Eisenhorn

They Came from the Warp: A few Warhammer 40,000 ideas

The Deathwatch would certainly be allowed, as would the Ecclesiarchy.

A Hunt of Blood and Gears { Eisenhorn and Fairy Tale Dreamer }

Adrian was patrolling the port side of the airship still, the airship's engine humming lowly, barely idling the airship forward as its crew scanned the forest for anyone out and about. Even if they grabbed someone and they turned out human, it was suspicious enough to be out in the woods at night, especially as word of the vampires living out here spread and the lethal nature of such beasts became more and more apparent to the masses. There were men from all walks of life aboard the vessel, which would not be immediately apparent as most of the crew wore crude gasmasks, unlike the own, more advanced variant around Adrian's neck, or masks wrapped from the same material as the cloaks and heavy coats that they wore to ward off the night chill. The airship itself was reminiscent of most of the ships that utilized the sea and sail to move, although this was in appearance alone. The propellers were powered by the steam generation from the ships on board generator, providing constant wind for the sails to help drive the ship forward in conjunction with the other engines, and the engines that jutted over the air and ground could be swiveled in place to allow them to maintain the ships elevation. This model could not go very high, heavily reliant on the air to remain airborne, but it was enough to provide a clear advantage over ground forces.

The watchman on the rear of the ship called out that he spotted someone tailing their ship on the ground, which brought Adrian, and several others, running back, looking over the rear of the ship to look for the figure that the watch stander had been called out to the rest of them. The sudden burst of activity would not be readily lost on anyone watching from a distance, as the ship started to slow down even more, starting to turn and several figures on its upper decks running to and fro, detail still not clear from the steam exhaust from the engines. The ship was lowering to the ground, although not actually touching down, the bottom of the ship was clearly not designed for that. The whole affair would take a small bit of time, credit to the agile handling by the ship's helmsman in his control that it did not take far longer, and as it was almost touching the ground, a ramp dropped down from the side's lower deck. Several men came running down the side, lead by Adrian, taking his natural role as a Captain and leader of men. The ramp was withdrawn, hunting party of half a dozen men disgorged, and the airship started rising and immediately started heading right for where the female had been spotted. Said ship would hover just out of reasonable reach, now clearly tracking her.

The half dozen on the ground were those used to this sort of work, tracking and hunting, with the exception of Adrian, who was expected to hang to the rear of the group of six, his rifle having a slow rate of fire and better suited to a distance. Whether this was a thrall of a vampire, an actual vampire, or some poor lass just out at the wrong time, none of them knew. But they knew their orders, which didn't sit too well with them. Something was brewing, an all new high of activity amongst the vampires, and the Order needed to know why. The best way to figure this out? Capture one of their kind, and their job was modified. Take her alive, or not dead again in the case of the vampire, and bring her back. Their kit had sturdy nets, the rounds in Adrian's rifle would not kill a vampire unless it was so vastly underfed that odds were it wouldn't have known anything useful anything, although he carried rounds that were more than lethal to their kind just in case. The crew aboard the airship itself would not try and drop nets or anything, it would hinder the ground team more than help them. Adrain was in de facto control, and snapped out orders. "Alright gentlemen, we know the game. Follow the airship, scan for this girl and, if she's a bloodsucker, take her down. Nothing lethal here, you hear me Finnigen?" The man begrudgingly nodded and fell in, as the started towards the airship, and their prey. If she didn't start running, it shouldn't take long to make visual contact.

They Came from the Warp: A few Warhammer 40,000 ideas

This has been something I've wanted to see done well for the longest time now, having been part of a few promising RP's based in the realm of Warhammer 40k, from mixed Guard regiments, Inquisitorial Retinues (which counted such Xenos like Orks and Eldar amongst their numbers), mixed arms between different armies, and I figured I would try my hand at getting some traction in this grim future of a setting. So I dug through some past experiences that should have made it farther, in my humble opinion, and I'm going to throw my own spin on them, see if anyone has any interest in a few of them!

Machariun 185th Mechanized, an Imperial Guard tale

The Imperial Guard is without number, billions upon billions of soldiers from millions of worlds. Every conflict that sees Guard involvement sees casualties, sometimes marginal, sometimes severe, and too often they are so great that the resources required to replenish the regiment's numbers outweigh the benefit. So the survivors would be moved on to another regiment, integrated and the colors of the old regiment retired, and often times forgotten by all but the handful that moved on. Other regiments gain experienced, well trained, and often times exceptional or lucky troops from such infusions of these veterans, but they will still primarily gain troops from recruitments into the Guard from their homeworld, that continues to support them through their tithes of men and equipment. However, very few regiments can support themselves from such casualties, from the misfortune of other regiments.

The Machariun 185th Mechanized, homeworld long lost to the annals of history and commonly agreed to have been taken from the Imperium long ago and never reclaimed, not under the same name, are one of these few regiments. They hold no claim of honorable background, no homeworld of note, only the accolades of war decorate their worn battle standard. Classified as a Mechanized division due to the fact that they cannot be picky in what survivors they take, as not all Guardsmen are infantrymen after all, men and women from all regiments, from the scout snipers comparable only to the Tanith 1st and Only, to the most hard bitten commanders of the Lemun Russ, and all sorts of soldiers and specialists in between.Hardly the largest regiment, often times skirting that small number of troops that makes one question whether they should still be a regiment, these veterans and survivors, blessed and lucky, provide a strong core, and stronger punch, that cannot be argued. But the 185th is a piecemeal regiment, a surprisingly successful example of a combined arms regiment though, that not only survives, but finds glory and victory more often than should be normal, and while this has attracted subtle, silent observers, they have not acted yet, leaving the regiment to be deployed as needed, for the glory of the Imperium of Man.

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So, this one is more my own musings on the idea of what happens to the survivors of war in the Imperial Guard, looking at how they are treated in books and lore, as well as my own thoughts on what might happen if a regiment was built solely around these survivors. I find that the greatest problem with RP's that are solely based with the Imperial Guard is that most regiments do not pick from various doctrines, for good reasons of course, and this heavily limits what those interested have to choose from. Recon Regiments, a prime example being the Tanith 1st and Only, have no vehicles to really experiment with, and stories that follow the armored regiments, conversely, generally don't have room for those that wish to follow the path of the infantryman.

The idea here, in short, is the story of survivors, men and women with their chosen (by their will or for them) talent in the Guard. Sentinal pilots, heavy weapon specialists, stormtroopers and almost any kind of guardsman could find himself within the ranks of the 185th, and they could find themselves deployed against any foe, on any planet (or far above, in the cold depths of space, or below). This one is heavily formed by the characters that arrive. A heavy amount of vehicle based characters? Not as much of the close quarters that make vehicles inoperable. Heavy focus on the infantryman/woman? Not really as limiting, but the necessary transports and such would be NPC'd.

In even shorter, this is me trying to get a Guard based rp that allows for most any type of guardsman while trying to be clever about it (I figure there is things I'm missing that will make this not work, but hey, whats an attempt without problems?)

The Badge of Office, the Inquisition

The Inquisition, an imposing and terrifying opponent to the Xeno, the mutant, and the heretic. Daemons are banished by the Ordo Malleus, the Daemonhunters, grand men and women that man that all too thin wall that protects the Imperium from the beings that originate in the Immaterium, the Warp space that houses the four horrifying Lords of Chaos, mad gods that each plot their own rule of all, and strike them down with force all too fitting of the translation of their title. The Ordo Hereticus, the Witchhunters, cunning men and women that track down those that worship the beings of Chaos, that plot and scheme to bring it about in the real space for their own gain, and exact due justice. Lastly, but hardly least, are the Ordo Xenos, hunters of all things alien, who protect the Imperium against interests and hostility from outside, from Eldar and their Dark cousins raiding parties, predicting the next place the Tyranid swarm will arrive, to keeping the threat of the Necron awakening quiet and any other threat that originates clearly from non human or chaotic origins.

With such a massive universe, many would agree (or vehemently disagree) that the Inquisition does not have the numbers to accomplish their task. But they are hardly alone, for they have the authority to call upon almost all the resources within the Imperium, should the need prove dire enough. Both in material, and manpower, the real currency of the Imperium. From veteran Stormtroopers, trained and raised from birth to act in their stead, to gangers and criminals that prove useful to their goals and are retained for such skills, one can find just about any talented being within the retinue of an Inquisitor. Even Xenos can find a place in such bands, especially if the Inquisitor is of the radical persuasion. Eldar Rangers (and to a lesser extent other warrior castes) , Ork warriors, Tau mercenaries can be encountered in their retinues, although this is agreeably rare and frowned upon, at best. The life in the retinue of an Inquisitor can be the most free, and most dangerous, place a person can find themselves. Depending on the Inquisitor, they can enjoy liberties and resources that they would never even dream of finding elsewhere. Yet, they are also guaranteed to face the absolute worse foes of the Imperium, at some point or another. This is the life of a member of such Retinues, carriers of the Inquisitorial Rosette, bearers of the Badge of Office.

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Alright, this one is also fairly open and dependent on the characters that are made for it. An inquisitor of the Ordo Hereticus would not likely count many aliens amongst its retinue's numbers, while the Ordo Xenos would have little use for the weapons that are made to harm daemons. If the people interested would find it more entertaining to fight against daemons and heretics (And not just brute violence, hopefully), then the overall aim of such things will angle that way with more of a focus on the Malleus or Hereticus. Likewise, if facing off against the Xeno finds more interest, than more focus will fall onto the Ordo Xenos. And of course, each branch has its own Chamber Millitant, a dedicated force of soldiers that are called upon to fight when an Inquisitor needs more force. The Ordo Xenos has the Deathwatch, a chapter of Space Marines that are drawn from most chapters of the Imperium. The Ordo Hereticus has the Adeptus Sororatis, Sisters of Battle. And the Ordo Malleus has the Grey Knights, a Chapter of Space Marines uncorrupted and utterly dedicated to the defeat of warp spawned entities. The plot will form more based upon the interest generated, if there is interest in such a band, of course!

And as a side note, the Inquisitor does not necessarily have to be run by me, whether as an NPC or PC, but don't expect that if whoever takes the role drops off the face of the earth that I will let this die. They will be relegated to NPC status until it can be reasonably assumed they aren't coming back, and then dealt with. If no one else wants the spot, the NPC remains, but if they do, a glorious death in service of the Imperium awaits.

Those are the two big ones, but there are plenty of other angles, plots, stories, and other such things that can be gained from this setting. So, what do all you fine folks think, any interest in this at all?

A Hunt of Blood and Gears { Eisenhorn and Fairy Tale Dreamer }

The Steam Revolution was in full swing. Scientists and inventors stood shoulder to shoulder, finding and breaking the newest limits of the Steam Engine and the power that it could provide, for every sort of cause. From propelling the brand new means of transport, the Airship which would eventually completely obsolete the older means of crossing the areas impassable through conventional means, to creating factories capable of creating untold amounts of goods and resources, the Revolution saw no boundaries that it couldn't cross, no limits it could not smash. It as inevitable, then, that such means would be applied to war, both man against man and man against beast. And not just the beasts of the wilderness either. Creatures of the supernatural, beings that man could do little more than hope that primitive weapons and talent could stave off the dark long enough for dawn to come once more. Now emboldened by the arms of steam powered warfare, from rifles and pistols capable of matching the output in raw power of dozens of pre steam era weapons to airships specially designed to track such supernatural beings, especially in their most natural environment, mankind had set out to destroy all that had proven hostile to it in the past, or barring that, controlling what they couldn't destroy.

The Order of Her Blessed Knights, an old and venerable house of Vampire Hunters, was one of the first to embrace this new wave of technology in combination with their old methods of tried and true practices. Stakes now modified to be launched from rifles, holy water the same, the first wave of these new Steam Knights thought themselves above their enemies of old. They were slaughtered, all the newest and best technology of the time faltering in the face of hundreds or thousands of years of experience in besting human hunters. The Order, while devastated, now found itself with a small core of survivor veterans, had to adopt new methodology instead of just new technology. Such methodology would find itself being tested in the forests that long provided shelter to the supernatural, old ruins and forts dotting its interior.

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HMS Resilience, a specialized breed of Airship designed to act as a base of operations more so than a temporary tool or resource, slowly drifted across the moonlit sky. It was the autumn Harvest Moon, so the land was bathed in a reddish light, which made several of the newer recruits aboard the Resilience more than a bit nervous. However, Adrian Shieldworth, former Army Captain, despite his relative inexperience, stood confidently overlooking the forest from the port side of the airship. He was a posted watch currently, observing the forest from their relatively safe vantage point, while several of his superiors stood at the wheel, consulting reports and plotting the most likely places to sweep for their prey this night. The amount of caution being shown was well warrented, due to the slaughter of so many of their fellow hunters early on in the steam era of their order. Adrian was one of the first recruits that was called upon to replace lost men immediately after the slaughter, and was impressed upon time and again by his betters the caution and wariness required to operate in their line of work.

Adrian was not wearing his mask or goggles, goggles perched on his head and mask hanging around his neck, so calm hazel eyes scanned the ground while a slight smirk rested upon his face. He lacked the weary look of those who had been in this job longer, there was not enough time yet for him to have developed those, and his attire was hardly resembling that of a former Captain. A long brown greatcoat, over a buttoned vest that concealed the thin plate of armor that he was issued. He preferred to remain light on his feet, hence the lack of heavier armor. Gauntlets on his arms also provided protection without slowing him overly much. A pair of equally brown slacks and black jackboots finished his obvious attire. Under his greatcoat was a holster for his revolver, which he still carried despite its useless nature against Vampires, and he held his modified rifle, scanning and occassionally looking down its sights at suspicious points of interest. It was from this point he awaited the chance to sound the alarm, that they had finally found something after the last week of nothing.

A Hunt of Blood and Gears { Eisenhorn and Fairy Tale Dreamer }

Name: Captain Adrian Shieldworth

Age: 26

Equipment:
Heavily Modified Hunter Rifle: Break action, Elongated rounds designed to harm Vampires, boosted ammunition velocity
Webley Revolver

Short Bio: Born into the Armed Forces, he was expected to follow in his family's footsteps, and indeed did so, edcuated in little else than what an officer would need to know, taking a commission on his 18th birthday. He rapidly rose from his initial posting to a full Captain, and his first role as such was in his close encounter with what was considered myth, the Vampire. After this, the now former Army Captain turned to life as a Vampire Hunter after a close encounter with the beings, Adrian brings forward a fair amount of training and discipline to the field of hunting Vampires, both of which are gladly accepted by the Order. While still relatively inexperienced, only holding three years of hunting practice in comparison to life long veterans, Adrian is more than ready to prove himself however many times necessary to whoever doubts him, taking on jobs that are normally considered too dangerous for those of his experience.

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First IC Post will be up shortly, I do apologize for the delay!

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I think the idea behind the Fox-Spirit would be really interesting, if your still up for that one of course!

I can do PM's or threads, I do prefer PM, but I'm fine with whatever you would like.

kittenlover's interest check ((males or male characters prefered!))

A fine greetings to you, kitten!

I would be interested in RP's based around the angel girl x human boy or devil boy x angel girl, though the vampire girl x anything would be another idea that comes to mind, if your interested of course.

Female looking for M or F for Romantic Roleplaying ^^

Forgot to say, PM'd you as well.

Warhammer 40k: Crusade of Redemption

Welp, I'm still here and with it if things are able to be a go.

Halo: Silver Team's Story.

Alexi didn't sleep well, understandable considering the situation they had all found themselves in. So when they had some decorated CPO, his parents had described such things in nostalgia and respect, came storming in, rousing them and those who weren't fast enough getting a shock, he didn't see how they could like that kind of person. He lingered too long, getting a shock and unceremonious toss out of his rack. He would have swung right then and there, if it wasn't for the fact that the guy had that stun stick and this man, who was probably the head of their training, was watching. Later, maybe when they weren't looking. His mood had gone from depressed and shocked to angry, but he didn't have much room to wriggle, so he grabbed his uniform. stamped with a stark 'Alexi-192', and threw it on before making a swift exit of the tent. The others that had beat him out were already at attention, and he followed suit. Not like he had much alternative anyways.