Eisenhorn

Warhammer 40,000 - Chasing Chaos

Stukov noticed the way Smiles was turned to look at him, coupled with her statement on usually teleporting groups of six men at a time on average, and he suppresed the urge to either wince or sigh in relief. Wince, since he had made an unnecessary backhand insult. Sigh in relief, since she didn't decide to put him into orbit or deposit him into the warp, never to be seen again. He spoke again, keeping the placating tone he wanted to put into it out of his voice as he slipped his hands into his coat pockets. "Didn't mean to insult, Smiles, still leaps and bounds above just walking the whole way here or, Emperor forbid, trying to flag a transport down."

Stukov kept his peace as the two walked and came to overlook the massive gallery complex. Impressive, the armsman thought, reminded him of some of the larger voidship construction and how ornate they tended to be on the outside, and where it mattered on the inside. He couldn't imagine the contents of such a place, it seemed to serve no practical purpose beyond another place for puffed up royals to show up and show how they are better than each other. They had an impressive vantage point over the area, and as the servo skull came down and Smiles dispatched orders, Stukov looked over the area for security, if any that was so obvious. The armsman left finding the Inquisitor to the servo skull and Smiles.

Not too much longer Smiles started talking, and Stukov looked over to her as she spoke and corrected herself on speaking out the Inquisitor's title. That was a small relief, even though he highly doubted there was anyone listening out here for that regard, the overhang looked deserted. But it was not much good for him to provide overwatch from, a pair of shotguns did not suffice in that regard, to put it mildly. Smiles decided to offer whether they teleport or, Emperor preserve him, to throw him out to the two! No, Stukov decided, if those were the options, he would take warp travel again. "Smiles, I'm afraid I am nowhere near aerodynamic enough for slingshot travel. So, Emperor preserve me, I suggest teleportation between those two options."

Star Wars: Rebellions Rise

Atreides smirked as he sat at the counter and heard the knight out, ordering another malt as he waited for the man to spit out every detail of where they were going when the Jedi brought up the red skinned twi'lek and told them to run if trouble broke out, as there was no chance for the blasters in this type of enclosed space. The corellian snorted in response to that as the Jedi went over and acted like a drunk mercenary letch, and he glanced over at the other one who had come over to humor the Jedi knight and his summons and rolled his eyes at the Knight. He commented towards his fellow member of this little party, as it was called now, and laid out his thinking on the little situation. Sure, his blaster pistol was little more than an annoyance to half decent armor, but she wasn't armored. "He starts getting his ass handed to him, we blast the offending parties, and damn the circumstances. Well, I'll blast her, your welcome to join in if you want."

Avenging Honor: A Story of Bushido

Alright folks, OOC is up and running.

Avenging Honor: A Story of Bushido

Many moons ago, in the far lands of Japan, there is a tale of Honor, of Vengeance and of the very code of the Samurai. Two Daimyo's, as different as the Sun and the Moon, occupied two halves of a province. The Southern Daimyo, a grim and dangerous man known as Shimazuma Sadayu, was a man who commanded great legions of average soldiers and few Samurai. The Bushido abiding warriors rarely were inclined to be sworn to such a man, so he turned to the Oni and the enslavement and dealings of such beings to provide powerful and dangerous generals and members of his standing forces. He also holds the majority of the land within the province, most of the farm and cities are under his banner, making him a major powerhouse on the larger scale political situation within Japan itself. However, his land is not consolidated under his banner, something that generates a venomous and vile rage within the heart of this already dark, corrupt Daimyo.

The Northern Daimyo, Nakayuki Hattori, was a man of standing conviction and determination within the province and attracted a small core of highly skilled retainers of all sorts, including a small standing guard of Samurai warriors. Enough so that the Daimyo required little in the way of conventional, standing soldiers. Within his holdings, there are enough small farms and unique resources that allow him to provide enough resources to trade and arm his Samurai and retainers with high quality equipment and training. The Southern Daimyo had made several attempts to claim these northern holdings, due to their strategic and mineral value, however, the fortress that the Northern Daimyo constructed and the high quality skill and arms wielded by his retainers and samurai easily trumped the normal soldiers and even groups of lesser Oni sent to try and overwhelm the Northern Daimyo in sheer power. This also failed, so the Southern Daimyo resorted to trickery and underhanded tactics.

A gift was sent to the Northern Daimyo as an offering of peace and repayment for damages caused by the attempts to take the northern holdings that still outlasted the attempts by the Southern Diamyo to take them. For all inspection and analysis, it was an innocent gift. But when the son, heir to Daimyo Hattori, picked up the gemstone, it shattered in a detonation of vile energy. One of the retainers of the Daimyo, a Monk well versed in defeating evil spirits and banishing Oni, saved the boy's life through spirit binding chains. The attempt on his son's life was nothing short of enraging to the Northern Daimyo, and he demanded the Southern Daimyo present himself for punishment. The Southern Daimyo indeed arrived, but it was well beyond just himself and his honor guard, which were replaced with powerful lords amongst the Oni. An army of spirit influenced soldiers, Oni soldiers, and the Daimyo Sadayu himself, in evil armor and bearing weapons of dark power. The clash between the North and South were both massive and impressive, the outmanned forces of the North defending their Daimyo's keep.

In the end of the several day long siege, the blade of an assassin brought the Daimyo Hattori down, a dishonorable strike against the Daimyo. A handful of Samurai and Retainers spirited the son away, new heir to the title of Daimyo, but with his arm cursed, and lord slain in a most dishonorable manner, vengeance was required for the fallen Daimyo Hattori. Honor demanded it now. And it was suspected that the slaying of the Southern Daimyo would lift the curse on the son of Daimyo Hattori's arm, so a matter of survival for the Hattori bloodline, and vengeance for the fallen Daimyo, were involved in slaying the Southern Daimyo, who now claimed lordship over all the province, unaware for now of the escape of the handful of those loyal to the Hattori line, as well as the last remaining heir to the bloodline. These few samurai and retainers were honorbound to stand by the son of Daimyo Hattori in his bid for vengeance and reclaiming his birthright, and for the sake of Vengeance, it was time to make their plans. Gather allies and march on the Daimyo Sadayu, or make the bid alone in a strike against the man quickly. Whatever the plan, it must bring down the Oni Daimyo, as he was now known, for not just vengeance but all of Japan.

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So, each player will be a part of the Daimyo Hattori's surviving group of samurai and retainers, who ensured that the son of Hattori would survive to see the light of another day. The role of the son will be played by myself, but beyond that, there are plenty of roles to be filled. The son of Daimyo Hattori's survival will be complicated by the fact that his arm remains cursed and bound in spirit chains from a court monk, so revenge will have to be balanced with survival of the last heir of the Hattori line.

However, a few rules on what is being allowed should be discussed real briefly, as well as covering general conduct and such. I will also be providing a CS for everyone to work with and fill out, feel free to expand on it as you will, but do fill out the given fields at least.

Rules

1. Let's get the obvious thing out of the way. Metagaming, godmodding, those general things, don't do them, yea?

2. Don't go killing off other player characters without their consent. Characters can die, and possibly will depending on events, so do keep that in mind.

3. More of a guideline/keep in mind bit, not all the retainers will be elite warriors. There will be a time and place for everything, from combat to intrigue. I'll tailor it to the group composition the best I can, though.

4. Be civil to each other OOC (In chara, sure, have problems with each other, sky's the limit there), but be respectful to each other. Have a problem, try to resolve it civilly amongst yourselves.

5. I don't expect multiple posts a day, life would get in the way of that far too easily, but try to post at least every couple of days. And if you can't, let me know via PM or OOC post, if at all possible. I will move on if you don't give me any word, and whatever happens to your character happens.

5a. And on another note, try not to leave people behind who are being active, just not as fast at posting. I only intend their to be 5-6 of us at most, so do try and not to flood out people who are active but aren't nearly as fast posting as some, by habit or situation.

6. Oni descent, possession, or otherwise is pretty much a no go. I can make exceptions to this for a few things, such as kitsune, but it has to be a compelling idea. Daimyo Hattori did not tolerate such beings lightly, if at all, so it would have to be quite the exception. And even then, there would not be any full blooded beings within the court, they would be at least partially human, if not mostly human.

7. Firearms, yes they existed in Japan, however, for the given period of time, there are some serious restrictions. They are pretty much the earliest blackpowder weapons to be used, single shot matchlock weapons, with slow reloads and were rather noisy and smokey affairs. There are no cannon or anything beyond that, and blackpowder weapons are still far too rare to be used in any numbers, usually relegated to oddities of foreign warfare.

8. Monks, priestesses, and others who utilize more spiritual approaches to combat and a way of living are perfectly fine. A monk, with his knowledge and skill, did save the Hattori's son after all.

Character Sheet

Name:

Age:

Race: (For most, will be human. PM me if you want something else, refer to the rules for more detail in this regard.)

Appearance:

Equipment:

Skills:

History: (Two paragraphs, a pretty self explanatory bit, the information does not have to be common knowledge at all, but please write it out here and don't do the whole unknown or mystery type deal.)

Warhammer 40,000 - Chasing Chaos

Before Stukov could say a word about Smiles grabbing the front of his shirt, he was gone into the Warp for a split second. Even more unpleasant outside a ship experiencing the same thing than inside of it, and the sense of getting stretched in every direction was just unpleasant, and sickening to put it mildly. When they first came out he staggered a bit, getting his legs under him as he looked around to take in his surroundings, ignoring the screaming priest for a few moments before looking at him. "Warp spawn would have already been on you, Father, so calm yourself. We're just passing through."

Before he could say anything to Smiles they were gone through the warp again, that very same pulling in all directions was still as unpleasant as before. But once the void spat them back out, they found themselves in some kitchen area with equally surprised staff and he smirked under his rebreather, throwing up another comment to keep his mind off the rather harsh feeling of warp travel before being yanked back into the warp by the psyker. "Just passing through, go ahead and burn something to spite the fat nobles."

And with that, once more Stukov was flying through the warp with Smiles before they finally landed near the Gallery, and he stood up and caught his breath as the psyker spoke on how she normally got the teleport right on the first try and he managed a shrug as he got his bearings straight, ignoring the mailman and his rather surprised look. "Reckon you aren't used to moving an extra body Smiles, might not have helped. I do appreciate not getting lost along the way though, that was not a feeling I enjoy. Looks like it was faster than walking anyways, detours and all, so well done on that. Suppose we should catch up with our Boss then, yea?"

Stukov didn't just outright spout Inquisitor, which would have blown cover most likely, and reverted to his typical nickname for the Inquisitor. Fit his role in the group as their leader, after all. But that was neither here nor there, so he stood ready to continue escorting Smiles the rest of the way to the art gallery from where they were at, as he had indeed volunteered for in the grand scheme of things.

Fire Emblem: Binding Light

This should be an interesting new group of lads and lassies, sure as sure. Might not type out Jerod's accent this time around (considering its near illegibility), but who knows?

Star Wars: Rebellions Rise

I'll have a post up after I get back to my laptop.

Fire Emblem: Binding Light

Heh, minor changes and tweaks to be had, it seems. And I would elect Caroline to the chopping block over Andres, just saying.

Avenging Honor: A Story of Bushido

@dndragons I personally don't have a problem with either, frankly.

Fire Emblem: Binding Light

Jerod

- Name: Jerod
- Class: Mercenary
- Age: 25
- Sex: Male
- Appearance:
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- Equipment: Iron Sword x1
- Personality: Jerod is a very down to earth, spiritual in a general sense, and honest to a fault mind of man. Jerod tends to be the one to call someone out for some reason or another, whether its warranted or appropriate or not. While the man is slow to anger, the quickest way to do it is to confuse his spirituality with religious fervor. He actively shows disdain and distrust for any organized religion, preferring his own, unshared beliefs. But this doesn't mean Jerod is a necessarily bad or mean person, as often as he might come across it with his uncensored mouth and generally common, crude manner of speaking. He just doesn't know to portray himself that well, nor does he care to in the slightest. He would rather be despised for what he is, then loved for what he is not, and will gladly be the first to make that happen, and talk someone's ear off about it, if they get him started, which can usually be done after about 6 drinks at the local tavern.

- Biography: Born to a group of bandits, one would have expected that Jerod would not have turned out much better. But, while he was a child, several warriors tracked down and slew the band of bandits, leaving the young child without family for a brief moment. The oldest warrior adopted the bandit child and took him in. Adopted by a bounty hunter, Jerod learned swordsmanship and other useful wildland skills, from tracking and trapping to skinning and scavenging. Once he was old enough to hold his own, his adopted father took him out hunting bandits and other criminals, letting him learn on the job opposed to just study and safe training. The next few years were of him going from place to place, bounty to bounty, focusing to zero in on his swordplay and swordplay alone. When his old man passed on to natural causes, Jerod took what he had been willed and left for greener pastures, as the saying went.

Having been 17 after his father died, Jerod drifted across the land, visiting sites and locations of legend and notoriety. From battlezones to memorials and everything in between, learning the history of the world and earning a paycheck with his skill, used to work here at some point after all. Gimme a few. He made enough money to make ends meet and afford clothes and a place to rest for a night. He made a small name for himself as a reliable source, and kept well clear of any attempts to involve him with this new Church going around. Wasn't his thing still, so he didn't bother, not until he could verify looking didn't hurt. At the age of 25, he had done a lot of work and shrugged rather then let it get to his head something fierce. He eventually drifted into Yllise, to look for more sight seeing spots or some work to do when its now.

Niya

Name: Niya

Class: Troubadour

Age: 19

Sex: Female

Appearance:


Equipment: x1 Heal Staff, x2 Vulnerary

Personality: Niya is not one to talk much, finding her words wasted on most people. Generally only speaking a few words at a time, sometimes far fewer than is appropriate, one could consider her bedside manner as a healer rather lacking. What little she speaks, is made up far more in actions, being a woman that prefers to let actions speak for her rather than hollow words. Coupled with a complete lack of a sense of self preservation, she is one who will have no problem riding her horse into a fusillade of arrows and magical spells to bring a comrade back up to their feet, because its her duty to do so. A sense of duty drives her actions, more so than anything else, although to whom this duty is sworn to is hazy, at best. But still, she will generally heal before harm when it matters, but one should not expect her to be nice about it.

Biography: Born to Feroxian family, one would be surprised to hear this on first meeting the woman, but one word or action out of her casts any doubt of that aside. Both her parents were descendents of those who immigrated to Ferox after the wars over 70 years in the past, having progressively grown more adapted to the climate of the land, that much so with their own single daughter Niya. One would have expected a far more warlike occupation for a Feroxian, but her family had been apothecaries and healers prior to their immigration, and all the warriors in a war can only go as far as their wounds allow.

Niya was trained in both apothecary and healing magics, usually acting as an attendant at arena battles and with bandit hunting patrols, ensuring battles did not end lethally (Without undue reason), and that the hunters and their quarry made it back alive (For the quarry, not necessarily alive AND well, just alive). Her quiet, harsh exterior was not unduly noticed by those she tended to, as the Feroxian woman provided far too vital of help to worry about her attitude. Spending much of her life either healing, or in the saddle, it was unsurprising that she would eventually not return home, just riding onwards with travelling supplies enough to get her to another land, and do more work there. Duty drove her on, as always.

Niya had heard much about the Church of Naga, its teachings and plans for the world. A load of madness, lies, and hatred, the lady had decided quickly. This Champion of Naga, however, did not sound like the rest of the church, on a gut instinct's decision. That, and she suspected War would follow this Champion and whoever he ended up leading and siding with, and that meant the sick and injured would be there as well. So it was a natural fit for her to make her way for warmer climates, following the trail of this Champion of Naga as best as she could, the proud woman high on her horse taking time in each village to mend the injured and cure the sick, never giving a name or purpose, just asking one or two questions, seeing to the unwell, and moving on, earning a monicker of just "The White Lady" on the way.