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One Piece: Brave New World

@Spanner@Prewiga@Zero Hex So we're just waiting on these guys to post, I think. Zero Hex in particular, who hasn't even put up his character sheet yet.

Are We the Bad Guys? - A WH40k RP [Mature]

@Klomster Are... you sure about that? I mean, Zuriel did kind of enter the ship as a smoke cloud and blow up a guy's body with the remanifestation... not that it matters, since Ork lazor is a thing, but even so.

Are We the Bad Guys? - A WH40k RP [Mature]

@Wraithblade6@Sophrus I mean, no shit, Jb specifically stated that we've been detected due to psychic fuckery. If it's such a big deal that it was outright the telepath's fault and nobody else's, though, I can just remove that part of the post and leave it at that, @Necroes? I just think it's unlikely that it's exclusively his fault, considering the Ork just fired a giant burst of psychic energy out of his face, and the Heretek just manifested himself inside a person's body, having travelled as wisps of Warp smoke or something to do so. At worst, it tells the Astropaths where Lucius is, since he might not even be near the others, technically speaking. Again, still figuring that one out.

Are We the Bad Guys? - A WH40k RP [Mature]

I suppose you have never heard of contingencies? Yes, the Eldar can mask their presence, Yes the astropath probably wouldnt notice them until it was too late. However, the captain probably isn't a psyker and doesnt know that. Even if he did know he certainly may order somthing that has a very low chance of success but could just as easily catch something they otherwise wouldnt have. like, i dont know an Eldar who didnt hide themselves on time, or well. Or give the ship a once over periodically in search of Chaos cults (although this would probably be a daily or weekly thing rather than something they would do in combat)

@Sophrus

To add to this, many Eldar don't even use their psychic powers beyond basic needs such as creating war masks. In fact, they're encouraged not to, I believe? Thus, it might be that many Eldar couldn't cloak their own psychic presence without the help of one of their more psychically-inclined allies. I'm not sure about that, it's just a theory. A GAAAAAME THEORYYY

Are We the Bad Guys? - A WH40k RP [Mature]

@Necroes I feel like you're overestimating how strong Lucius' psyker is, one. Two, and maybe a stupid question, but if they're attuned to telepathy specifically over all other forms of psychic power, even if those other powers are way larger in power usage, wouldn't they just detect any telepathically-inclined psyker that got on board the ship, or indeed any psyker whatsoever?

An Unholy Mass: Warhammer 40,000 RP [Black Crusade Inspired] [Mature Content] [Seeking Heretics!]

@Sisyphus I like the name and avatar...I have a good feeling that you won't just go blowing things up for the Hell of it...so yes, there is room.

@Jbcool

You appear to have a nasty chip on your shoulder about that whole, uh. The thing, you know. That thing. Yeah.

Are We the Bad Guys? - A WH40k RP [Mature]

@Necroes As opposed to the giant bursts of psychic energy just unleashed by the Ork and the Heretek, which are obviously less likely to be noticed by comparison. Obviously.

Are We the Bad Guys? - A WH40k RP [Mature]

I admit, any psychic activity on the part of the telepath Lucius has adopted is as a result of my not knowing how far-reaching an Astropath's telepathic power is, and not really considering it as a factor. For this, I apologise. That said, I think the blast of warpfire and whatever Zuriel did is probably going to be a bit more noticable than some tiny blip of psychic beacon anyway.

An Unholy Mass: Warhammer 40,000 RP [Black Crusade Inspired] [Mature Content] [Seeking Heretics!]

There once was a man of little social substance named Darran Parthe. Tall and handsome, possessed of dark brown hair and blue-green eyes and light skin tone, he used to be quite a popular individual during his youth, but as time passed, he found himself drawn into his work as a surgeon more and more. Though he seemed externally to remain as charming as ever, his social life vanished, his internal world shrank and corroded, until it seemed the man piloting the body was rendered all but heartless, connecting with others but barely for the facade he put on, his imagination filled only with how to better his work, to ensure he and the machines he worked with and upgraded never failed to save a life.

And yea, he might have continued on in this work for centuries, for his clientele was always the rich of the world, rich enough that he could afford the gene treatments to keep himself young; but with wealth often comes boredom, and one day, a client of his asked of Darran a most unusual treatment. "A hole implanted into my belly," they asked, "that one might use as they'd use the female genitalia." And whilst very odd, Darran had no reason to deny the client what they asked, not when they were offering twice as much money as for any normal surgery, and despite the uniqueness of the operation, it was performed exactly according to plan.

The client promised to bring in more patients for future surgeries of this ilk, and keeping their word, new members of the upper class soon began to roll in, requesting an odd implant here, and a cosmetic patchup there, and a queer device attached just so, in addition to the doctor's more usual surgeries. He acquired more and better surgical devices, using his wealth to get into the good graces of his clients, and his own skill to eventually implant his tools into his very body, for though incredibly precise, mere machinery could never match the skill of a human mind unless it was controlled by a human mind.

And finally, certain members of his clientele began to open their hearts to him, revealing their allegiances to a force called Chaos. They did not explain directly what it was, but implied that mere association with its members had damned Darran already, barring him from the God-Emperor's light, though in return opening him to the attentions of beings far greater. The doctor remained unfased, for even religiousness had faded in him, be it of the Emperor or of any supposed God of Chaos; what mattered to him now was his work, and ensuring his work was never inaccurate, not even by a fraction of a millimeter. Such inaccuracies had become ever more unacceptable to him. To err was to fail, and so he vowed he would never err again, not if it meant his surgeries were unsuccessful.

The gaze of Slaanesh had turned upon him. And to those who worshipped her and experienced Darran's work, it might appear that she was very curious to see how he progressed.

Warhammer Fantasy - Call of Chaos

@POOHEAD189 I'll be honest, I thought a lot of people had simply dropped out, since they hadn't put their sheets in the Characters tab yet. That'd leave us with just three players, including you, the de facto GM as of Clocktower basically dropping out, and that's not a whole lot of players to work with. Now, if there are other players who are simply having trouble thinking of something to write, that's a different story... because then it just means I've been doing a sort of procrastination, which I still need to work around.