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I was gone for a lot longer than I thought >.>"
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Sorry for my absence! A Volunteering position suddenly turned into a Volunteer Leadership position I was not expecting at all so things have been hectic.
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Look at you posers, having to bang dragons or sell your soul for magic when you could just play a lute for some. Anyways, here's Wonderwall. - Bards
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Sometimes we live in a society. Other times, a society lives in us. Occasionally, society.
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I am fucking screaming. Why are there so many fucking MLMs posing as actual marketing/advertising agencies. Just give me an actual fucking job reeeeeeeee
Name: Thorick Grumblestoneironslayerbrewkeeperhammermasterhogtamerstormaxetreehumpergrudgebearerproblemsolver (Last name keeps changing) Race: Dwarf Rank: Lt. Money: 200 Title: (Several he's made up for himself) Looks:
(Imagine Danny Devito but as a really buff, angry ginger midget with a drinking problem and a habbit of killing everything in front of him.)
Traits: - Inspirational Commander - Big
Flaws: - Drunk - Vanguard General
Strength: 12 Intelligence: -1 Charisma: 0
History:
Thorick is best described as the world's angriest, most belligerent dwarf capable of surviving on little more than rage and booze. He is the stuff of legends who claims to possess many titles, untold wealth and absolutely no trouble with crippling alcoholism. Anyone with a functioning brain can tell he's also terrible at lying. His origins are a mystery with some claiming he was the bastard child between a highland harlot and an especially attractive bear, others say he was a pit fighting slave who killed so many pit fighters, the arena went out of business because he killed his opponents faster than they could get new ones, yet other say he fell from the heavens in a flaming ball of rage as divine punishment upon the mortal world for one sin or another. Thorick himself is either too hammered or too busy with killing to really give consistent answers. He isn't the brightest candle in the castle (he's more akin to a brick in more ways than one) but if something needs killing, he will do it full force in such a way that it inspires those around him. He's come to the New World after being told that there's stuff that needs killing and enough wealth to potentially pay his ludicrous tavern debts.
Blood pooled on the metal flooring like red creeks that formed into crimson lakes as the last of the gunfire died down. A man claiming to be one "Captain Oliver" and the potential holy warrior Misha looked triumphant as the final three pirates who gave up their arms we now on their knees on the docks, the sun beaming down on them. One of them had a shoulder pauldron that gave a quick flash of light straight into Adept's face and the cultist felt the universe flow through him.
His eyes opened into the Realm of Star, the Void Above. His mind rushed through the cosmos like a rocket on a sea of black and he could only make out things in passing. The constellation of wonder at half tilt; a waning gibbous peering down upon the world; the blessed Ark of Armstrong; the constellation of mercy shinning brightly with Polaris at its head, Venus in full light; seven rings of Saturn above a blinding white light. And above all others, every star-saint in the Constellation of Redemption shone with the light of ten thousand fires. The stars had spoken to him, yes spoke in their ancient ethereal tongue they had. The Adept of Redemption had been shown the way in a blinding vision of faith and had the confidence of the universe behind him as he walked for the universe told him his path.
"Captain!" the preacher's voice carried with it the authority and confidence of a man personally touched by gods as he walked towards the ship only to see the man in question dissapear into the metal machine. Cursing under his breath, the Adept searched for someone else who could get him on the ship. Looking once more to the big burly man he thought of as a prime candidate for a warrior of faith, Adept directed himself towards Misha, "I believe that you will require a navigator for your ship!"
The Adept began to slowly walk over to the trio of defeated pirates, parting the crowds like ancient prophets with seas, "I am part of a mystic order of devotees to the God Star and its servants; I, as does most of my order, know a great deal on navigating through the use of heavenly bodies as we study them constantly. I have acted as navigator and priest aboard many a ships before and demand little; I am will to sleep anywhere and willing to take reduced pay."
"However," Adept stepped in front of the three pirates and looked down at them. He could see the mild fear in their eyes, the worried looks as the Adept towered over them and could feel their breaths in the air, "I simply request I may be allowed to spread the Gospel of the Stars and in addition, to take these three men aboard as my disciples."
Three jaws hit the ground harder than hand grenades against settlement walls. Rationalizing the priest's words was baffling and utterly bizarre, the lot of them would barely consider themselves religious, believing pirate traditions and myths at best. They were pirates, crooks and criminals, and yet this man wanted them to become his followers?
"I will personally vouch for them and in addition I shall tend over them and they shall sleep with me in my quarters. I shall watch over them and tend to their spiritual wellness as well as the crew's. In time they may even prove to be valuable crew members trained for I have seen the goodness in their hearts and their willingness for redemption in their souls. If nothing else, I presume they already have some experience in the running of the vessel which could be most useful."
Stepping back a few steps, Adept went through a fairly dramatic process of introducing his name, showmanship was a key component of preaching after all, "And if you are wondering who I am, I am an Adept of Redemption of the Celestial Chantry, at your most magnificent service."
Adept is a tall, lean man whose piousness radiates from him. His facial featuers are sharp, eyes are a bright, deep blue like the stars on a cold night and long hair dyed white. Although not stronger than the normal man, his stamina is something to behold, especially if a matter of faith or holy duties are involved. He many not be able to swing a hammer the fastest, but he will keep swinning the hammer longer after anyone else has already given up. Scars, burns and other marks of penitence and self flagellation cover his body with their owner proudly boasting them as blessed markings.
He wears elaborate, flowing white robes with yellow trim, a gift from his mentor when he was tasked to commune with the heavens and preach to the masses as a missionary. His tall, white hat easily catches the sun in such a way that its impossible to miss or ignore him. While his robes have gotten dirty, they are always expertly taken care for by their owner. Under his robes, a light, breathable cotton armor similar to that worn by Aztec warriors from the World That Was. A pair of brass cuffs protect his forearms.
PERSONALITY:
To understand Adept, you must understand the creed that the cult he is a devotee of, the Celestial Order. It is one of love, mercy, kindness and the complete eradication of those unworthy who have no room in their hearts for the Star God. Most of these people are raiders and pirates and other lowlife with normal superstitious wastelanders simply being potential converts. However those who preach another deity are the truest of heretics and must be converted before being burned for their sins of heresy.
A true zealous firebrand, Adept readily gave up his old name and took on the title of Adept of Redemption, studying and learning under the Prophet of Redemption. His belief is unwavering, his will is steel and his mind is fearless, Adept sees his mission as holy and seeks out to convert as many to the embrace of the Star God as he can with his powerful voice. He follows the holy book of the cult, the Solar Canon, as holy writ and takes great joy in giving sermons and converting others, even if most just find him annoying.
However, his zeal and devotion does give him some qualities that many crews and captains admire which grants Adept some leeway in his more religious tendencies. Like many of his cult, Adept lives an ascetic life and is more than happy to sleep in cargo holds, armories or even just on deck so long as he has somewhere to put his cult icon. In addition, his work ethic is highly reminiscent of the Protestant Work Ethic from the World that Was, able to work long hours with little rest. The fact that he, like many in his order, can be nocturnal also makes him a perfect candidate for a night guard. During combat, Adept has gotten enough experience with guns to be able to man deck guns at an acceptable level and is a surprisingly tough bastard in melee. Plus, while many won't admit it, some find it strangely calming or invigorating to have a fearless, loud priest shouting about how the Star God is protecting them and will smite their enemies.
BACKSTORY:
When asked about his background, Adept will simply scoff it off and state that whatever happened before joining the Celestial Order does not matter and all that matters is his new found holy purpose. Being one who actively denies his own past as caused quite a few rumors from his previous employers and coworkers. Some say he was a street urchin picked up by a cult member, some say he was born into it. Other say that he was a failed merchant, a destitute artisan or even a criminal pirate before he found the light. Regardless, even the Order itself doesn't divulge the histories of its members unless they were specifically born into it. All that is known is that he quickly took to the Order's teachings and lessons, excelling in book keeping, copying, preaching, and navigation through the use of holy celestial bodies.
What is known however is that roughly 13 years ago, the Adept of Redemption first appeared on top of a pile of tires in the middle of the market in a small town called Kynestown. Although many just assumed him to be some variation of the average preacher, the Adept had actually preached his word for several months without missing a day, a rare feat for the average street corner priest. Slowly he gained followers and turned them towards the Heavenly Fortress, the home base for the Celestial Order. Afterwards, he would be replaced by another member of the cult and he would vanish for a time.
Two years after leaving Kynestown, he arrived on a cliff side city known as Inyokerne where he would find his first position aboard an airship. Apparently he had received orders from the Prophet of Redemption to travel the skies in order to both gain new converts but also "commune with the endless void beyond". Since then he has been travelling from town to town, coming down from the heavens to spread the good word of the Star God, the Lord Solaris, the Lady Lunari and the Starbound Saints.
DESCRIPTION:
Adept is the textbook definition of an insane zealot, but a helpful insane zealot. He has served on a few ships and spent planet of times in market places trying to convert more members to the light of the Star God. He is fearless believing he has the protection of his patron and can hold his own in a melee fight. His ascetic and low maintenance cost is what gets him on many ships as he often only request a third of the pay of most other crew members so long as he may pray and preach. He tends to the spiritual well being of a ship (so he likes to think) and has a very strong work ethic that makes him ideal for tasks such as hauling and and cleaning. The fact that many of his order are also nocturnal (including him) makes Adept a perfect candidates for nightly watches. His proudest achievement was converting the Captain of a C rank ship.
SKILLS:
Preaching and Orating
Religious and Spiritual Matters
Endurance
Navigation
Cult Connections
Equipment:
A copy of the Celestial Order's holy text he copied himself: the Astralnomicon; the Book of Stars
A brass disc, intricately carved by cult artisans with the symbol of the Order, the Holy Star
A Censer styled like an old gothic lantern
A staff with an ornament a star within a circle and a ribbon going through the circle, also has loose-hanging rings that jingle.
QUIRKS:
Knows how to quickly start a fire (useful for burning heretics)
Can write extremely quickly
Mildly paranoid of "shadow heretics" and "abyssal demons", sometimes thinks he can see them from the corner of his eye
Knows how to make the Order's secret "Golden Geleece", a strong alcoholic brew sometimes used in rituals and sometimes sold for cash
Really, really enjoys the rushing wind while on an airship, especially at night.
"And I say unto thee, lest not the darkness of thine hearts weight thy down! Nay, let the flames of thine sould burn brightly as the most holy stars! By the constellation of mercy, may lost find their way by the Saint Polaris, the guiding Star of the North! May the downtrodden find their faith by the Constellation of Hope! And may all those who are willing find a most holy sanctuary in the heavenly embraces of the Lord of Stars!"
The Adept of Redemption had gathered a sizable crowd today with his sermons, it filled his heart seeing so many listening to the holy canon of the Order. He had been preaching since before dawn when the first merchant were setting up for the day and he had planned to only leave upon sundown for a short rest and then attending to his nightly duties of studying the cosmos. Standing atop his makeshift alter, he had managed to build up his tiny holy spot fairly nicely in the weeks since he had arrived in Melin. He had found the cloth to drape over several crates to form an alter, a worn rug he found by the side of the road was folded on itself and used as a spot to knee before the alter should any willing converts come forth. A pair of broken dressers was saved from being scrapped and was now used as a confessional booth; the Adept had heard many, many confessions from the townsfolk, some mundane, some scandalous and a few honestly a bit terrifying, but through his fait hand vows, Adept kept them close and told no one. Even though most only came to get something off their chests, the simple act of confession seemed to help them cope with their lives.
A brave soul stepped forth from the ringed crowd and kneed on to the moth-eaten rug in front of the alter. The man seemed pale and wasted, a long robe that had been torn and sewn back together more times than the man could probably count covered his frame. In his hands, he clutched a soft hat, likely the only article of value on his person and bowed to the Adept of Redemption, "G-good sir! W-what does the S-star Lord say of a m-man such as m-myself?"
One good look and Adept had already read him like a bool. The man of obviously poor and had been most of his life. The fact he did not cover his face agianst the winds with his hands spoke of how he likely slept outside, exposed to the elements for so long he got used to the gale. His pitiful excuse for shoes were little more than raw canvas strapped over his scarred and leathery feet with sinews of rope. A faint scent of alcohol spoke of a sad tale of bar tabs and tavern debts. In short, this was exactly the kind of man who needed some slim glimmer of faith and hope in his life - the glimmer, of a star.
"The stars speak of greatness for men such as thine self!" Adept softened his tone but kept his booming voice in the hopes that more would come forth, "I see that you are such a man who, poor in body, is rich and great in soul! Through the blessings of the constellations, I can see unto the soul, beyond the mortal flesh and see that you have seen the light of the Stars yet you are chained by fear! Embrace the choir within your soul that seeks communion with powers greater than you, than me, than any before us! Join us! Confess thou faith and thou shant fear no demon, no foe, no evil!"
The beggar man looked up at the Adept of Redemption and saw a holy light surround the priest, a golden glow of light shown off his brass accouterments and an aura of pious faith surrounded the white robes of the Adept. Silently he nodded and stood to his feet, Adept knew he was ready to embark on the great journey with the stars. "Brothers! Sisters! Bear witness as this man join the God of the Stars for he has seen the rainbow bridge across the skies to the realms beyond!" The Adept took some of his water and sprinkled it over the man as he walked in circles, chanting the ritual words, "May the Lord Solaris bless thee with courage! Amen! May the Lady Lunari bless thee with love! Amen! May the Astral Saints bless thee with righteousness! Amen! And may our Emperor Stellaris bless thee with his divine will! Good sir, what is your name!"
"I-its Leric..."
"Than Leric, do you confess your sins unto our lords?"
"Y-yes..."
"Do you wish to see the infinite wisdom of the cosmos?"
"Y-yes."
"Do you accept the divine astral canon to be holy writ and blessed law?"
"Yes."
"Then are you ready to form this most holy of bonds, this most sacred of covenants with the Stars!"
"Yes!"
"Then I pronounce you baptized in the holy radiance of a thousand stars! A hundred suns and a hundred moons! And the watchful vigilance of the Star God!" From the shadows in nearby stall, a pair of children bearing the sigil that the Adept had and tugged on the man's hands, playfully asking him to follow them and dancing around. Their exuberance brought on a faint crack of a smile on the man's face, the first he likely had in a long, long time. Together they made their way through the marked and towards an abandoned workshop that a number of previous converts were slowly being converted into a proper temple of the Star God, a Holy Observatory.
With the baptizing finished, Adept prepared to resume his preaching as he and his flock saw the airship finally coming into land. Although upset that his crowd was dispersing, Adept's eyes sparked when he saw the big man being escorted off the ship. He was huge and likely equally strong. The Order could always use strong guardians like him to protect the faithful, a warden against the abyss, a knight in only slightly rusted armor. Gathering his Astralnomicon, his staff and his censer, Adept parted the crowd as he made his way towards the airship, hoping that he would be able to spot where the man named Misha would betaken so that he may show the big man the vastness of the stars. Of course, that was the plan and that plan had gone out the window as soon as someone shouted a bounty on the ship's crew and gun fire broke out.
As the crowd either panicked or went wild, Adept simply slowed his pace down and began to ponder what could the Star God have meant through these events and if he had seen these in the constellations the night before or something, completely oblivious to the fact there was a very real chance of him getting trampled.
Adept is a tall, lean man whose piousness radiates from him. His facial featuers are sharp, eyes are a bright, deep blue like the stars on a cold night and long hair dyed white. Although not stronger than the normal man, his stamina is something to behold, especially if a matter of faith or holy duties are involved. He many not be able to swing a hammer the fastest, but he will keep swinning the hammer longer after anyone else has already given up. Scars, burns and other marks of penitence and self flagellation cover his body with their owner proudly boasting them as blessed markings.
He wears elaborate, flowing white robes with yellow trim, a gift from his mentor when he was tasked to commune with the heavens and preach to the masses as a missionary. His tall, white hat easily catches the sun in such a way that its impossible to miss or ignore him. While his robes have gotten dirty, they are always expertly taken care for by their owner. Under his robes, a light, breathable cotton armor similar to that worn by Aztec warriors from the World That Was. A pair of brass cuffs protect his forearms.
PERSONALITY:
To understand Adept, you must understand the creed that the cult he is a devotee of, the Celestial Order. It is one of love, mercy, kindness and the complete eradication of those unworthy who have no room in their hearts for the Star God. Most of these people are raiders and pirates and other lowlife with normal superstitious wastelanders simply being potential converts. However those who preach another deity are the truest of heretics and must be converted before being burned for their sins of heresy.
A true zealous firebrand, Adept readily gave up his old name and took on the title of Adept of Redemption, studying and learning under the Prophet of Redemption. His belief is unwavering, his will is steel and his mind is fearless, Adept sees his mission as holy and seeks out to convert as many to the embrace of the Star God as he can with his powerful voice. He follows the holy book of the cult, the Solar Canon, as holy writ and takes great joy in giving sermons and converting others, even if most just find him annoying.
However, his zeal and devotion does give him some qualities that many crews and captains admire which grants Adept some leeway in his more religious tendencies. Like many of his cult, Adept lives an ascetic life and is more than happy to sleep in cargo holds, armories or even just on deck so long as he has somewhere to put his cult icon. In addition, his work ethic is highly reminiscent of the Protestant Work Ethic from the World that Was, able to work long hours with little rest. The fact that he, like many in his order, can be nocturnal also makes him a perfect candidate for a night guard. During combat, Adept has gotten enough experience with guns to be able to man deck guns at an acceptable level and is a surprisingly tough bastard in melee. Plus, while many won't admit it, some find it strangely calming or invigorating to have a fearless, loud priest shouting about how the Star God is protecting them and will smite their enemies.
BACKSTORY:
When asked about his background, Adept will simply scoff it off and state that whatever happened before joining the Celestial Order does not matter and all that matters is his new found holy purpose. Being one who actively denies his own past as caused quite a few rumors from his previous employers and coworkers. Some say he was a street urchin picked up by a cult member, some say he was born into it. Other say that he was a failed merchant, a destitute artisan or even a criminal pirate before he found the light. Regardless, even the Order itself doesn't divulge the histories of its members unless they were specifically born into it. All that is known is that he quickly took to the Order's teachings and lessons, excelling in book keeping, copying, preaching, and navigation through the use of holy celestial bodies.
What is known however is that roughly 13 years ago, the Adept of Redemption first appeared on top of a pile of tires in the middle of the market in a small town called Kynestown. Although many just assumed him to be some variation of the average preacher, the Adept had actually preached his word for several months without missing a day, a rare feat for the average street corner priest. Slowly he gained followers and turned them towards the Heavenly Fortress, the home base for the Celestial Order. Afterwards, he would be replaced by another member of the cult and he would vanish for a time.
Two years after leaving Kynestown, he arrived on a cliff side city known as Inyokerne where he would find his first position aboard an airship. Apparently he had received orders from the Prophet of Redemption to travel the skies in order to both gain new converts but also "commune with the endless void beyond". Since then he has been travelling from town to town, coming down from the heavens to spread the good word of the Star God, the Lord Solaris, the Lady Lunari and the Starbound Saints.
DESCRIPTION:
Adept is the textbook definition of an insane zealot, but a helpful insane zealot. He has served on a few ships and spent planet of times in market places trying to convert more members to the light of the Star God. He is fearless believing he has the protection of his patron and can hold his own in a melee fight. His ascetic and low maintenance cost is what gets him on many ships as he often only request a third of the pay of most other crew members so long as he may pray and preach. He tends to the spiritual well being of a ship (so he likes to think) and has a very strong work ethic that makes him ideal for tasks such as hauling and and cleaning. The fact that many of his order are also nocturnal (including him) makes Adept a perfect candidates for nightly watches. His proudest achievement was converting the Captain of a C rank ship.
SKILLS:
Preaching and Orating
Religious and Spiritual Matters
Endurance
Navigation
Cult Connections
Equipment:
A copy of the Celestial Order's holy text he copied himself: the Astralnomicon; the Book of Stars
A brass disc, intricately carved by cult artisans with the symbol of the Order, the Holy Star
A Censer styled like an old gothic lantern
A staff with an ornament a star within a circle and a ribbon going through the circle, also has loose-hanging rings that jingle.
QUIRKS:
Knows how to quickly start a fire (useful for burning heretics)
Can write extremely quickly
Mildly paranoid of "shadow heretics" and "abyssal demons", sometimes thinks he can see them from the corner of his eye
Knows how to make the Order's secret "Golden Geleece", a strong alcoholic brew sometimes used in rituals and sometimes sold for cash
Really, really enjoys the rushing wind while on an airship, especially at night.
Adept is a tall, lean man whose piousness radiates from him. His facial featuers are sharp, eyes are a bright, deep blue like the stars on a cold night and long hair dyed white. Although not stronger than the normal man, his stamina is something to behold, especially if a matter of faith or holy duties are involved. He many not be able to swing a hammer the fastest, but he will keep swinning the hammer longer after anyone else has already given up. Scars, burns and other marks of penitence and self flagellation cover his body with their owner proudly boasting them as blessed markings.
He wears elaborate, flowing white robes with yellow trim, a gift from his mentor when he was tasked to commune with the heavens and preach to the masses as a missionary. His tall, white hat easily catches the sun in such a way that its impossible to miss or ignore him. While his robes have gotten dirty, they are always expertly taken care for by their owner. Under his robes, a light, breathable cotton armor similar to that worn by Aztec warriors from the World That Was. A pair of brass cuffs protect his forearms.
PERSONALITY:
To understand Adept, you must understand the creed that the cult he is a devotee of, the Celestial Order. It is one of love, mercy, kindness and the complete eradication of those unworthy who have no room in their hearts for the Star God. Most of these people are raiders and pirates and other lowlife with normal superstitious wastelanders simply being potential converts. However those who preach another deity are the truest of heretics and must be converted before being burned for their sins of heresy.
A true zealous firebrand, Adept readily gave up his old name and took on the title of Adept of Redemption, studying and learning under the Prophet of Redemption. His belief is unwavering, his will is steel and his mind is fearless, Adept sees his mission as holy and seeks out to convert as many to the embrace of the Star God as he can with his powerful voice. He follows the holy book of the cult, the Solar Canon, as holy writ and takes great joy in giving sermons and converting others, even if most just find him annoying.
However, his zeal and devotion does give him some qualities that many crews and captains admire which grants Adept some leeway in his more religious tendencies. Like many of his cult, Adept lives an ascetic life and is more than happy to sleep in cargo holds, armories or even just on deck so long as he has somewhere to put his cult icon. In addition, his work ethic is highly reminiscent of the Protestant Work Ethic from the World that Was, able to work long hours with little rest. The fact that he, like many in his order, can be nocturnal also makes him a perfect candidate for a night guard. During combat, Adept has gotten enough experience with guns to be able to man deck guns at an acceptable level and is a surprisingly tough bastard in melee. Plus, while many won't admit it, some find it strangely calming or invigorating to have a fearless, loud priest shouting about how the Star God is protecting them and will smite their enemies.
BACKSTORY:
When asked about his background, Adept will simply scoff it off and state that whatever happened before joining the Celestial Order does not matter and all that matters is his new found holy purpose. Being one who actively denies his own past as caused quite a few rumors from his previous employers and coworkers. Some say he was a street urchin picked up by a cult member, some say he was born into it. Other say that he was a failed merchant, a destitute artisan or even a criminal pirate before he found the light. Regardless, even the Order itself doesn't divulge the histories of its members unless they were specifically born into it. All that is known is that he quickly took to the Order's teachings and lessons, excelling in book keeping, copying, preaching, and navigation through the use of holy celestial bodies.
What is known however is that roughly 13 years ago, the Adept of Redemption first appeared on top of a pile of tires in the middle of the market in a small town called Kynestown. Although many just assumed him to be some variation of the average preacher, the Adept had actually preached his word for several months without missing a day, a rare feat for the average street corner priest. Slowly he gained followers and turned them towards the Heavenly Fortress, the home base for the Celestial Order. Afterwards, he would be replaced by another member of the cult and he would vanish for a time.
Two years after leaving Kynestown, he arrived on a cliff side city known as Inyokerne where he would find his first position aboard an airship. Apparently he had received orders from the Prophet of Redemption to travel the skies in order to both gain new converts but also "commune with the endless void beyond". Since then he has been travelling from town to town, coming down from the heavens to spread the good word of the Star God, the Lord Solaris, the Lady Lunari and the Starbound Saints.
DESCRIPTION:
Adept is the textbook definition of an insane zealot, but a helpful insane zealot. He has served on a few ships and spent planet of times in market places trying to convert more members to the light of the Star God. He is fearless believing he has the protection of his patron and can hold his own in a melee fight. His ascetic and low maintenance cost is what gets him on many ships as he often only request a third of the pay of most other crew members so long as he may pray and preach. He tends to the spiritual well being of a ship (so he likes to think) and has a very strong work ethic that makes him ideal for tasks such as hauling and and cleaning. The fact that many of his order are also nocturnal (including him) makes Adept a perfect candidates for nightly watches. His proudest achievement was converting the Captain of a C rank ship.
SKILLS:
Preaching and Orating
Religious and Spiritual Matters
Endurance
Navigation
Cult Connections
Equipment:
A copy of the Celestial Order's holy text he copied himself: the Astralnomicon; the Book of Stars
A brass disc, intricately carved by cult artisans with the symbol of the Order, the Holy Star
A Censer styled like an old gothic lantern
A staff with an ornament a star within a circle and a ribbon going through the circle, also has loose-hanging rings that jingle.
QUIRKS:
Knows how to quickly start a fire (useful for burning heretics)
Can write extremely quickly
Mildly paranoid of "shadow heretics" and "abyssal demons", sometimes thinks he can see them from the corner of his eye
Knows how to make the Order's secret "Golden Geleece", a strong alcoholic brew sometimes used in rituals and sometimes sold for cash
Really, really enjoys the rushing wind while on an airship, especially at night.
Thin Black Line - A sense of duty and bravery is instilled into every Korlann soldier with drills modeled after the famed Mordian and Praetorian regiments. While no where near as strict and brutal, the 99th is without a doubt a stalward and steadfast regiment; a reliable unit with a proud history of service, honor and almost no desertions.
Stiff Upper Lip - While not specially adapted to any singular enviroment to the degree a Catachan or a Valhallan regiment may be, the Korlann 99th has served across dozens of worlds and hundreds of terrains, landscapes and ecosystems. They are an adaptable lot and will stoically endure nearly any environment (with more than the occasional grumbling) barring a few extreme examples.
Regimental Weaknesses
Baggage Train - A slow moving, foot-based regiment to begin with, all Korlann regiments are accompanied by a herd of camp followers and the 99th is no exception. With few vehicles outside of a few chimeras, civilian trucks and ambulances, the 99th marches everywhere it goes with its attendants. Although some of these followers are as hearty as the soldiers themselves and provide certain luxuries while allowing the soldiers to focus on their own duties, it does little to increase the speed of their movements making them vulnerable to raids and lighting attacks.
Indolent Nobles - An unfortunate trait exhibited by many noble commanders across the Imperium, the noble-born officers of the 99th are either unsuited for their positions as they are either cowardly or simply incompetent. Its said that only a combination of the actions of the lower ranking NCOs and skills of Lord Marshal Cain that the regiment has averted compete and utter disaster.
Psyker Commander - An abrasive and ambitious man, Lord Marshal Cain was long thought to have extraordinary luck and foresight which when combined with several family connections, propelled him through the ranks. A latent pysker, he was only properly registered and later trained when he a pysker from another regiment identified him as one. Although he has since been properly trained and his powered honed, rumors and omens spread about both internally and externally despite the great benefit his powers of Divination and slight powers in Telekinesis. His cold and often apathetic attitude does him few favors either.
"The March of the Imperium can't afford to pause for the likes of you." - Lord Marshal Cain to Warboss Grazwakka.
Daily Morning Muster
3,000 troops + 700 camp followers
The most basic unit of command of the regiments of Korlann is the 20 man platoon consisting of a sergeant, a banner bearer, a heavy weapons team and 16 soldiers of the line. The most common of these heavy weapons is either a Heavy Bolter or a Lascannon. The traditional firing line has the heavy weapon placed in the center right in front of the sergeant and the banner bearer with eight men on either side of the heavy weapon formed into two rows of four. The banner bearer is also the platoon vox caster.
Above the platoon is the company, formed of 4 platoons and a command platoon and an artillery attachment. Platoon command is identical to the regular platoon except consist of 11 men with specialized communications equipment instead of a heavy weapon but are granted command of a Griffon or a Basilisk artillery piece.
A battalion is formed from 6 companies totaling 600 men and the entire regiment holds five battalions under its banner. Battalion command consists entirely of special members and lacks any guardsmen. Such members include: 2 quartermaster, 4 master surgeons, 1 enginseer, 3 vox casters, 5 commissars, 2 junior commissars, a Major, a banner bearer and assistant.
Each battalion also has a single company of horse to accompany them. These Horse Guards are always of noble blood and are not divided up into smaller subsections. Unlike many Imperial cavalry units, Korlann companies of horse do not carry hunting lances and instead use cut down carbines and chain sabers. Typically used for scouting, these noble riders are the only non-command troops allowed to wear capes or animal skins. Indeed many companies of horse have their riders wear the pelt of a beast the wearer has personally slain during their initial recruitment ritual.
Beyond the simple soldiers, camp followers are also a common sight. These are typically women either related to or a solder indentured servants as well as other persons whose skills are valuable to the regiment. Camp followers include; cooks, servants, cleaners, tailors, confessors, priests, nurses, squires, logisticians, translators, wenches, and engineers.
Quartermaster's Inventory
Mars Pattern Lasrifles x 3,100; Standard issue
Laspistols x 1,200; Standard issue side arm for officers of all rank
Hotshot Powerpacks x 7,000; 99th prefers well aimed, powerful shots over rapid spraying
Korlann-pattern Bayonet x 3,200; Long and sleek, perfect to pierce the hide of heretics
Black Korlann Uniforms x 3,200; War is no excuse to fight in unsightly uniforms
Flak Armor x 3,100; Standard issue, include shoulder guards, styled to look like metal
Blessed Chain Sabres x 550; For Horse Guard companies, blessed in exchanges for knightly vows
Power Swords x 100; For high ranking officers only
Carapace Armor x 650; For Horse Guard and high ranking Officers only
Frag Grenades x 8,000; Each man gets a pair
Krak Grenades x 8,000; Each man gets a pair
Heavy Bolters x 50; For Heavy Weapon Squads
Lascannons x 40, For Heavy Weapon Squads
Autocannons x 30; For Heavy Weapon Squads
Motor Pool Registry
Griffon Heavy Mortar Carrier x 60; Company Support
Basilisk Heavy Artillery x 40; Company Support
Chimera APC x 18; For officer use mostly
Goliath x 6; Unarmed, used for transport and construction
Assorted civilian trucks and ambulances
"Is al'ight sir, all in a day's work eh?" - Last words of Pvt. T. Atkins.
Enlistment Standards
Recruitment is done by a lottery system on Korlann where every citizen from age 15 to 35 must enter at least one ticket into the system. Citizens may enter their name more than once for the ability to earn bonuses such as days off from work, additional pay, more rations and certain luxuries. There is no limit to the number of times one may put their name in, but the local administration tends to "forget" to give bonuses past five tickets.
Volunteers are also welcomed with open arms during recruitment and while they receive no bonus from the lottery system, they receive special bonuses for their patriotism and willingness to serve the God-Emperor. Such bonuses include additional rations and preferential treatment when it comes to promotion or assigning to important positions. Most NCOs are indeed volunteers which has created a strong tradition of competent lower-ranking officers that are sometimes even better than their noble commissioned counter parts.
The nobility of Korlann does not take part in the lottery system, finding it distasteful in addition to being exempt from it due to ancient decrees. However, instead they must enroll at least one child per generation into the Royal Arsenal Academy to be trained as commissioned officers. Their training is decidedly less physical and much more academic with trainees studying manners of logistics, leadership, formations and even linguistic diplomacy for interacting with other regiments. The fact that such officers aren't always competent or even willing means that Korlann regiments have an unfortunate tenancy of incompetent leadership, saved only by the skills of the lower ranking officers.
Commander Dossier
Traditions
Korlann is a rather unique plant as once it was a primitive world best comparable to Terra in its late Iron Age. Upon being discovered by the van Korhold Rogue Trader dynasty in M37, the planet was named "Korlann" after them and what followed was one of the most successful technological and societal upliftings to date. Since then, the planet has slowly become what is a "proto-hive world" with the beginnings of hives appearing across the surface. Although not exceedingly blessed with natural resources, it lays on a critical calm zone in the Warp making it an extremely common stop for anyone heading into the Hadran Sector in Segmentum Pacificus. Due to this key location, it has made a great fortune for being a center of trade and communications. Decades of politicing and religious negotiation has also let a few Ministorum holy sites to be built and sanctioned on the planet, bringing in handfuls of pilgrims regularly.
Korlannders have since become accustom to the myriad of cultures and persons that often stop by their world to refuel ships and pick up supplies. From the eccentric crews of Rogue Traders to highly esteemed Administrum officials, from the secretive Inquisitorial agents to the innumerable Imperial Guard regiments, the star ports and space stations are constantly abuzz with activity. Even in the more rural villages, people often see glimpses of such colorful people. This constant barrage of foreign cultures has made the people of Korlann more receptive to those hailing from other worlds although will still see themselves as superior; such is the famous Korlann "soft arrogance".
Another bonus of its strategic position is that it has a great deal of local power and can even call in favors from surrounding worlds. Many once petty nobles have married into highly esteemed Imperial families and dynasties, creating an intricate network of marriages, alliances and loyalties that crisscross the surrounding sectors and beyond. The guard regiments also take full advantage of this and often recruit veteran guardsmen from disbanded companies to train their own soldiers. Some regiments take heavily off of their trainers, going as far as to modify their uniforms to emulate that of more famous regiments (the 99th is one of the regiments who are not subscribed to this practice).
At one point in time, the van Korhold Dynasty held personal dominion over the planet and surrounding systems, but relinquished control of them to the Administratum over something known as the "Ravens Incident". No one on Korlann really knows what happened in this incident but neither the van Korholds who have since moved on or the Administratum is speaking.
"Seems we are doomed to die on this rock; face forward and ready your rifles. Wouldn't want to give the Emperor a poor first impression would we now?" - Last words of Col. Wensley to his troops on Jorvug 4.
The Griskan 39th, also known as the Iron Lions, are classified as a "mobile artillery" regiment that's 2,500 men and women strong. They excel at bringing devastating, close range artillery support to the front line for immediate barrages. They advance behind the main push, establishing "fall back" lines so should the advance falter, it doesn't have to retreat all the way back to the original main line. Where as traditional artillery regiments may require set up time and are generally unable to provide meaningful support should the enemy be too close, the Griskan Gunners can bring down the hammer where other regiments would worry about firing "danger close".
Regimental Flaws
Although able to quickly set up and maneuver around the battlefeild, the Griskan Gunners lack the more traditional heavy artillery such as Basilisks and Colossus. This means that their firepower lacks the punching power that a more traditional provides. In addition, their proximity to the front line means they are at a considerable danger of being overwhelmed unlike other artillery regiments who stay far behind. More than one regiment has been wiped out when their fallback lines failed. In addition, many would consider what the Griskans have to be outdated and more at home in a PDF regiment than a true guard regiment as seen with their use of vehicles such as Goliath trucks and Medusa siege guns. Griskan regiments also have a bad habit of flaunting "faux bravery" as they see themselves more courageous than other artillery regiments but have a tendency of deligating actions of real courage to infantry regiments citing that said regiments are "better equipped to handle them" and that "mobile artillery is still technically just artillery".
Regimental Organization:
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Regimental Armoury Allocation: Here we describe what armaments your regiment brings to bear, and [how it brings it to bear As an example (doesn't need the same level of detail) for the above regiment: Kantrael Short Pattern Lasgun: Standard Lasgun of the Regiment's Guardsmen x2,000 power packs x10,000 M35 Magna-Core Plasma Gun: Issued to all Special-Weapons troops x260 Flak Armour: Issued to all but officers, x2000 Carapace Issued to Platoon Commanders and Sergeants x100 Chimera [multi-laser refitted in favour of autocannon] x24 issued to platoon and company command squads. Kantrael Pattern Laspistol: x1000 issued to officers and other troops x1000 power packs (separate from lasguns) Hell Hammer Pattern Lascannon: Issued to every heavy weapons team, x60 Heavy Stubber: issued as a special weapon to each guardsman squad. x60 (2,000 bullets each) Duelling Blade: A Ceramite-Plasteel-Adamantium composite sword of moderate weight, used for outriders and other troops x1,000
Quartermaster's Logs
5,500 x Mars Pattern Lasgun w/ 8,000 Power Packs and 6,500 bayonets; standard issue armament.
Full sets of Griskan Warplate; standard issue armor.
Chain Halberds; issued to the rank of Sargent.
Accatran Pattern, Mark XI Combat Shotguns; issued to all NCOs
Mordian-styled Power Swords; issued to all COs
Accatran Pattern Mark II Laspistol; issued to all COs
An important thing to note is that while detail is appreciated and desired, you should not make it so much that you will be hurt or upset at the loss of them.
Name: Lourant of Ulgramor, "the Bernard" Age:58 (has had rejunivation treatments) Gender: Male
Physical Description:
What do they look like? Pictures may be linked but if it's just a picture so help me God. If it's an anime picture, so help you God.
Equipment:
What are they expert at?
Personality:
Lourant of Ulgramor is the product of an intricate network of noble marriages that span the subsector. He's had a fairly sheltered childhood and tends to see the world as much softer and lighter than it often is. Uncompromising on his morals and zealous in his beliefs unless massive evidence is used to disprove, Lourant's sense of honor has more than once overtaken his sense of reason. He famously once let a heretic mutant champion pick up his weapon in a duel as fighting a man who is unarmed is dishonorable and not sporting at all. Despite his idealism however, he is still tolerated and even appreciated by the men under him as his sense of heroics often causes him to stay at the front and try to mingle as best he can with the average trooper. His nickname is proof of it as "Bernard" is a derogatory term among most Griskan regiments describing incompetent noble commanders, but Lourant has actually encouraged his men to call him that.
Capabilities:
Inspiring Troops
Being Diplomatic with other Regiments
Failings:
What are they expert at?
Regimental History: Quite simple. I'd prefer you include at least one triumph and one catastrophe; unless they are a freshly raised regiment.
Regimental/Planetary Culture: Also quite simple. What's their home like? What do these people look like? What's their interpretation of the Imperial Cult? Do they speak High Gothic, a local tongue or both?
Regimental Culture
The 39th is considered one of the "Rusted Regiments" of Griskan, named so as they are so old that their founding monument on Griskan has began to rust. Every regiment raised on Griskan is granted a founding monument, a symbol casted to either represent them or their sacred task. Of the hundreds of regiments that have served the Emperor, only about a dozen have had the honor of being a Rusted Regiment. Of course, all of this is only really a half truth as like many of the Rusted, the 39th has been decimated, reformed, destroyed, reorganized and combined several times over its history.
The start of the day marks a every important ceremony which takes place among the 39th and can be split up into two parts: the First Shot and the Ringing of the Bell. The Ringing of the Bell is when all of the guardsmen walk up and ring a copy of the Bell of Lost Souls. This is done to signal the official start of the day as well as prayer and reminder of the vows taken by the regiment upon leaving their home world. The 39th takes this to a whole new level by equipping all of its officers with a smaller silver bell.
The First Shot ceremony which a specially carved shell with the name of the enemy or enemy commander engraved upon it is fired ahead of the day's main salvo. Carving the name of the enemy on to artillery shells and other ordinance is common among all Griskan regiments, likely due to the planetary tradition of carving oaths, vows or promises into stone and other hard materials. Its said doing so allows the shell to more accurately find important targets in the chaos of battle. On the note of carving names, the same practice is done to vehicles to show their age and experience. Any vehicle with less than a certain number of names and/or blast marks, holes or burnt marks is considered "unbaptized" and generally more unlucky. Unbaptized vehicles are also less likely to be given more prodigious assignments and are often placed further back in the firing line.
Religiously, the Griskans 39th are no less and no more devout than any other regiment but have a more polytheistic worship of the Emperor by including various saints in their prayers. While there are the common guard saints such as Ollanius Pious, there are a number of others such as Sister Amzerala the Orkbane, Redbarrow Sarge the Born-to-be-Leader and Helcalin the Forgefather. Strangest of them all however is a little known saint known as Saint Euclid, the Patron Saint of Geometry. While extremely strange to many at first glance, anyone who knows about the saint and the nature of artillery will immediately recognize the importance of his worship.
Planetary Culture
Recruitment
Recruitment is done by a lottery system on Griskan where every citizen from age 15 to 35 must enter at least one ticket into the system. Citizens may enter their name more than once for the ability to earn bonuses such as days off from work, additional pay, more rations and certain luxuries. There is no limit to the number of times one may put their name in, but the local administration tends to "forget" to give bonuses past five tickets.
Volunteers are also welcomed with open arms during recruitment and while they receive no bonus from the lottery system, they receive special bonuses for their patriotism and willingness to serve the God-Emperor. Such bonuses include additional rations and preferential treatment when it comes to promotion or assigning to important positions. Most NCOs are indeed volunteers which has created a strong tradition of competent lower-ranking officers that are sometimes even better than their noble commissioned counter parts.
The nobility of Griskan does not take part in the lottery system, finding it distasteful in addition to being exempt from it due to ancient decrees. However, instead they must enroll at least one child per generation into the Royal Arsenal Academy to be trained as commissioned officers. Their training is decidedly less physical and much more academic with trainees studying manners of logistics, leadership, formations and even linguistic diplomacy for interacting with other regiments. The fact that such officers aren't always competent or even willing means that Griskan regiments have an unfortunate tenancy of incompetent leadership, saved only by the skills of the lower ranking officers.
Loheir leaned on his sword, his nostrels flaired at the scent of burnt flesh and ash. It was an odor he was far too familiar with and one which still tugged at his being. The voices of Holoheim haunted the very back of his mind, their cries blowing in the distant winds. Although none of them knew and many would rather him not, Loheir remembered all of them by name and face. There was Wilburg the Butcher who'd give him raw scraps of venisons on occasoin, Brunida the Innkeeper who gave him the cold bed and an even colder stew, little Dietsar who-
Emotion dragged the Bretonnian's heart down as he lost himself to his memories. Years of "questing" had taken a toil on him for all the comrades he watched die, all the innocents he failed to save, all the vows he couldn't up hold. He sniffled spat out a wad of spit on the ground; had he been younger he would have likely started to weep right then and there. But he had since long cried all his tears out and just like him, his eyes had no more tears to sacrifice.
The knight's mind shifted to a memory of a distant battle on the Bretonnian-Imperial border against a mob of vile Orks. Loheir remembered how he cried out for a surgeon, an apothocary, a priest, anyone to save his dying friends. But no one came and he watched them all die one by one in his arms. A voice rang in the distand winds, just barely louder than the shrill cries of help that paused for a second, "You watched them as they fell. You held their hands tight as they died, hoping they'd drag you down with them."
Through gritted teeth, Loheir banished the voice from his mind and forced himself back into reality. The voice was getting louder everyday it seemed but the man only allowed a fraction of his mind to wonder what it really meant; he dare not focus his entire mind and truly ponder its implications. Still in the recovery period, his veteran senses forced him to duck the second he heard the "thwunk" of an arrow embedding itself somewhere. By whatever was still out there in the heavens, Loheir hoped that it was either that halfing or that hunter and wasn't someone trying to add him to the number of bodies in front of him. At least not yet.
