hammer before he went on the long trek to Karak Kadrin. At last he made it to his destination, and took his Slayer oath. From there on his life went as expected. Again he travelled the world, seeing familiar sights. Many enemies were felled by his weapons, starting from black orcs, progressing to Ogres, trolls, lesser daemons, but as he gained experience he found it harder and harder to come near his desired death. Chaos warriors and Champions, a Vampire count, all fell to his axes. Time progressed and even greater foes met their ends at his blades, eventually coming to include (and admittedly young and small) a Dragon and a Greater Daemon of Slaanesh.

Yet death ran from him no matter how hard he chased it. Thus, after much deliberation he decided that if he cannot find death, he best find some true purpose in his fights rather than simply killing in hopes of being killed. So, catching up to a band of Slayers he now heads of Karak Eight peaks in hopes of reclaiming part of the great Dwarven Fatherland.

@Andronicus23